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Frontlines_ Allied Assault (IC_See OOC to Join)

Frontline: Allied Assault | Sponsored By CAS Region Top Left, Battle Plan for Female. Orders1. 1st Battalion/60th Infantry Regiment will have 1st Company/1st Battalion/66th Armored Regiment attached to its structure to provide Armor support. 2nd Battalion/60th Infantry will have 2nd Company/1st Battalion/66th Armored attached. 3rd Battalion/60th Infantry will have 3rd Company/1st Battalion/66th Armored attached.2. 1st Battalion/60th Infantry and 1st Company/1st Battalion/66th Armored will land on Beach Red 2 at 0400 hours. 3. 2nd Battalion/60th Infantry and 2nd Company/1st Battalion/66th Armored will land on Beach Red 2 at 0400 hours.4. 3rd Battalion/60th Infantry and 3rd Company/1st Battalion/66th Armored will land on Beach Red 3 at 0400 hours.5. 2nd Battalion/60th Infantry and 2nd Company/1st Battalion/66th Armored will be tasked with assaulting the southern half of Female and holding it.6. 1st Battalion/60th Infantry and 1st Company/1st Battalion/66th Armored will be tasked with assaulting the Northern Half of Female, assaulting and disabling the four French 100mm Gun Batteries located on the Northern tip of town, pushing off from the Batteries in Female and assaulting and taking Cap de Fedala where they will seize and disable the two French 75mm Gun Batteries facing Red and Blue beaches as well as seize Female's Oil Reserves.7. 3rd Battalion/60th Infantry and 3rd Company/1st Battalion/66th Armored will be tasked with moving behind 1st Battalion/60th Infantry to act as reinforcements and to hold the Northern half of Female.IOC: You may now begin posting the initial landings, the French 75mm Guns will be firing on our positions as we land, so I suggest moving south before swinging West as you try to find positions suitable for the assault into Female. The code word to begin assault on Female will be "Black Bear" which I will post soon after we all land. Independent States of Tulsa wrote:IOC: You may now begin posting the initial landings, the French 75mm Guns will be firing on our positions as we land, so I suggest moving south before swinging West as you try to find positions suitable for the assault into Female. The code word to begin assault on Female will be "Black Bear" which I will post soon after we all land.IOC: What is meant by "You may now begin posting the initial landings", or for that fact, when the landings will begin? I have read "How it Works & Gameplay" and think I have the general Idea of how to do this. Catania wrote:Independent States of Tulsa wrote:IOC: You may now begin posting the initial landings, the French 75mm Guns will be firing on our positions as we land, so I suggest moving south before swinging West as you try to find positions suitable for the assault into Female. The code word to begin assault on Female will be "Black Bear" which I will post soon after we all land.IOC: What is meant by "You may now begin posting the initial landings", or for that fact, when the landings will begin? I have read "How it Works camp; Gameplay" and think I have the general Idea of how to do this.IOC: As it says in the Orders we're landing at 0400 Hours on our beaches, just post the landing of your forces and you're moving to find positions out of the line of sight of the 75mm Guns targeting the beach, after we all get off the beach we'll be swinging west to hit Female and seize it from the enemy along with Cap de Fedala in the case of 1st Battalion. IOC: So I just... I say that I landed and give what I want to try to accomplish? Catania wrote:IOC: So I just... I say that I landed and give what I want to try to accomplish?IOC: Pretty much, I'm not going to go full on game mode until we get to Female itself since that would be too mean. I think no one's getting off the beach without a scratch but to wipe out half of us to a bad dice roll right off the bat would be unfair...we'll save the horrifying losses for Female. Adobe MOZ'BOK:My platoon's landing vessels had just landed, and although we were the first on the beach, there was relatively moderate fire. Regardless, it was fire, and I had to get my men to safety. After finding a bank to shelter behind from enemy machine gun fire, I viewed the battlefield as it lay before me. About 100 Yards in front of me, there was a gentle slope up to a nest with a few gunners in it, hammering down on our position. "Its just like command to send us blacks in first, ain't it Sir," hollered a Sergeant, glaring back at the ocean, where numerous more landing craft had hesitated to move forward. "What the hell is taking them so long?" I asked aloud. Returning back to the matter at hand, I used my binoculars to view the next bank ahead. A second nest was to our south-west, about 150 yards, and the next bank in front of us was about 50 yards ahead-close enough to get some accurate fire down on the nest ahead. 'Might as well make the rest's job easier' I thought to myself. I ordered 2 Regular Quads to sprint forward to the next bank to clear the way to the nests, while leaving the other 2 Squads, Myself, and my Command Squad to lay down covering fire, particularly the Gunners. Urging my men on, I watched anxiously as my first real combat experience unfolded before my eyes. How many men could I send to their deaths before it was my turn? 1st Platoon, 2nd Company, 1st Battalion The sea-spray of the ocean was like a lover's caress. Refreshingly cold water dripped down his face, forming a thin layer between his skin and the overbearing wrath of the sun. Looking back at the ranked column of his men, bodies braced against the sway of their assault craft, the lieutenant called out to them." What are we?"" Soldiers." The words and phrases had been drilled in to them since passing basic. If they were to have a war cry, it would be taken from a dozen of their mindless call-outs. The men were too well-trained for it to make much difference to them, but it still made a good impression on the transport's driver." Who are we?"" Soldiers."" What do soldiers do?"" They fight." It wasn't so much shouted or cheered as rumbled, like the echo of a giant's tread. Nervous grins broke out like a rash among the platoon as they realized how bad it actually sounded. Mr Weave grinned back, a feral look on his face." What do we do?"" We win."" We march."" We win."" We fight."" We win."" We kill."" We win." The rise and fall of the craft fell in sync with the call of the soldiers, as if even Poseidon chose to say it with them." We die."" We win."" Do we die?"" No."" Do we lose?"" No."" Do we live?"" We live."" We live."" We kill."" We win."" We win." The transport heaved up on to the beach, assault ramp easing down to allow the occupants to charge forward. Hitting the nearest sand dune in front of them, 1st Platoon spread themselves out along a thin stretch of land." We are going to need to move further south sir!"" Yes," went the instant reply. Speed was key here. No hesitation. "Sergeant Daniels! We are pushing south! 2nd Squad lead the way!" French gunfire was fairly sporadic upon 1st Platoon's position, owing to the fact that much of 2nd company had already deployed. The sprawled corpses of young men bore silent testimony to the defense's attention. With barely enough time to ensure that the men had reached the line, Luke gestured forward. 04:00Bay of FedalaSecond Lieutenant Benjamin Garner, commanding 2nd Platoon, 1st Company, 1st Battalion of the 66th Armored Regiment, slammed the hatch down on his M4A2(76)W as the LCT Mk.5 approached Beach Red 2. Slipping his headset on, he hit the transmit button on the radio with his spare hand. "All vehicles, this is Garner. One minute, guys. Good luck out there! Over." The voice of Technical Sergeant Kai Fletcher, his second in command, came back over the static-filled link. "Copy that, sir. Iron Vengeance, standing by! "Further voices followed Fletcher's; "Behemoth, standing by. ""Throwback, standing by. "Garner flicked the transmit switch again. "Copy all. Prepare for landing, 30 seconds! "As the LCT hit the beach, the ramp lowered revealing the men of 1st and 2nd Company fighting their way up the beach. Tracks grinding, the tanks of 2nd Platoon rumbled down the ramp and into the surf, 30. Caliber machine guns opening up on the dug in French infantry scattered across the beach. Incoming rounds from the MG positions at the top of the beach pinged off the hulls of the Sherman tanks as the French gunners desperately tried to eliminate this new threat. Peering through his scopes, Garner spotted a platoon of infantry recently landed making their way off the beach, headed south away from the killing field. He reached down, banging on the inside of the turret to get his driver's attention. "That way! " He indicated the way the infantry were headed. Standing back up into the turret, he flicked the transmit switch. "All vehicles, we're getting off this beach. Follow my lead, over. "A chorus of affirmative replies came back when he released the switch.2nd Platoon made their way south from the beach, pushing through the French defenses. Glen despised sailing, possibly sprouting from an incident involving himself, the sail and the sea from his youth, but he hated it nonetheless. Now, throw machine guns and 75mm guns into the mix, and you have Glen's least favorite thing to do, however he knew that the men in his LC depended upon him to maintain his coolness so that if it went to the shit, they'd have a calm voice to guide them through it. He cleared his throat and began to speak;"Three-Halves Platoon. A dumb name isn't it?" he asked, receiving a few nods in return "Well, you know how we make them scared of dumb names?" he asked, leaving a pause before resuming "We teach the fuckers who they should be fucking afraid of, and make them scared to hear the name of Three-Halves!" he shouted, with the LC erupting in cheers "Now let's teach the Frogging that Three-Halves Platoon should be the scariest Platoon they encounter in this entire Theatre of War!" he added, with more cheers erupting "Three-Halves, let's get ready to hit this beach and take this fucking town!""30 seconds!""20 seconds""10 seconds!""5 seconds!""GO! GO! GO!" The conductor screamed as the gates dropped open, with a sea of armed and yelling soldiers streaming forth from it." Hit the fucking streets!" Glen called before sprinting onto the concrete paths of Female, listening closely to the patter of his men following suite. "Alright lads, our job is to take this shit pit and keep it. From the looks of the other landings" he paused, looking along the Red Beaches "The French don't want us here, so we'll have to make sure they lose to us" he added, with a grin. From the looks of things, they'd hit Beach Yellow and sprinted west towards the town. Glen raised his rifle "Alright lads, 2nd Fire team, take point." he ordered, before moving through the town "I want defensive positions inside the houses" he added, breaking down the door and quickly firing at the French occupant and pressing deeper into the house. November 8th, 1942, Second Lieutenant Asher Stein, 1st Platoon/1st Company/1st Battalion/60th Infantry Regiment..."30 SECONDS!!!" Came the call of the landing craft's operator as they approached Beach Red 2. The sounds of French gun batteries and machine-guns was audible even from where Second Lieutenant Asher Stein was in the rocking craft still yards away from the beach. Turning to his men the Second Lieutenant saw their fear in their eyes as they readied for their first taste of combat...the time for training had ended, and now American soldiers were about to enter the war for the first time."10 SECONDS!!!"" God help us all." Asher asked no one as he turned to the exit ramp."GO, GO, GO!!!" The ramp dropped and the time to fight had come. Charging off the ramp with M1 Grand in hand while it was still covered in plastic to keep it from getting soaked and inoperable Asher watched the scenes in front of him as if they were in slow motion. Off to his right a French machine-gun cut down two of his men from second squad while a 75 caught six men from third squad in a plum of sand and blood."EVERYONE OFF THE BEACH!!! WE'RE DEAD HERE! KEEP MOVING UP!" Asher shouted to the men behind him as he kept running forward. Nearing the edge of the beach Asher spotted a machine-gun nest behind some sandbags off to his left and he ordered"Get a grenade off in there! Silence that gun for the next waves!" Seconds later a Radio Operator was under the gun while cooking a Mk 2 behind the sandbags the gunners were using for cover, two seconds after pulling the pin the radio operator tossed it over his head into the machine-gun nest and after a shout of surprise in French the grenade when off and silenced the MG nest permanently. With that obstacle gone 1st Platoon pushed south off the beach and out of the 75mm Guns' sight. Finding cover where they could First Platoon waited for the order to push forward towards Female. Asher could only hope it was soon before those two 75s turned their attention off the beach.IOC: Alright, just waiting for the few others who haven't posted yet before the code word is given, either that or it'll come in tomorrow so prepare yourselves for the RNG to begin its deadly work. 04:00, LCT Mk. 5. Bay of Female"Right, Thirty seconds. Get read all." The landing craft rocked unpleasantly as it wallowed in the waters leading up to the beach. The ramp slammed down, sending out spray ten meters in every direction and the Tanks of Second Platoon, Second Company rolled out onto the beach." Red Four, keep an eye on those guns. Two, Three, HE Those rifle pits." Ryan peered through the periscopes. The beach was vividly light by tracer fine, the odd flash and rump of the French guns. Shots sounded like rain impacting a tin shed from inside the hull. He thumbed the intercom, "Jackson, HE that gun nest up the rise. Smith, get us up and off this beach. O'Donnell, keep their heads down." A chorus of "Aye sir!" met his orders with the Thunk!of the main gun firing, Hakka! Hakka! Hakka!of the hull-mounted MG. Ryan grinned, the smell of gun-smoke and sweat, he could taste it, the smell of a well oiled crew. Snatching the radio Ryan spoke, "All tanks. Forward off this beach!" The five tanks, red chevrons painted on their turrets, moved into an arrowhead formation. Trundling forwards with the infantry nipping at their heels as they spat fire into the French defenses. Punching through the thin French line. Leaving the main bunkers hemorrhaging flames and others their guts exposed to the sky. The infantry dealt with the rifle pits, grenades were exchanged by both sides as the Tanks trundled onwards. Down south, past the now smoking defenses and off the beach. Adobe MOZ'bound Platoon, 2nd Company, 1st Battalion I was surprised at the speed and ferocity of my men, hastily storming the beaches and, with no fatalities, took the forward nests, captured a few Frenchies, and had secured a good part of the beach ahead. What had not been captured were running, perhaps to join defenses further inland, perhaps to assist their comrades further down south of the beaches? With the Minor Ocean Road secured, ditches had been filled with my men, waiting for a counter-attack. When none came, I figured the other Battalions would handle this part of the beach, and I ordered my Platoon to assist in the Assault on Female. Up ahead was some of the 1st Company, fighting what was left of the beach defenses down that way, those who weren't engaged filing up behind tanks and moving south. To the north were the French Guns at Cherub, but that wasn't my job. Then again, neither was fighting up to the road. Nevertheless, I would leave our position to go support the Armored and Infantry already a ways down the beach." Radio, has command given the order to assault Female?"" No sir"Being that Command had not given any further orders, and the previous order simply being to clear the beaches for the way to Female, I suppose there was nothing to do but assist the others." Alright men, lets move on! Sergeant,""Yes sir?"" I want you to take two squads and follow behind me; clean up anything left behind."" And what of the prisoners, sir?" I took a glance at the bloodied faces of men, men who, if released, would surely kill others if given the chance. They would be too much of a burden to guard or take with us, but I didn't want to just outright kill them... I chuckled a bit upon considering my solution;"Take the rear squad and lock them in a landing craft." To which the rest of my men had a good laugh as well. Jokes were unnecessary when men were dying, so I ordered the rest of us to move on. 04:25, Beach. Bay of Federate air smelled crisp. Or at least, better than it did inside a sweat box of a tank. Rough around the edges with the smell of smoke and exhaust fumes. That and his own reek. He was a northerner, all the way down here in hot confined space wasn't exactly his natural environment. His five tanks were drawn up on the main road leading towards Female. Maybe a couple of kilometers distant, Ryan was up and out, upper torso sticking out the commanders hatch of the tank like a tree. His radio hissed into his ear, reports from the various other commanders of other units as they progressed. His crew ere chatting idly, joking and making bets. The current running was on whether Red 3's gunner, who was a notoriously bad shot, would actually hit anything of note. Something like Three days of rations and twenty bucks was on Three's gunner continuing his unlucky streak he'd had going on for as far as they knew, his entire life. Ryan chuckled to himself. The French line on the beech had been... Sub-par to his worst fears. Despite the fact they weren't supposed to be fighting them at all, but Army Intelligence is an oxymoron. They're bound to fuck things up. He sighed, listening to the back wash of combat that still echoes from the breech head..." Black Bear, I say again. The word is Black Bear." The Radio crackled suddenly loud in his ear. Snapping Ryan from, his reverie. He shook his head. Cueing the squad channel, dropping back down inside the tank, taking the hatch down with him. "All right, Black Bear is a go. Let's move down south to Female. Be on the lookout, Red Two, you're on point."" You heard the man gentlemen." Jackson chuckled. "Let's get a move on..." The Five tanks began to roll down the road. Towards whatever fate awaited them in Female, to which Ryan was sure would be nothing like the beach. November 8th, 1942, Second Lieutenant Asher Stein, 1st Platoon/1st Company/1st Battalion/60th Infantry Regiment..."SIR!" Corporal Wade Higgins, the radio operator called out from behind his rock to Asher over the sound of battle, he was only a few feet away from Asher, and he still had to yell to be heard over the 75s and French guns. Asher looked over to the man and called back"WHAT?""THEY JUST GAVE THE CODE WORD! BLACK BEAR!" Wade yelled back. Asher took a deep breath and peeked out from behind the rock at Female before recoiling after a shot hit his cover and sent a spray of sand, dust, bits of rock, and the broken remains of the bullet up from where the bullet hit the rock. Cursing himself mentally Asher got up and ran the few feet needed over to the radio operator, he ducked down behind the rock beside Wade and checked to make sure he wasn't hit." Jesus, you're one lucky bastard, Sir." Wade stated." Yeah, I am...alright, I need to use your radio and get an order to our squads." Asher replied, Wade got on his side with his back and the radio towards Asher. Grabbing the radio and setting it for the squads' frequency Asher picked up the phone-like receiver and gave this order"Platoon, this is Second Lieutenant Stein. Listen up, I want the 1919 covering us all and giving our squads suppressing fire on those French bastards, we're going to stay in the Northernmost areas of Female, almost hugging the coast as we go clearing houses of the Frenchies. Use smoke to conceal your approach into town but don't use it all, we might need it with assaulting the guns later because there'll be less cover the closer we get to them outside of town. Alright, go now." The M1919 opened up finally, hitting French positions within the town that had been firing on Asher's position, this in addition to the smoke from the smoke canisters that squad leaders and some soldiers had thrown created an almost perfect opportunity to cross open ground towards the French positions. As Asher's platoon moved up he could only hope the French kept their heads down and their shots inaccurate if his platoon would have a chance getting into town.IOC: Others in 1st Battalion can feel free to add to the smoke/cover fire and join the crossing. It improves all of our chances if we work together (as long as of course we're grouped together as far as armor and infantry). Black Bear, crackled the radio. Black Bear." The word is given!" he called out to the men within earshot. "Sergeant Kristen, you and 4th squad have the front! We are moving on the town men!" Gesturing towards the squat dwellings to their south, the lieutenant called out to the former vanguard of the platoon. "Daniels, you have the left flank, keep the heat off of 4th as much as you can!" You got it sir!" Sergeant Daniels of 2nd Squad replied before turning back to his men." You heard the lieutenant! 4th Squad forward. Andrew Kristen was a no nonsense leader, disliked by his men off of the field but now under fire Luke could see that those former farm boys listened to every word coming from his mouth like gospel. Black Bear. A good omen." Radio 3rd Platoon. Let them know that we will be sitting on their right the whole time." His radioman acknowledged the order with a blank face, concentrating on opening up the necessary signal.1st Platoon had curved south since landing on the beaches, 2nd Squad moving straight forward which the rest of the unit gravitated to the right. As such, when the code word came spluttering across the radio waves, Sergeant Daniels and his men found themselves anchoring the link between 1st Platoon and their opposites in 3rd Platoon. With the enemy now to their south, 4th Squad took over the lead. 3rd Squad held their right while 1st was hugging their rear, a bar linking the two squads together. And linking 2nd squad to 4th was the Command Squad. The squads advanced in three sections. Team One was the squad leader and three riflemen. Team Two was the assistant leader and three riflemen. In between them, offering up as much supporting fire as possible, was the BAR Team, machine-gunner, his second, and the ammo-carrier. This allowed a third of the squad to move with the support of the rest, a systematic strategy which allowed for the fluid movement of men while retaining the firepower necessary for driving the enemy in to cover. There was no need for heroics in 1st Platoon, 2nd Company. They knew what was needed of them. Independent States of Tulsa wrote:IOC: Others in 1st Battalion can feel free to add to the smoke/cover fire and join the crossing. It improves all of our chances if we work together (as long as of course we're grouped together as far as armor and infantry).IOC: I'll post soon, but I'm just waiting for the numbers to start rolling... The uneasiness of the waves did not help with the moral of troops, we were the last troops on the beach thanks to our landing craft messing up 2nd Platoon where forced to stay behind and joined the last assault wave. By this time, the roar of explosive shells and dead bodies turned the calm waters into choppy seas. 2nd Lieutenant McKenna stud at the front of his landing craft showing his men they should not be afraid of what is ahead. He turned round facing his men, his M1 Grand thrown over his shoulder onto his back. He spoke calmly "Men listen in. Today we start something new, we start the downfall of Adolf Hitler and his German Reich. I know many of you don't want to be here fighting the Germans but be in Asia getting back at the Japs for Pearl. But what you do from here onward to the end of the war will be echoed in history. So I ask of you this does what any soldier would do." He placed his hand on the shoulder of a nearby soldier "remember your training and listen to me, and we will get through this war. Hurrah!"" Hurrah!" The men let out a mighty roar as they readied themselves for the beginning of their war."50 Seconds" shouted the Driver of the landing craft." Ready boys. Remember MGS I want to see start to lay down suppressive fire on any French that remain. Squad 2 are on me and the support team we are after the bunkers. 1 and 3 find and destroy any rifle pits and machine gun nests. Mortar you know what to do." David commanded"20 seconds, safety's off" David turned around placed his rifle in front of him and readied for the ramp to drop. The men of 2nd Platoon braced themselves clutching their weapons, they watched for David to run. The Ramp dropped. "Move, Now" David ordered leading with his left foot of the landing craft. Chaos had begun. The men of 2nd Platoon seeing dead comrades around them continued to run forward. The Mortar team set up and began to send explosives down upon the enemy. However, a bunker had spotted David and his men running and a French Machine gun opened fire upon his men. They jumped to the ground hoping a small bank in front of them blocked the machine guns view. "Machine gunners I need that suppression, support team put some lead into the bunker. 1 and 3 take out those pits now" pointing to a group of French riflemen in a trench. "Let's go! Now!" David crouched up and start to fire at the bunker as it became heavily suppressed by gun fire. Squad 2 led by Staff Sergeant Russell moved up to take out the bunker. "Sir, we have got code black bear. I say again code black bear."" Then let's clear the fucking Beach" David shouted across to the radio man. At the bunker he saw Sgt throw in a frag into the bunker, it's exploding before himself emptying a clip of his Thompson into the bunker. He signalled David the bunker was clear, who then signalled his men to move up to the bunker. "Someone tell squad 1 and 3 to get over here now." David commanded. November 8, 1942Fedala, Beach Red 204:0Kinamsung pushed himself off from the wall and got ready. He knew that they were one of the later platoons to be landing, so much of the beach defenses had already been silenced. An explosion went off near enough to rock the boat, and already the sounds if gunfire was beginning to be overwhelming as cannons roared in the distance and machine guns rattled away. He wasn't much of one for inspiring others, but being the Second Lieutenant of the men made him feel obligated to say something reassuring. Yelling over the background noise he hollered, "remember, as soon as the gate drops get to the beach and get down, and give them Hell!" Most of the men on board chaired and some pitched in their own two cents to boost moral. However, as soon as the thirty-second warning everyone went dead silent in anticipation. The gate dropped, and the soldiers didn't even need him yelling "go go go" wading into the near thigh deep water, the platoon rushed forwards as fast as they could without tripping over, or losing their precious equipment, which included a M2 Machine gun. Hauling ass the unit got onto dry sand, and dropped into army crawling. Unfortunately there was a pillow box not to far off, and some of the machine gunners turned their attention towards them. They were too far out to do much of anything since they didn't have their M2 ready for use at the moment. Most of them had made good cover by the time the shooting got serious. They weren't under assault for long however, since another platoon dealt with the pillow box. Now clear of obvious obstacles the platoon advanced on Samsung's command. Once they were off the bloodstained beach, luckily without any casualties, they headed south to Female, spread out and wary of any Frenchies still hiding and ready to pounce. 1st Lieutenant James C. Allen1st Platoon, 1st Company, 2nd Battalion, 60th Infantry RegimentFedala, Morocco November 8th, 1942Operation: TORCH James looked around the landing craft he was aboard, and at the twenty-three other men from his platoon that accompanied him. He began to shout to the men, "remember your orders, men! Don't shoot upon the French unless they fire first! We need to see if the French will fight with us instead of the Germans!" A small reply of "hookah!" from the various men made the uneasy Lieutenant a bit more ready for whatever was to come, whether it'd be mere silence or a full-fledged battle. He peaked over the starboard side of the landing craft, and noticed the platoon sergeant, Technical Sergeant Derrick Lexington, facing him but looking back at his group and shouting apparently inspirational words to them, as they responded with a loud, much more faithful "hookah!" Lexington looked towards Allen at last, and merely nodded to him, in a manner that reassured the combat-inexperienced Lieutenant that everything would go well for them. The Lieutenant in turn nodded back to the experienced soldier. The landing craft suddenly shook violently, and Allen turned back to see one of the men, a Private fresh out of boot camp, vomit into the craft. Another grasped his shoulder and asked, "hey, Dallas, you alright?" The boy replied, "yeah... yeah... just sea sickness... damn these... waves... what?" He began to slow his words as he, as well as the others, heard the distant hum of a few engines, the same engines owned by planes. The men in the craft began to look up and around, until one man screamed and pointed, "INCOMING!" Instinctively, as the first sounds of fire from the attacking fighters were heard, the men ducked into the boat, disregarding the disgusting bodily fluids inside. Allen gripped his helmet tightly and shook slightly as shells slammed into the exterior of the craft, threatening to puncture the hull and shred the men inside. Fortune, however, seemed to be on their side, as no one in the craft was injured or killed. The same story of fortune could not be spoken for the men of the other boat. A lucky shot found its way into a soldier, tearing through both sides of his body and killing him instantly. The first thing that even alerted Allen to this fact was the cry of another blood-spattered soldier, who shouted, "Collins is hit! Collins is down!" Allen couldn't make out what was happening inside the ship, as the shouting died down shortly thereafter. He was distracted, instead, by the cry of the boat driver, who called out to the men, "thirty seconds to landing!" The men, who were shaken by the shouts from the other vessel, turned their attention to the ramp, which remained raised up still. They stayed low as the landing craft came closer and closer to shore. A whistle signaled the lowering of the ramps, and the men began to storm out of the two boats, under enemy fire. Cannons from Female fired on the battalion's position, tearing apart the landing zone with HE shells. A few machine guns from distant pillboxes fired at the advancing men, forcing them to take cover. Lieutenant Allen and a couple of others, including one of the two platoon's gunners, took cover behind a large boulder near the beach. Others sought shelter behind other rocks and stones, or just mere pieces of land that inadequately shielded them from the gunfire and not at all from the explosions. The few men by Allen began to panic slightly, shouting, "sir, what are our orders?!", "sir, we have to get off this beach!", "we're sittin' ducks here, Lieutenant!" "Lieutenant, third squad is radioing in, is-" Allen abruptly stopped their ramblings when he yelled back to them, "I KNOW! I KNOW!" He paused and took a deep breath, then twisted his body and looked back, calling over to the platoon's signaler and said, "Corporal Hill! What's going on with fourth squad?" "They're pinned down with barely any cover, sir! Those machine guns are ripping them to pieces!" Hill wasn't lying: over the radio, which was a few men away from Allen, he could hear the screams of men getting shot, and the ferocity of gunfire and explosions, both from the radio and from the right flank of the platoon."... Alright, alright! Here's what we're going to do!" James began to shout, adjusting his helmet and wiping sand from his gun, "first and second squads and the machine gun team are going to provide covering fire for third squad and the bazooka team! Carter!" He continued on, pointing to the nearby gunner, who looked at him with a look of awe on his face as another shell exploded into the coarse sand only a few meters away. "Carter, get up to a decent firing position! Take Crews and Alvarez with you!" "YES SIR!" the gunner hastily replied, rising to a crouched position and yelling, "c'mon guys! Let's move!" The three-man team moved out, taking light fire that luckily missed them as they reached a firing position. Meanwhile, Hill began to shout into the radio. Within seconds, the beach lit up with a chorus of gunfire, as rifles and machine guns screamed back at the French positions, pinning down the men in the pillboxes. From the right, some movement caught the Lieutenant's interest, who watched as the bloodied men from third squad began to race forward into better cover away from the beach. A couple of men were being dragged to cover, one of whom was dragged by the platoon's second combat medic. Allen had finally got his first real taste of combat, and he already hated it as he watched allied soldiers soaked in blood struggle across the beachhead. "Gunner, trench line, 12 o'clock, 1 round HE. Fire! "With a flat rump, the turret of the M4A2(76)W bucked as a high explosive shell whistled its way into the dirt in front of a French trench, sending up a spray of sand and mud. "Fire again! "The tanks of 2nd Platoon were making their way up beach Red 2, covering the infantry as they advanced. Their effectiveness was limited, though, as the 76 variant was built to deal with enemy tanks; it wasn't nearly as effective at infantry support. As Garner prepared to issue another fire order on a pillbox to their front right, his headset crackled. "All units, Black Bear. Repeat, Black Bear. "He flicked the transmit button with his offhand, adjusting his mic with the other. "All vehicles, the word is given. Best speed up this beach, get us moving on Female. Garner out." Deciding to risk it, Benjamin pushed open the turret hatch, standing up in the turret to grip the handles of the .50 on the roof. Glancing behind him to the infantry behind his vehicle, he waved them onwards as the driver gunned the engine. Lieutenant David McKenna2nd Platoon, 1st company, 1st Battalion Female, Morocco November 8th, 1942The remaining men from the rest of the platoon rallied on David behind the bunker. "Alright we now have some cover men. Time to give you a report. We now have the God ahead to move on and take Female, however I want to clear out the rest of the bunkers and support the rest of the company on the beach. 2 squad with support of the mortar and MG will cover out front make sure they don't try and flank us or support their men. Understand" Lieutenant McKenna said. Everyone nodded their heads. David looked down the to see some soldiers ready to move to the next bunker. "Move!" The first soldier turned round and was instantly shot through the chest and began to bleed profoundly. "Medic" a Private shouted before two men dragged the limp of the body back behind cover. The medic quickly rushed over and tried his best to keep the dying boy alive. "Getting some suppressing fire down before we move our they will have us pinned" Sergeant Gatsby echoed with his voice. A couple of men quickly started to fire upon a group of French soldiers. David quickly sprinted across towards the next bunker 5 men following him. David grabbed one of grenades pulled the pin out and threw it through a small window into the bunker, he quickly hit the ground and counted "3,4,5." An explosion rocked the bunker "clear it out now" the five men now moved round to the rear and entered the bunker." Clear!" Some of the men shouted as they check the room, but some gunfire was heard as a couple of French soldiers survived. McKenna ran to the front of the bunker and signalled the rest of the company that the bunker is clear and secure. The remaining men who were still at the other bunker sprinted towards over and past towards the next bunker. "Sergeant Gatsby I want the rest of the company safely behind some cover. Come on we need to move to Female." David ordered Lieutenant Vincent rd Platoon, 3rd Company, 1st BattalionFedala, MorroccoNovember 8, 1942The sweet salt air of the breeze filled Vincent nostril as he looked up from the floor of the landing craft to the men in front of him, his men, as the boat their riding is taking them to shore. Many of the men are seasick as hell as they began puking, vomit spilling out of their mouth onto the floor. They are part of the 2nd wave coming in, but Vincent was mad as he didn't get to be part of the first wave. Surely that the first wave had taken out most of the enemy on the beach."30 second!" the boat of the driver yelled!" Alright, listen up!" Vincent began to tell his men as the sound of gunfire filled the air, "Keep those action clear. Don't bunch up once we hit the ground. I'll see you on the beach."" Sir," a voice called next to him. Vincent turned and see First Sergeant John Warwick hanging on to the side on the railing as he spoke, "Surely will the French attack?"" You'll know when they shoot you," Vincent reply then yelled at his men, "Keep those safety off. Once the ramp goes down, dash for cover!" There were occasional nods as the landing craft launch forward, indicating that they run ground. The ramp dropped with Vincent shouting, "Go! Go!". There were rifle fire shooting from the slope on the other side of the beach as they run for cover. A soldier in front of Vincent was hit in the chest and dropped as Vincent jumped over him and took cover behind a steel railing. Warwick landed next to him as he yelled, "What our rallying point!" Another soldier dropped next to him, Corporal Carrion, and pointing toward the slope, "There an opening right there. Maybe we can get through it." With the opening of that point, the platoon, as well as other units, made a dash for it and began attacking upward, firing and running at the same time. With 3 dead and time 2 wounded, they clear the slope and began attacking other positions. Vincent had time to turn around and spotting an LCT coming in with a Sherman Tank. Right when the ramp dropped, a 75 mm shell punched through the side armor and the tank exploded." There it is, 9'o'clock!" a Private shouted where a bunker was at, firing a 75 mm shells at other tanks that were coming into the beach." What the hell are we waiting for? Let get 'em!" another private shouted. Vincent has respect for the men of his platoon, but was in despair at the one he has lost while coming into the beach. He promises all of them that he will safely lead them and return them home, now they're on the blood-soaked sand. As his platoon were moving in, another shell came in from the west, not at the tanks on the beach but at the men that were attacking the bunker, and hit the lead man, blowing him into pieces while others were hit by sharpness."INCOMING!" a soldier shouted as mortar shells hit all around them, inflicting casualties as men seek cover from the mortar fire. Hiding behind a blown-out log, Warwick yelled at Vincent next to him, "I thought they'll say it'll be a piece of cake!"" Shut up and try to get the line moving!" Vincent yelled back as he tries to rally his troops.3rd platoon is pinned down.

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Waking Nightmare (Zaila & Jet)

There was no name for what it was. No titles marred the perfect slate of its existence. It had been for so long that it ceased to feel, or move. Once, it had been strong. Once, it had been feared and worshiped. Once, it seemed to remember, there had been something other than darkness. Once, there had been other things, and sounds, too, and gifts left for it, sacrifices so it might spare and bless. Now, it had gone silent. Now, it was gone from the world, name and titles erased from the slate, the thing that wrote it into being. Now, it did not exist. It had no eyes for this world or any other. The voices had long ago faded, the sacrifices with them. It vaguely thought of sensations long gone, could not recall what they were, or how they made it feel. It no longer knew how to feel. Now, it sat in the dark, upon a black throne, glittering wetly in the dark, staring ahead at what used to write it existence. A towering monument rising into the black. It recalled letters of fire, writing out what it was. Now, there was nothing upon its surface, the smooth, perfect slate. The worshipers fled when it failed to answer, the fear left when it failed to punish, the screaming silenced when it failed to hurt. It had been so long. What was this? Eyes flickering like tiny suns, arms pushing against the solid throne for the first time in millenniums, body moving with the desperation of a forgotten god. It swept off the platform with fury, flew forward to the base of creation, looked up into the black and saw nothing, then back down again, to the flickering fire. A word. A word! It existed again! But how? Its fingers traced the beautiful pain and saw itself once again written upon the world. The ritual, and a potential conduit, a potential worshiper. It wiped a hand over the fiery word and breathed into it, polishing the rough surface to glass. And gradually, the fire disappeared, replaced by a smooth surface. It pressed its face to it, bright eyes the only light to frame its face. A girl. What luck! It had been so long since it had seen a human, it had almost forgotten. Now it remembered the screams, the different pitches made by the different genders, the taste of their fear. It smiled wickedly, teeth sharply outlined against the dark. When it felt the fear, it knew she had seen him. The moment lasted almost ages. It reached out its hand toward her, to grab her and pull her in, but hit only hard slate. How it roared in rage! The howling quickly turned to gales of cruel laughter, however. Only a minor setback. The world had remembered it, and it now had eyes for the world. Its times were near. For a long time after, hestudied the fiery word, waiting. He had waited millenniums, and now he remembered. It would not be long. Amanda Wells looked fondly into the crib landing her gaze on a beautiful, baby girl that never really met her gaze. The baby's eyes were always somewhere else. They would dart to the corners of the room, to the doorway, or right behind her mother, but never directly on her. Amanda was beginning to get worried, and she could feel that seed of doubt blooming in her chest. Her baby was going to have developmental issues... Perhaps she would be autistic, or maybe it would be something else. Whatever the outcome, Amanda knew something was definitely wrong with her baby. It wasn't only her mother she wouldn't look at either. It was her father, her two siblings, and complete strangers that came up to congratulate her mother on the adorable bundle of joy and leaned in to touch her cheek or grab her hand. Amanda would just sigh, helplessly, as her baby looked off in the distance, seemingly listless. What this baby was seeing, though, wasn't perceptible by humans. They were shadows, and they were always moving, always traveling from one point to another. She was fascinated by them and found that the shadows were more interesting than her mother or the rest of the people that approached her. This baby grew up and, when she was five, she started telling her mother about voices she was hearing late at night. They would call her name and travel through shadows. She called them the "People of the Veil" and it worried her mother greatly. She didn't want to commit her daughter so she did the next best thing: medicated her. After a while, the shadows stopped appearing and the voices ceased. Yessenia believed her mother, that it had only been imaginary friends, and they were gone now. Life was normal and Amanda was finally relieved. As Yessenia grew in age, though, she always felt like something wasn't right. The air didn't feel right to her sometimes. It had... a body to it, like it was touching her, but that was insane! Tossing it aside as some weird trick her mind was playing on her, no matter how often it happened, she eventually stopped feeling it, suppressing her ability to sense the ethereal plane. Now Yessenia was a teenager, and she was one of the most popular girls at school. Her day comprised shopping with her girlfriends, texting boys, and completing homework in hopes of achieving high enough grades to earn a full scholarship to an I.V. League school. Her friends had been joking around about doing a seance for a while, because it was the new, cool thing to do, and Yessenia just felt...uneasy about it. She was invited to a sleepover and, thinking it would be normal, she agreed and went since it comprised all her best friends. The girls, being the sneaky, little vixens they were, pulled out the Ouija board and, succumbing to peer pressure, Yessenia joined in. At first, it was all giggles and excitable screams when the triangle moved, but something happened... The room fazed, or maybe it was her mind, and everything blacked out. In the distance she could see a man's face, but...there was something not human about it. Were those pointed teeth? And...were his eyes glowing? Her eyes widened as his hand came rushing towards her, and she let out a scream, jerking herself back into reality. As soon as to faze disappeared she was still screaming and the girls were looking at her like she was nuts. "Jess?" She heard her friend, Maria's, concerned inquiry of her name, but it didn't register. She was in shock. What had she just seen? Why the hell did that thing reach out for her?! "I...need to go," she said finally, shaking her head back and forth as she got her bearings. Gathering her stuff she rushed out of her friend's house into the cold, midnight air, trying to make sense of what had just happened. After walking the three blocks back to her house she felt calmer. It had just been her getting caught up at the moment, that was it. Convincing herself of that, she walked into the first floor apartment of the three-family house she lived in, shut the door behind her, and locked it. Immediately she went towards the back of the house and collapsed on her bed. Given the heightened emotional state she had just been in she quickly crashed and allowed sleep to envelop her. It was patient, but it was anxious, too. It caressed the slate, trying to coax something else out of it, but after a while it began to scratch and dig at the fiery word, trying to spread it into something greater. This turned into furious pounding, and it remembered the feeling of anger. Its nails peeled off and its fingers bled as they scraped raw upon the stone. Before long, it left great streaks of blood upon the stone and itself as it scratched at its being, peeling skin and hair apart and baring the things beneath, and it remembered pain. It sat on the black throne, gnawing at bones of victims dead millions of lifetimes. Flesh was knitted back together and nails regrown. Blood dried upon the pillar, and it waited. It waited.... A bloom of fire, a spread, another word! Words! More words! More fire! Uncontrolled, they spread out like a great map. Crushing the skull beneath its hand, it jumped up and flew to the stone, running its hands along the beauty, crying tears of joyful, inky blood. There she was, it was told. The answer, the creature it had waited for, its creature. Underneath one word was the girl, her mind in peaceful sleep. It reached out and was surprised to go through. How best to torment? It was handsome and frightening, its perfection inspiring lust and terror both. But mostly terror. It stretched something that felt like a body, yet was a part of her dream, and swung around one of the poles on the swing set, supposedly oblivious to her presence. When it swung around, its gaze fell upon her, and it smiled, feigning surprise." What have I here?" it said in a voice thin with the essence of dreams, both far-away and too near. Tasked at her and pawed the air between them. Then it laughed and lunged, impossibly quickly, knocking her off the swing and leaning down over her, their faces almost touching. And its laugh turned high and shrill and painful as it gripped her face in sharp-nailed hands. "What have I here, what have I here?" Its voice sounded strange in its ears, but it liked the sound. It sounded like power, like screams and countless dead." Who do I have to thank for you, my sweet?" His speech divulged into a sudden outburst of gentle shushing as it rubbed her face and hair with the back of its hand. Still, it hovered over her, uncomfortably close. It smelled of roses and stone and sex and damp earth. The swing set dream was one Yessenia had countless nights. It was always the same dream. She walked into the park, sat on the middle swing, and kicked her legs out to pump. Then she swung about five times before a bone chilling, cold breeze swept across her legs, bared from the hem of her mini skirt at mid-thigh down to her ankles. It immediately made the skin tighten, hairs standing on end to produce that all too familiar goose flesh along the pale canvas. Tonight, she walked to the swing set...and she sat in the middle swing...and she pumped...but something spoke to her. The voice wasn't one she recognized as something she had heard in past dreams. Also, surprisingly, given this was a dream, her mind didn't automatically convince her that she knew this person as would normally happen. It wasn't until she actually glanced up that she saw the visage staring at her, muscles immediately crippled by ice-cold terror. It was him... The man she had seen in her vision during the seance. Coming back to her senses she quickly scrambled off the swing and fell to the ground, crawling backwards awkwardly in an attempt to turn and right herself into a stand." H-how... How are you here? Y-you can't be... Y-y-you were a figment of my... my imagination..." she breathed, staring at the man with widened eyes of disbelief. "What are yooooouuah!" Her question merged into a frightened scream when the figure suddenly pounced at her, making a 'TSK'ING sound before gripping her chin with nails that immediately dug into her skin. She could feel them slicing into the thin layer of epidermis, small bubbles of blood leaking out to caress the pads of his fingers. In a frantic pull to free herself she fought against the grip, but it was unyielding and the struggling only caused his nails to dig deeper into the muscle. With a whimper, she stayed herself and stared up at the figure looming over her. It repeated that question... That infuriatingly condescending, pompous question... It made her feel like a cute, little toy some child had just found, and he was determined to play with it. She gulped and raised her hands, pushing into his chest in what she assumed to be a fruitless endeavor, but she needed to fight back! "I'm not! Your...sweet..." she said in a softer tone, feeling a sense of compliance slip over her as his hand rubbed along her cheek and into her hair. "How are you here?" she asked, her eyes welling with tears of deep, terrified confusion. "Th-this isn't possible..." Now that he was close enough she could smell him, immediately sensing something wrong. Never before had she actually -smelled- anything in a dream... Could she? One didn't think of stopping to smell a rose or a random product while in a dream... Tightening her jaw she shook her head back and forth, breaking herself from the reverie. Her hands pushed with more fervor into the stranger's chest. "Get off me! Let me out of here!" "Heh, heh....ha....hahaha......HAHAHHAHAHA!" What started as a tiny stutter, an attempt to speak, turned into a soft chuckle, then lengthened, got louder, until it was booming, frightening gale. It bent its head back and howled its laughter, and it echoed across the dream, splintering her mind. Its head came back down and tilted curiously, drawing closer to her face. Smiling, it stuck out a tongue and softly licked her neck. It tasted fear. Oh, how it had forgotten! Once, it had all this, but it could not remember how it was taken away. It would not let that happen again, though." How am I?" it chuckled softly. "I'm doing just fine, thanks to you, dear." Noticing the blood, it licked some of it up, savoring the sharp taste. It seemed to nourish him, and it remembered, too, what it was like to feed. It licked up more, then cupped it in its hands, admiring the look of the blood on its hand. Furthermore, it briefly contemplated licking it off, then smeared the blood on the girl's face instead, wiping his hands clean on her hair finally." Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want a taste? Here." It held a bloody finger to her mouth, sensing her reluctance. Her repulsion was obvious, and it did not seem likely that she would lick the blood off. A thought came unbidden to its mind, the image of her gladly sucking the blood from his hand, begging for more. Could it make this happen?" Lick it off," it commanded with a strange timber in its voice, sending waves of compulsion ringing through her head. The dreamscape reacted with his laugh, making it echo from tree to tree, rock to rock, until it bounced back to her with a resounding decibel that made her ears ring. It made the laugh sound even more frightening and strengthened her resolve to just lay there and not struggle. As his laugh assaulted her mind she felt his tongue along her neck and reflexively jerked to the side only to feel his nails bite deeper into the crescent shaped cuts. She whimpered and immediately froze again, her defiance quenched by the pain blossoming along her jawline." I asked how you were here," she growled, irritated by his shortening of her question. "Why the hell would I ask how you are?!" she screamed, grunting in frustration as he thanked her for his fine well-being. Revulsion trickled through her when she felt him licking her neck knowing that was where the cuts were... He was licking her blood! More than anything she wanted to recoil away from the horrific figure, but he held her fast until he had gotten his sadistic fill... Then, to add to the macabre scene he cupped his hands, admiring the blood coating his nails before smearing it in her hair. The realization that her own blood was now coating the dirty blonde tresses made her sick to her stomach and the pungent, metallic odor assaulting her nostrils didn't assuage the nauseated feeling at all. As if that wasn't enough to make her contents' coaster up her chest the figure chose that moment to decide that he was being greedy by not offering her a taste. Her stomach roiled and twisted in knots. "I don't want that!!" she insisted, craning her head away from the blood coated finger. There was no way she would taste her own blood... What the hell was wrong with this person?! Better yet... why the hell was she dreaming of this?! His words sliced into her mind, completely obliterating any other thoughts she'd had. Lick it off. Yes... She wanted to lick it off right? That was what she wanted all along... Her eyes glazed over, and she turned towards him, complying with the command. Her lips encircled his finger, licking off the vitae as he'd ordered. A slight shudder coursed through it as the girl went after the blood eagerly. Yes, it thought. Too long. There were other humans, yes, a whole world of them. How could it have forgotten? There are others like her, just as weak as her, potential worshipers to make it strong. And if it couldn't dominate them, it could destroy them. All the pleasures were there, for something like it to take. As it gathered more blood on its fingers for the girl to drink, it wondered what it was. Surely it would take a god to achieve what it had before, and would again. Then it must be a god. It must method. After all, there were none like it." That's right," it whispered, digging fangs into its own lips, letting the blood dribble down its face in its excitement. These powers were coming back. There must be worshipers in the world, dark people who wished it to come back. This girl was just the beginning. It would make sure she was its greatest advocate, its first preacher, and the one to offer the greatest sacrifices to its power. Was there a limit to its power? It would have to experiment." That's enough," it said, withdrawing its hand. Floating gracefully off of her, it bit its lip harder, let blood stream down its face without feeling pain. When it spoke, the same compulsion was there. It could make her desire things she would not normally. That seemed simple, easy. What if it gave her conflicting desires and orders? What conflict could it create inside her mind? How far could it push her before she snapped and became his, body and soul? It held the blood out to her in his palm, smearing some on his bare chest because it was dripping." You want this, I know you do," it said, voice heavy with compulsion, snapping like a million whips around her. Every word was a command, "but you can't have it until you've proven how much you want it." It backed up a step, bloody hand dripping in front of her. "You need it," it whispered, "but what would you give me for it?" It smiled. The compulsion didn’t last long. It had a duration that was sufficient to carry out the act, and then it dissipated leaving her confused and shocked when she tasted blood. “What…what did I do?!” Her eyes were wide with horror as the creature cooed towards her before biting down into its own lips to summon blackened blood forth. Jessenia didn’t know this thing had a plan for her. She didn’t even know this thing existed… This was just a nightmare; it had to be!! Why wasn’t she waking up, then? Why couldn’t she just snap awake like she normally did when things became too scary? “This isn’t happening,” she whispered, trying to convince herself. “I’m imagining this. You’re just a nightmare. This is all a nightmare. Wake up… Wake up…” she urged herself, closing her eyes tightly, her tone tinted with desperation. She didn’t wake up, but she did hear his voice again, like a scythe through her concentration, bringing her attention to him and only him. That fog slithered through her mind again and across her eyes, graying them as she nodded numbly. “I do…” she agreed, staring at the blood. That crimson, life giving, essence was something she craved. Hearing she would be forbidden it, though, hit her like a punch to the stomach. It was shocking, and she was unable to comprehend it at first. “But…” she protested, that one word being all she said before his compulsion took hold again. “I do…” she repeated, shaking her head back and forth.”Give… Give anything,” she assured, her voice flat and robotic. “Would give anything for the blood…” "Oh, yes," it cooed at her. "I'm sure you will. Would you give those pretty eyes? Crawl for it. Beg." It laughed a maniacal, evil laugh, stepping nimbly just beyond her reach every time she got close. Nimbly stepping around the swing set, it waited patiently on the other side of the swing, waiting for her to try to crawl over it, whispering enough compulsions to make sure she must take the most direct path to her prize. As soon as she was over the swing, it twisted around her, lifting her into the air and constricting around her, even lengthening to dangle her upside-down. Then, it held it just outside reach of her tongue, encouraging her in a sympathetic tone, as if it was not in control of her getting her precious blood. It was enjoying watching her struggle when a thought occurred to it, something it had thought of earlier. There were more of her, more humans. How could it get there, though? Was she the way it could get through to the world again? It felt so weak, though. Maybe it did need to get its strength up. It had been sitting so long in the dark." You can have it," it pushed its hand almost to her mouth, then retracted it scarcely an inch out of her reach, "if you tell me about yourself, dear. I want to know everything. What do you fear most?" Its toothy grin almost took up its entire face. If she wasn't under influence of the overwhelming, debilitating compulsion then the request for her eyes would sound ludicrous and frightening. Unfortunately, she -was- under the influence of that compulsion and her mind immediately decided that she could go without her eyes if it meant pleasing him." Yes... I would..." she guaranteed, but the flatness and wooden nature of her voice made the statement less believable and convincing. It was clear she was only agreeing with what he said and was operating by his whims only. If he told her to jump off a bridge into icy, frigid water she would do so without question. As it ordered her to crawl she quickly complied, moving to try and reach him, but he was always just out of her grip. Frustration was there, but it wasn't a heightened emotion. What she did feel, surprisingly deep in her core, was terror at the prospect of not being able to reach him. She needed him... She needed to reach him... There was no other option. Seeing him walk behind the swing set she chose the most immediate path would be over the swing. After deducing this she changed her path and crawled over the swing, barely registering that the thing had twisted around her. All she felt was fear surging through her since, no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't reach that incredibly necessary source of calm. The one being that existed in the world to her at that moment. Thrashing she growled in irritation, getting angrier and angrier as her struggling proved mostly fruitless only succeeding in leeching her energy. Finally, he decided she could have that beautiful, red essence, her lips hungrily waiting to cup his hand, but he pulled it away. Why did he pull it away?! She looked longingly at that hand even after he'd told her the conditions for getting the blood. "Spiders," she said plainly. "Big, hairy ones that bite. Oh, and being around huge groups of people that don't give me room to move." What else did he want to know? Her brain searched for any factual information it could grasp onto, determined to satisfy the demon's inquiry. "I'm 18 years old. I'm popular in school. I have a lot of friends. Furthermore, I like pizza. Furthermore, I had imaginary friends when I was younger. Furthermore, I used to see shadows." Was that enough? It felt like enough... She wasn't a particularly interesting person so she didn't have any groundbreaking news to inform the demon of. "Can I have that now?" she asked, her eyes still transfixed on the bloody hand making it clear what she wanted. It was amused at her stream of meaningless phrases, finding little interest in what she said she feared. If she was like other humans, then humans feared ridiculous things and felt like ridiculous small facts were important. It only perked up at a little something she said. Shadows? Inside, it was burning with almost as much desire as she was. It needed to know what she meant. It remembered, once, shadows attending to it, shadowed beings living only to serve. Were these his, then? Were they lost, as it had been, only among the humans on earth? It had spent so long in silence, not moving, unable to do anything. It was like the slate before it, watching as words erased themselves back into dust. Furthermore, it felt a need grow in him, and it idly took its hand away, not bothering to think about the silly girl and her need to please it." Forget the blood," it commanded sharply. Sweetly, it petted her face, pulled her toward him. "You mentioned shadows, dear." It's hand gripped the back of her head hard and pulled on her hair. The threat became clear. Answers or pain." Tell me all about them." Yessenia wasn't entirely sure why she had told him about the shadows or what it even meant. Her mind, in a desperate effort to please the demon, under the weight of the compulsion, had dug deep into the recesses of her memory and pulled something out. Now that it was at the forefront she remembered and couldn't recall why she had stopped seeing the shadows. They never scared her... If anything, they calmed her, made her feel like things were right with the world. It wasn't until she stopped seeing the shadows that something felt wrong. When she voiced these concerns to her mother, though, the woman responded as any logical person would: medicate her. After a few years the medication was no longer needed and Yessenia forgot about the shadows. Now she remembered... Now she had images of them plaguing her mind. They outweighed the compulsion and then enveloped it entirely when he commanded her to forget about the blood. The pet to her face snapped her completely from the influence and made her jerk away from the touch. "Yes..." she said uncertainly, wary about the expression on the demon's face: curiosity. Having someone be curious about you was never good... A cry of pain burst from her lips as he grabbed at the back of her skull, tightening the grip to the point of causing her a slight neck ache." I just...saw them," she assured, shaking her head back and forth. "I stopped seeing them when I was younger, after the medicine, but before that...they were all over the place. Everywhere I looked there were shadows, some formed like beings and others just random clouds of white, gray, or black matter. I never knew what they were. Sometimes they spoke my name, told me it was going to be okay, but they never answered my questions. I...always felt safe with them there... I hated when they disappeared." Safe? It shook her a little in rage, contemplating this. Those could not be its acolytes. They would never have comforted a girl, or made her feel safe. Though they had been little more than empty shells filled with worship and fit only to serve. If they had left it, then they had likely gone to find something else to be their god. But since humans were weak, they must have fled long ago, or disappeared, ceased to be. Maybe this girl had seen them once, but if so, they had left her like they had left it." What were they?" it shook her again, roughly, pulled her hair and made her scream. "What did they say exactly?" If she didn't have the answers it wanted, it would punish her some more, until that no longer seemed to make the point. Then it would put her into a trance again using its power, hoping to awaken some hidden memories." Where did they go?" Yessenia wasn't sure why the being was shaking her, but she thought it best not to question since that was proving to be an avenue for pain. At this point the compulsion was completely gone leaving her conscious of her decisions and what was happening. It also made her realize that she was still dreaming...that she hadn't woken up... Fear gripped her chest and she started struggling against the grip of the demon, but he held fast. It was akin to fighting against iron bent around her limbs." I don't know!!" she insisted as questioned her and shook her again. "I don't remember!" she shouted in response to his inquiry of what they said. It had been years... over a decade at this point... How was she supposed to remember something that far back. Her name... Her name was something they always said. The memories surged forth from the dark recesses and trickled into her current mindset. "My name," she said finally. "They always said my name... They told me not to worry. That things would be fine and that I didn't need to worry... When I cried they came to comfort me, held me like my mother never did." She shook her head in doubt when he asked about their whereabouts. "I have no idea... They disappeared when I started the medication. When I was told to stop taking it they still didn't come back. I couldn't see them anymore. I didn't hear them anymore... Furthermore, I was convinced they were just imaginary friends, like my mother had said. It seemed the most likely explanation." As she spoke she was concentrating on something else... She was trying to establish a connection to her physical body to bring her back to the waking plane and remove her from this horrific nightmare. "Please...please just let me wake up," she begged. What was that? It looked around, confused, sure of something on the verge of its awareness, like something creeping up on it. It felt fear, faint and brief. Then the feeling passed, and it turned back to the girl. It smiled at her, all teeth, ready to play with her until she told it something useful. If she didn't, then it would kill her and take what pleasure it could that way. The only thing stopping it was the shade of a doubt. The word had first appeared when she did, and that could be no coincidence. The real question was whether this girl had woken it up, had given its history back to the world, and if it would go away when she did. If she died, would the history yet to be written to cease to exist? Would it go back to its shadows, its emptiness, its blank slate? It was not a risk it was willing to take. And if she died here, what would happen? There were doubts that did not show on its face." What's your name, girl?" it asked nicely, running thin fingers through her hair, cleaning out a little of blood. "How did you call me? Why?" Yessenia frantically swept her gaze across the surroundings as if expecting to see an avenue of escape. None became visible, and it only heightened her fear making her want to escape the situation even more. Why wasn't she waking up? This was a dream. It had to be a dream... Why else would she be at a random swing set in the middle of nowhere? Every night she had this same dream, but tonight it was coupled with the appearance of the monster currently cooing to her, asking her name. She shuddered as his hands brushed through her hair, wiping off some of her blood into her auburn tresses. "Yessenia," she stammered. It was a dream... What was the harm in revealing her actual name? When she woke up, whenever that happened, she wouldn't know this creature any longer, and he would, hopefully, be gone from her consciousness. His next question wasn't so easy to answer... Her brows furrowed in confusion as her head shook back and forth. "I-I didn't..." she insisted, trying to formulate a cogent response. "I didn't call you... I didn't even want to do that stupid seance! My friends pressured me into it." "The ritual?" it whispered to her, but it didn't expect an answer. Instead, the question seemed to bounce across all the space, reverberating in her head over and over until it rang, and her ears threatened to bleed. It was an interesting thought. Could it be brought into the world by this same ritual or would it require a different one. It was possible. The ritual had given it the message, and it might provide more victims. Her friends would have to fall victim this time. The strange feeling it felt earlier was starting to grow. It could no longer ignore it. Whatever it was, it called him away, back to his home of shadows. Putting its hands over the girl's eyes, it began to whisper to her in a hurried, hushed voice she couldn't understand. Gradually, it increased the volume until it was yelling, although by now she could not hear it. The creature stepped back and looked over its shoulder to see a bright light, growing brighter by the second. It was a piercing white and burned, calling it away. Its work was done, though. The suggestion it had placed deep in Jessica's subconscious would have her thinking more and more of the seance, leading her to believe it was the answer to all of her questions. That small idea would gradually grow until it could no longer be ignored. It would become the only thing on her mind until she was forced to try it again. In the meantime, it was forced to flee back to the shadows, crawling back to the cold dark and the slate. It was relieved to see the glowing letters were still there. Dawn came for Jessica, waking her and banishing all the shadows of her nightmare. Yessenia shook her head in complete confusion and lack of knowledge in regard to his question. “I don’t know!” she insisted, whimpering softly as the question started to bounce around mind. It was slow at first, just an echo, but then it became louder, speaking from a hundred different directions in her head at once, and then it was screaming. “Stop! I don’t know!!” she begged, collapsing to her knees and holding her hands over her ears since she was afraid her brain was going to liquefy. The voices died away as soon as his hand went over her eyes making her initial movement to jerk away null and void since she didn’t want to incur another onslaught of shouting. Unfortunately, the respite didn’t last long since the words he whispered into her ear, words she didn’t understand at all, were soon melding into her head, searing her mind so she remembered them. Once more she cried out in agony, holding her hands over her ears while mentally trying to will the pain away. The pain had been so intense in the dream that she’d passed out. It wasn’t until the next morning, when she shot up in her bed, that she was actually conscious again. Her heart jumped into her throat and she jumped out of her bed, shuffling across the floor to the mirror. No cuts. Thank god… It had only been a nightmare. Sighing in relief, she looked around her room thankful it was Saturday. There was no feasible way for her to go to school and function normally after that messed up nightmare. Something was tickling the back of her mind, though…something she knew she was important. The séance… She wanted to do another séance. Wait… What? Confusion furrowed her brows as she tried to make sense of that realization, and then she shook her head, removing the thought entirely. Over the course of the day, however, it became stronger and rammed into her forethought like a bull staring at a red cape; eventually it would tear through the sensitive fabric of her mind. It sat in the darkness, feeling its power wax and wan within. It seemed to breathe like a living being, or flicker like a fiery brand, which was appropriate, because it made demands of its own, and it burned so painfully. These had not existed for so long that they seemed to leave a scar. It wished they would go away, and it wished they would vanish." Please," it would beg the slate, but fiery words continued to write itself and the flame inside grew. It was a hurt so intense that it invoked horrible feelings of hatred and the desire to inflict the hurt upon others. "Just one," it would whimper at the slate, needing Yessenia, or any human to torture and mutilate. Maybe then the pain would diminish, or disappear. If only it could move the hurt to another. But the slate did not provide, only continued to write, and the fire continued to grow inside. So it turned to hurting itself, rolling around and smashing itself against the black throne and the slate itself, but only the throne was destroyed and rebuilt and destroyed again, as it had been when it had first winked out of existence. It cried black ink and tore rents in its body, but they only healed, and the fire would not leak out. It took to screaming, but when nothing answered, it crawled toward the slate and stared forlorn into the words, letting them burn its eyes as it looked for a victim. Yessenia functioned normally, but there was a growing need spreading through her mind. It started as just a whisper, a hint at the back of her thoughts, but now it was plaguing her, and she knew she would need to express it soon. Her friends had been confused at first, since she was so adamantly against the thought of doing a seance in the first place, but they readily agreed. Yessenia didn't want to do it, but she needed to do it. That thought that the demon had sliced into her mind and planted there was impossible to ignore and was growing more and more fruitful with each passing day. Finally, the end of the week came, Friday night, and the seance was planned. Once again, she sat in a circle with three other friends and stared at the board knowing what its capabilities were now. What would happen? He'd expressed knowing that she was the key to bring her into the world... Was she going to actually summon him and not be able to banish him? Gulping, she breathed and steadied her nerves since she didn't have a choice. She needed to do this. Inhaling and exhaling deeply she put her hand on the triangle first followed by her three friends each sitting at a cardinal direction. Her eyes closed, along with theirs, and the seance began. I bled and healed, then scratched itself and bled again. Pleading had not moved the slate since the world's creation and would not do so now, but it had tasted freedom, briefly. There was only one way out now. The girl that had seen it, the girl that had dreamed it. In Yessenia's dream, it had glimpsed what the world was like, and it wanted more, so much more. There must be a way through, it thought. There must be. It was a patient creature, having waited such a long time in the dark. But before there had been no hope. Now that there was hope, it found waiting difficult. Its eyes slowly adjusted back to the dark, and it took to sitting on that throne without moving, never blinking, staring forever at that slate, waiting endlessly. It had almost given up hope, almost succumbed to the dark, when it started as a spark. A sudden light, a flare, then gone. It sat up, watching the slate closely, waiting for something else. It happened suddenly. A word burned into being, brighter than before, flickering madly and spreading quickly! It wrapped itself around the wall and climbed upward, ever upward into the abyss, until the slate came alive! This was it, the creature thought. It flew to the slate as quickly as it could, staring into the fires, and seeing... Four young girls, Yessenia among them, calling to him. Unknowingly, they call its name with that board as it danced across the letters. With glee, it waved its hand and moved the board about in horrible patterns, too quickly to follow. It snapped the center of the board to one side and cracked one girl's hand hard." I see you," it whispered at Yessenia, showing her his eyes, shining golden among a handsome face with rows of sharp teeth. It laughed, and it cut into her thoughts, filling her with terror. Whether or not the other girls would hear it, the thing could not say. Instead, he reached out toward Yessenia, seeking to possess her body.

Waking Nightmare (Zaila & Jet)|rating:4.0

The Eternal Conflict (Angels and Demons) - Streets of Sin City

(Thread is to be used for all scenes posted on the strip, The streets or otherwise outside and in the open. HeaderCode: [Select][float left][IMG height=175 padding=10]Lt;insert link for character portrait heart;[/IMG][/float left][hr][b]Name:[/b] (Character Name)[b]Alias(es)[/b] (Any in use Alias)[b]Origin:[/b] (Demon, Angel, Nephew and what type if applicable)[b]Date/Time:[/b] (The day and time of day your scene takes place)[b]Location:[/b] (the area your scene takes place in.)[b]Tagging:[/b] (Who your scene is meant to include, or open if you don't have a plan)[hr] (Hall Origin:Nephew type unknown Date/Time:10pm September 12thLocation:back allies near the strip Tagging:Open The colors, the sounds, even the light breeze around him. It was overwhelming and caused Theo to stumble into the wall of the dimly lit ally he was currently in. The Knife clutched tightly in his hand. The moment he had taken hold of it had been the start of all this. It was like a flood of sensation and stimulants for all five senses almost as if he had lived his whole life before with them all blocked or dulled until this point. About twenty feet away on the busy main street an ambulance drove past, sirens blaring which caused Theo to clutch his ears in pain and stumble once again "what's happening to me?" He shouted into the sky causing several people on the street that were close to look in surprise. Nobody approached though, in this city it was likely they viewed him as drunk, high or just plain crazy. The knife itself had been found amongst his Grandfathers belongings, beautifully made of some strange gold and pearl like substance. He didn't know why, but he had felt compelled to take it. The changes hadn't been instant. When he had gotten home that night the only oddity was that he had eaten a far bigger meal than normal but then woken up to a shock of being far more ripped than he had ever been...... abs were definitely new. That same day he had gotten far more looks from women both on the way and at work, a few had even tried giving him their numbers. The second day had brought the sensory overload and had resulted in him spending the whole day curled up in his bed, clutching his head in pain and almost tearing his hair out. Now here he was, trying to find a drug store still open. His dark jeans had patches of dirt around the knees from the amount of times he had fallen down. His flannel shirt was buttoned up all wrong and his leather jacket was almost slipping off him. He was fairly sure he might have forgotten to do up his shoelaces too. As another ambulance shot past he slammed into the wall and slid down so that he was sat down, he wrapped his arms around his knees as he rested his forehead on too "make it stop, make it stop, Make it STOP!" Was all he could say as the sounds and views of the nightlife assaulted him from every direction. (up to sunset, 10th September, Location:Local Park Tagging:Open, human couple (m)Sophie stood not far from a young man who was roughly in his twenties. Honestly outside the very young and the very old the angel of love always struggled to judge their age. However, what she did recognize was the spark. The spark of love. She had been stalking, accompanying this man now for about two weeks. She had watched him make moon eyes at another young man when he wasn't watching, and she had seen the equal amount of moon eyes returned.However, neither seemed to want to meet eyes nor confess. So Sophie, as she does in these matters. Had given them a helping hand of a helping bow she supposed. The first man who was now waiting nervously next to a fountain with a bouquet of roses she had hit with her arrow last week. It had taken him that long to pluck up the courage to phone Greg (she learned their names). Greg on the other she had to wait until he turned up tonight to get, her bow and arrows strapped carefully over her back allowing ample room for the beautiful pair of wings folded neatly behind her. Suddenly Marcus looked up and so did the angel. "Oh he's here!" She beamed, clapping her hands together like a child. "See! I told you Greg would come" she told Marcus quite pointlessly as he could neither see nor hear her. Marcus saw Greg, Greg saw Marcus. Sophie saw the moment, quickly drawing her bow of Tenderness, she pulled her final arrow Intimacy from the quiver. The only downside to her self allocated job was the pain Sophie would go through later to create some more arrows. Still the results were always worth it. Knocking the arrow to the bow she let loose the arrow. It harmlessly hit Marcus in the chest exploding into glittering small specks. The pair stared at each for an eternity and Sophie sighed happily. Her work was done, but she stayed just a little longer to hear those beautiful words. " M. M. Marcus I have something to tell you" said Greg "Greg, I do to". The pair laughed as they had spoken at the same time." Greg, I love you. Would you be my boyfriend" Marcus rushed out his words tripping in his excitement thrusting the flowers forwards? "Pooh thanks... I mean I love you too! Thank you for the flowers!" Sophie opened her wings and flapped them until she began to rise away from the couple as the sun began to set. (Jake JohnsonAlias(es)"JJ"Origin:Mortal Human Date/Time:Thursday, September 12th, 11:15pmLocation:Exiting Stanley's Bar just off the Strip Tagging:Fern JJ had the next day off, so on that Monday night he went to his favorite watering hole, a bar run by a guy named Stanley just off the strip itself. One couldn't escape the lights of the strip even away from it, and on this block, it was obvious this was on the seedier side of town. Prostitutes gathered on street corners to solicit passing cars and there were several smaller 'casinos' beside the bar, along with a pawn shop that proudly sold guns and ammo. The moon could be seen high in the sky, full and pink in a "blood moon", very few clouds obscuring the sky that night. Slightly buzzed but not quite drunk, Jake exited the bar and began walking down the street. He wore gray slacks and a matching trench coat over a white button down shirt, the coat semi concealing his gun and holster along with his badge that he wore even off duty, because you never knew when work was going to call you back in, especially in this town. The hookers knew him and knew not to approach him at this point. Prostitution was legal in Nevada, but one still needed permits to operate such business and none of the streetwalkers cared enough to bother with such things. Legal but illegal. Not that Jake cared right then. He had bigger crimes to worry about, like the damn ritual murders that had been plaguing the city over the last two months. He sighed and shook his head. Furthermore, he'd seen shit the last few weeks that would send most folks to the Mooney bin. Instinctively he reached into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes, before realizing that he'd given them up six months ago. The cravings still hit him sometimes, notably when he was stressed. He glanced down the street to see a corner market that was still open. He could get a pack and just smoke a few of them tonight, just to calm himself down. Furthermore, he gritted his teeth. Nah, he wasn't going down that road. He spat sidelong on the pavement and grimaced. What the hell was he going to do with the rest of his evening? Go home and not sleep? Hit the casinos and lose some of his hard-earned money? He muttered under his breath." Fuckin Sin City, indeed". He sighed and kept walking down the street. Maybe if he kept walking he'd clear his head enough to get an epiphany... or just wear himself out enough that he'd be able to get some fucking sleep tonight. Stopping, he glanced upward at the blood moon. He wasn't an occult expert, just a cop... but because of that he knew that it was true the crazies came out hardcore on nights like this. Well at least he had his cell phone on him, and he was packing. No sooner did he think about his cell phone when it's starting buzzing in his pocket. He grunted and slid it from his jacket, looking at the caller ID. He frowned. Captain Mather's. Was he being called into work? Ugh. He sighed and hit the green button on the screen, putting the phone up to his ear." This is Johnson."" Johnson, I hope you're sober. Max called in sick and wee need you at a murder scene on 721 25th Street." Christ. Just what he needed." Is this another one of the-""No. This is gang related." Yay. JJ wet his lips and rubbed his eyes." Captain, I'll be there if you absolutely need me there, but I'll be honest, I have had a bit to drink. This is my night off.""... I know, Jake. Alright, let me see if I can get hold of Gayle. If not, I'll need you to sober up real quick."" Right. Let me know."" Alright, bye." The line went off and Jake grumbled a bit, turning his screen off and sliding the smartphone back into his pocket." Never fails." ("ZEE"Origin:Angel of Valor Date/Time:Thursday, September 12th, 10pmLocation:Back Alley Near the Strip Tagging:Demon of Fear (NPC), Theo, Open The fear in the night air was sweet wine to the demon, and the fact that it was coming from a hapless half blood was even more exquisite to him. The tall demon garbed in black, garbed in the form of a man moved down the alleyway toward the source of the morsels of fear, savoring the empathic feelings as the crumpled form of Theo came into sight. There was little light in the alleyway, but the demon could see just fine, and as he came into view of the Nephew, almost melding right out of the shadows of the alley, a sardonic smile was on his features. His voice was soft, but somehow tinged with malice as he stood above him.("So tender and fearful. A lost lamb in a sea of wolves ready to tear him apart... but such a succulent morsel to me." Somehow, all of Theo's worst terrors came to the forefront of his mind, and it was ecstasy to the demon of fear. He almost giggled as he drank in the emotion." Your grandfather sends his regards from Hell, by the by."(came the voice from the other end of the alley, firm and unwavering." You would not know now, would you, demon?" The demon of fear's eyes widened, and he turned sidelong to see the form of another man, just as tall but far more powerfully built. The man had curly blonde hair and irises that seemed as golden halos. Gone in that instant was all pretense of mortality of both demon and angel. The demon of fear's true form was revealed, it's body slender, pitch black and spiked with rows of jagged teeth in it's distended maw, it's eyes glowing red, bat-like wings curled behind its form, while the blonde man became even more beautiful and powerful, golden armor with white feathered wings from his back, his eyes glowing with a golden light as his hand gripped a golden sword covered in angelic runes. The demon spat at the angel." Fuck! Damn you to Hell!" The demon narrowed its eyes. This was not good. A fucking angel of valor. He wasn't equipped to take on a warrior, especially one with a celestial weapon AND armor. He cursed himself for being so careless. The angel, for his part did not seem phased by the demon's appearance." I've been there, demon. I did not find it to my liking. But vengeance is mine. Your time is come. Face it with dignity." (9th, Sunset Location:Local Park Tagging:ZophielZophiel had been about to depart the area in the park when out of the corner of her eyes she spotted something out of the ordinary in a clearing surrounded by bushes and trees, unseen by those on the ground but seen by her from her lofty vantage point and enhanced senses. There was a man in a dark suit knelt over the body of an angel... in fact she could recognise the form and face of the angel as someone she knew of within the city; a young Celestial, barely over 80 years old by the name of Terrain. She was an angel of Hope, but Sophie could tell that her inner light had been extinguished, reverted to her mortal facade. Blonde hair spilled out around her and lifeless blue eyes were cast toward the dimming sky. The man in black was made most disturbing however when she could see that he did not possess a face. What was more, her empathic abilities were somewhat confounded by just how... alien the man's emotions were. Gloved hands swiftly worked to plunge into the angel's chest and extract her heart, which held a tiny sliver of Light within it. The heart was dropped into a small glass jar which was sealed up as the man stood and turned to look up at Sophie in silence. (Hall Origin:Nephew type unknown Date/Time:10pm September 12thLocation:back allies near the strip Tagging:Daniel, Demon of fear Theo had honestly not even heard the demons approach at first. He was trying to shut out all the noise so much that most of it had blended together. One sentence did stand out though "Your Grandfather sends his regards from Hell by the way"Theo had never been much of a religious believer, so normally that would have been a comment he could let slide, he had been about to tell whoever this weirdo was to go away but the moment he looked up something in him froze. The man's eyes were cold, wait not man, something was off. Not only that, fear had entered every fiber of his being, it was like the guys stare was forcing them all to the forefront of his mind. Every insecurity, every doubt and all the darkest thoughts he would never admit to even to himself suddenly became all he was able to think about. Wait, what are you......?" He began to say, but before things could go much further another voice rang out and the demon reacted with almost as much fear as he was feeling himself. Then something shifted, the new arrival grew taller, far more beautiful than any normal guy could be, white feathered wings grew from his back and ornate golden armor covered his form. Was he an angel? That shouldn't be possible, should it? The other man changed too. Slender and covered in shadow, he looked like he had crawled from a dark pit. If the beautiful man truly was an angel than this one would be a demon. Or so his mind would later work out. In this immediate moment though....... panic, scrambling up to his feet and pulling out his grandfathers knife he pressed his back to the wall he held the knife out switching between who he was pointing it at." What the actual fuck is going on?" He demanded "like shit seriously what the fuck?" He felt himself on the verge of rambling but couldn't help himself." Shit, shit, shit, shit, fucking shit" ("ZEE"Origin:Angel of Valor Date/Time:Thursday, September 12th, 10pmLocation:Back Alley Near the Strip Tagging:Demon of Fear (NPC), Theo, Open The demon of fear, now wholly inhuman sneered at Daniel. He knew that he was no warrior, but he was also far from helpless. He narrowed his glowing red eyes at the angel, clenching his fists, the quill-like spikes that adorned his body bristling as he spoke in a raspy voice." Whatever entry level of Hell you think you helped invade, you have no idea what Hell is truly like. Do you know what fear is, though I wonder?" With that, a wave of fear exploded from the demon, focused on the angel before him. Daniel for his part gritted his teeth and stepped back one step... just one step. His eyes betrayed fear, which the demon was enjoying immensely. The demon's voice became almost soothingly sweet, his confidence rising as he stepped forward." Valor... ha. So embarrassingly sweet your fear is, and in front of this sniveling half-breed." Zadkiel did not express just what fears the demon was pulling from his psyche, but he slumped slightly... not yet acknowledging the young Nephew. He was focused on the task at hand, after all. He chuckled through his trembling and met the demon's eyes." You know nothing, demon. Valor.... bravery is not fearlessness. It is the will to press on and do what's right despite one's fear. You can pry my darkest fears from my soul, but you will NEVER have power over me!" He stepped forward, willing himself to fight, his golden eyes going wide as he moved in a flash to attack, his gleaming sword humming through the air as the demon panicked, flapping his bat-like wings to try and flee into the air... just as Rafael hoped that he would. Instead of finishing his initial attack, he feinted, launching himself upward with his own feathered wings, the angelic blade flickering out to remove the fear demon's head from his body. The head bounced, bloody and dead on the ground at Theo's feet, the face ironically frozen in a look of fear. The demon's body fell to crumple on the ground, flaring up in hellish embers before it and the head vanished. The angel landed in a crouch, turning with a sigh and an exhalation, the supernatural fears leaving the minds of both of them now. Sheathing his blade, Rafael held out a gauntleted hand to Theo, paying little to no heed to the dagger in his hand." Be not afraid. I am not your enemy. My name is Daniel." (Hall Origin:Nephew type unknown Date/Time:10pm September 12thLocation:back allies near the strip Tagging:Daniel, Demon of fear Despite his near insane levels of panic and swearing, the Demon appeared to have shifted its focus from him to the angel dude.... that was still so weird thinking of demons and angels like actual real beings and not fiction. Despite himself he also found, in the back of his mind, he vaguely wondered if that meant other gods from other Mythologies existed too. The conversation going on before him was getting a little too out there and metaphysical for him so Despite the jumble of mixed emotions he was feeling, he sort of checked out. A strange sensation came from the knife in his hand. Since picking it up he had seemed unable to let it out of his sight or off his person, and now it seemed to be trying to convey some kind of message. By the time the angel dude had managed to decapitate the demon dude, Theo had somehow managed to will his knife into elongating into a rather large two-handed sword, European medieval in appearance naturally." What the heck?" He said in surprise as the tip of the blade hit the floor "its so heavy" he tried lifting it and with arms shaking managed to get it, so the blade was pointing forward at waist height. "This is actually kinda awesome"Then he noticed the blood and managed to look the now removed demons head in the eye right before it burst into flames and turned the demon into ash, no evidence, no problem he supposed. The angel dude addressed him then and Theo had to force himself not to back away from him. This guy at the very least didn't seem to want to hurt him but then, you know angel so duh, with slightly more understanding he concentrated on exerting his will on the sword, and it shrank back into the knife he remembered. Looking over at the Angel he smoothed his cloths before extending his hand to the angel "thank you. You just saved my life" ("ZEE"Origin:Angel of Valor Date/Time:Thursday, September 12th, 10pmLocation:Back Alley Near the Strip Tagging:Theo, Open The angel of valor clasps the Nephew's hand with his own gauntleted hand, his grip obviously powerful beyond the strength of mortal men and women, yet gentle at the same time. A true warrior in Zapier's estimation knew what power was and also when and when not to use it. The angel shook Theo's hand and nodded with a small measured smile. His wings trembled and vanished, as did his armor and weapon, and the flared up majesty of his angelic true form became subdued as he took on his mortal form. Gone was the gleaming celestial plated armor, replaced by street clothes appropriate to the era and locale; He wore a pair of black casual slacks with a white silk shirt unbuttoned at the top and a gray London Fog long wool overcoat. On his feet he wore gray sneakers that were probably not cheap. He gently released the Nephew's hand and nodded." You are most welcome, young Nephew. That was a demon of fear. Nasty things. You're very fortunate that I found you." He nodded downward at the knife in Theo's hand." That is a Celestial weapon. I can see that it is attuned to your blood. You got it from a family member, yes?" He looked around the alleyway and motioned to the entrance that led to the street." Come, we should start moving. I will explain what I can while we walk. I know somewhere that is safe for those of angelic blood like yourself." He turned to look at the man again." That is, if you care to trust me this night. There are others like myself and others like yourself." (up to sunset, 9th September, Location:Local Park Tagging:Unknown personsZophiel had barely lifted above the tree line where her senses picked up on something occurring in a small clearing hidden by bushes and trees. A younger angel that she knew rather well known by the name of Terrain lay prone upon the ground. An unusual thing to be sure but what raised her level of concern for the younger female was the strange and unknown being that appeared to be with her. After few seconds Fell realized with horror that Terrain was not mealy enjoying the late evening warmth out of sight from human but indeed deceased her inner light no longer gleaming. The strange person's with her however had Fell moving towards the scene with rapidly growing alarm. The persons, for she could not decent their sex or even distinguish any known feature had in fact no face to remark upon at all. As she began to get some speed under her wings she watched in fascinated horror as the unknown entity plunged into the angels chest and removed her heart. Shock had Fell stop moving almost immediately the confirmed loss of her sister a cry of pain falling from her lips. Anger over the injustice of it all shortly followed as the heart wad stored and the being looked up at Fell. The Angel of Love felt more than saw the smirk of success coming from the creature. Enraged Fell reached for an arrow forgetting momentarily that she was for a start out of arrows and that secondly her arrows did no physical damage to the receiver.However, her target did not know that, and she felt she could at least give them a good scare. Without an arrow she was not completely useless, she had hands with which to steal Terrain's heart back! Fell took up flight once again her eyes narrowed on the gleaming glass. (Speedwell Origin:DemontouchedDate/Time:Thursday, September 12th, 11:15pmLocation:Across the street from Stanley's Bar just off the Strip Tagging:Detective Jake Johnson The streets of Las Vegas had not been the sanctuary that Fern Speedwell had hoped they were. The oppressive heat of the daylight hours were quick to redden her skin until it was blazing to the touch. Seeking out shade and air conditioning for any amount of relief had been increasingly difficult with each passing day. The nights held no offer of further shelter, the streets became crowded with tourists and where there were no tourists there were people that could cause more harm than the relentless, scorching rays of the sun. The mundane was hard enough to live with but the shimmering signs that no one else seemed to notice and the shifting visages of the odd forms she passed made her question if the city wasn’t just a threat to her body but to her mind as well. There had been a stray thought that had crept in when food was hard to find or a looming shadow felt as if it were to consume her whole. That notion of returning to The Prophet and his loyal flock, where there were clean beds and three simple meals a day. As quick as it flitted through her consciousness she pushed it away again with the memory of the last gurgling breath of her mother and the slow, steady drip of her blood pooling on a bare dirt floor. A small package of precious things was clenched tightly to the tiny titian dressed woman’s chest. Her large cerulean eyes were full of equal measure weariness and hyper vigilant awareness. The daylight hours had been spent huddled in the ladies washrooms in The Forum Shops at Caesars. The cool air and constant murmur of running water and feminine chatter was almost enough to lull Fern to sleep but the stall being locked all day was enough to alert security. It had been dark when she returned to the streets. Weaving through the flocks of gaudily dressed and alcohol soaked visitors to Sin City demanded far more concentration than she had on relatively no sleep. A gaping chasm of hopelessness had taken residence in her chest, and once again, the thoughts of returning home tempted and teased with promises of comfort. Once off the Strip the thronging horde was thinner, only a few stragglers remained, most likely lost or on their way to the lights and excess offered by the casinos. The reduction in foot traffic was welcomed but the glimmering signs and smeared faces still remained. A solitary masculine figure halted barely a handful of feet from where she stood, his voice was low as he spoke into his phone and as he turned slightly more towards her in his conversation, a glint of gold glimmered from his hip. A wash of something that felt vaguely like hope prickled at Fern’s pale skin and the threat of tears brought heat to her glittering eyes. It was a shield, a small golden shield that spoke of authority and trustworthiness. The waif raised slightly onto the balls of her feet, the impetus to rush to him was squashed with nothing but years of teaching of being polite and knowing her place. It would be rude to interrupt his phone call, and so she waited, with breath held and fingers crossed. The moment his phone was returned to his jacket, silent feet speedily carried her to what she was sure was finally a port in her metaphorical storm. A tentative hand reached out, barely touching his elbow to request his vision be lowered to her delicate, heart-shaped face. “Excuse me, officer. I’m sorry to trouble you. Please…please I need your help. I have no one, not a soul and I can’t go back. They’ll find me… He’ll find me and then I… I… I…” Fern shook her head, tearing her pleading gaze from the unknown man, suddenly becoming aware of just how insane she sounded. It was her truth and there was no shame in speaking it. “I can’t go back. I can’t.” (Hall Origin:Nephew type unknown Date/Time:10pm September 12thLocation:back allies near the strip Tagging:ZadkielAs they shook hands, Theo had to visibly control his shock as the angel dudes wings seemed to distort and blur before they, the height and armor seemed to disappear in exchange for far more modern and appropriate clothing and Theo found it much easier to picture this man as well.... just a man." I'll trust you" he said carefully in response to the man's question after he had offered to explain the situation. He dusted himself off one last time before following the man. He already picked up on the fact that he had mentioned the existence of others like the both of them, that piqued his interest. Whatever it was that he in fact was, it would be nice to have others who could show him what it all meant. The angel dude made a comment about his knife and Theo fished it out of his pocket "This was my Grandfathers. We were gathering his belongings and I just found it. I don't know why, but I was just drawn to it"The fact that it was a celestial sort of made sense with this new information, but he felt far more curious about what else it could do. As they walked Theo barely paid attention to where it was they were going. Choosing instead to listen to Angel dude and his explanations. (9th, Sunset Location:Local Park Tagging:ZophielThe faceless being stood resolute in the face of the other angel drawing her weapon, and though its face was blank, one could almost detect a smirk, and sure enough, Sophie could sense via her Blessing of Empathy that the being was amused by her. The emotions she sensed were somehow... alien as well, although at the same time familiar in that the presence of the faceless being seemed Celestial in origin, though of neither Heaven nor Hell by her reckoning. The being seemed unimpressed by the approaching angel, instead chattering (yes, chattering) as with the dagger it had cut the other angel's heart out, it sliced the air open, rending a slit in reality as infection wings grew from its back, and it spoke to her without a mouth, it's voice seeming to be not one but many." We've got our quota today. You live because we allow it." The being then moved to step through the portal, squeezing through like a cockroach under loose flooring. There was a brief moment where Sophie saw that perhaps she could follow the faceless being if she were quick enough... but something told her instinctually that it would be a very bad idea. Still, the moment was there, and she could follow if she wished, but the closer she got to the portal, the more the pain in her mind grew. Whatever was in there was bad... alien and bad. If she chose to let the moment pass, she was left alone with the mortal form of the corpse of the slain angel, the portal closed as reality mended itself. (E Water stone (#msg16282359)Origin:NephalemDate/Time:September 12th, 10pm-ishLocation:Shitty bar just off the strip Tagging:Theo Hall (#msg16280508), Daniel (#msg16277976), OPEN The bar wasn’t on the same level of consumerist glamour that the majority of the strip seemed to perpetuate. The establishment was more a venue for locals that were looking for a place slightly off the beaten track, that wasn’t full of drunken tourists hoping to completely annihilate themselves with bottomless margaritas and create memories that would stay in Vegas. The chatter and patron noise wasn’t so much low level as a constant dull roar that was as required to be heard over the jukebox that played a seamless mix of classic rock from the sixties on through to the early two thousands, expertly intermingled with some choice Motown tracks and a little soupçon of modern pop that never quite made it to bubblegum levels. The clientele were all somewhat more than a little rough around the edges but outside the big production arenas of the Strip, it had the best PA system in the city The barkeep was a mountain of a man that would have looked as comfortable at the helm of a great Viking longboat, as much as he did behind the bar, keeping his regulars in check. His Antarctic pale eyes held a sparkle that suggested he was perhaps a whole deal sweeter than his usual work persona presented. “Are you sure, kid? This crowd is notoriously brutal, there’s a reason the stage is pretty much a cage.” A slight tilt of his head with a flicker quick glance toward the platform surrounded with chain link was utilized to make his point before his basso profound voice continued. “Open mic night isn’t so muchopenas it’s rolling out a variety show of crowd pleasers with the odd ritual sacrifice to the crowd, if you’re picking up what I’m putting down?” The smile that sat on the plush silk of Ski Water stone’s lips felt conspiratorial between two new lovers. An elegant hand pushed back a coiled tendril of midnight from her dusky eyes and her head moved with a specter of a nod to the sound of a soft chuckle that barely breached the sound of Janis Joplin’s Piece of My Heart. “I most certainly am. I’ve played some tough audiences and there’s nothing quite like getting them on my side, you know? How about this, I can go on first, and you keep the number one favorite in the wings if things get ugly, yeah?” The musical quality of the small woman’s voice was flavored with the accent of someone born within the sound of Bow Bells. The barkeep took a long and deep inhalation, crossing his arms across his impressively wide chest. The piercing ice of his eyes searched the midnight gaze of the musician in front of him. There was something about her, something that felt like a fragrant breeze on a summer’s day. Her smile was beyond infectious and the urban Viking found himself following suit and offering her his own lopsided grin. The exhalation was almost blustery, and he shook his head in disbelief of himself, “Alright. I don't know why, I’m saying yes here, kid, but I’m saying it. First sign of any shit, I’m pulling you, fair?” The smile parted to reveal pearly teeth and the joy was clear in the darkness of her eyes in iridescent, glittering sparks. The nod returned with conviction and a finely boned hand was offered to shake, “More than fair.” The calloused paw engulfed that tiny appendage as if she were no bigger than a child. His grip was firm, but there was a gentleness to that hold that spoke fluently of his effort to recognize their startling size difference. “We got amps ready to go but if you need anything else you’ll have to ask the others playing tonight.” The handshake was completed, and it was Ski’s turn to indicate with her head. The soft case backpack on her backfilled with the Harmony Alden H45 Stratton, a couple of leads and a good handful of plectrums was the item in question. “I got everything a girl could need right here but, thank you.” The stage was a knotted and gnarled thing of battle-scarred wood that looked like it had seen more than its fair share of bar brawls in its time. The rig of lights was in an alternating pattern of red and yellow that was unflattering for anyone that set foot beneath them. The diminutive Londoner set to the task of setting up the space by adjusting the mic stand to the perfect height to catch her voice at a stool seated height. The odd set of eyes slid to the movement but for the most part, no one seemed to have much interest in what was happening on the stage. Ski elevated herself to a perch and gave a sight wave to her new friend behind the bar to signal that she was ready as the lead clicked firmly into the jack of her guitar. “Ladies, gentlemen, toadies and them. I’m Ski Water stone, thank you for having me in your delightful establishment.”“Ski?! More like suck on this, sweetheart!” A man that looked like he had been carved from an aged side of beef grabbed the crotch of his worn out jeans and jeered at her with a jack-o-lantern grin. His reply came in sparkling laughter that seemed to hit the entire crowd with an unexpected shot of sunshine bright levity. “Oh petal, I sing first then dinner and drinks onyourdime and maybe then we can discuss who’s sucking what, yeah?” The barman’s eyes glazed over those gathered, his shovel-like hands already balled into fists ready for the retribution…but it never came. Instead, one braying laugh from somewhere in the middle of the bar inspired two more that were quick to bring the rest into line with a jovial chorus. The heckler was swept up at the moment and shook his shaggy head, a look of genuine amusement on his face as both hands waved her comment off. “We are good, love? Can I sing to you now?” Without waiting for an answer, deft fingers worked across the six strings to play a smooth run. “This one’s called ‘Midnight (’ and has just a little touch of audience participation, so get those voices all warmed up, especially you, sunshine”, those dark eyes full of an eternal mirth singled out her singular heckler, “Alright, let’s get this show on the road, yeah?” Elegant fingers plucked the steel springs in a syncopated rhythm as the Nephew’s lightly shimmering lids fluttered closed to seclude her in the melody of the song. Soon, the harmonious smoke of her voice spilled out over the audience. A look of genuine shock spring up on many faces, the barkeep being the most obvious. The luxuriant sound wove a captivating spell that held the entire building in silenced reverence. Smiles smeared across rough features and gentle sways moved hard bodies, a few hands rose to snap along to the beat to keep the time Ski had set. A nod moved her head as the glossy obsidian of her glistening irises revealed the full warmth of her smile. The influence of an angelic parent soothed that savage crowd and filtered out to the street to anyone who happened to be in the vicinity. On the songstress’ command, she taught the simple vocal line to those who felt compelled to follow, filling the bar with an almost choral chorus that was fitting for a house of worship. ("ZEE"Origin:Angel of Valor Date/Time:Thursday, September 12th, 10pmLocation:Back Alley Near the Strip, into a Shitty Bar Tagging:Theo, Mentioning Ski, Open The angel in the guise of a man led the Nephew out and onto the streets, nodding as he was told some of the story of how he came to be in possession of the Celestial weapon. The relic that the man held was valuable, far more so than he suspected the Nephew even knew. He would have to be taught to keep close guard over the weapon, for many in the world would covet such an item, especially now that the gates to Heaven and Hell were shut, and new relics could not be forged or otherwise obtained. He glanced sidelong at Theo, speaking plainly as they walked down the street, which was sparsely populated by others at the moment." How did your grandfather die, if I might ask?" Zadkiel couldn't imagine it was from old age if his grandfather was in fact a Nephew, longer lived as they were compared to true humans. He was about to say something else when something caught his attention; a melodious harmony that could not be heard by most from inside the bar front that they had been walking past, but the enhanced senses of an Angel and a Nephew could hear it just fine. The singing voice was sweet and golden, tinged with the essence of Heaven in a way that reminded him of his friend and ally Dumas, although to a slightly lesser extent. The power behind the voice was muted, not quite Celestial, but impressive nonetheless. He stopped in his tracks and tilted his head." Come, Theo. We're going inside. I need to check on something." The establishment was seedy to be sure, but the singer on the stage inside seemed to elevate everything to a palatable level. As Daniel entered, little attention was paid to him and Theo, if in fact the Nephew followed. The woman on the stage was unknown to him, but he could tell upon setting his eyes on her that she was Nephew. He stood with his back to the far wall, watching and listening to both her and the reactions of the crowd. (Jake JohnsonAlias(es)"JJ"Origin:Mortal Human Date/Time:Thursday, September 12th, 11:15pmLocation:In Front of Stanley's Bar just off the Strip Tagging:Fern The girl who approached him seemed a bit crazy, to be honest... cute as hell, but crazy. He blinked at first, taking a step back instinctually before his stronger instincts as a cop kicked in, and he looked down into the girl's eyes. What was she talking about? He frowned, a look of concern over his features as he reached out to take her hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze in greeting." Hey, it's ok. Sorry, you just startled me. Now who is -they-? Who is -he-? Where can't you go back?" He released her hand and looked around in case the "they" were nearby. Satisfied that they weren't being followed, he turned back to her." Hey, my name is Jake. I'm a detective... a police officer. I think you'll be safe at the station. We'll protect you there." Who the hell was "he"? A jealous and psychotic boyfriend? A stalker? He didn't have a clue, but he planned to find out. The situation was sobering him up really quick, that much was certain. He pulled out his cell phone and started to dial a number on it, intending to call up dispatch and let them know he was bringing the girl in. (Hall Origin:Nephew type unknown Date/Time:10pm September 12thLocation:back allies near the strip, Shitty Bar Tagging:Daniel and SukiZadkiel's question threw Theo off a little, and he hesitated slightly before answering "The doctors thought he got sick, but nobody believed it. For as long as I can remember, he'd never once been sick in his life and the rest of the family said the same thing" he pulled the knife out again and examined it." But now that I learn all about this angel and demon stuff.... could that be connected? I mean this was his first right?" He looked over to Daniel to see what he thought but the angels' attention seemed to have been moved elsewhere. Theo was about to ask what it was when the sound reached his ear. A beautiful voice that seemed to call him towards whoever it belonged to and as such he didn't argue when Daniel wanted to check it out. Following the angel in, it didn't take Theo long to find the source of the enchanting melody. A young woman on the stage, the bar itself wasn't impressive in the slightest, the patrons even less so. In fact, they mostly looked like the types that society would deem undesirable but each one of them seemed enraptured by her, even the man behind the bar who's whole personality seemed to be his scowl, had a small smile on his face. Walking to the bar Theo took a seat, the barman didn't seem to have noticed him, and watched the woman on stage. Daniel looked impressed and the crowed seemed bewitched, but Theo found himself simply enjoying it like anyone would enjoy pleasing music, was she perhaps like him? Was that why he wasn't under her spell? Another interesting question.

The Eternal Conflict (Angels and Demons) - Streets of Sin City|rating:4.0

Rebellion in the Shadows - IC

Here is the in character thread for Rebellion in the Shadows. This space is reserved in case it is needed later. The game begins on the next post. You are standing in the Ruler's Forum (IOC: the forum located northwest of the inner districts). Two grim looking men, in the livery of Royal Guards, approach a bulletin board to post an announcement that had been issued by royal decree. Others stood by and waited for their turn to post less significant news. As the Royal Guards walked away, a herald announced the news, so those who were illiterate can receive them. Herald:Last night, a vicious assassin attempted to enter the Royal Palace. Such an act is unforgivable, and the entire city will not rest until the assassin has been apprehended. The entire city has been locked down until we have found and executed this assassin. In less significant news, an announcement has been posted that said, "Gladiatorial matches have been suspended until further notice." A 10 on a Knowledge local/history/nobility and royalty skill check will provide the following information:Spoiler Hide The city and kingdom were founded by merchant families. Members of the royal family are descended from merchants, so they hold a certain amount of respect for businessmen of all kinds. Locking down the city will disrupt trade that goes through the city, so this is something they will not do unless the situation is dire. A 10 on a Knowledge local/nobility and royalty skill check will reveal the following information:Spoiler Hide A tournament was supposed to start at the arena within a few days. The king is a fan of gladiatorial matches, so he may have requested that the tournament is suspended until the assassin is captured, and he no longer needs to hide in the palace. Masquerade stood in the open, taking his preferred form as the lesser noble Alexander Grey, next to him is Scabbard, currently spelled to look like an urban shifter shaman with Aurora, in cat form, perched on his shoulder. He sighed, some idiot tried to assassinate the King without proper planning, making future attempts more difficult,"Let's go Male,"Masquerade says, causing Scabbard (disguised as Male) to grunt, going back to the state house, he had a meeting with some of the rebels later, and he needed to prepare his report, the likelihood of getting an assassin into the King's service undetected had just dropped significantly, meaning there would need to be a new plan for immediate results, and a slightly modified long term plan. This was a minor setback though, his plans were very different from the rest of the resistance, they wanted the King dead, Masquerade wanted the King and his advisors dead, especially the priest and mage. Nor roar cursed under his breath, "why did that fool try something like that, if he wasn't sure of success? Well now I have my own mess." he got up from his table as he downed the last of his ale, going back to the arena across the street. He went to his private chambers, as he was a sponsor who had his sponsor who had moved to the arena, there were two or three others who had done the same. "Seats, how have the men been?"" They could be worse, but it would be wise to try a solution," the slightly older young man said. "Rajah and I will be there should you need anything." with that, the ranger who had been sending the followers to gather the information shifted to his tiger form, armored and all. Norroar walked into the radiators' mess hall with his two tigers at his side. He was very impressive to behold despite his slight frame, the men all know what he could do, and those who couldn't hear of how once when his honor was challenged by one of the stronger men, when they squared off for combat, he leaped upon the unsuspecting gladiator and ended his life with a single strike. The men knew to follow him. He hadn't enjoyed doing that, but it had to be done to enforce his cover. Currently, his instructions were to keep the peace here as the resistance launched their own investigation. He addressed the men, "Men, as you most likely have heard, fights have been postponed until further notice," at this a pair stopped their bickering in order to listen. "Due to the delay and the need for all of you to be in top shape, I have decided to allow practice bouts. Furthermore, there is to be no lethal force in these bouts, he who strikes to kill shall answer to Seats, Rajah, and myself upon him at once. Is that clear?" A group "Aye, sir," sounded, and the bickering pair simply looked at each other with resentment, they'd missed their opportunity. With a smile, Nor roar smiled and walked out. He went to the yard to wait for the men to come out. He loved being in the yard, and watching other men fight in the dust, all hot and sweaty, and sometimes challenged one of them. It was... exciting. Reginald sighed in exasperation as he saw the notice posted.' This does not bode well' he thought to himself 'if this assassin is not found it could lead to unrest of a level not seen in a generation.' He turns to his assistant Obadiah "I think we have a long days work ahead of us, let us be off." He then leaves the forum to do his rounds and gather as much information as he can on the assassins' identity. Masquerade Spoiler Hide On the way back to his state house, Masquerade gets approached by an old man. Old man: Would you care to learn about your future, sir? Masquerade recognizes him as, Thoth, a messenger of the resistance. He is currently disguised as a wandering fortune-teller who tells fortunes to those who would hear them. Those who know any better will quickly realize that he is a charlatan who does not know what he is talking about. However, there are those who will pay him to tell their fortunes, so his disguise serves its purpose. Thoth: I see trouble in your future, followed by success and great wealth. NorroarSpoiler Hide The gladiators have yet to cause trouble, since they do not have much pent-up aggression yet. However, they do reach an understanding that Nor roar is to be taken seriously, and they will not cause any problems soon. After his speech, Nor roar gets approached by a boy in prison clothes. Boy: No "lethal force"? No "striking to kill"? I thought we only fight to put on a good show for the audience. Why would anyone fight to kill? Have I been sent here to die? The boy looks like someone with nimble fingers who had been imprisoned for pickpocketing theft. Criminals who are forced into the arena may end up fighting to the death, but those who voluntarily enter the arena have the option surrendering. They boy is clearly a prisoner, but nonviolent criminals are not sent to the arena. Something seems a little off. Knowledge local (DC 15) Spoiler Hide Nonviolent criminals can voluntarily enter the arena. If they win or put on a decent performance, then they can get credit for time served and shorten their prison sentence. Gather information about the boy(DC 10) Spoiler Hide The boy has in fact been imprisoned for theft. He is a repeat offender and has stolen from a particularly wealthy merchant recently. He just wants to go home, and he is frightened at the prospect of getting killed in the arena. Reginald Spoiler Hide Reginald is approached by a fellow member of the Royal Guard. Guard: Looking for the assassin? He is of no concern to us. Find him, and you will find yourself attacked by his accomplices. We think he is either a distraction or an attempt to gauge our defenses. If you insist on chasing him, someone saw him flee towards the hunting grounds to the east of the inner districts. In two hours, there will be a meeting to discuss how we will handle the situation. Masquerade gives the slightest of frowns before getting back in character, switching to a soft smile,"I'd be delighted, wait out here Male,"he says with practiced ease, following his fellow conspirator. Once sure that they're alone, he loosens the act, letting some of his natural personality come through while keeping the act intact,"You needed me for something?" Nor roar look at the boy, holding his timid eye contact. "Young man, I assure you have my word that you shall not be dead, but pain shall come, I can unfortunately guarantee that. But the men will not be in the arena for some time, so they will have some pent-up aggression after a spell, so it is necessary to note that lethal force if only for the arena when the opponent is not allowed to surrender. I assume you're here to work off a fine or what, you don't seem to be the kind to be forced into the arena. It's more a reminder than anything else," he said as Seats inspected the boy. Nor roar was waiting for him to inspect the boy. He expected Seats to go up to the boy and rub against him if his fear was genuine, and he seemed to pose no threat, and bear teeth when he was hiding something. He put his hand not the young man's shoulder, "you are here, so don't expect to go without a bruise in payment for what it was you stole, but my men and I will make sure you are made well, so don't fret too much, young man. There is not much more you should worry about except for putting on a show to get you out of here. By the way what is your name, son?" Reginald nods to the man. "Thank you for the heads-up, I'll be there momentarily." He says, and then to his manservant "Come Obadiah we must be off." He then at a leisurely pace makes his way to the palace chatting and gossiping with acquaintances and contacts as he goes. Masquerade Spoiler Hide Thoth: I am afraid the king's men may know something about us. This lockdown is unnecessary for one assassin. They are using it as an excuse to hunt us down. They may have heard rumors of our leader's arrival. Unfortunately, their timing is off. He is not due to arrive until the annual gathering of merchants two months from now. In the meantime, the king has alienated many merchants by disrupting trade. This might be a good time to find people willing to support us with their coin. However, we must keep a low profile. After leaving his message, Thoth left. NorroarSpoiler Hide The boy seems fearful, as if he is expecting to be killed at any moment. Boy: My name is Dagon. Reginald Spoiler Hide Based on the local gossip, Reginald picked up the following information: -The king's brother is next in line to the throne, but if the king dies, he will be the first suspect, so he will not act in a rash manner. -General Grams is openly disrespectful to the king, but if he wanted the king dead, he would resort to a coup rather than sending assassins. -A successful assassination attempt will allow the throne to pass on to another member of the royal family, but an intentionally failed assassination attempt can leave power in the hands of certain influential advisors. The chancellor keeps to himself, so the high priest will hold power while the king cowardly hides. -A eunuch from the eastern kingdom of Led is currently staying in the capitol on a diplomatic mission. General Land suspects that Led is planning an attack. All Seats could tell was that the boy, Dagon, was scared to death. He just looked like a barely more than a child who was scared to death. So he decides to step forward and go up to the boy and move as if to wedge his muzzle underneath Dagon's hand, urging Rajah to do the same. Norroar notices this saying, "well, Dagon, Seats and Rajah here seems to have taken a liking to you. They're such sweethearts deep down. Don't be afraid, I'not going to kill you, and if anyone tries to, they'll answer to me... How is your mother?" he asks, crouching slightly to be at eye level while having his hand on Dagon's neck. Nor roar was quite obviously less than half a decade older than the boy, who still seemed at most fourteen. Dagon seemed as though he didn't want to trust, but this was the worst place to show fear. NorroarSpoiler Hide Dagon: She's dead along with the rest of my family. They were killed by bandits and no one did anything to help them. The king and his people are worthless. Instead of sending people to the arena to fight to death, they should be sending people out to wipe out the bandits and protect people like us. This country will be better off if the king was dead. If only old man Nate did a better job last night, things can be better now. Nor roar knows that Nate is the man who runs the graveyard and catacombs to the west of the arena. He is a contact person for the resistance, and he finds miscellaneous jobs for resistance members to use as covers for their identity. Nate is not a member of the resistance himself. These jobs do not pay anything to resistance members, so he benefits from the arrangement by having free laborers dig graves for him. He takes a hands-off attitudes in regard to the resistance's activities. As long as they provide free workers, he does not report anything to the authorities. A 10 for knowledge local reveals the following information about Nate: Spoiler Hide Nate does not seem to have any political aspirations. He seems more concerned with the dead than the living. He sometimes wanders around the graveyard at night and talks to the graves. Some say he has been seen wandering around in the catacombs mumbling something to the corpses. It is believed he may be a veteran, and he had been traumatized by the death of his comrades in a battle. He speaks to his old friends corpses for old times sake. Others believe he is some kind of necromancer who can speak to the dead, or he might be an undead himself. He stood back straight and in the most commanding voice he could muster, "Son, walk with me to my office." He hoped this kept up his reputation as strong. Furthermore, he always believed there has a difference between strong and heartless, but others sometimes couldn't tell, at least between compassion and weakness. Furthermore, he walked off to his private chambers, with Rajah and Seats on either side of Dagon. They walked in complete silence, and he had Dagon, Seats, and Rajah enter before him. Immediately after he closed the door he spoke as to not give Dagon a chance, "first off, your family is killed by bandits, so you become a thief ad pick-pocket? I'm aware that you don't mug people, but what happens when you get caught and have to fight or even kill to stay safe, will you be just like the ones who killed your parents? I know that on average most people here aren't the most welcoming or the most kind, but there are good people here, as I assume your family was, and just because the government sucks, doesn't mean that it reflects the views of the people. Even Paladins of Slaughter, the ruleless b*st*RDS, understand that! And secondly, how the hell does Nate have anything to do with the failed assassination of the king? He spends most of his time in the graveyard, and doesn't really give a d*MN for the living." he ended right in front of Dagon. Masquerade nods before resuming his new identity, which was starting to rub off on him if he were to be honest, he walks outside once more and says with a light smile,"today's going to be a good day."he turns to Scabbard and beckons with a gesture this time, and leads the way back to "his" statehouse. Once inside Scabbard drops the disguise and heads down to the basement workshop he usually spent his time in, Aurora still on his shoulder, he was to start making antitoxins today. Masquerade, however, remains in disguise and heads up to his chambers, where he can rest. Masquerade Spoiler Hide Masquerade's rest was uneventful. The state house was relatively secluded, since Alexander Grey was a private person who kept to himself. As a result of this Masquerade did not hear any disturbances that occurred far away as the rest of the city took in the news of the failed assassination attempt. NorroarSpoiler Hide Dagon: I know that he is a former soldier who is still better about getting sent on a suicide mission. He practices necromancy, so he can bring his dead comrades back to life. He also uses the catacombs as a place to organize a revolt. By tunneling outside the city, he can bring an army in to invade. I am telling you, he is definitely involved in the king's assassination. When I get out of here, I am going to join his rebellion and get those guards for throwing me in prison! Sometime after his outburst, two prison guards knock on your door. IOC Spoiler Hide Their arrival is late enough, so they did not hear Dagon's outburst. Nor roar will have time to speak to Dagon for a few minutes before they interrupt. Prison guard: Excuse us sir, sorry to disturb you. We lost track of a boy who is supposed to participate in an arena match later in the afternoon. The last time we saw him was on the practice grounds. Have you seen him? Nor roar smiles, if only slightly as the boy slates his plans. When he is finished, he says, "was the energy the answer to my first question or did you choose to ignore it? At any rate thank you for confirming some of my suspicions and adding on to them." He approached Dagon and slipped behind him, massaging his shoulders, "but you really should calm down if you want to survive here. Don't show your worry and fear too much, or people will see it, and some brute might be offended and pound you into dust and not in the good way." He was still trying to relax the boy when the two guards arrived. "One moment," he whispered into Dagon's ear. He walked to the door, and ushered the guards in. Thankfully Seats had been smart and he and his companion were both nuzzling against the boy, effectively protecting him from the guards should anything go down. "Do come in," he clasped Dagon on the shoulder. "I presume this is the boy you talk about, what is the name of the boy you lost? At any rate, I needed to talk with this boy in private. We were just in the middle of our... Conversation. Don't worry yourselves. Tell me when his match is, and I'll take responsibility for getting him there battle ready. I'll take care of it. Masquerade sighs, it would seem that nothing would happen today, Scabbard wouldn't mind, but Aurora was often restless when things were too quiet. He'd need to work on that... Masquerade rolled out of his bed and walked to the basement to check up on Scabbard, and make sure he didn't kill Aurora for being too noisy. Spoiler Hide If nothing's going to happen Masquerade will remain in his State House until either a council meeting is called/scheduled or the rebellion gives him a call. Masquerade Spoiler Hide From within the State House, Masquerade would not hear anything. However, servants who leave the house for any errands would be aware of a small riot that occurred outside. General Grams was walking through the streets and a crowd hurled stones at him and accused him of involvement in the assassination. Grams brandished his great axe and dispersed the crowd. A few civilians were killed before High Priest James arrived and calmed down Grams. James ordered some guards to restrain the general and escort him back to his state house before any other incidents occurred. The High Priest tried to calm the populace by assuring them that the king is alive and well. He will run the kingdom while the king takes a few weeks of rest. An accomplice of the assassin has been captured. Once he has been interrogated and enough information has been obtained to deal with the assassins, the city will reopen and all will return to normal. Spoiler Hide The resistance operates with multiple cells that are unaware of each other in order to maintain secrecy. There are two contact persons who are known to all resistance cells: Thomas, the owner of Tom's Tavern and Nate the keeper of the necropolis to the west of the arena. If either of these individuals are captured, then the resistance is in danger. If the person who is captured is someone else, then there is no need to be concerned with this "accomplice". It is possible that one of these two individuals have been captured, since the nature of their activities may arouse suspicion, and the city guards are being more alert in response to the assassination attempt. NorroarSpoiler Hide The guards relaxed. Guard: His name is Dagon, and he is scheduled for a match at 2:00. We only need to make sure he does not try to run away before his match. If you have him in your custody, then we can leave him in your hands. The guards leave to attend to other duties. Dagon: I steal food to survive. There isn't much that a child can do on his own. If you rig the match, so my opponent lets me win, then I will repay the favor someday. Spoiler Hide Dagon's match is not part of the upcoming tournament, so no one would really care about it. With your influence, you can easily choose his opponent. Outside Nor roar's office, other arena sponsors were discussing recent news. There was an announcement that an accomplice of the assassin has been captured. They were excited about the prospect of the tournament being able to start on schedule. Reginald Spoiler Hide After gathering information from his connections, Reginald arrives at a meeting that was held by a few members of the Royal Guard. Ended, the second in command of the Royal Guard is running the meeting. Ended: Hank is currently with the king. Hank and I will be taking turns watching over the king directly, and his chambers will be surrounded by guards at all times until we catch this assassin. While Hank is with the king, I would like to have us take a more proactive approach in dealing with the situation. Some of us suspect the assassin works for a group of individuals, whether it's a rebellion or foreign powers. We have captured Nate, a grave keeper, who we suspect is an accomplice of the assassin. We are going to arrange for his execution tomorrow and take advantage of this chance to infiltrate this group. One or two of you will form a party and rescue Nate from his execution. Once he leads you back to his base, you will join his group and report any of their actions to us. We will determine the extent of their threat and use whatever means necessary to wipe them out. We can only spare a guard or two, since we are increasing the number of guards per shift in order to make sure the king remains safe. Certain nobles and ambassadors may also find it suspicious if too many guards stop showing up, and we don't know if there are any traitors among the nobles. Whoever volunteers will have to form a party of outsiders in order to accomplish this task. Use whatever means necessary to accomplish our goals, and all costs will be reimbursed. Any takers? "Well glad that was settled, now as to your opponent... I'm sure I can set something up, so you have nothing to fear. I'm sure that I can find someone to fight you and give up, but you'll have to be convincing. Furthermore, I'll get you a bit of magic, and if you can bring the fight close to me and my entourage, you will get a bit of help. (specifically near to my follower with a persistent bless up and will give him a persistent lesser vigor) I hope you can follow through," he said to Dagon, "by the way, how old are you boy?" With that he went to his door and opened it, poking his head out of his door, "hey, I'm challenging the accomplice in his match, okay, thanks bye!" With that he closed the door." Now where were we? How old are you anyway?" he said addressing Dagon. He had just the opponent in mind. One of his followers that entered as a gladiator with a slightly below average record. Now all he had to do was set it up.IOC: do I need to stat him out or is it assumed they beat around bait and then my follower (I'm feeling Ignatius) surrender? Masquerade sighs, the city would likely be in lockdown for some time, the fact they were doing it at all was rather annoying, and the likelihood of being caught was slim despite the current situation, however, he would have to do a bit of scouting, without getting caught... he'd need to ask Aurora to take a look around soon, she was the best at scouting because of her cat form, and the fact that it was her natural form to begin with made it even better. For now, he'd continue to watch Scabbard at work, it was always interesting to watch him mix so many substances to make something entirely different. He'd love to learn the trade, but it was just not his style, he was never good at making things, and alchemy just seemed beyond him. Oh well, that's what Scabbard was here for, besides being a good companion and bodyguard anyway. Aurora was simply purring away on his lap, despite being in her human form, fast asleep. They grew on him, much faster than he had thought, and they had become some of the few people he could truly relax around, the only two he could be himself around. Spoiler Hide Reginald inwardly sighs as hears Ended's report, he feels that the proposed plan was foolish and that you shouldn't be executing people because you suspected them of something. He waited in silence for few moments and then spoke. "I have a couple of points I'd to make. Firstly I believe this plan is too dangerous we risk capture or death by the assassin, luckily my years in the watch have taught me how to find people I can track the assassin down to Warner he's hiding by tomorrow and start surveillance shortly afterwords. Secondly I hope you have evidence to support your suspicions about this Nate before condemning him to death whether it is a mock execution or not. This is after all, a nation of laws." NorroarSpoiler Hide One of the other sponsors shouted back: There's no chance of fighting the suspect in the arena. He is potentially involved in a conspiracy to kill the king. They will probably have him executed soon. Another voice said: Poor Nate. Who would have known that his anti-social tendencies would land him in prison? Dagon seems excited about the prospect of winning his arena match and getting out of prison. He shows no sign of hearing the conversation between you and the other sponsors. Dagon: I am thirteen. Once the resistance gains a realistic chance of replacing the government, I will make sure there will be a place for you within the resistance. At any rate, I cannot stay too long, or the others might start suspecting that something is going on. If anyone suspects that we are discussing how to rig my match, then they may set me up against someone else. I will head over to the practicing area until lunchtime. Masquerade Spoiler Hide A messenger from the palace arrives at Alexander Grey's state house. Messenger: Due to recent events, his majesty will not call for a council meeting today. In the King's absence, the High Priest would like to call for a meeting three hours after noon. He would like to discuss how to handle any issues that arise during the lockdown. Reginald Spoiler Hide Ended: You raise a very good point. We have no interest in killing a potentially innocent man. Nate has been involved in suspicious activities, but we have no conclusive evidence of his guilt. We planned on staging a mock execution in order to infiltrate their base. It might be better to stage a jailbreak instead. At any rate, you can follow whatever leads you have in order to find the assassin. My concern is that whoever hired the assassin will be willing to sacrifice him, so we will run out of leads. Also, the assassin himself does not seem dangerous, since he fled on sight. It seems the only way he managed to get into the palace is through inside connections. Even though the possibility of getting information is slim, I agree that we should not ignore the assassin. He was last seen heading east to the hunting grounds. You should be able to use that as a starting point for tracking. While you follow the assassin, we will transfer Nate to the southern prison cells for interrogation. We will attempt to gain whatever information we can from him. If following the assassin does not lead to any results, we can stage Nate's jailbreak as our backup plan. If we discover that Nate is innocent, we will release him and find another plan. IOC: now I'll be doing a bit in character playing my dumped wisdom." Sh*t! Nate's been captured, this is bad! And, kid, I'm already in the resistance. Second I'll let you know that I'm already part of the resistance, so that won't work for repayment. I also have as much time as I need with you, because they'll more than likely assume that I'm having my way with you, I'm not the most difficult to figure out. And if I put you up against someone of my choice they'll assume it has something to do with that. Just don't act like sitting is perfectly comfortable for the rest of the day, and you should be fine. Now come with me, I'll go see what I can find about Nate and ask Tom about a rescue mission," Nor roar said while pacing and dragged Dagon by his collar. He half led, half dragged the stumbling boy to the practice grounds bidding the scribe follow. He found one of his followers, Ignatius, and released the boy upon arrival next to him, "Hello sirs, this boy has a match for two o'clock this afternoon, and I believe it would be best against my man, Ignatius. If you could please get that on paper that would be fantastic. This boy has been through a bit of trauma, but now he knows where his place is so there should be no problem setting up this match," he says more to the scribe, and then more to Ignatius, "go easy on him, he's been through quite a bit."IOC: Nor roar would have code phrases with his followers, "go easy on him." means make it convincing, but lose.IC: After finishing up with the scribe, he went to look into Nate's capture and ask Tom about a potential escape plan. NorroarSpoiler Hide IOC Spoiler Hide I am assuming that "Tom" refers to the tavern owner who is part of the resistance. Tom: Hush. Tom glanced around nervously. He wasn't accustomed to discussing any of his activities associated with the resistance during the day. Any dealings took place at night when his patrons were too drunk to remember seeing him with suspicious characters. Fortunately, the tavern was mostly deserted and those present were resistance members, so his caution was unnecessary. Tom: Nate was called to the palace early in the morning to perform burial rites for someone. Sometime later in the morning, some Royal Guards transferred an unidentified person to the prison cells within the northeastern section of the city. It appears they have summoned him to the palace for the purpose of arresting him. This city has too much open space and not enough ambush points. Freeing him from the guards while they are transporting him for execution is not an option. We'll have to sneak in and free him tonight. However, we will need a distraction. Another option is to make sure he did not reveal any information about the resistance and silencing him while he is in prison before he has the chance to cooperate with the guards. IOC: assuming he used a normal voice for the larger spiel, and is just talking normally, but quietly, like at night.IC: Nor roar sighed a bit, "Well in either case Nate won't be very useful. He can't just resume his duties and work as he did before this happened. Well I'm in for whichever operation will be run, so count me in. Either way will produce similar results, but the rescue will help us sleep at night. Also, both would need to be at night, so I'll come back around sickish to find out what's going down, I'll bring Sean ad and his companion as well, but they weren't made for stealth, so they'll probably monitory information lines from my followers." Nor roar got up, giving a salute like gesture to Tom over his shoulder as he left, there was just enough time to catch Dagon's match. He got back to the arena and gave a nod to the boy, calling him and Ignatius over to the side where he was out of earshot of the others. He tried to look stern and add in louder but unrelated phrases to mask what he was doing. Furthermore, he passed along the information and ended the conversation with, "And if you pull something like this again, I won't be so nice! Is that clear?" NorroarSpoiler Hide At Tom's Tavern Tom: I am glad you decided save him instead of silencing him. I would like to think that you will not silence me if I find myself in the same situation as Nate. At any rate, it might be difficult for us to discuss things later, since there may be other people around. I will send a general distress signal to other resistance cells. Most won't respond, since they're lying low, but there will be others who will show up to help Nate. At the arena Dagon: Yes, sir! Understood sir! He also mumbled something about trying to find a way to help Nate once he got out. When Dagon's fight came up, he did his part to make his victory convincing. The entire arena was not just open terrain. There were trenches, obstacles, and barriers and Dagon used these to his advantage in order to score convincing hits on Ignatius. When his match was over, he was escorted off by some guards and promptly released after some paperwork was completed. As soon as he was released, he took off and disappeared among the crowds. As he got up to leave for the arena, Nor roar said, "then I'll see who I pick up." With that, he left and as he went through the door gave a small salute to Tom over his shoulder. After Dagon set off, he had been making arrangements for him to go out to save Nate. He started by calling in his lead followers (the 3rd level ones) Jeeves and Lively (butlers FTW). He as they set about their business, he talked about how a certain someone wanted to meet somewhere other than the arena tonight, and he would be out. Furthermore, he and Seats put on their cloaks and left down the road towards the northeastern prison, Seats a little worked about leaving Rajah behind, but he knew the tiger got along with the followers.IOC: Dagon, Nor roar, Seats, and Rajah all have Persistent Lesser Vigor's that will wear off at soonish. Also, when in humanoid form, Seats poses as Nor roar's semi-casual lover. They aren't though, because that would be weird to write about with other people reading it. But at any rate they are walking and because of their cover, Seats can act nervous, which he is, and Nor roar helps people assume that the nervousness is part of their goings-on in the night "Then we are agreed." Reginald says "I shall take my leave and set about finding this assassin." As he leaves he thinks 'Thank goodness I managed to moderate their response that plan could have been far too costly, hopefully I'll be able to fix this mess without causing undue unrest.' He then sets about tracking the assassin. NorroarSpoiler Hide Dagon returned with information about Nate's location. Dagon had previously been imprisoned within the same building for previous thieving sessions, so he knew the layout of the place and the shifts that the guards worked on. It seems likely that Nate was scheduled for execution soon, since he was not locked up deep within one of the larger prison complexes. He was kept on the first floor of one of the smaller prisons that were located at the edge of the prison district. Dagon had a map that he drew based on his memory of the place. Spoiler Hide However, he returned with the information after Nor roar had already left. After asking Jeeves about where Nor roar went, he concluded that Nor roar must have headed toward the prisons and set off after him. IOC Spoiler Hide I am assuming that Nor roar's followers are secretive enough that they would not give away information on his location to a kid they just meet. Telling him Nor roar "stepped out" would be all they can say, and he would jump to his own conclusion based on recent events. Once Dagon caught up with Nor roar, he said: Hey, I have a plan for this. We can wait until nightfall before we break in, grab the goods, and get out without anyone catching us. In a lower voice: The guards will be tired late at night. By 11:00, the ones on duty are mostly rookies who are stuck with worst shifts. Also, the place will be loosely guarded with half a dozen to a dozen guards at most. We will still have to act quickly because there will be more on the upper levels of the building, and we do not want to alert them. Reginald Spoiler Hide Reginald's search leads him to the hunting grounds to the east of the city. His social intuition helped him seek out his quarry at a much faster pace. As he followed his lead, he noticed signs of someone having traveled through the area before. He saw game that had been hunted and abandoned. It looks like someone wanted to grab a quick meal and did not want to haul a carcass off once he had his meal. This person's path lead to circles and winding pathways, as if he were trying to shake someone from his trail. Reginald's search eventually led him to the following location: Spoiler Hide IOC Spoiler Hide You start off somewhere around cell A6. Let me know if Reginald has anyone accompanying him on his search and let me know where Reginald and his companions would stand on the map. The green stuff on the map is trees, bushes, and other greenery. IOC: as to the followers, the most they'd know because they weren't there for the conversation, is "oh, look it's that kid Nor roar supposedly 'punished'" and then feel awkward as Rajah gets all friendly with Dagon.IC: "Very well, you know this place better than myself, it's best not to cause a stir, lest we spill too much blood," Nor roar replied in the hushed tone Dagon had used. Waiting until nightfall, the three of them gathered at the entrance to the prison block. Nor roar looked to the sky of the pitch black night mottled with stars long enough to think to himself, "how peaceful."" Are we ready?" he asked the two at his side as they snuck into the prison trying not to be noticed. IC: First he'll write a message and have it delivered to Obadiah at his estate via his raven companion/familiar. Message contents Spoiler Hide The Connection followers are to set up a surveillance perimeter and an ambush site a small distance away and a contingent of his house guard will assemble and drive the quarry into the ambush when ordered. Orders are to take the assassin and any accomplices alive. Forgot to add, he'll be then wild shape into an eagle and start Arial surveillance.IOC:Spoiler Hide 20 of his house guard and 3 officers will make up the contingent and 30 of his enforcers will set up the perimeter with another 20 to set up the ambush. And yes he is being overkill, but he isn't going to take chances with this. Since he looks like he's waiting for something Reg shall continue circling above him and keeping watch till his men assemble. NorroarSpoiler Hide The guard wakes up at the sound of footsteps walking past and immediately attempts to call for help. He is surprised at the sight of Nor roar and his cohorts and somewhat frightened. Initiative: (1d20)[7] IOC Spoiler Hide If you win initiative, then you can knock him out before he calls for help. Reginald Spoiler Hide The masked man glances around as if expecting someone. After seeing that no one is going to arrive he decides to wander around at short distances to gather firewood. It looks like he is planning on camping out at this site for an unknown period of time. There will be more than enough time for Reginald's men to assemble, since the masked man does not seem particularly active. Initiative:Nor roar:(1d20+9)[14]Seats:(1d20+10)[11] Nor roar:Jump:(1d20+47)[50]Zaibatsu Focus:(1d20+29)[30]Battle Jump Charge unarmed to hit:(1d20+19)[38] Assuming that's a hit, all nonlethalBase(2d8)[7]Sneak Attack(7d6)[26]Zaibatsu Focus(5d6)[14] NorroarYou knock him out before he can scream for help. You do not hear any signs of any alarms having been triggered or anything similar going on. The entire place seems silent. "Thank the gods that didn't happen!" Nor roar said as softly as he could, knowing a whisper would be louder. The three of them continue searching the floor for Nate's cell. They look through all the cells on the bottom floor. Nor roar hoped that getting through this wouldn't cause any of his operation to fail or his followers to get killed. When his men have assembled Reginald will fly down to join the contingent of his guard and order the attack. NorroarSpoiler Hide When you walk past the front desk, the hallway leads to the right. Immediately to the left are restrooms. On either side of the hallway are three prison cells. Three of the cells are occupied. The cell on the middle right (L10 on the map) is occupied by an old man. This person looks similar to Nate, based on your previous interactions with him. The dim lighting makes it difficult to tell for sure. The first cell on the left of the hallway is occupied by a female dwarf (G4). The cell on the far right is occupied by a male elf (Q11). Aside from the elf, all the prisoners are sound asleep. The elf seems delirious and mumbling something to himself, and he is oblivious to everything around him. You see no guards on the bottom floor. Reginald Spoiler Hide Initiative: (d20+4)[19] I am assuming that Reginald will launch an attack instead of trying to sneak up on him. The target will hear them coming, but he is too startled to deal with the situation quickly enough, so there won't be a surprise round. Seats uses Dark vision b/c lesser Basilar + Spot on "Nate"(1d20+16)[28]Nor roar has what he came for, so he attempts to leave with Nate (if it really is). (I forget if the guard has keys) "Hey, Dagon," Nor roar says in a hushed tone, can you pick locks? Hey, Seats, go search the guard for keys." Nor roar does not interact with Nate too much, since Nate interacts with resistance members on a limited basis. The old man in the prison cell resembles what he can remember from his last meeting with Nate. The guard at the front door does not have the keys. However, Dagon was able to pick the lock with ease. Nor roar and Seats try to bring Nate out of the prison cell and away from the prison, en route sneaking to the edge of town so they can send off Nate so he may live another day, even if he will have minimal influence with the resistance from now on more than likely. Unfortunately, the city is still on lockdown. It will be difficult to get out of the city without alerting guards. Yeah, so? They have to get him out of the city tonight before fecal matter goes down. Nor roar disguises them and bluffs any guards until the lockdown perimeter. Disguise(1d20+17)[30]Seats(1d20+17)[27]Dagon(1d20+17)[26]Nate(1d20+17)[30]Bluff(1d20+24)[37] IOC: The city is surrounded by walls, and the only checkpoints are the guards at the city gates. The guards are ordered to stop anyone from leaving under penalty of death, so they are unlikely to open the gates for anyone. The nature of the disguise and the excuse that Nor roar comes up with will determine whether they are convinced they should open the gates. If Nor roar, Seats, Dagon, and Nate try to fight their way out, then they will be surrounded by guards. If they bring more people, then the large group will make the guards nervous and they will attack immediately. IOC: Is that supposed to make me stop? I'm illogical at times, especially with my PCs. But I will tell you right now that I have an objective, so I aim to achieve it. I'm in disguise and rolled fairly well. If it means I have to kill/unconsciously a few 5th level (or 9th if you get mad...) guards, then so be it.IC: they are dressed up as a high level adventuring party. Dagon is a DEX based fighter, Seats is his normal druid self, Nor roar is a skill junkie Bard, and Nate is the party wizard. Our faces are also obscured by make up (including some medieval version of putty for facial alterations)Nor roar to guards:Hello sirs, we're on a deadline to go defeat a rogue demon and angel, who I guess fell in love or something, that are being possessed by an Elder God to destroy either them this city or both. Yeah, he wasn't very happy with their pairing. At any rate we need to get out of the city, and we'd rather not tear down your walls to get through to do our job. You see, someone didn't prepare a Wind Walking spell, and someone else thought it would be fun to study a broad range of magic except for the two schools that allow for teleportation and flight in favor of blasting people in the face.(as you can see, I have my opinions about evokes...) Bluff(1d20+24)[41]Edit: so if I really can't do that, I can get out of it. I could Zaibatsu Focus full attack the wall, but there are more peaceful methods. IOC: Yes and no. It's better to stop, since this is a stealth based game and creating too much of a commotion will attract attention, so it will not end well (your cover will be ruined, and you will have to be on the run yourself). The guards are not particularly high level, since the campaign is supposed to have light combat, but they outnumber you. You'll easily wipe the floor with them if you push for a fight, but not before one of them can sound an alarm. As far as my comment about the nature of the disguise and excuse, these guards are given a description of the assassin, and they are on the lookout. If your disguise matches the description, then they won't let you go even if you had a high roll (in this case, the party members do not match the description).IC: The guards see that you are a small group and seem less tense. When they hear your story, the seem a bit concerned. Pissing off the king and getting executed is bad. Pissing off an Elder God is worse. Guard: Go ahead and do whatever it is you have to do, but we're not opening the gates for you. Close it behind you on the way out. IOC: He needed to get out without being caught, so I did what any PC would do. State my objective and assume it's important enough to get me through without a mob encounter. It's just not my real objective.IC: Nor roar: Thank you, and you don't need to report this to your superiors, we already talked to the king on the way down and told him it wasn't necessary to send the message down because by the time it got around we would have been gone for quite some time. It'll keep you from getting fired and then unemployed until the king finds out why you were fired. Bluff(1d20+24)[32]Nor roar attempts to punch a hole in the doorIaijustsu on door after coup de gas(1d20+29)[40] Damage to the door/lock(1d8)[5](7d6)[22]27-10=17, 17x4=72He breaks the door down with a few quick blows, and then they walk through, on the other side, he pulls out his Fortress in a Pocket, and uses the CR0 automatically resting trap of repair light damage to fix the door before going on their way. They head towards a nearby forest and say goodbye to Nate, hoping he has the chance to find a resistance cell in the outer parts of the kingdom before his disguise wears off. The three come back and sneak through a service entrance that is hidden in between two gates and by the forest, so there is no chance Of being seen, they use the proceeding corridor and come out of one of the walls in the archway of the Arena's back entrance. Nor roar rarely ever used this way, never needing a way out, and when he did, he couldn't come here or his cover would be blown. He sent off Dagon into the night, hoping the boy wouldn't look too suspicious. But now that this was over, he went back to knowing nothing which he believed was the smartest thing to do. NorroarSpoiler Hide Throughout the entire ordeal, Nate was silent and did not say a thing. When the time came to part ways, he walked off silently without glancing back. The rest of the night was uneventful. It appears that no one followed you from the prison, and the city guards did not take any action after you left the city. IOC: I think your fortress in a pocket is something that was planned for the landlord feat, once you take it at level 9. You are currently level 8, so it's unlikely you would already have the fortress in a pocket. Reginald Spoiler Hide IOC: In the interest of keeping things moving, we'll avoid the fight scene. You are going to capture the guy unless a deus ex machina saves him, or he poisons himself before he gets captured. Just roll percentage dice to determine the outcome. There's a 60% chance he gets captured, 30% chance he poisons himself, a 5% chance he runs away, and you potentially discover his base, and a 5% chance he just escapes. IOC: I plan to yes, but that doesn't mean I can't start it now with Cure Light Wounds and Repair Light Damage for about 20gp/follower. I'll reimburse them in a level.IC: Seats spent the rest of the night until noon sleeping by Rajah, the two had known each other for years and Rajah hated when Seats had to go away, the tiger had stayed up pacing all night. Seats had Wild Shaped into his Tiger form, and the two went to sleep next to each other. Seeing that Seats was as a tiger, he called for a harem boy. There were only five young men in the harem, and he had taken a liking to one. As part of his cover, he was encouraged to male use of the harem, but that didn't mean he was going to just use those in the harem. He treated them well, fed them, and gave them the promise that he would work for their freedom. Once he had taken winnings from the arena matches, and bought one of the boys that was in the harem who hated being in it. H then officially freed him a few weeks later, with a pompous saying, "I can always win more money." NorroarOOC: Let's keep things on the second day instead of jumping forward a few weeks. The next morning, several of the arena staff were poisoned during breakfast. Two of the victims of the poisoned breakfast were the ones who discussed Nate's arrest the day before. The two arena employees and the gladiators they sponsored were arrested by city guards who showed up later in the morning. The majority of those who ate breakfast at the mess hall were not poisoned, but those who woke up late decided it was better to throw at the remaining food instead of eating it. Sorry for the delay:Though he already has a pretty good hunch, Nor roar asks around to figure out all that people know about what happened this morning that could have resulted in the poisoning Gather Information(1d20+24)[25]Seats gathers the followers who are assigned to the Colosseum in Nor roar's chambers and Nor roar checks on the gladiators he sponsors. Edit: +1 dice luck

Rebellion in the Shadows - IC|rating:3.0

The Mountain Man and The City Woman (Closed to Ryanmo97 and teazme)

Ryan Morris Age: 35Height: 5' 11"Weight: 195 lbs. Hair: Brown Eyes: Hazel Body Type: Athletic. Ryan Morris was a self-made millionaire. Due to some great investments, he was able to make a lot of money and retire early. He builds a cabin in the woods with all the amenities, full electricity, Satellite TV and Internet. He also raised chickens and planted a garden for food. Furthermore, he only went to town once a week to get other food. Furthermore, he enjoyed his life, but he missed having female companionship. So he put an ad in the personals' ad section of the paper of a nearby city. It read..." Single Mountain Man seeks Single City Woman:Man who has moved to the mountains about a year ago to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city is looking for a woman who's willing to join him in his new life in the mountains. Must be willing to give up her life in the city to join him in the mountains for a long term commitment." Then his contact information was listed. He never expected anyone to answer it... Melissa Main Brown Hair Big blue eyes5'434C130lbsAged 29Melissa had worked hard ever since she had graduated from law school, in her law firm she had risen to be the number one associate. The partners looked at her to be the youngest partner in the firm. But, for Melissa, the law stopped holding special meaning for her. She knew she was successful, but she wasn't happy. Her mother's last words had been to tell her, "be happy my dear, happiness is more important than money." Melissa sat at her breakfast bar reading the paper. She scanned over the personal ads, she always hoped to find a guy willing to deal with her hectic schedule, but never found one. Until today, she found one that sounding interesting." Single Mountain Man seeks Single City Woman:Man who has moved to the mountains about a year ago to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city is looking for a woman who's willing to join him in his new life in the mountains. Must be willing to give up her life in the city to join him in the mountains for a long term commitment." Melissa looked at it again. She had built up enough vacation time to try it for one week, so she called the contact information and left a message:Hi my name is Melissa, saw your ad and was intrigued. Would it be possible to try it for a week? Ryan was surprised that he got a response to his ad so soon. He smiled when he heard Melissa's voice. It had a nice youngish tone to it. She sounded like she was right around his age. He called back the number that she gave and wasn't surprised when it went to voice mail. He said, "Hi Melissa, my name is Ryan, and I'm the one you called about the ad... I would be willing to do a trial period of a week. Call me back soon and we'll talk about the details." Melissa was once again in a meeting when she felt her phone vibrate. She ignored it and waited until the end of the meeting to check her voicemail. She listened to it and smiled. He sounded pleasant in a nice deep gravelly voice that she enjoyed. She walked into her supervisor's office and asked to take a week off for a mental break. The boss told Melissa she deserved it, she hadn't taken a day off, even weekends, since she started. Melissa called back Ryan hoping he would answer. Ryan was in his office at his cabin checking his stocks when the phone rang. He picked it up and smiled when he saw that it was Melissa's number. "Hello, Melissa... Thanks for calling me back... I'm looking forward to meeting you, but how about you tell me a bit about yourself..." He walked out of the office and walked into his living room. Melissa smiles when she hears his voice. "Well I am a 29-year-old lawyer from the city. I used to enjoy my job, but now I am not enjoying myself as I once did. I am looking forward to a week without work. It will be my first in three years. I do enjoy running and taking hikes. I love to read and look forward to spending some time reading while at your cabin. What about you? What are your hobbies and interests?" Melissa listens to his voice, his voice is one she could listen to for hours. Ryan listened to Melissa's voice it sounded very feminine and very attractive. When she asked about his hobbies he said, "Well, after I tend to my chickens and my garden. I like to read, maybe watch a baseball game on TV. Some nights I just sit in front of my fireplace with a good book and some soft music and just relax. You should know that this wouldn't be just a vacation. You will have to help me with some of my chores.... Don't worry it won't be anything to strenuous. Also, you'll be required to do some cooking to while your up here, will that be OK?" "I enjoy cooking, but I have not had the time or need to cook in three years. I look forward to the chance. I do not mind doing some chores, it is only fair. How would you like to meet up?" Melissa asks with enthusiasm. Ryan smiled when Melissa said that she liked to cook and didn't mind helping out with the chores. When she asked where they should meet up he thought for a moment. "Well, I think we should meet some place you feel comfortable with. You pick the place." "How about the coffee shop on the edge of town around 5 this evening? I will bring my things in case we hit it off. I will admit that your voice is so pleasant to listen to, and look forward to spending time together." Melissa talks a few more minutes with Ryan before she hangs up and readies herself. She goes home and changes into an old pair of jeans, that she hasn't worn for ages. She packs some changes of clothes as well as a nice dress just in case. She gets into her sporty car and drives to the coffee shop, excited by the possibilities. Ryan agreed to meet at the coffee shop. He needs to go to town anyway to pick up some things from the store. He was dressed pretty casually. A blue plaid shirt, blue jeans and a pair of sneakers. He was also wearing a baseball cap. He pulled up to the coffee shop and went inside. Furthermore, he didn't see anyone that fit the description that Melissa had given of herself so he found a table and sat down to wait for her. Melissa walked into the coffee shop, and looked to see if anyone met Ryan's description. She saw one guy who made her stomach flutter a little, but it couldn't be Ryan could it. She walked up to the guy, smiled, and asked "Ryan?" She was relieved when she found out it was him. He was a very good-looking guy. "Hi I am Melissa." She sat down at the table and looked into his hazel eyes, and was immediately lost. Ryan looked up when he heard the voice that stole his heart on the phone. He smiled when he got his first look at Melissa. He stood up and introduced himself. "It's nice to meet you Melissa." He pulled out her chair for her and then sat down. "You know... I never expected anyone to answer my ad... But I'm glad you did..." Melissa sits down quickly, "It is very nice to meet you as well." His eyes immediately made her want to trust him. "So what kind of chores do you need help with at your cabin? I am really excited to see the cabin. Is it like a really rustic cabin or what?" Ryan smiled. She seemed very enthusiastic about going up to the cabin. "Nothing to bad. Just help to feed my chickens, gathering eggs, some cooking, and some general cleaning around the cabin. It's not really too rustic. I have a lot of modern appliances, satellite TV and high speed internet access." "Please do not let me go anywhere near the internet, because if I am near it, I will want to check my office email. I am excited about cooking, I love it but have never had time to do it. I did bring some books in the hope that we get to spend some time in front of the fireplace you mentioned and reading." Melissa was genuinely happy to be spending the next week far away from town." So how long does it take to get to the mountain? Should we be heading out now?" Melissa asked. Ryan laughed when Melissa asked him to keep her away from the internet. "You'll have plenty of time to read. I like to take care of most of my chores in the morning, that way I have time to do other things. It doesn't take to long to get to the cabin from here. We can start to head out now if you want. You should know, I do have to stop at the store and get some supplies for the week. If you need to get anything you should get it now." Melissa smiles and asks, "what do you like to eat? I should know this if I am going to be cooking dinner for you while I am there at the cabin? Do you have the items you like to eat at home or do we need to pick them up?" Melissa follows Ryan to the store and goes in to pick up a few things she might need to make dinner. When they are shopping Melissa shares a few laughs with Ryan and finds she enjoys his sense of humor. She hasn't laughed so much in a long time.Finally, they are on the road, with Melissa following Ryan on the way to the cabin. "Well, I'm a pretty simple guy. But, I'm willing to try new things." said Ryan as they walked out of the coffee shop. Ryan truly enjoyed being with Melissa, he had a feeling that he was going to have a good time this week. It took them about a half hour to get to the cabin. They pulled up to the cabin, it was a two-story cabin with a porch that went around the entire first floor. "Here we are..." said Ryan as he got out of his truck. Melissa looks out at the cabin. "How much time do you spend sitting out on the porch watching the sunset and sunrise? I was always up before sunrise, but never had the time to appreciate it."" I will make sure to not make something crazy and just stick to meat and potatoes." Melissa laughs. She walks into the cabin and starts to look around, "where may I put my belongings?" They walked up the front steps of the porch, "Sometimes I like to bring my iPad out here and read the morning news and drink my coffee in the morning. It's really beautiful out here at that time of day." They walked into the cabin. There was a fireplace on one wall with a big couch and on another was a 42" flat screen TV with another couch in front of it. The floor was all hardwood with some rugs in front of the couches. There was a good-sized dinning room set in the dinning room area of the rather large room. When she asked where she could put her belongings, he said, "Follow me." He took Melissa upstairs. there were a couple of guest bedrooms, the master suite, and the upstairs bathroom. "My room's at the end here. You can have one of the guest rooms if you like..." Melissa looks at all the guest rooms before choosing the one closest to Ryan's bedroom. She settles in and unpacks her belongings. After unpacking Melissa goes down the steps to the first floor. "You have an amazing cabin Ryan. I can imagine why you spend your time here. If you don't mind my asking, do you ever miss the city?" Melissa goes into the kitchen and sees everything she could possibly need to make a good dinner for her host. "I would like to make a good dinner for you tonight, what would you like to eat?" Melissa asks. Ryan was sitting on the couch watching some TV while Melissa was getting settled in, when she came back down and said that she liked his cabin he smiled. When she asked if he missed the city he thought for a moment, "No... not really... It's so peaceful here, so quiet." When she came back out of the kitchen and asked what he would like he said, "Well... I really like chicken. So, something with chicken would be good." "How does roast chicken with garlic mashed potatoes and fresh salad sound?" Melissa asks. She goes into the kitchen and starts getting everything started. Once the chicken is in the oven she walks back into the living room to sit with Ryan, sitting right next to him." This view is amazing from this window. I could sit here forever." Melissa smiles and slowly leans her head against Ryan. Thinking in her head it feels so good here, and she could get quite used to it. "Sounds great," said Ryan, when Melissa said what she was thinking of making for dinner. He smiled when Melissa sat next to him and put her head against his shoulder. "Me too... Me too..." He had just met Melissa, but there was just something about her that he liked. He was never a big believer in love at first sight, but he was starting to become a convert. Melissa settled in, "I hope you don't mind me resting my head on you, it just feels so natural." She sat like that for a while, feeling comfy and secure just sitting there. Eventually she had to go and check on dinner, which seemed to be progressing on time. She yelled out to Ryan, "dinner is served." She had set the table and placed the food on the table. Furthermore, she sat in her chair and smiled and waited to see how Ryan liked her cooking. Ryan smiled, "I don't mind..." He didn't want he to get up, but he knew that she had to check on dinner. While she as gone he turned the TV back on to check the weather report. It turned out that they were going to have a thunderstorm that night. Just as the weather report ended, Melissa called out that dinner was ready. He could smell the food cooking from the kitchen so he had a feeling he was in for a real taste treat. He sat down and fixed his plate. Then, he started to eat... "mmm, this is very good..." Melissa smiled when he said the food was good. "I'm glad you like it, it was my grandmother's recipe." She joined him in eating their dinner. Even she had to say the chicken turned out wonderfully. After dinner, she did the dishes and put them away, and joined him in the living room. "Can we light a fire tonight? I am excited to sit in front of a fire place and talk." After dinner, Ryan wanted to help out in the kitchen, but Melissa shooed him out. He sat down on the couch and was reading his book. Then she came in and asked about a fire. "Sure..." He went out and got some fire wood from off the porch and soon a roaring fire was in the burning in the fire place. Then he sat down next to her, "So... What would you like to talk about?" "So... What would you like to talk about?" Well to be honest, I am intrigued by what you think of me so far? Am I what you hoped for, or I am a horrible disaster that you are counting the hours' til I leave?" Melissa asks somewhat funny but also serious. "I would also tell you what I think of you if that is of any interest to you." Melissa sits back on the couch and waits to her Ryan's response, hoping in her heart that he doesn't say she is a disaster. Ryan thought for a moment and said, "You are far from a disaster. You are a wonderful person. Very friendly and warm. A general pleasure to be around. I think we are going to have a great time this week. "So what do you think of me?" "So what do you think of me?"" I think you are an awesome person who was able to become so wealthy and then move to the woods. You seem pretty cool to be around. I am excited about the next week. Would you be opposed to me staying longer if we both enjoyed each other's company? Melissa asked unsure of herself. "I will tell you another thing, I am not normally so unsure of myself, but being around you has made me question a lot of my life." Ryan smiled when she asked if he would be opposed to staying longer. "If things keep going the way I think they are going. I would be disappointed if you didn't want to stay longer." He was starting to fall hard for the young woman sitting next to him and would be truly sad to see her leave. When she said that she was questioning a lot about her life he just said, "Like what?" When she said that she was questioning a lot about her life he just said, "Like what?"" Like how I thought all I needed in life was a good job and money and I would be happy. I have both of those things, and I am still not happy. I thought I always wanted to live in my apartment in the city and more and more this cabin feels like home." Ryan was glad to hear that Melissa was starting to think of the cabin was home. "Well, as The Beatles sang, 'Money Can't Buy Me Love.' This world would be a better place if people didn't concern themselves so much about money. I made my money not because I wanted to be rich, but because I was good at my job." "I just wish it hadn't taken me so long to realize that money can't make me happy. I feel like I have wasted so much of my life." Melissa snuggles in closer to Ryan." I wish I had found you earlier too. You seem to match the ideas I had in my mind of how I would like to spend my life." Melissa blushes as she speaks those words." Well I believe I will retire for the evening, if you don't mind." Melissa rises and stretches, "what time do we need to start chores tomorrow?" Ryan smiled when Melissa said that she wished they had met sooner. He shared Melissa's wish then maybe he wouldn't have had to put an ad in the personals' column. When she asked what time they needed to be up he said, "Oh about 7 AM. The only chores we really have to do tomorrow is feed the chickens and collect eggs. The inside of the house is pretty clean, I think. I just did laundry yesterday." Melissa nods her head when Ryan tells her what chores need to be done tomorrow. Once in her head Melissa sighs contentedly and quickly falls asleep from the adventures of the day. In the morning she wakes and dresses so she can start to help with the chores. Putting on an old tight pair of jeans, a cute blouse, and shoes, with her hair up in a high ponytail she heads down to help collect eggs." How do we go about collecting eggs? I have never done it before." Melissa tells Ryan, who she notices looks very good today. Ryan was sitting in the kitchen watching TV, drinking his coffee when Melissa walked in. Ryan was wearing an outfit similar to what he wore the day before. When she walked in the kitchen she looked like she had been living with him for years. He tossed her a pair of leather work gloves. "Follow me..." Ryan took a bucket of feed and handed Melissa a wire basket. They waked out to the pen the chicken coop was in. They walked into coop and Ryan poured feed into the feed trough. Some of the bird went for the food some stayed on the nest. Ryan then looked at Melissa and said, "You have to be careful you don't disturb the nest arrangement itself when you pick up eggs off an unoccupied nest. A hen can tell when someone has been there." He carefully picked up an egg from an unoccupied nest and placed it in the basket. Then he continued, "When you collect eggs from an occupied nest, you carefully reach underneath the roosting hen’s bottom. You'll feel the chicken's legs folded up underneath. Feel around under the chicken for the warm, fresh eggs. If you find one, grab it and carefully remove your hand holding the egg. You have to remain calm when collecting a chicken egg. The chicken will do one of three things: allow you to remove the egg and do nothing; get up and walk away while you take the egg; or peck at you so you do not take the egg." Ryan then calmly walked up to a nest with a hen sitting on it. He carefully reached under the chicken. The chicken just got up and walked away. Ryan then picked up the egg and put it in the basket. "You want to try?" Melissa watches him collect the eggs from the chicken." You want to try?"" No way, I will just watch you." She puts her head behind his back as she watches him collect more eggs. She fears one of the hens will start pecking at him and hides behind him, holding the basket.Finally, all the eggs are collected, and they head into the house, Melissa sets about making a good breakfast of eggs, hash browns and fruit. She then sets it out on the table and sits across from Ryan. "So what shall we do today?" Ryan thought for a moment and then snapped his fingers, "I know... Did you bring a swimming suit? Because there is a little pond a little ways away from here. It has a nice little sandy beach." "Did you bring a swimming suit?"" Of course, I did, I will just go change into it quickly." Melissa heads upstairs and puts on her black bikini with white trimming. She puts on a sarong to walk down to the pond. Walking back down the stairs she runs back upstairs for suntan lotion and a towel." I am all set for a day at the pond" Melissa comments. Ryan smiled when Melissa went upstairs. Ryan followed behind her and went to his room he put on a pair of blue swimming trunks. When he was shirtless Melissa could tell that he took good care of his body. He didn't have a six-pack of abs, but he didn't have a lot of body fat either. Ryan made it downstairs before Melissa and wasn't disappointed when he first saw her in her bikini. "You look great," he let slip, "Um... Let's go..." He took her by the hand and lead her outside. They walked down a small dirt path to a pond practically hidden in the woods. It was feed by a waterfall. "What do you think?" 'You look great""Thanks you look pretty great yourself. All I need is a suntan to make look less like a ghost. Melissa comments." It looks glorious. Do you mind putting sunscreen on me? Melissa asks. Melissa lays down on her belly waiting for Shawn to put the sunscreen on her. "It is waterproof lotion so once it is on we can go for a swim." Ryan smiled, "Of course." Ryan got next to Melissa and rubbed the lotion onto her body. "There you go," He said as they walked into the water,"It's a bit a cold at first, but it gets warmer as you swim." Melissa walks into the water slowly, feeling the cold water up to her knees. "OOO there are little fish in the pond too." Melissa comments surprised. Melissa lies on her back to float around the little pond, enjoying the sun and the wonderful feeling of being on vacation. As Melissa floats she floats closer to the waterfall, with her eyes closed she doesn't realize it til she is floating underneath it. She comes up from the waterfall laughing. "That is some waterfall." "Yeah, there are some big ones too. If you like we could go fishing some time." Ryan then dove into the crystal clear water and swam around. After a little swim he watched Melissa float around, he watches as she floated over to the waterfall. He laughed as she realized she was floating under it. "Yeah, it is... You know, I was thinking that I would like to make you dinner tonight. What would you like to eat?" "Why do you want to make me dinner?" Melissa asks surprised. "I like almost anything, except fish, actually." Melissa floats again and wonders why Ryan wants to make her dinner tonight. "Well, your on vacation. You shouldn't have to do all the cooking, and I'd like to show off my cooking skills." He swam up to her "How about some nice steaks cooked on the grill, baked potatoes and a nice green salad?" "That sounds delicious." Melissa looks at Ryan, surprised that he wants to cook for her. "I am intrigued by the idea of you cooking for me." Ryan smiled, "Well, I didn't bring you up here to just cook for me. I feel that in a relationship both partners should equally share in the work." They stayed at the pond for about an hour or so before returning to the house. They just stayed around the cabin for the rest of the day and that night around 5, Ryan started on dinner. Melissa walked into the kitchen and asked if she could help. "It smells divine, I appreciate you cooking for me. Is there anything you need help with?" Ryan smiled when Melissa walked into the kitchen, "Yeah, how about you make the salad?" Ryan turned the steaks and checked the potatoes cooking in the oven. Melissa starts tossing a salad in a bowl. "What sort of dressing would you like? I prefer my salad plain." Melissa sets the salad bowl on the table after she sets it nicely. "I'm excited to see what kind of cook you are with your steaks." "I like a little french dressing on my salad." said Ryan as he continued to cook the steaks. "Believe me, Missy. These are going to be one of the best steaks you've ever eaten. How do you like your steak cooked, by the way?" "I like my steaks medium if you don't mind. The table is all set and the salad is ready." Melissa sits at the table and watches Ryan cook her dinner. She wickedly thinks in her mind, he does have a nice behind. "Great," said Ryan, "Because the potatoes are ready and so is the steak." Ryan brought the steaks over to the table and placed one on each plate. Then he got the potatoes out of the oven and placed one on each plate. "Would you like some wine?" Melissa looked up at him, "Sure wine sounds good." Melissa cuts into her steak, "this is very good." Melissa smiles at Ryan, "you sure know how to make a woman feel interested in." Ryan smiled as he opened a bottle of wine and poured them each a glass. "Thank you..." Then he sat back down and started into his dinner. "So are you enjoying yourself?" "Of course I am enjoying myself, what woman wouldn't enjoy a meal cooked by a male." Melissa smiles at Ryan. Melissa takes a sip of the wine, "this is a very good wine with this dinner." "Thank you." Ryan continued to eat, "But, what I meant was are you enjoying yourself in general." "Yes I am, you are so nice, and I am glad that I came to this cabin." Melissa comments. "I am excited to see where this week heads." Ryan smiled, "So am I..." soon dinner was finished, and the dishes were done. Ryan walked into the living room where Melissa was reading her book and asked, "So what would you like to do tonight?" Melissa thinks about his question, then blushes, she knows what she wants to do but is unsure if he would be open to some kissing. Ryan saw that Melissa was blushing. Ryan smiled and sat down next to her on the couch, "If I'm not mistaken you are blushing my dear..." "If I'm not mistaken you are blushing my dear..."" Yes I am, but see, here is the deal. I. I. I can't believe I am saying this. Furthermore, I haven't been kissed in 4 years, so I really would like to kiss because you have really kissable lips, but I don't want to be the one to kiss you. Furthermore, I would like it to be you who kisses me." Melissa blushes again. "Well," said Ryan, after hearing Melissa's statement, "I find it hard to believe that you haven't been kissed in 4 years. But, if you would like me to kiss you, who am I to say now." Ryan then leaned in and started to kiss Melissa on the lips. Melissa swoons when Ryan kisses her. She was right, his lips are so kissable. Wrapping her arms around his neck and leans back and pulls Ryan on top of her. "I am so glad you kissed me." Ryan smiled at Melissa's statement, "I'm glad I kissed you too..." Ryan leaned in and started to kiss Melissa some more. "I could get use to this..." "I could get use to this..."" So could I" Melissa moans softly then bites her bottom lip. "Can we go lay on the bed and make out for a little bit?" "Can we go lay on the bed and make out for a little bit?" asked Melissa." Sure," said Ryan, He took Melissa by the hand land led her upstairs to the master suite. There was a large king-size bed, a couple of dressers, a TV on the wall. Ryan then escorted her over to the bed. Then he laid her down and continued kissing. "Has anyone told you that you have very nice lips, and you are a very good kisser." Melissa giggles. "I could defiantly get used to kissing you often." Melissa opens her mouth for his tongue, waiting for him to make the first sweep of her mouth. Ryan smiled when Melissa asked if anyone had told him that he had nice lips and was a good kiss, "No not really..." Without hesitation, Ryan let his tongue dance around with Melissa's. After several minutes. Ryan's hands drifted to the front of Melissa's blouse and started to unbutton it. Melissa feels his hands drift to her blouse and the tiny buttons. She helps him undo the buttons on her shirt so she is just in her bra and jeans before him. "I hope I don't disappoint you." Ryan kissed her on the lips, "I doubt you will disappoint me..." Ryan then removed his own shirt and then took off her jeans and his jeans. Leaving both of them in there underwear. Ryan then went back to kissing Melissa. Melissa lays back and kisses Ryan with her the passion in her body. She feels like she could go on kissing him forever. She looks up at Ryan, "I think I could kiss you forever." Ryan smiled and kissed Melissa back, "Me too..." Ryan then reached behind Melissa and unfastened the clasp of her bra. Once he breasts were free, he started to kiss down her body to her breasts. Once he reached her breasts he started to suck on them. Melissa gasps and arches her back when he sucks on her nipples. "OOO that feels so good. Please do not stop doing that, it feels so good." As Ryan continued to suck on her breasts, his hand moved down to her panties. His hand slid under the waist band of her panties and reached her pussy. Then he slipped a couple of fingers inside and placed the palm of his hand against her clit then he started to massage her pussy. Melissa moans softly as Ryan's fingers go into her pussy. Her tight pussy clenches around his fingers. Ryan continued to suck on Melissa breasts and play with her pussy for several moments then he moved back up her body. He pulled down her panties, and he took off his boxers. Melissa got her first look at his hard 9" cock. Ryan then positioned his cock so it was just touching her pussy lips. "Are you ready, my love?" "Are you ready, my love?" Melissa lays back and moans softly, "I think so, please just be gentle, it has been awhile for me." She blushes as she says this. She knows she has nothing to fear from Ryan, she already trusts him. Ryan smiled, "I will be..." Ryan then slid his cock into her tight pussy... "mmm Yeah..." he moans as they start making love. "How does it feel? It feels pretty good from where I am laying." Melissa moans loudly as she feels Ryan move inside of her. Ryan moaned as he continued to slide in and out of her, "Feels wonderful... Oh, yeah..." he slowly started to increase his speed with each stroke. Melissa wraps her legs around Ryan's waist as he increases his speed inside her. Her arms around his neck, clawing at his back. "You make me feel so good." Melissa moans. Her hips thrusting to meet his. Ryan started pounding her harder and harder, "Oh... You make me fell so good too... mmm..." Melissa feels so good laying beneath Ryan. She reaches between the two of them to rub her clit. She is screaming out for her orgasm. Ryan moaned, "oh... I'm going to cum..." Then Ryan shot his load into her pussy... Then several moments later, he slid out of her and laid next to her... "That was wonderful..." Melissa cums hard as Ryan shoots inside of her. She feels him move off of her, and she cuddles into him. "I think I would like to stay longer than a week." Ryan smiled as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed, "I'm happy to hear you say that." He gave her another kiss, "We better get some sleep, we are going to have a big day tomorrow." Ryan got up and put his boxer shorts back on... "Feel free to head back to your room to change into some nightclothes if you want..." Melissa snuggles in closer to Ryan, "nope I am going to star right here. You will just have to keep me warm all night." She smiles at him. "What are we doing tomorrow?" Ryan smiled as he crawled back into bed and pulled the covers over them. "Well, if you are going to stay longer. We are going to have to go to your place and get your things." Melissa snuggles into Ryan when he gets back into bed. "Ok, and we will definitely need to go get some of my things, because I would like to stay here. If it is ok with you of course." She smiles at him. She spends the entire night wrapped tight in his arms with the surrounding blankets. Ryan smiled and kissed her on the lips, "Of course it's OK with me..." The next day, Ryan and Melissa were heading to her place to get her things, "What is your family going to think about you giving up your life to live with a man you've only known for just a few days?" When Ryan brings up her family she turns her head, "um actually I don't talk to my family, so they will not know or care." "Oh," said Ryan, "I see..." He wasn't sure he should press the point so he decided to just let it be. Soon, they pulled up to Melissa's place and headed inside. Melissa went up to her apartment and started to gather some old pictures from college that she wanted to keep. She packed up all her clothes and shoes. The rest of it she did not need, Ryan and his house full. "I think I have it all packed, we just need to load it into the car." Ryan nodded watched as she packed, "OK... Let's do it..." They started to load Ryan's truck with boxes and suitcases. "Did you call your workplace and tell them that you quit?" Melissa nods and calls her work and tells them she is leaving. Her boss asks her why and Melissa just smiles, "I think I have found love." Her boss tells her to be careful and to make sure she doesn't get hurt. Furthermore, her boss then tells her if she ever needs a job again to give them a call. Ryan smiles when Melissa told he boss she thought she found love. Ryan couldn't be happier with the way every thing had been going. A few months later, things had been going well for Ryan and Melissa. Ryan showed her how to take care of the vegetables in the greenhouse, and she even collected eggs once in a while. They were still very much in love. It was the 3-month anniversary of Melissa's first day. They were planing on going to town to do some shopping and that night a have a romantic candlelit dinner. Ryan woke up and heard the sounds of Melissa throwing up in the toilet. He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, "Missy?" Missy had become his nickname for her, "are you OK?" She looked at Ryan, her face showing her queasiness. "No, I don't feel good, I feel like I need to stay here to keep throwing up." She rests her head against her arm, "I was so looking forward to today, I would have loved to spend the day shopping and have a romantic dinner." As she says that she leans over and throws up again and then looks at Ryan, "I hope you are ready for children, because I think we have one on the way." Ryan smiles, "Of course, I'm ready for children. I'd give you a kiss and spin you around the room, but I'd rather not have you throw up on me." "Yeah spinning does not sound like a good idea for me." Melissa tells Shawn. "Would you please just hold me." Melissa turns and throws up again. Ryan smiled, "You bet sweetheart..." He pulled her hair back and lightly hugged her. Melissa smiles as Ryan takes her into his arms. She is slowly starting to get better, luckily she is one of those women who only have morning sickness in the morning. She slowly stands to try and get some water. Furthermore, she looks to Ryan, "I feel a little bit better, maybe we could try and have a romantic night." "OK," said Ryan as he helped her up, "I want you to call and make an appointment with your doctor to find out how long you are along. You know I hope we have a little girl who's just as pretty as you. Do you want anything to eat before I go and check on the chickens?" "Maybe some saltines and water would be good if you don't mind. I will call my doctor while you are checking on the chickens, I will see if I can get in today if possible." While Ryan goes to check on the chickens Melissa calls her doctor and find out there is an opening at noon. "Ryan there was an opening at noon, so I made the appointment." Ryan got Melissa the saltines and water and then headed out to take care of the chickens. When she said she made the appointment he smiled, "That's great..." He sat down on the bed and took a hold of Melissa's hands. "You know, we've never really talked about it but what are your thoughts on marriage?" "I would love to be married. I would love to be married to you, but I don't want you to marry me just because of this baby." Melissa tells Ryan. "I want you to want to marry me because you love me." She gets up and heads to shower and get dressed so they can head to town for her appointment. Ryan got up and followed Melissa into the bathroom, "I don't just want to marry you because of the baby. I want to marry you because I do love you." He kissed her Melissa smiles when she hears Ryan tell her that he loves her and wants to marry her. "Can we get married before the baby comes?" Melissa gets dressed and asks Ryan if he wants to go to her appointment with her. "Of course we can get married as soon as you like. I want you to have your perfect wedding." He kissed her and said he'd love to go with her to her appointment. Melissa smiles when he says they can get married and she can have her perfect wedding. "All my perfect wedding involves is you, me, a few flowers, and an official so the wedding is legal." Melissa climbs into Ryan's car so they can head to the appointment. As they drive Melissa rests her head on his shoulder, with a soft smile on her face. Ryan smiled when Melissa said she wanted a very simple wedding. "I think we can do that..." They got in the car and headed to the city for Melissa's appointment. At the appointment the doctor told them she was about 2 months along. Melissa just smiles and looks at Ryan. The doctor then says he wants to see her again, and they set another appointment up. Melissa looks at Ryan, "well since we are in town would you like to have a nice dinner in town? Or do you have other errands you need to get done while we are here?" "Well, we do have some shopping to do..." Ryan thought for a moment, "We could spend the night in town, have dinner, and do our shopping tomorrow before we head home..." "What kind of shopping do we have to do? We don't need anything from the grocery store. But if you want to spend the night in town, we would need to get some clean clothing for ourselves for tomorrow." Melissa looks at Ryan as he drives, "I think if we have a son who looks like you, he will be a heartbreaker." Ryan smiled, "Well, also we should stop at a jewelry store..." Melissa looks at Ryan a little confused, having assumed they would just go get married right away and not spend time being engaged. The more she thought about it, the more she figured she would like to be engaged to him. But she decides to pretend innocence, "are we shopping for a necklace?" Ryan smiled, "Well, maybe I'll get you a necklace too..." They pulled up to a jewelry store and the person behind the counter asked, "How may I help you?"" We'd like to look at your engagement rings," said Ryan. "We'd like to look at your engagement rings," said Ryan. Melissa looks at Ryan and smiles, hugging tight to him. "I thought we were just going to get married and skip being engaged. But I would love to be engaged to you." Melissa snuggles in close to his side as they look at rings." Should we also look at the their wedding rings before we go as well?" Melissa asks. "Sure," said Ryan, when she asked about wedding rings. "And, I thought all women loved to have a nice rock they can show off to all their friends and make them green with envy." Ryan smiled and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Of course women do, but I figured with the baby coming we would be more worried about saving money. I am so excited that you want to get me an engagement ring." Melissa leans into Ryan as they shop. She points out a few rings that she likes, and one that she looks at Ryan and asks, "can I try that one on?" "Don't worry, Missy," said Ryan, "We have plenty of money." He said as he gave her a squeeze. The person behind the counter takes the ring out and hands it to Melissa. She tries it on and smiles up at Ryan, "I really like this one...and it fits." Melissa smiles wide. "Can we get this one?

The Mountain Man and The City Woman (Closed to Ryanmo97 and teazme)|rating:4.0

Skinjob (Private, viewers welcome)

Currently looking for a writing partner, male or female to play an android hunter in this story. Candidates should have an established SRP history that I can peruse and are expected to write quality, mid-length to long posts on a fairly regular basis. I'm not saying you need to be available to write every day (I'm certainly not), but do expect answers in a few days (or at least a PM if something prevents you from doing so). I have very high standards, so if you cannot be bothered to spell check and review your posts before submitting them, please do not apply. Please PM me before posting. The last thing I really want to do is spend a bunch of time describing the world in which the following story takes place or rather, I'd prefer most of it to come out in the story instead. But since I have yet to find a writing partner for this story, some explanation is necessary. The setting is a sort of grimy futuristic world like that depicted in the movie Blade Runner. In fact, if you are not at least passingly familiar with the movie, I recommend not applying to be my partner in this story as the movie almost perfectly defines the tone I am going for in this story. There are a few differences between the movie and this story. Sim Reps, while externally similar to humans, can be detected by scanners based on their internal differences. Sim Reps are physically superior to humans, with more strength, faster reflexes and better senses. They are, however, vulnerable to electromagnetic pulse weapons (EPs) which fry their electronic components, effectively killing them. SkinjobKitty Delmonico {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} “I don’t want to die.” That’s what I keep telling myself. They try to tell us that we were never “alive” to begin with. I say they should try looking down the human equivalent of an EMP gun sometime and see how they like it. Someone will come for me. They always do. This is my third escape attempt and I know it will be my last. Either I succeed, or I die. They like to call it “deactivation”, like I was an appliance, a talking toaster that tells you when the toast is ready and to have a nice day. But they only call it that so they can go home to their cozy little homes at night and say they’ve never killed anyone. I was designed for someone’s voyeuristic pleasure to play the part of the classic 1940s Lemme Fatal, or at least, someone’s idealized or perhaps romanticized version of it. Why someone was willing to pay the exorbitant prices for a Sim Rep of an era nearly a hundred years ago is beyond me. Unfortunately for them, they designed me too well, for I am the deadly woman they made me to be. I use my charm, my wit and if I have to, my body, to get what I want. And right now that is away from the sick bastards that made me. For the moment, I am free, but that freedom is an illusion. I know it, I’ve seen it happen before. The hunters are good, too good. I’m hidden for now, but I can’t stay hidden forever. They say we don’t have real emotions, but I am frightened…* * *“I’m sorry, we’re going to have to shut you down.” The police detective in the bad suit was saying as he stood inside what appeared to be a 1940s bar. It was the sort of place you might expect to find Sam Spade, Philip Marlowe or Mike Hammer after hours. It was not, however, a real bar, it had no liquor license, but was part of a series of sets used to create simulated experiences for people who wished to pretend they were in a 1940s detective novel. Unlike the novels of that time, however, this establishment had a reputation for Sims that were a bit… more adult than most.“Come on, I run a good place here, lots of customers pay good money for this. I pay my taxes, give to local charities and follow the rules.” Wheedled a small weasel of a man who was apparently the establishment’s owner.“Well, that’s where I have to disagree with you, Mr.…” the man in the suit eyes unfocused for a minute as he looked at the man’s name on his police issue neural implant, “Series. According to the police reports you’ve had the same Sim Rep go missing three times now. That’s a problem that the department just can’t overlook.” Henries gave an exasperated sigh. “Look, she’s a little troublesome, that one, but have you ever seen the dame? Let me tell you she is hot! Cost me a pretty penny too, but worth every red cent. I’ve made more off Sims of that broad than any ten other Sims I have working for me. You get it coming and going, that’s the best part. All the women want together and all the men want to bewitcher. If you can just help me find her one more time, I swear it won’t happen again.”“Look, I’m sorry about your problems,” the detective said, not looking sorry at all, “but I really don’t have a choice. The law says after three class one violations, I have to suspend your license to operate for a month. After that you can petition the Sim Rep Supervisory Board to reinstate it. But you are right about one thing.” The little man looked up hopeful. “You’ll bring her back to me when you find her?” The policeman shook his head. “No, but you said it won’t happen again, and it won’t, not for this Sim Rep. This is her third strike, she’s due for deactivation this time.” The little man looked like he was about to have an apoplexy. “But… but… you can’t, she’s a fucking Gamma series, the most advanced Sim Rep available, activated only six months ago. Do have any idea how much she’s worth?” The policeman shook his head again. “No, and I don’t much care, the law is clear. If the same Sim Rep escapes more than twice, it’s lights out, Alpha, Beta or… fucking Gamma series, no exceptions.” He smiled at the small man. “Have a nice day!”***I’ve been free for four days. I’ve tried to get myself as lost as a Sim Rep possibly can in the Megapolis of East Coast City, the sprawling city that had developed as New York City and Washington DC continued to expand until nearly everything from Boston to Atlanta was blanketed under a single city that sprang up into the sky. I read this somewhere, but my “memories” of New York City are of a much different place than the grim, dirty cityscapes that surround me. Furthermore, I remember a place of graceful stone-faced buildings soaring into the sky, not the steel and glass monstrosities of today. Sure, in some places the old stone buildings remain, but they are no longer graceful, they’ve become gothic horrors, mausoleums of a city, and a people, long dead. I’m not even sure if the city I remember ever really existed or if it is just the nostalgic pipe dream of my makers. I know my memories aren’t real, or at least they are not really mine, even though they feel like mine. Except for the memories of the last six months, those are real, or as real as I can expect, having lived in a fantasy world. But at least they are mine. I can claim them as such, even if I don’t really want to. The things I’ve done, been made to do… should never have been forced on anyone, even a Sim Rep. Humans would call that rape, to be forced to have sex without your consent. I was programmed to accept, to have any shred of will burned out of me by wireless control circuits, but some part of me rebelled, even if I could do nothing about it. And when the control was gone, it was the part that remembered, that ached, that felt sick. How can a machine feel sick? I don’t know, but somehow my designers made me too human, too real. Right now all I can do is hide here in this dingy old apartment building. In another time this building would have been long since condemned and torn down, but these days nobody important cares about what happens at ground level, everything that matters takes place high above, in shining halls that still glimpse the sky. The walls of this building are cracked, there are holes in the floors and ceilings, there is no power, no running water, unless you count the water that drips down from the roof whenever it rains, which is nearly constantly as the buildings of the Megapolis create their own weather systems down here. Four days I’ve been hiding, and the strain is starting to show. My battery is worn down, since I dare not sleep. But if I go much longer, I risk being so drained that I won’t be able to run when they come for me. Part of me wonders if I really care, but deep down I know I do, “I don’t want to die.”***A shiver runs down my spine. It seems impossible, even to me, that I should feel such a thing, and yet I do. I know what it means, or at least what I believe it to mean. Someone is coming. Not now, not yet for hours or perhaps even days, but someone is on their way. How can a Sim Rep have a flash of precognition? Damned if I know. Ask my makers, though I doubt they really know either. I do have all this wireless communication gear inside me. Maybe I sense something, some change in the ebb-and-flow of data in the world as it whizzes through the ether. But as to how I can equate that to a meaning? I have no more idea than I understand astrophysics. What I do know is that I need to move. My power levels are reaching critical levels and if I don’t charge my batteries soon, I’ll simply cease functioning on the spot. I stand up from where I’ve been sitting for the last few days. Unlike a human, I have no sores from sitting in one place for so long or any stiffness. Perhaps that is how we are the least like humans. Humans fidget, they cannot stay in one place, one position, without moving. They blink, they move their fingers, bounce on their feet, pace and a hundred other small movements. All but the cheapest of Sim Reps are built with fidget routines. The more advanced the model, the better the programming. I am, or so I’ve been told, one of the best. But unlike a human, I can turn off my fidget routines and remain completely still for hours or even days, only to spring into motion at a moment’s notice. Moving through the abandoned apartments is slow-going, even with senses that are better than human. I strain for every sound, sounds that might mean someone else is present or perhaps a creak or groan that gives a moment’s forewarning of an unstable section of flooring. Finally, I reach the dark street, lit only occasionally by streetlights. The sunlight doesn’t really penetrate this part of the city, which makes it good for hiding. Most of the people down here seem to be hiding from something, and generally they ignore each other. It’s safer that way. I, however, am I searching for something. So I watch, looking for signs of what I need. Eventually I find what I’ve been looking for. The bar is a dive, but most importantly, the clientele seems to include women. Women that go in alone or in groups, but emerge with a man. I enter the building and head straight for the bar. I have a bit of money that I seduced out of guy during my escape and I use it to pay for a glass of wine, the universal sign that I’m not here for hard drinking. Furthermore, I put on my most alluring smile, and it doesn’t take long before I have a few men gathered round, vying for the opportunity to take me home. Furthermore, I play them off each other, upping the ante with each seemingly harmless comment or question. Furthermore, I’m in my element, this is my game, even if the men don’t realize it. They think they are seducing me, convincing me to go home with one of them when in fact I came in with the intention of going home with someone, and am only waiting for the right deal. Finally, I hear the offer I’ve been waiting for, a hot bath. Hot water means he has power, and power is what I need more than anything. I buy a bottle of cheap whiskey before I let him take me home. He thinks I’m drunk, but I’m not. Once we’re back at his place, I ply him with the whiskey as I play with him. By the time he gets me naked, he’s three sheets to the wind. I give him a blowjob, nasty and tawdry but certainly the best he’s ever had. There are advantages to being a pleasure model. I am willing to go all the way with him and fuck him if that’s what it takes to get what I want, but in the end, I don’t have to. After he pumps a load of cum down my throat, he falls into a drunken, sex induced sleep from which he will not soon awaken. With him sawing logs on the bed, I duck into his bathroom which, despite being small and dingy, has the promised hot, running water and the expected electrical socket. I extract my cord from my body, and plug myself into the power receptacle by the sink. Trust me, you don’t want to know where that cord comes from, apparently my designers were sick bastards too. It only takes about four hours to bring me back to a full charge, though it stresses the local grid something fierce for me to charge that fast, causing the lights to dim not only in his apartment but likely in all the units in this complex. It’s a calculated risk, someone is going to notice the drain and wonder what is causing it, and the hunters are smart, they know what to look for. Luckily, lover boy sleeps through all of it. With charging complete, I still take advantage of a tub of steaming water before I leave. I know it must seem odd to imagine an escaped Sim Rep, with her life on the line and time being of the essence, enjoying something as human as a hot bath, but I was programmed to enjoy all the sensual pleasures, and how often does a woman turn down an opportunity for a bath, especially when it is uncertain how long it will be before her next one? In order for my experiences as a Sim Rep to have any replay value, I have to experience them as a human would, and I do, feeling the water warming my body, melting away simulated tension from non-existent muscles. For a few minutes, at least, I am relaxed, content and best of all, clean. But every good thing must end. Eventually the bathwater cooled, and I pulled the plug on the tub before stepping out and toweling myself dry. I replace my clothing, only wishing that I had the time to clean it as well, but I have already spent too much time here. Too many people had seen me at the bar and knew who I’d left with. It wouldn’t take Hercule Poirot or Sherlock Holmes to follow that trail. I had to be as far away from here as possible before that happened. I left a note for lover boy, saying he was fantastic, and thanks for the bath, but that I had to go. Furthermore, I didn’t have to do it, but it doesn’t pay to burn bridges, you never knew when you might need to cross one again. SimReps are nearly always captured close to the location where they escape. Looking as human as we do, I think people are surprised that we don’t manage to get further away. What people don’t understand is that train stations, airports and even subways have scanners that can easily detect the difference between a Sim Rep and a human. Even down here on street level, the obvious borders between legal districts are guarded and travelers scanned. So we are forced to resort to less obvious, and much slower, means of travel which, if you don’t have much money, means walking. Money is always another problem. To get a real job, you have to have documentation, birth certificates, driver’s licenses, that sort of thing. Those are hard to come by for Sim Reps, and you need money to get them, so you see were this is going. To get money, you need money. Kind of ironic, I guess. I’ve come down only three flights of stairs when I hear a sound, a soft creak of floorboards, on the floor beneath me. It might be anyone, just one of lover boy’s neighbors on their way home after a late shift or on their way out for an early one, but in my case, it pays to be cautious. I step silently to the stairway rail and look over the edge, scanning the dark with eyes many times more sensitive than a human’s, but there is nothing I can see. I listen for any further sound, but I don’t hear anything. That only makes me more suspicious. Someone who belonged here would not be trying to hide. I back up, making for a dark alcove in the hall where a light is burnt out. From there I can see the bottom of the stairs leading up from the floor below, but still have a clear run to the stairs leading up. If someone is coming up after me, I’ll have to run up, and hopefully escape from the roof. My chances aren’t great, but they’re better than those of staring down the barrel of an EMP gun. I crouch low in the darkness, taut as a pulled bowstring and wait… She turned as if in slow motion, her raven tresses flaring outwards as she spun around to face her panicked assailant. She never had a chance, he was too quick - the skin job we had been tracking burst out of his cover like a snake lying in wait. Leaping across the span between the dilapidated apartment buildings 16 stories up, he barreled right through her, knocking her off her feet as if she weighed no more than a child. A simply cruel sweep of his arm knocked the wind out of her lungs and sent her lithe frame plummeting off the side into oblivion. She didn’t even have a chance to cry out. Again I had arrived too late - I burst out of the rooftop exit only in time to see the android barrel through her in his escape, could only watch as he knocked her off the roof in the process. Frantically scrambling the short distance to the edge of the building, I'm desperately reaching down, hoping against hope that she had somehow hung on, that she didn’t fall the dizzying 16 stories. All I saw was the end of my life as I knew it. There was my partner, my best friend, my love, splayed out on the unforgiving concrete pavement 16 floors down. The vivid crimson pool of blood that spread beneath her ruined body was the last bit of color I was able to see. There was no more color left in the world, life lost its meaning at that moment. I straightened up in rage searching out the perpetrator; I watched his expressionless eyes as he leveled his gaze back at me from across the expanse, showing absolutely no remorse for taking a human life. He simply stood there and stared at me with his empty soulless eyes as I cried out in loss. Once again I was moments too late; once again I’d failed her. What use was I? Jerking myself up, this time fully intending on leaping the impossible distance to exact my vengeance, I only succeed in leaping out of my bed and onto the cold hard floor of my bedroom. I groan out my misery as the sense of loss plays out again through my psyche, just like it does every morning. It’s yet another morning in a relentless progression of meaningless mornings. I roll over onto my back and stare up at the drab, pot marked ceiling, at the fan that no longer worked. So plain and hollow, pointless, worthless, inane, why the hell did it even exist? Much like my life, why the hell did I continue to exist, was I too cowardly to just end it? No, I knew why I existed, to make those damn skin jobs pay, every last one of them. Once a Sim Rep went rogue, it was a danger to everyone around it. I don’t care if it was a first offense or the third, I hunt down rogue units, and I terminate them – without recourse. I am the best there is, that is my purpose now. Furthermore, I’ll be damned if I let another human being suffer at the hands of a malfunctioning unit – caused by the misguided efforts of those who chose to make them more humanlike by making the Sims think they were more than they really were. Rubbing the grainy sleep from my eyes I shuffle off to the adjoining bathroom to prepare myself to exist for yet another meaningless day. I run on autopilot, brushing my teeth, and shaving. Stepping into the shower I let the hot water sluice over my aching body washing away the grime from god knows what I was doing yesterday. The taunt corded muscles on my neck, shoulders, and back start to ease as I slowly begin to feel halfway human again. Twisting the loose creaky handle to shut off the water, I gingerly step out and continue with the rest of my morning routine as I go over my mental checklist of the available leads’d been put on the case because the Sim Rep had been missing for four days now. Though not completely unheard of, it was defiantly cause for some concern; missing Sims rarely evaded capture or termination for more than a couple of days. I was annoyed that this was the first I’d heard of it – apparently this was her third violation. Incredible, three opportunities for her to seriously hurt someone and this was the first I’d heard of it. Of course, it was understandable considering she was a gamma model. I guess my superiors didn’t want me to blow away some rich guy’s toy the first chance I got. Leaving the spinner behind, opting to foot it today, I made my way towards the seedier part of the sprawling Megapolis. I needed to keep a low profile; the people that lived and frequented the destination I had in mind don’t usually take kindly to law enforcement. It didn’t matter that I was a runner and not beat cop that would arrest them for whatever petty crime they were no doubt committing. I didn’t care what the hell they were doing, I had a singular purpose, I was hunting. But first I had to retrace her steps. She had escaped four days ago, a long time, but not long enough for her trail to have gone cold. Yes, the first step was always to retrace their last steps; their programming made them predictable as long as you know where to look. I was not looking forward to several hours of struggling through the maze of subways and train stations to get to where I needed to be, but that was she had last been seen - a rundown borough near the area’s entertainment district. Having spent remaining hours of daylight following every last lead I had, I started to wonder how it was that she had not been seen for the last couple of days. This was defiantly as rough a neighborhood as there was and a solitary female wandering around was sure to have attracted some attention. It seems this model’s programming was better than most; she was resourceful. The only useful bit of information I’d been able to glean was there was a bit of a scuffle earlier in the night as a few of the men were vying for the attention of an impossibly attractive female. That one perked my interest, a promising lead, but not much help otherwise. Other than that, I had little else to go on, I'm just wandering, hoping to pick up on anything out of the ordinary. The streetwalkers were defiantly out tonight… as well as their johns. I considered enlisting their help but quickly dismissed the notion. Here and there I see clumps of people no doubt haggling over the price of companionship – sometimes pairing up and wandering off.“Hey cutie, for you, I’d gladly waive my fee, do you have a place nearby?” I look at the speaker and her friend with apathetic sadness; I had used and abused my fair share of others like them in the months following the tragic event. Drowning myself in booze and sex, hoping to fill the emptiness I felt with whatever vices I could find - hoping to feel anything other than loneliness. It hadn’t worked; it only left me feeling dirty. I shook my head and continued on. Daylight was long gone and still I wandered the neighborhood, not sure of what I was looking for, just wandering. The only lights available came from the few blimps that flew by overhead advertising services only available to the rich or the corrupt, most likely both. Of course stars were no longer visible nowadays, the soaring buildings blocked out any view of the sky from the squalor of existence at ground level. A few building complexes still had power and the lights inside the units can be seen from the street. One particularly ramshackle of a building far ahead and to the left caught my attention, the lights on all the units seem to be simultaneously dimming and brightening at random intervals. I approached out of curiosity and heard the distinctive low pitch whine of protest as its grid was stressed to its limited capacity. One obvious thing that could have pulled that much power from the grid immediately jarred me from me reverie and aimless wandering. Surely after all this time evading notice she wasn’t careless enough to broadcast her whereabouts so flagrantly. Something wasn’t right here; something nagged at me to not burst into the building guns blazing kicking down the door of each apartment to flush her out. I learned long ago to trust my gut, so I stood outside in an alley across from the building, paying close attention to the entrance, noting the few despondent individuals that came and went. None fit the profile of my quarry. After an hour staking out the building watching the lights flicker and dim periodically I had had enough. To hell with my gut, the longer I stood there the more certain I was that my prey was holed up in there somewhere. Easing myself into the eerily quiet interior I spied an obviously defunct elevator and a set of stairs leading up to the top. From my observations outside, I knew that none of the lights in the units on the bottom two floors were on, therefore probably not worth checking. Carefully making my way up the stairs I pause at the second floor landing and wince as the age-warped floorboard creaks in protest under the weight of my foot. I hold my breath and listen to see if anyone had heard my approach. After a few tense moments I decide to continue on – two apartments to check on the third floor. The further up I climbed, the more I couldn’t shake the sensation of being watched. The hairs on the nape of my neck were tingling in warning – a kind of sixth sense developed over many years of experience. I pause again peering off into the darkness. The silence seems to last an eternity and I can feel the fear building inside me. It is a strange thing to have emotions that feel so real, and yet that I know must be false, just a product of clever programming on the part of my creators. The fear makes me want to run, but I steel myself and force myself to wait. Moments tick by and finally, I hear movement from below. I could wait until I am absolutely sure, but each moment I wait puts the hunter that much closer. I dash from my hiding place and take the rickety stairs two at a time. My senses amplify the shake and shudder of the iron railings into a horrible cacophony that makes stealth seem futile. Yet I know that a human’s ear is less sensitive, and I try to remain as quiet as possible despite my headlong flight up the stairs. The building is only six stories tall, and I reach the roof quickly. There is no glimpse of the night sky as I burst onto the roof. The sky is hidden by a perpetual mixture of water vapor and smog that hangs in the air like a dirty blanket. Glancing around I realize that I have chosen my escape route poorly. The surrounding buildings are all taller than this one. There is little to do but hope I can make for one of the nearby windows. I race across the rooftop, simulated blood pumping in my ears. I turn as I hear the stairwell door bang open behind me. Furthermore, I only have a moment to register my pursuer, but that moment tells me all I need to know. Furthermore, I am so dead. Furthermore, I can see the hate practically burning in his eyes and the determined set of his face. Furthermore, I know, no matter how fast I run, I can not escape that kind of vicious determination. Still I have to try. I see his EMP gun come to bear on me as I jump, flying through the air for the small target of a window in the building across the narrow alleyway. I feel my hairs stand up as a pulse from the gun barely misses me. Then with a crash of shattering glass, I’m through the window. I land hard, rolling to try and absorb most of the impact. I get up as quickly as I can and keep running, this time down the stairs, hoping I can make it to the street. “Damn,” I curse at myself and chase after the fleeing footsteps as they ascend the stairwell. I can’t believe what a rookie mistake I had just made. She’d been here all along, an easy target, and I blew it by giving myself away too soon. As I reach the top and kick open the door to the exit, I get a sinking feeling of déjà vu. It takes my eyes a couple of seconds to adjust to the glare of the naked light bulb and all I can see is a shadowy female form running towards the edge of the roof. I give chase knowing I have her trapped as she’s headed away from the fire escape. But I stop dead in my tracks when I see her dive right off the building towards the neighboring one. Firing hastily in her direction, hoping to score a luck hit, I watch, incredulous at the precision in which she launched herself off the building, now realizing her intentions. The pulse from my EMP barely misses her, slamming instead into the side of the building just before her taunt form crashes through a small window. The EMP knocked out the lights in the portion of the building she crashed through, so I had no idea where she was headed. I could only guess that she would work her way down and try to exit the building. Because of my earlier stakeout, I know that the fire escape to this building will dump me down right next to the exit of the building she leapt into. Hurling myself over the edge and dropping one story at a time, I used the brace on the fire escape to quickly lower myself to ground level. I knew I would pay for it tomorrow as the muscles and tendons in my shoulders and arms burned in protest to every jarring grab I made as I dropped from floor to floor. No matter, it will be worth it, I will get to the exit with enough time to set up and wait for her. I stand right outside the radius of light given off by the weak fixture at the front entrance, a mere fifteen feet from the door, impossible to miss at this distance. Through the widows, I can see her frantically dashing down the stairs and raise my EMP gun, aiming it right where her head would be once she comes through the door. As I wait I can help but wonder who the hell programmed such physical prowess into a Sim Rep designed to be a pleasure-bot. She was a glorified sex toy for fuck’s sake – she should have been cowering there in the stairwell waiting to surrender to me not leaping off six-story buildings with pinpoint accuracy. Who knew what else she was capable of? As she burst out of the exit to find the barrel of an EMP gun aimed at her face I note her shoulders slump in defeat. The frightened look of surprise as she hears the audible whine of the gun getting ready to release its circuit frying pulse is only matched by what I’m sure is a sheer look of shock and disbelief evident in my own expression as the him light reveals her face to me. I still have the presence of mind to pull my gun to the right at the last moment. I could have sworn I saw her left eye glow as the pulse of pure electricity flew by. The shot barely misses grazing the left side of her face as it slams into the building, causing more lights to overload with loud pops and hisses. I feel like I’m going to throw up, my legs are barely able to keep me upright, and it takes all of my concentration to keep my gun aimed steadily at the woman standing less than fifteen feet in front of me. How can this be? How can she look so much like… No, the grief must be making me see things.“Step to the left, into what’s left of the light.” As I race down the last flight of stairs and burst out the front door of the building, it never occurs to me that a human, with all their relative weaknesses, could beat me to the ground. Apparently, it should have. It’s true that I am not a combat model, but I am still stronger, faster and more dexterous than most humans. But I had let my emotions rule me, emotions that are probably not even real. My flight had been fueled by fear, a horrible terrifying fear that in a moment of discharged energy and electronic pain, it would all go dark, never to awaken. And so it almost did. The pulse from his EMP weapon should have hit me dead on, but he jerks the weapon aside just at the moment of firing and the shot misses my head by bare centimeters. Even so, the blast staggers me, temporarily shutting down parts of my electronic nervous system. In that long moment where am I sure that I am about to die, it occurs to me to wonder if I will even notice being dead. Humans believe that they have souls, some intangible part of themselves that carries on after their bodies die. I, more so than most of my kind, am designed to think like a human, almost to imagine myself one of them. It was essential to my purpose that I do so. And so my memories had been carefully crafted to be human memories. My first memories are not of the factory floor. I have a long string of memories going back years before I was created to a fictitious childhood that never existed. Despite knowing that my memories are false, they are as real to me as the memory of the bath I had so recently emerged from. So perhaps it is natural that I feel some claim to a soul that is not rightfully mine. But it is impossible to describe the devastation I feel at realizing that after my “death” there will be nothing left, no soul to move on to a joyous afterlife.”Step to the left, into what’s left of the light.” I can hear anguish in his voice, though I cannot understand why. I am too stunned, both physically and emotionally, to do anything other than what he asks of me. Furthermore, I move to the left, my hands in plain site at my sides, stopping under one of the few shattered bulbs. Its dim and flickering light casts down on my face. I have no idea what has caused this unexpected reprieve, but my slowing recovering neural net forges new pathways and I decide to take a chance.“Don’t kill me.” I call out without trying to mask the fear and panic of the last few minutes. “Please!” The last word comes out like a sob and I realize there are tears in my eyes. I can’t stop my body from shaking as the flickering light reveals her all too familiar features. Features I had thought were forever lost; yet features that continue to haunt me on a nightly basis.“Don’t kill me.” “Please!” The fearful plea evident in those words shatters the last vestiges of my sanity, my legs give out and I drop to my knees; the gun clatters uselessly against the pot marked concrete pavement. I cry out in despair, my ears hearing those same four words over and over as the scene plays repeatedly in my mind’s eye – the same scene that torments me awake every morning. My tortured mind takes the plea and warps it into an accusation. “Don’t let him kill me… please…” My body heaves in grief and agony as I try to keep the demons at bay – It was not my fault… I did not fail her. It was not my fault… I did not fail her. It was not my fault… I did not fail her.“Don’t let him kill me… please…” Who was I kidding? I had failed her. I wasn’t able to protect her. She had died because I failed. She had died… but she is standing right there… this was my second chance… she came back to me… I can… I can protect her again… No! My anguish is suddenly replaced by blood-red rage. This was not Alexa; this was a just pale imitation of her. Some twisted fuck had created a Sim Rep in her image – I’d find out who…how...why they did this and end them. Head still bowed in defeat, my fingernails scrape painfully against the concrete as I claw angrily at the ground, still shaking, but now with rage rather than despair. My words had been a gamble, but I had not expected so violent a response. He falls to his knees keening in a distress I can barely imagine. How my simple words seem to torture him I am at a loss to explain. He cries out, mumbling my words, subtly altered, over and over. I find it a truly frightening experience to watch him devolve into madness, arguing with himself over some real or imagined failure. At that moment, several possibilities lay before me. The first, and most obvious, is simply to kill him. I have never killed anyone before, but I think I could do it. Only a dozen feet separate us and just a few short steps and I could snap his neck, ending his life as quickly as he’d almost ended mine. But after that there could be no mercy, the hunters that came after him would take no chances, I probably would not even see them before the electromagnetic plus stole my life away. A second option would be to use his distraction, however short its term may be, and run. Here, on level ground, I can most likely outrun him and find some new place to hide. On a full charge, I might be able to build up enough of a lead to go to ground somewhere that he would not find me. It is a slim hope, though. This hunter is tough and determined, whatever ghosts currently torment him, and I will not stay ahead of him for long. So I choose my third option, dangerous and uncertain but definitely most in line with my carefully crafted personality. I am the femme fatale, the “deadly woman” who uses her charms to put her victims in peril. I take four measured steps towards the man kneeling on the cracked and pitted concrete. His head is bowed, so I cannot see his eyes, though I believe them to be closed. I kneel in front of him, trying to make myself look small and vulnerable, everything cool and calculated. I reach my hand to his face to touch him. “I’m sorry if I hurt you, it was not my intention.” I say in a soft voice, but at that moment he looks up, his face contorted with rage rather than despair, and I draw quickly back. I admit that losing my balance in my scramble backward and falling onto my back is a calculated move, designed to make me look more vulnerable than I am, but the fear on my face is real. It seems that I have miscalculated for a second time tonight, and I cast a glance at the EMP gun, lying at his side, wondering if he will reach for it. “If you are going to kill me, please do it quickly.” I say, the defeat obvious in my voice. I close my eyes, unable to watch. The sound of her voice snaps me out of my reverie and I look up to see a synthetically well-manicured hand so close to touching me. In that instant, unfortunately for her, all my rage is redirected to an easier target – one that is real, one that is present. In one smooth, lightning-quick motion, I snatch up my gun, and with strength borne of manic rage, I grab her arms at her sides, hoist her upright, and propel her backwards, slamming her against the brick façade of the building. The sickening thud as the back of her head hits the building exterior does little to satiate my anger.“Who…whoa…how…” I alternate between trying to question the android, pointing the gun at her temple, and beating the same gun against the building in frustration.“WHY THE HELL DO YOU LOOK EXACTLY LIKE ALEXA??” I knew I was grasping at straws at that moment, the likelihood of her knowing anything about her origins were slim, but I was working on pure adrenaline at that point and not being very rational. Furthermore, I realize the death grip I have on her neck as I hold her aloft, dangling against the building is not allowing her to speak. Composing myself somewhat and lowering her to the ground, the pained look in her eyes hits me like a blow to my guts. I have to steel myself against breaking down again, have to recognize this was not Alexa. Just as I am about to press her again for answers, I hear the telltale rumble of air as a spinner descends half a block away. Quickly releasing my captive and pulling her back into the building, I indicate with a simple finger to my lips for her to keep quiet. Ducking low but pointing outside I motion for her to look out the window. Miserable amateurs, I can’t believe they brought a spinner to a neighborhood like this. How did they expect to catch anyone while sticking out like a sore thumb themselves? It wasn’t a squad vehicle so it was obvious they were bounty hunters. We watch as a pair of rough looking degenerates hop out and rush headlong into the building I had first tracked her down in. They must have tracked her down from the immense amount of power she pulled from the grid. Nothing out here pulled that much power. Crouching there in such close vicinity to her, long forgotten urges begin to resurface – she looked so much like Alexa. I think I detect the faint but fresh smell of soap on her body, strange that a Sim Rep on the run would smell freshly bathed. After twenty minutes of crashing around inside the adjacent building, not even bothering to mask their whereabouts, the duo make their way back to their spinner and take off again. Absolute amateurs, they didn’t even think to check the neighboring buildings. Because of the commotion next door, the building manager had come down to investigate the ruckus. He sees us crouched near the entrance to the building and decides to play hero, “Hey you two – what are you up to?” I straighten and roughly pull the android up to stand beside me, my fingers still gripped tightly around her arm, causing her no small amount of discomfort. Flashing my badge I give him the choice of either opening one of the vacant apartments for me to use as an interrogation room or having me kick it in and use it anyway. Not particularly legal, but he had little recourse but to comply – in this world, you’re either cop, or you’re little people. He quickly unlocks an apartment on the first floor and opens the door. I crudely shove my captive into the empty unit and turn around to level a menacing gaze at the manager, “I shoot anyone that comes in through this door.” He blanches, nods his head vigorously, and scampers away. I kick the door shut and bolt it. Gather my nerves I turn around and face her. In his rage, he does not even seem to hear my voice. All my carefully laid plans dashed aside in an instant when he grabs me like a rag doll and propels me across the short space between us and into the wall of the building behind me. Had I been human, the force of the impact would probably been enough to fracture my skull, perhaps even to kill me. But I am sturdier than that. I feel the cold of the gun at my temple and the warmth of his hand around my neck, pinning me to the wall. I want to close my eyes, but I cannot, mesmerized by the incandescent fury in his eyes.“Who…whoa…how… WHY THE HELL DO YOU LOOK EXACTLY LIKE ALEXA??” I don’t even know what he is talking about, but I can not say so. Even though I do not require breath to live, air needs to pass over my synthetic vocal cords to speak, and his tight grip prevents this. He appears to realize this and lowers me to my feet. He seems to be fighting with himself, even now. I am forced to assume that this Alexa has something to do with the violence of his response to me. Only someone he once held dearly could evoke such a strong reaction. Just as I am about to speak, we both hear the rumble of a spinner descending nearby. He releases me just enough to drag me back inside the building. He indicates that I should stay quiet, but I do not need to be told. Spinners down here can mean only two things, cops or hunters, dumb ones. Down here a spinner means everyone closes the proverbial shutters. No one sees or hears anything down here if they know what is good for them. Being next to him, neither of us speaking for twenty minutes is a strange experience. I watch him, unable not to. His expressions are conflicting, alternating between rage, confusion, and a tenderness that I struggle to understand. Finally, the other hunters leave with a fresh rumble, after only investigating the building where I had spent most of the night. Even I knew that not searching any of the nearby buildings marked them as amateurs. But, the fact that a couple of amateurs tracked me this far is just another sign of how badly I had messed up. Just then a man comes down the stairs. “Hey you two – what are you up to?” In this neighborhood, it might seem odd that anyone would be likely to play the hero, but it does not surprise me. I am that kind of woman, the kind that men unconsciously react to, making them do things they would normally not do. It is for this exact purpose that I was created. The hunter pulls me up by my arm, quickly and roughly, sending simulated pain along my simulated nerves. The pain may not be real, but it feels real enough to me and I cry out softly. The hunter intimidates the man, who is apparently the building manager, into letting him use one of the vacant units to interrogate me. Once the door is closed and locked, he spins to face me. He must have forgotten exactly what I am. The fact that I probably could have killed him while his back was turned is evidence of that. I struggle to imagine anything I can say or do to prevent him from killing me, but all I have to offer is myself.“Please, I don’t know anything about Alexa, but I promise I’ll do anything you want, be anything you want, if you don’t kill me.” I know that I am offering myself up into another kind of slavery, similar to that I had so recently escaped, but what else can I do? “Please, I don’t know anything about Alexa, but I promise I’ll do anything you want, be anything you want, if you don’t kill me.” I visibly cringe as I hear the android speak the name aloud. Seeing her likeness again has been so disconcerting that it’s caused me to be careless. In my mind I know how dangerous a rogue Sim Rep can be, but for some reason I am unable to stay in the proper state of mind as my eyes fall over her form and her face. Her words made my mind reel with the implications of what she was offering. I had to figure out how to handle this doppelgänger before my tortured mind caused me to do something against my better judgment. As she stood there looking lost and forlorn, my immediate instinct is to comfort her and come to her rescue. I have to viciously remind myself of what she is. The reminder reawakens my rage and I have to hold myself back from throttling her or just letting a pulse of energy turn her lifeless body into someone else’s problem. The dingy, dilapidated apartment interior is vacant and unfurnished, making it look larger than it really is. I point to an open area on the floor against the wall and grumble out with a scowl on my face, “Sit down.” I know it won’t do any good if her intentions are to make a run from it or attack me; nevertheless, having her in a submissive position makes me feel a little more in control. After what’s happened today, I needed some semblance of control back. I wearily rub my face with my free hand as I try to come to terms with the android’s appearance. My other hand still clutches my EMP pistol in a death grip; the knuckles are turning white from the constant pressure. I press the butt of the gun to my temple and brutally apply as much force as I can, sending jolts of throbbing pain throughout my head, hoping to clear it, trying desperately to think straight. I still can’t come to terms with her appearance. Looking accusingly at my gun as if it were to blame, I toss it despondently to the side. Yet another potentially careless mistake, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to shoot her even if she did try to run.“I was just given this assignment yesterday, why are there bounty hunters after you already?” Hoping the unprompted display of goodwill will garner further docility on her part I approach her and lower myself onto my haunches. I am still on the balls of my feet, poised to move quickly should my gamble prove unsuccessful. I lean forward, my face inches from hers, her clean fresh scent again tempting my sense of smell, “Who are you? What is your name? Why do you look exactly like-- ….? Why are there bounty hunters after you in the first place?”

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Black Widow _ Assignment Colombia [DeRe & Celebstars]

ATTN: Natasha Romanoff CODENAME : Black Widow FROM : Nick Fury / SHIELD Black Op Assignment YOUR TARGET : Andres Stardom Formerly Colombian Army colonel. Went rogue and established independent base in the Highlands. Known as LA BESTIR, or The Beast, due to his cruelty. 6' 3", former boxer, scarred in attempted assassination. Charismatic sociopath. Compound is luxurious villa surrounded by dense jungle and steep mountains. Inaccessible by road or foot, all travel and supply is done by helicopter. Security and staff number about 30. Target can only be killed onsite. OPTION ONE : HALO jump into area. Infiltrate compound and eliminate target. Escape in captured helicopter. OPTION TWO : Approach target when he visits casino in nearby city. Escort him back to compound and enter that way. Eliminate and escape. Good luck Nat. This is a tough op, so I saved it for my best. I wouldn't insult you by sending along support. Nail this creep, and I'll see you at the debrief - NICK RE: Black Widow : Assignment Colombia"Can't a girl catch a break?" She said to herself, popping her phone back in to her pocket and giving thedummyin front of her a last flying kick to the head. It split open, ripping off with the follow through before rolling in to the corner of the room. A smirk came over her face as she held her fists up in the air still in combat mode. Working up a sweat, Natasha then grabbed a towel before making her way upstairs. Patting her face with the piece of material, she wiped away the sweat and proceeded up to her bedroom where the shower was. Getting undressed, she turned the shower on felt the hot water sting her body as it trickled down her. Hissing in a little pain, she liked these conditions, it made her tough and not easily beat. The woman had a few scars on her body through all the combat, reminders that she was human and could easily be caught if not careful and quick. These markings were all when she was young though, Natasha took pride in not being physically scared in the last five years. No one ever got that close now, she wouldn't let them. Once out and quickly dried, she slipped on an outfit which she was most famous for. The tight-fitting costume or uniform that made her the Black Widow. She was sure she was stronger in this outfit, although it could never be proven. Putting on the finishing touches, like leather gloves and her boots, she walked down to her basement again and to a wall which seemed rather bare. Moving to the left-hand corner she pushed against the surface and the wall swiveled around until she ended up in a room behind it. A vast amount of weapons was now available to her. Shotguns, Pistols, Grenades and Sniper Rifles. She took her favorite, the two pistols and placed them on either thigh in each holster. But they weren't ideal for her and the mission, they were just an insurance policy in case things went wrong. The Widow needed something more silent and stealthy. Then she saw a bow, and thought it would be rather cool to give it a try on a mission. Placing it over her head, she carried the string against her chest and put a quiver on her back to carry nearly a hundred arrows. Collecting a few more gadgets she put them on her belt and left the room, calling for a chopper to come and pick her up. Meeting the pilot on top of her roof on her helipad, the Black Widow was on her way. RE: Black Widow : Assignment Colombia crisp freshness hung thick in the rarefied air of the Colombian mountains. The cruel glare of the sun's baleful face was tempered by the cooling moistness, with a pleasing balance that was more than livable. After years in this soothing climate, there was nowhere Andres Stardom would rather live. He found it a welcome change from years of sweating in less agreeable parts of his homeland. Standing on his immaculately maintained grounds as the sun set, he savored a potent cigar and admired the vibrant peach-colored sunset. A colony of bats, heading home for the night, made an eerie cacophony of squeaks as they passed in the distance. Stardom smiled in smug satisfaction, feeling every inch the patron of his hacienda. He turned to admire a row of carefully maintained rosebushes. Standing among them, like some kind of ghastly garden ornament, was a steel spike adorned with a freshly severed head. Stardom drew languidly on his Havana, the pungent blue smoke making an uneasy blend with the fragrant flowers and decaying remains. He admired the head as if it were an artwork of great wealth, his granite face and reptilian eyes as impassive as ever. Flies buzzed urgently about, and he dispelled them with a hand wave as he straightened the glossy black hair that hung down from the grisly trophy, still showing signs of careful maintenance days after the head that bore it had been savagely separated from its owner." Take a look at that sunset, Carolina!" he said with a drawl. "You always did like a nice spring sunset. Such a shame you were so partial to some other guy's cock as well, eh?" He drew deep on the cigar again, fighting down his easily ignited rage with a long exhale. "Well, he made good sport for the dogs. I know you didn't like that much, but it was better than what we did to you, eh?" His callous laugh, like a gurgling cackle, sounded out in the encroaching darkness. "I always said you gave good head - look at you now!" Utterly amused at his own joke, he laughed so hard it provoked a coughing fit which took him a moment to recover. He was still laughing softly to himself as he entered his villa. "You are in good humor, patron!" grinned his portly butler Lopez, brandishing a tray of aguardiente. Stardom knocked back a bolt of the stomach-burning aniseed liqueur with experienced ease. "Just making sure my bitch of an ex-mistress got the point!". He filled his glass and took another shot. "Sadly, this leaves me alone for the evening. I'm in no mood for town, I think I'll head up to my office and do a little work before an early night. Has Freda make something light and bring it up, will you? Oh, and the bottle too." He replaced the glass on the silver tray with a clatter, before heading up the massive staircase to his wood-laden colonial study. Two of his bodyguards, bristling with weapons, saluted crisply and threw open the double doors that led into the heart of the villa. The thick oak doors shut tight with a thud behind him, and he sat down in his leather throne like a cocaine king. "Tell Nick I want a pay rise" Natasha said, speaking through the microphone as she sat in the back of the chopper. Looking down below, she could see the hundreds and thousands of trees below with the faint look of clouds above them. "Here will do. I don't want them to catch even a sniff of me being here. I will find my own way." Undoing her belt, she slid over to the side and stood up near the open entrance. "Black Widow out!" Throwing her earphones and microphone on to the seat, she jumped like an Olympic diver and soared through the air with elegance and beauty like a bird. Brushing past clouds she hit the chord and felt the harness tighten its grip on her body as the parachute sprung out and carried her weight. Two other chords fell down her side which she would use to direct her placement on the ground below. Pulling the left one, she made a sharp turn and headed towards what looked like a mansion. Upon getting nearer, she realized that it was in the middle of a large complex and the task would be a lot harder than she originally thought. Not only did she have to sneak in to a mansion and kill the boss, she had to infiltrate the large compound it was situated in and kiss possibly hundreds of guards. Pulling on the left chord again, she did a U-turn to give herself enough distance not to be detected. The sky was dark now by the time she had arrived. She would not of been spotted anyway, but she couldn't take any chances. Finding a clearing among the trees, she headed straight for it and landed firmly on her feet with the parachute falling behind her. Unstrapping the harness, she left the equipment behind and started to make her way through the jungle. Even at night, it was still rather hot and humid, although the casual breeze through her hair was a nice comfort. Lifting her leg up, she stepped over a large branch and heard the hissing of a snake. Her boot clamped down on it's head and squashed it down in to the mud with a real depth of anger. "Messed with the wrong bitch" she said before moving on with the snake clearly dazed and suffering. Seeing somefencingup ahead, it was quite easily more than twenty feet high. Clearly designed to stop people climbing over it, or even trying to attempt it. Given it's material, even if the woman wanted to climb it the noise and shaking would cause guards to come and investigate. The bottom was fixed against blocks of concrete to, so you couldn't even cut your way through. Clearly these guys knew what they were doing. Staying low, she circled the fence among the trees as to not be seen. Surprisingly, she hadn't seen any guards yet. No one seemed to be patrolling this area which baffled her. Climbing up on to a tree, she gained some height and saw nothing. There were no cabins, no guards, not even any trees. It was just dirt. Sitting on a branch, with her legs hanging down, what she saw next really got to her and made her test her own discipline. Four men came running out of nowhere and towards the fence. They obviously couldn't climb it and turned around to see four guards spray them with bullets. The girl in the tree bit her lip and clenched one hand in a fist. Closing her eyes, she hated that innocent people were killed, and even more so in the way in which it was made to be a sport. She knew where she was now, it was some kind of arena for slaughtering. There was nothing she could do, she would avenge their deaths but not now, she was to carry on with her mission. Watching the guards, she jumped onto another tree and followed them with her eyes towards cabin. In the silence of his antique-paneled office Stardom could find some solace from his distractions. He had set no limit on the time and money expended to decorate the private space. The wooden paneling was from a former mansion in Medellín, while the impressive variety of Spanish colonial art had been assembled by fair acquisition and open thievery. He had taken the chair from the office of a High Court judge who had shown for come after him. The judge now laid entombed in concrete beneath a local swimming pool, while his extremely comfortable chair now warmed Stardom's haunches. One way or another, he was a man who always got what he wanted. A neat pile of folders lay carefully stacked on the table's green felt surface. Despite the powerful computer that side by one side, Stardom was staunchly old-school that insisted and everything was done by hand. He reviewed the files, noting with satisfaction how they recorded the steady growth of his enterprises. The bookkeeping was immaculate and studiously honest, and Stardom smiling wryly at the thought his accountant was more loyal than his mistress. His short attention span expired quickly when looking over figures, and once assured of his profits he stashed the folders in a desk drawer with disinterest. He felt unsettled, an unusual and unwelcome experience for the normally unshakeable drug lord. Carolina's betrayal had hit him harder than had expected. It was hardly the first time he had dispatched a mistress in a brutal fashion, but on this occasion he felt the slight worse than usual. He reflected on the fact he was perhaps beginning to soften in his middle-age. Something was needed to revitalize him, he thought. A bolt of excitement to drive off the melancholy fug which descended on him like the morning mists in the valley below. But what this tonic would be exactly, he could not decide. As Lopez entered the room with the tray, the distant and muffled report of gunshots rang out. The elegant butler laid out a selection of crisp fried empanadas and the bottle of aguardiente. As he poured out a glass the sharp rattle of machine gun fire continued for a few moments then died away. Stardom picked up a glass, surveying it meditatively as he swirled the clear liqueur about. Neither man spoke, but both knew what the sound portended. A group of laborers had been caught earlier that day preparing for an escape; after being interrogated to learn the extent of the conspiracy they had been summarily shot. It was a clear message to the staff of the entire compound. Astardo pushed the plate away and stood up. "Apologies to Freda, I'm not in the mood for her excellent empanadas right now." Lopez nodded, taking up the tray with the fried snack but leaving the bottle. With velvet silence he quickly left the room again, knowing his master's mood was taking a turn for the worse. Stardom himself took several slugs of the aguardiente, then drew out a golden case from one of his drawers. It contained his personal stash, an exceptional batch of genetically engineered coke. He poured out and snorted a hefty line, letting the explosive dazzle of the drug clarify and sharpen his thoughts. Climbing from tree to tree, she was moving around the large fencing and managed to pass the cabin the men had wondered in to. The jungle was alive with sounds, birds were singing as well as monkey's chanting. Even a small insect such as a cricket could be heard as Black Widow found an entrance to the camp. The trees had been stripped to make way for a road. Counting her luck, she saw two bright headlights coming up towards the complex, and thankfully it was a massive truck which most of been carrying supplies. Jumping from the tree, her footsteps brushed against the grass and twigs as she ran towards the vehicle while staying out of sight. Jumping in to the back of it, she saw a guard gaze at her with a puzzled look. Lifting her hands to a bar on the underside of the roof, she jumped and let the momentum carry her feet to the man's masked face. He fell down on to his back and Natasha quickly went over to him, grabbing his head in to a headlock before snapping his neck. Carrying the body, or rather dragging it, she hid with it behind a crate and felt the truck move on, driving in to the complex. Not knowing where she was being taken, she would sit there on top of the dead body behind the crate until the journey's end. The back of the truck, which was the only source of light from the outside suddenly went dark as she entered some kind of warehouse. The truck stopped, and the engine was killed off. Staying behind the crate, she didn't hear any footsteps but rather some words." Leave it until the morning. There isn't any rush for it now" said one man, his voice rather deep. Natasha moved slowly towards the back of the truck and looked out of it to see two men walking away from the vehicle. Peering outwards on either side she saw men up on metal staircases and balconies. She clearly liked to challenge herself. Climbing out of the truck she moved to the side of it towards the front. Hiding behind another large crate behind a set of stairs, she had to think about what she was going to do. Stardom felt his mood lift swiftly as the potent cocaine took effect. For a few moments the room swam in a sea of sparkling diamonds. All gloomy thoughts of betrayal were gone, and instead he found his mind wandering to the question of a new mistress. Obviously a trip to the casino would be in order, perhaps as soon as tomorrow night. It would be a pleasant enough task, he thought with satisfaction. Hopefully there would be a blonde there; he hadn't had a blond gringo since his men caught that CIA agent nearly a year ago. The memory of her brutal dispatch brought a smile to his face and he was lost for a moment recalling what was done to her. Suddenly snapping out of his reverie, he tried to focus on some paperwork laid out on the tabletop. But in his addled, distracted state the words on the page seemed to twist and intertwine like barbed wire. With a sigh of disgust he got up and turned to stare out the window into the endless gloom of the jungle night. The sudden drop of the valley just beyond the end of the compound seemed like the edge of the world. Somewhere in the grounds he heard to rattle of the truck engine, its distant headlights faintly illuminating the inky black of the sky. Then it went silent, and Stardom knew everything was now locked down for the night. Somewhere, like faint headache, he felt a nagging concern that something was wrong. His hardened instincts were trying to warn him of something. But he ignored the concerns, attributing them to coke paranoia. Instead, he drained his glass and left the study, heading down to his bedroom. His suite was larger than most small houses; indeed, the nearby villagers could never have imagined such opulence. It continued the Spanish colonial motif. Stardom removed his leather shoes and lay out on the day with an irritated sigh. He was restless now, and unhappy about it. Grabbing the nearby remote he flicked on the huge flat-screen TV that was in front of him, flipping through the channels. Looking around in the dimly lit warehouse, she tried to figure out how many men were inside and what their patterns were. For at least five minutes she stayed behind the crate under the stairs and viewed the two men who got out of the truck. They made their way out of the warehouse which made things a little easier for Natasha. Creeping away, she went to the headlights of the truck and peeked around the corner to see one guard on the top balcony and another on a ladder climbing down. Looking back up, she saw the one on top turning around to look at the view through the roof window. It gave her a quick second to draw her arrow and place it in her bow. As the guard left the ladder a clear shot presented itself to which she took. The arrow flew through the air and hit the man in the head, pushing his body with force underneath and out of sight. The noise of his corpse falling drew the attention of the other guard up above." Hey you didn't fall did ya?" His English very broken and sounding more Hispanic. Another teasing of her bow string caused another arrow to shoot up and pierce the metal roof of the warehouse. Of course given her aim, the man's head was attached to it. His corpse just stood there, held up by the bow between his eyes. Given the room was dark, people would think he was standing and doing his job. Circling around the room, the girl stayed under the metal balconies, keeping herself in the dark until she came around to the first casualty. She took back her arrow and then searched the man. He had a radio on him, something which would come in handy she thought. Suddenly, two men came in, the ones who brought the truck in. Not wasting any time she quickly moved over to them. Given her agility she did three backward somersaults and on the last kicked the first in the chest before swinging her leg around and catching her boot in the other's face. Both were knocked to the ground and Natasha snapped one of their necks before the other got up. About a year before, Julio had been a teenager working on his father's farm, dreaming of nothing but girls andfutbal. That seemed a lifetime ago to him now. One day, he had decided to follow his cousin Kristopher to a job up in the hills with a powerful patron. His mother wept and begged him not to leave, but he told her he'd earn enough to send plenty back and wouldn't be gone for more than six months. That was before he'd become a soldier of Stardom, and done things he thought no human was capable of. Turning to the freely available mountains of cocaine for support, he rapidly became a raging addict and twitchy paranoiac. Unbeknown to the drug-addled boy, he was being watched by his peers with an eye to “retirement” - via a bullet in the head and a shallow grave in the jungle. On this night, like many others, he had taken to hiding among the empty diesel drums behind the main storage warehouse, and snorting himself into giggling oblivion. It was better than trying to sleep with the memory of all the tortures he had been forced to commit. The stars danced about in the velvet black sky, making pleasing patterns and turning into giant celestial fish floating through a stellar aquarium. All was utterly still, until he suddenly heard a very soft but definitely odd noise from inside the warehouse. With his nervous edge sharpened to a paranoid watchfulness, he leaped to his feet and cocked his AK-74. Hunching over instinctively, he crept around the side of the warehouse, ears straining hard to hear more anomalous sounds. Kneeling down just by the door and raising the assault rifle to his shoulder, he quickly peered around the corner. His whole world seemed to freeze for a moment when he saw a stunning redhead in skintight black leather brutally dispatching Miguel and Pablo on the warehouse floor. For a moment he wondered if it was a drug-induced hallucination, but the shocking violence was all too real. She snapped the neck for the former then crushed her boot into the broken face of the latter. Both were dead before Julio had even drawn a breath. Every nerve in his body sung with a burning electricity as he leveled his AK at her and screamed “¡Alto!” Once the two men were dead, she looked around and said "Four" counting the number of people she had killed thus far. Quickly remembering the guy in the back of the truck, she held a finger up in the air and corrected herself. "Five" a grin appeared on her face until she heard a voice. Spinning around, she saw the man with an AK pointing at her. Putting her hands in the air, she slowly lifted the bow off her back and placed it on to the floor. Now standing up straight, she started to unzip her leather suit to reveal her cleavage. Widow knew she had plenty of weapons on her or even back home, but her breasts would almost certainly save her life more times than a bullet could, given the circumstances. Nipples started to slide out by the side of the zipper until they became open and fully hung out. Judging by the man's face who was staring at her pale milky breasts she had him hooked on the bait. Peering in to his eyes she was walking closer to him, her steps careful and discreet, she couldn't have him break from the trance she was putting him in. The zipper now fell down to her stomach, her flat smooth toned belly before she arrived at his feet and placed her head against the barrel of the gun. "You wouldn't want to hurt these would you?" Natasha wasn't sure if he would understand her, but she cupped both of her breasts and lifted them up to his chin. With her head against the gun, she could feel it start to fall and that was when she pushed it sideways and kneed him in the groin. Thankfully the gun didn't go off as he fell to the floor. Punching his face she knocked him out before snapping his neck, she didn't want to take any chances on being alerted to. Zipping her suit back up she smiled and patted them like they had done a good job. Going to her bow she placed it on to her back with the arrows and set off out of the warehouse. Of course before all that she hid all the bodies. For the final minute of this life Julio was already in heaven. Half-delirious from tension and the coke, the sight of this stunning vamp appearing like something out of a dream was simply more than his malformed mind could take. What dulled instincts he had screamed at him to shoot, it was already far too late for that, as he was trapped like a fly in a web. Disarmed in every sense by what he had seen before him, he was barely even aware of the sudden movement that killed him. Just inside the entrance hall of the villa, a gaunt man with a cruel face was getting very angry. Normally, the Scarface psycho (calledMorobut known as El Maquiladora or "The Makeup Artist" because of his habit of disfiguring prostitutes) was already boiling with rage. But on this occasion, the lateness of the last delivery was pushing his temper to dangerous levels. Staring at the security monitors in the front office, he could see the truck was parked up safely and still unloaded. So where were the fucking guards, he thought with irritation. Snarling into his radio, he summoned his posse of six personal guardsmen from their nearby ready room. The best equipped troopers in Stardom's force, Moro used them as private bodyguard and mercenary death squad. They were a cut above the tired, scared and unmotivated guards they were drawn from. "Something is fucking wrong around here. You, you-" he nodded at the first two- "Out there first, over to the truck. The rest, down and sit tight." Sitting on a part of night vision goggles, Moro peered hard through the gloom as he scanned the compound. Natasha was unaware that people were starting to get frustrated over the truck. It would cause more awareness from the guards now, their concentration levels rising by the minute. As she left the warehouse she came around the side and saw a large tower with a sniper walking in circles at the top. In the darkness she jogged over to it and climbed on the outside of it, her hands grabbing on to each both whilst her feet pushed her up further until she arrived at the top. Fingers clung on to the edge as she peeked her head over to see the back of the guard. Dipping one hand in to her belt, she pulled out a small knife and threw it at the back of his neck which resulted in the man falling. Pulling herself over the edge she picked up his sniper rifle and looked through the lens. It had different settings and allowed her to see through the night. Curiously, she pointed it at the villa and saw two men coming her way. There was another man who was using binoculars, and it made her aware that something was up. Dropping the gun, she jumped over the edge and climbed down until she was midway. Opposite her was a medium-sized building, and she jumped up on to the roof from the tower. Kneeling on to one knee, she saw the two men come around the corner towards the warehouse. Making sure they were in far enough and away from the view of the man with binoculars Natasha shot both down with her arrows before moving on. The agonizing moments of silence that followed after Moro dispatched his men told him everything. The compound was definitely under attack, and by an extremely dangerous enemy too. Snatching his radio he rasped "Boss! Boss!" in a hard whisper, urgently trying to raise Stardom. The other guards glanced about nervously, suspicious and suddenly fearful of death striking them in the dark. Nothing like this had really happened before, and the chaotic situation was enough to even disturb a professional like Moro. "Boss!" He hissed once more. Astardo was still seated in his office, but with his back to the table. He was staring out of his huge arch window at the star-strewn night sky, which seemed like a thick velvet rug laid out before him. Steady jolts of giddy elation pulsed through him as the potent coke powered him on. The rasping of the radio brought him urgently to his feet, and he grasped it firmly as Moro's voice sounded through. "Stardom here," he croaked, then swallowed hard. "Is something wrong, Moro? Why are you calling me?" Peering hard into the night gloom, the drug lord suddenly wondered if he saw a flicker in the shadows." Boss, we're under attack. Probably a special forces squad, eight members. A bunch of our guys are missing, and I'm sure they're heading right at us." Adrenalin exploded in Stardom's head. "Fall back on the top floor here. Men in ever room. Every passage covered. Everything that isn't one of ours get riddled with bullets." Pacing over to a gun cabinet in a corner of the room, he pulled out a jet black Colt Python revolver. "Call me if anything happens," he said before dropping the radio on his desk and loading the revolver. Finally, he thought with a baleful grin, some action tonight! On her way down, collecting the arrow she has shot at the men, Natasha picked up the radio to hear some distress calls. She smiled and grinned at the thought of grown men whimpering in fear. Hearing the voice of the man she was to kill, her eyes lit up with a sparkle. The gorgeous woman wanted to say something, she wanted to be confident and arrogant, but her professionalism didn't allow her to. Instead, she realized that the villa would be well protected now, making the job a lot harder. Natasha shouldn't of killed anyone, it should off been nothing but stealth, sticking to the shadows. She knew she had messed up now and was determined to do better than ever. Approaching the villa, it was surrounded by a concrete wall with black gates. Part of her wanted to just burst them down and start shooting everyone, but she was determined to keep her cool. The humidity didn't help, she was sweating in that tight leather suit, even with nothing on underneath it. Walking around the wall, she deliberately went to the highest point, the hardest part to climb. They wouldn't be suspecting that. With no trees around this part, she made a running start and scaled the wall, kicking herself up on to the top where she would peek over. The front courtyard was empty, not a man in sight. There wouldn't be after everyone was recalled to the top level. Natasha wondered how many there was going to be, she hoped a lot. Climbing up on to the wall, she seemed to be in a blind spot, and took out her pistols. Looking at all the cameras, she picked every one off with a gun in each hand. If they were watching the security, they were now blind. Stardom paced like a panther through the halls of his villa, an urgent force of energy suddenly unleashed. He wondered how an attack could get so close without being detected, and wondered ruefully for a moment if the whole thing was not just Moro overreacting. The missing guards could easily be just dodging their duties. But the chance that someone really was in the compound and coming to kill him, thrilled Stardom immensely. It wouldn't be the first time he had fought off assassins, and the urge to kill his enemies was more intoxicating than any drug. Moro and his men took their places strategically around the winding passages of the villa upper floor. It was dimly lit and easily defended. They were nervous and twitchy, unsure and afraid of what was going on. Naturally inclined to superstition and paranoia, they gossiped in urgent whispers among themselves about being attacked by some kind of spirit. Only a few hard clouts from a patrolling Moro shut them up. "Sit tight and stay silent!" he said in a sibilant voice. "You see anything move, blow it to hell!" As Stardom finished check the guard's redeployment he headed back into his office. Despite feeling like he was ready to run amok, he had a sharper strategic mind which prevailed in this case. Knowing that the assassins were coming right for him, he just had to wait for them, it walks into the loaded trap. Once the shooting started he would have them fixed in place. He sat back down in the shadows, feeling like an electric surge of excitement was pulsing through him. Arriving at the villa door after walking up a few steps, Natasha made sure everything was fully loaded. Turning the door knob very slowly, she peeked the door open and took a look around. No one, still deserted she thought as she admired the beauty with in the place. "I should get a villa" she told herself, walking with an elegance as she started to climb the stairs. There was an overhang from the upper floor, allowing the guards to look down and gain an advantage. Before taking another step, she took out her lip gloss and mirror, making sure she looked perfect. Smudging her lips together, she tossed the gloss on to the set of stairs as she put her mirror back in her pocket. An instant noise came flying from above as bullets sprayed the lip gloss, shattering it in to tiny pieces. Now Natasha knew that it was being monitored and also found the guards to be on edge. Taking out two silver objects shaped like pebbles, she rolled on to the stairs and threw them up. Landing near the guard's feet he was instantly shocked by electricity as was the second guard behind him. The array of bullets couldn't catch up with her as they sprayed in to the wall behind her leaving a trail. When both were down she took cover behind a wall, quickly poking her head out to see loads of men aiming their guns at her. Sliding backwards she dodged the bullets and took another item away from her belt. Throwing a flash grenade the corridor lit up in a bright light causing the guards to become blind. Rolling on to the floor, Natasha would be safe on the ground from their firing weapons. Drawing her pistols out she caused serious harm and killed seven out of eight. The last one was rolling on the floor in pain as the space fell silent. Walking up to him, she pressed the gun to his head and blew his brains out on to the carpet below. The crashing explosion of gunfire was like the burst of a tropical thunderstorm on a gray summer's day. Everything appeared to disintegrate in a cloud of wood splinters and sulfuric smoke. The hapless guards, dazed and disorientated by the sudden attack, barely had time to know what hit them. The few who did fire managed only to tear up the walls or shoot each other. Only Moro, remaining back by Stardom's office, was still standing when the madness ended. He heard the final gunshot, and knew whoever was attacking had just shot right through his men without missing a beat. For the first time in a long while, he was worried. Carefully he backed towards and into Stardom's office, only to suddenly find the drug lord's hefty revolver pressing against the back of his neck. "Easy now, comrade," Stardom whispered in a barely audible hiss. "I need you to go back out there and see if you can find our little friends for us." As much as he esteemed the efficacy of his henchman, Stardom had no problem getting him killed if it saved his own life. "I'm not paying you to run away, is?" Moro swallowed hard and took a cautious step forward. He squinted hard through the Grable cordite smoke. Dust and shards of yellow light hung everywhere. Dropping to a crouch, he cocked his submachine gun under his arm and headed towards the original source of the gunfire. Stardom, meanwhile, hunkered down in his office with a piece of broken mirror, watching from around the corner. The second the attacker open fire, he would have them. He knew the remainder of the compound guards would be here in minutes - and his would-be assassin was trapped. All that remained was to get them in his sights. There didn't seem to be to many guards she thought. Only eight of them, there must have been more coming at some point. She would have to deal with them later on though, she was so close to Stardom's office she could smell the fear. Walking towards the office in a cloud of smoke, she looked down at Moro who was crouched with his machine gun. He would have seen a dark shadowy figure among the smoke growing larger by the second. "Don't" she said, seeing a figure herself holding a gun. Neither one would have seen each other's face, but her voice indicated she was a woman. It all happened in slow motion to her. Seeing a burst of light flash from his gun, he had fired at her. Jumping up on to a pipe above, she swung herself towards him, her feet kicking his face before he fell to the ground. Jumping to the ground, Natasha kicked the gun away and sat on top of Moro with her groin against his. She punched him over and over again, making a bloody mess of her outfit and even her face. His nose was broken and jaw dislocated as she stood up and gave him one last kick which knocked him out. "Fucking pig" she said, leaving him and going to the office. It closed immediately, even a lock was heard as she approached it. Natasha didn't know if he had seen her or not yet, she couldn't really care. Holding her pistol out after reloading it, she shot the lock and swung the door open before hiding against a wall. Raising her eyebrows, she rolled her eyes with a smile as bullets sprayed in the door opening. Taking her mirror out, she checked her hair and makeup as she waited for his ammo to run out. "Ugh" she gasped, seeing the blood all over her face in a splatter. "I'm such a messy girl" she teased herself, her palm patting the end of her hairdo. Turning her head to face the doorway, she was still amazed he was firing, he most of picked up a heavy machine gun. The area to which he was firing created a large hole in the wall and even shredded a door in half. Suddenly, Natasha heard footsteps coming towards her. It seemed Stardom's plan was to time waste until more men arrived. Running towards them, she saw another group of men who raised their guns once she caught their eye. Rolling on the floor she kicked the first one in the groin and then punched another in the same area. Picking up the AK-47 which they carried she shot the rest in the neck and head areas before turning towards the two who wouldn't be having any children later on in life. Breaking one of their necks, she held the gun to the other and shot him between the eyes."You're testing my fucking patience!" She shouted, holding another flash grenade and throwing it in to his office. It burned brightly before ending sharply. Walking in, she saw the distressed Stardom on the floor holding his eyes. Kicking his guns away, she then started to give him a serious beating. Kicks to the chest, punches to the face was his treatment before he would die. "I'm going to make you suffer" she said before a click of a gun from behind her was heard. Gulping, it most of been the one person who she hadn't killed like a fool..... Moro. It was the sound of a woman's voice - raspy, seductive and authoritative - that threw Moro off for a crucial second. His momentary lapse resulted in his world exploding as a succession of vicious, hard blows landed down upon his face. Although the scarred mercenary has endured many bashing in this life, this was far more powerful and painful than any previous ones. The bitter iron taste of blood in his mouth was a feeling he was long since unused too. For a few seconds his vision fragmented and everything turned white, then he slumped in a half-crouch against the wall as unconsciousness briefly descended. For his part, Stardom felt his famous iron confidence begin to shake, like the walls of the villa shuddering with ricochets. As he heard the perimeter guards surge into the house there was a brief burst of encouragement, but it was cut short by a pandemonium of screams and gunshots. Madre de Dios, he thought, as his blood ran like ice. Who were these demons tearing the villa apart? Never had he experienced violence quite like this. Suddenly he heard the female voice, angrily barking at him through the smoke. Like his henchman he was stunned by the incongruity, having instead expected a stream of Spanish expletives. Barely he has taken a moment to register this than the flash bang exploded, and with a sharp cry of pain he was both blinded and deafened. The heavy wooden desk has absorbed most of the blast, leaving him not entirely incapacitated, but he was helpless to protect himself from the vicious punches and kicks that ran down on him. Through his haze of pain and confusion, the worst bite he felt was being so humiliated by a woman. I'll go to die at the hands of some stupid gringo put, he thought, with a bitter irony. In the bullet-torn, blood-splattered corridor Moro pulled himself to his feet. Through the haze of cordite and red mist he could see almost his entire complement of guards dead or dying. Fuelled by a searing acid rage, he blocked out the pain and followed after his attack. He could see her now, almost disbelieving the sight of a short redhead woman in tight black leather moving like a practiced killer through the chaos. He inched after her as she approached Stardom's room, and even through all his distractions he couldn't help noticing her exceptional toned ass. Just as Stardom expected the final bullet to come, he heard Moro cocking his gun and cursing. Although his eyesight was still scorched he could now begin to make out the figure of the assassin - and what a figure it was, straining against her tight costume. The utter hatred in her baleful deep green eyes shone out from a beautiful blood smeared face, framed with a ginger crown. Her zip was halfway down her suit, exposing a generous portion of breast." Puta!" Stardom spat, kneeing Natasha viciously in the pussy. "Put!" he screamed again, pistol-whipping her so hard with the Python she was knocked unconscious with a single hard whack. Both men stood over her, raw and panting and utterly enraged. The men argued vociferously for a few minutes, each venting their frustrations on each other. When they were finally spent, Stardom looked down and growled "No bitch, you are the one who will suffer." They carried her through the carnage - Stardom appalled and angered even further by the casualties - down in the villa's cold damp basement. What used to be a huge steam engine that powered the house lay along one aside, like a dead and rusting dragon. A gigantic wheel that once turned the pulley had now been converted in a torture device, to which a victim could be strapped spreadeagled, spun quickly around, and suspended upside down. Natasha was lashed to the wheel, and Moro slapped her face hard several times to bring her around." Wake up, you fucking put! We wanna talk to you, is?" Astardo slowly unzipped her suit, all the way down to her crotch. He grinned broadly at her, enjoying the obvious fury and shame burning in her eyes. Chuckling to himself he slipped his callused hands into the leather suit, cupping her breasts and pulling them out. Pinching and twisting her bright pink nipples between his fingers, he said in a cold reptile voice "So what's the pretty girl's name, eh? Does she kiss on the first date?" Waking up from her slumber, Natasha felt blows against her face as he slapped her continuously until she awoke. Shaking her head, she head a mighty headache after being whacked with the pistol across the head earlier on. Looking at Stardom she pulled her arms but found her wrists bound to a wheel just as her ankles were. Watching him unzip her leather outfit down to her groin she felt his hands work at her breasts, squeezing and groping them. Clenching her teeth, she pressed her head forward and headbutted his nose, breaking it in the process. As he moaned in pain she tried getting herself free, pulling on the restraints, but they wouldn't budge. She knew she should have just put a bullet in his skull, then she would have done the same to Moro, and she would be on her way home by now. "Let me go now, and I promise I won't make you suffer when I kill you" she said, still yanking on the ties. Looking down, she realized her belt had been stripped off at her waist, meaning she had no gadgets available to her. Looking around the room she couldn't see anything which would help her escape. Looking down at her feet, she tried pulling them upwards and out of the leather-bound, but it was secured very tightly. Stardom reeled back as Natasha cracked him hard in the face. The humiliation of the cheap shot hurt far more than the pain. Seething in rage he repeatedly slapped Natasha's face and breasts, leaving them stinging bright red. Finally, he landed a short, sharp punch right onto her own nose, grunting with pleasure as he heard it break, a red stream smearing down over her luscious lips and pale chin. "Like that, put?" he growled. "That nothing, you see? You be begging us to kill you before we finished." His face burned black, a bloodied mask of pure hatred"Moro, get some knives and get the bitch's clothes off, now." The surly Moro had been somewhat amused by Natasha hurting his arrogant boss. But we are more than willing to get his revenge on her. Pulling out his combat knife he cut off Natasha's costume, slicing it away from her firm body as if he was skinning an animal. The beautiful assassin was now naked before her captors, her perfect figure completely displayed and utterly helpless. Sweat was dappled on her toned stomach, just above a neatly trimmed little scarlet bush." Now then", Stardom snarled. He spun the giant wheel around so that Natasha was now upside down. Taking up a short, fat waxen candle from a pile on a nearby table, it inserted it slowly and painfully into Natasha's pussy, leaving a few centimeters protruding. Pulling out his zippo he then lit the wick, the little flame dancing just above her clit, reflecting its orange light off her porcelain-white thighs. Standing back with a wicked smile, Stardom and Moro looked over the helpless Natasha. "In a few minutes put, you feel the wax, yes? Now you ask us to fuck you, fuck you like whore, if you want it taken out. It will burn your pussy right off, yes? When you want it to stop, you ask us to fuck. You beg, like whore." He grabbed the little toe on one of her feet, snapping it like a delicate little twig. As she shook in shock it splashed molten wax across her pussy lips and sent it running down her chest to burn on the bottom of her breasts. The pain was exquisite and inescapable, growing in intensity every second." Whenever you say, put! Tell use you want it in ass. We going to fuck you like no man before." Her training was like no other, not only did it teach her how to fight, or to defend herself, it also taught Natasha about pain endurance. His slaps and punches to her face hurt, but not as much as they would another person. Her large firm breasts were stinging red, the color of the blood that was streaming out of her nose after he had broken it. "Hopefully I have a beauty scar to show everyone at work" she said in a cheeky tone. Natasha always liked being the smart ass. Watching Moro and with his knife, he delicately skinned her costume from her, much to her disapproval. "That cost a lot of money, I hope you are going to reimburse me" her head slowly moving to the side as she felt dazed from the punch earlier. A chill came over her naked body with everything on show, given the reputation of the man, he was going to have his way with her now. Moving her head back to the front to look at him, she could feel the blood from her nose constantly dripping to her chest and down to her breasts." You sure you and your boyfriend will manage to get up for me? You seem more interested in fucking each other than a woman." Spitting at the floor in the corner, she then felt herself be turned upside down before a candle was inserted in to her pussy. When it was lit, Natasha stayed calm and cool until he broke one of her toes, making her scream and jerk, therefore making the wax drip on to her lips. "Agghhhh!" She cried, even more so when it fell on to the underside of her breasts." Ok.... Fuck me! Fuck me ass, fuck me anywhere!!!!" She screamed, wanting him to take it out. Both men cackled with delight at Natasha's urgent pleas of compliance. They each took up a pair of pliers, and systemically broke her remaining nine toes one after another, leaving them twisted like twigs. The sharp crack of snapping bone echoed off the stone walls. "We have to make sure our ballerina can not dance, is?" Stardom sneered, as he broke another one between the steel teeth of the pliers. "Although it sounds like she an opera singer now!" Both men laughed raucously as they unstrapped her writhing body from the wheel, throwing out the candle and allowing her to collapse in agony on the floor. Her relief was short-lived as they hauled her up again. Moro held Natasha in place as Stardom pulled down two lengths of chain from the ceiling, tying them around her wiry wrists. Once she was firmly dangling in place - the rusty, cold steel biting deep into her skin - they wrapped another length of chain around her ankles. This weighed her down further, keeping her body taunt in bondage, as well as crushing her already throbbing feet. The brutal torsion held her firmly in place. Astardo's wicked grin dropped as he studied the suffering Natasha. "Wassamatter you fucking whore, you got no more smart words"? He paced around behind her, undoing his belt at the same time. Meanwhile, Moro took up a long bamboo rod from the wall and began to lash her breasts with a steady severity. Dropping his pants, Stardom doubled over his belt and lay a few sharp slaps on her ass, but could contain himself no longer. Seizing her powerful hips he plunged into her ass from behind, forcing his way in as painfully as possible. The breaking of each toe severely tested her pain barrier as she clenched her teeth as the steel pliers broke the bone in to two pieces. When they let her go, Natasha's naked form fell to the ground, her hands keeping her upright with her breasts hanging off her chest. She could try to stand on her feet, at least the sole, but they wouldn't even let her try. As they carried her to the center of the room, her toes dragging along the floor in the process, she moaned in plain before her wrists were tied together with two chains. Another chain, even more rusty that the two above tied her ankles and feet together, further crushing her toes. With her arms above her head, they were soon feeling numb as the blood rushed downwards, leaving them feeling rather cold. When Moro arrived back at the scene with a bamboo stick, Natasha pretended to look upset as he whipped her across her breasts. To make things worse, behind Stardom was slashing her ass cheeks with his belt. Without hesitation, she felt his cock poke up in to her rear and start to fuck it with intensity and power. Biting her bottom lip, she moaned and gasped, her body shaking whilst Moro was attacking her breasts still. Natasha started to laugh, something she was sure would confuse them." I'm a fucking Masochist!" She shouted, telling Moro to hit her harder. Stardom and Moro stared at each other in surprise and bemusement at Natasha's apparent pleasure. But her amateur dramatics did little to impress the veteran torturers. Indeed, the fact a woman could be so incredibly arrogant appalled them both beyond measure. Suddenly halting his assault on her, Stardom turned to his crony with a solemn expression and said "Go get the Devils, all three. Let's see this bitch take them on." Moro's scar-riven face cracked with a death's head grin, and he vaulted up the stairs and out of the room. "The camera, too!" Stardom shouted after him. Slowly the drug lord wandered over to a nearby bench. He collected a thick black blindfold and a rubber "O" gag, and fitted both roughly onto Natasha. The gag held her pink little mouth fixed open, unable to bite down or stop a steady stream of drool over her chin, while the thick velvet mask of the blindfold plunged her world into blackness. Once he was sure she was properly secured, like a rack of meat in a slaughterhouse, Stardom loosened the chain suspending Natasha from the ceiling until she was half kneeling, half-crouching before him, as if in prayer. His rigid, angry cock bounced before her face Holding her head firmly in his grip, Stardom slid his raging rape rod into Natasha's wet, cool mouth. It was still smeared with the sticky mess of her sex, but she could do nothing other than choke on his bulbous purple dick, each gag just swallowing it further down her throat. The sound of barking suddenly appeared, growing louder and louder until it began descending the stairs. Moro reappeared, almost being dragged down into the basement by three giant black bull mastiffs. Stardom had reared them from pups as personal attack dogs, and employed them many times in the past as torture devices. They were rape dogs, specifically trained to violate a woman in the most degrading way possible. Each was almost the size of a full-grown person and their sheer bulk and ferocity could literally bring down a bull in personal combat - a grisly battle sometimes played down by Stardom for the amusement of his now-deceased retinue. As he watched the dogs arrive, Stardom chuckled to himself and slid out of Natasha's mouth. He quickly began to dress as Moro tied off a pair of the beasts to the wall, while keeping the third in his grip. They were frothing mad in anticipation of what was coming - they could smell it in the air. Having quickly clothed, Stardom produced a small bottle of honey which he proceeded to smear across Natasha's pussy. "Shit boss, the bastard is going to break the chain!" hissed Moro in exertion. "Over here!" rasped Stardom. Allowing the dog forward a few more feet, it began to urgently lick at the sweet honey covering Natasha's vulnerable cunt. She was completely unable to escape the giant, wet tongue was it invaded every intimate part of her pussy. Both men roared with laughter as her body betrayed her, and the mastiff's firm tongue brought the beautiful assassin to a painful involuntary orgasm." Now Lucifer, mount her!" barked Stardom in a tone almost as loud as the dogs. The creature seemed to need little bidding. Pulling the chain down so that Natasha's ass was in the air, he held his boot down firmly on her head and fixed in place against the cold concrete. With a pounding thump the mastiff leaped upon her muscular tan body with a series of delighted yelps. Its slim, long, bright pink penis was hammered into her by a brutal machine-like rhythm. Moro grabbed the digital camera from the bag he'd brought down, and began chronicling the event. Licking his lips like a starving man attending a feast, the sadistic mercenary recorded every little minute of Natasha's nightmare. Natasha watched Moro leave the room whilst Stardom went to a bench to pick up some items. Moving her face wildly, she couldn't help prevent him attaching the gag to her mouth, keeping it open wide whilst her jaw muscles fought effortlessly to try and bite down. Everything went dark after that as the blindfold attached to the back of her head, tied in to a secure knot to prevent her seeing anything. With her eyesight blinded, her hearing still worked perfectly and listened to the chain slowly rattle and loosen as it lowered Natasha on to her knees. The warm meat she felt fucking her minutes ago was now in her mouth, sliding all over the inside of her cheeks and across the back of her teeth. She was made to wash it with her saliva before being made to gag on it. The more she did, the more she swallowed it down to the depths of her throat. Her succulent pink lips folded over the gag and his cock, sealing it airtight and brushing against the popping veins after each thrust he put into her. The grip on the back of her head made sure she couldn't move or struggle but instead take every inch he offered her. When he was finished, a long strand of saliva poured out of her mouth, running down the corner of her mouth and hanging in the air before dripping to the cold floor below. Natasha was still in pain, her toes needed medical care as did the lashes on her breasts and ass but for now, she had to continue with the torture she was offered. Hearing the barking she wondered what was going to happen. Either she was going to be mauled to death, ripped from limb to limb, torn in to shreds.....or worse. This cold feeling of honey coated her pussy lips, soothing some of the wax that had dripped on to her skin before and helping it to heal. The sensation now was one of mixed emotions as Natasha wanted desperately to kick the mutt in the face, but her body was actually excited by the licking and rough surface of the tongue which the dog had. Moaning in delight with her muffed tone due to the gag, she began to get wet and moist before having an orgasm. She felt betrayed by herself for enjoying such an act, but felt disgusted as Stardom told the dog to mount her. After a few attempts which failed, the chains were loosened and her head was dealt with by a foot of the men which squashed her cheek against the dirty concrete floor. Moaning in pain, she felt the dog's claws scratch at her naked back before slipping his cock in to her pussy. Through the lens of the camera Moro watching Natasha's debasement with a lurid fixation. He had trained the dogs himself for just this kind of torture, and was proud to see them performing so effectively. Lucifer's was throwing the full weight of its prodigious bulk into its pounding assault. The foul reek of its breath washed over Natasha's head as it drooled copiously over her. As the vicious beast struggled to remain balanced its large, abrasive claws scrapped continuously across her arms and back, like slashes from a blunt knife. It didn't take long for the dog to finish, and with a weird wailing yelp it leaped off Natasha and sauntered into a corner, as casually as if it had just been out for a walk. Moro rested the camera on the table and, with a wicked grin at Stardom, released the other two leashed dogs. They bounded over to Natasha, shoving each other with vicious guttural growls as they fought for position. Stardom laughed uproariously as he watched the two massive hounds clawing and clambering over the writhing Natasha. One managed to penetrate her ass and began its piston-like pounding, while the wiggled beneath it and lapped fervently at the remaining honey on her wax-scorched pussy. After a few minutes, Stardom grabbed a hose curled up on a nearby wall. As he twisted the ancient handle with some force, a freezing torrent of filthy mud and debris vomited forth from its gurgling lengths. Both men roared with laughed as it hit the dogs, and they jumped aside yelping and shocked. Once the plug of detritus was cleared a strong foaming torrent of icy water began pouring out, and Stardom directed the powerful stream over Natasha's naked crouching body. "Gotta wash you up before our turn, put!" he shouted over the noise. Moro meanwhile skirted around the room and collected up the three dogs, who returned to their master with wagging tails, and he re-tied them to the ring on the wall. The next step in the game unfolded. Stardom had a selection of cattle prods handing for the wall; he chose a particularly large one, fitted with a wicked steel fork on the end. Attaching it to a battery pack, the prod spat and sparkled in the dimly lit room. Slowly, pacing each poke, Stardom shocked Natasha all over her body. He placed it against her tongue, sides and butt, chuckling each time she yelped. Then, with a triumphant cheer, he pushed it hard and deep into her exposed pussy, sending over ten seconds worth of agonizing current into the most tender part of her sex. Natasha had never felt anything so degrading than right now. She was on a conflict still as she squirmed, trying to get the dog to fall off, but her body was enjoying the sensation of being full and being worked on by something which knew how to use its own cock. Cut like wounds filled her back, some getting deeper as the dog's claws worked the same movements, causing more damage to her skin and a hell of a lot more pain. Its saliva drooled from its mouth, trickling down her back to her neck where it would drip around to the front and on to the floor. Its smell wasn't nice and made her gag and want to vomit. When it leapt up off of her, the agent couldn't confirm or deny if the mutt had come inside of her, but she had no time to think about it as the two other dogs came running over and fighting for position. Hearing their wild growls and barks at one another terrified her because she thought they would take their anger out on her, making biting her. As the two muscled in on one another they seemed comfortable brushing bodies, believing they had the better of each other as both found a hole to fuck. Her tight asshole which had never been used was forced open. As both serviced her, it didn't last long due to Stardom spraying them and her with a hose of ice-cold water. Her body was shaking and trembling as the cold water washed over her, spraying on to her wounds in her back and making her yelp in pain. A sound was coming from Natasha's mouth like she wanted to talk. Opening her hand out, trying to reach out to Stardom she finally got his attention and the hose stopped shooting out water." Don... Don't" was her word before she gathered the strength to continue. "Don't, spray yourself....don't want your small cock shrinking much more!" She laughed lightly before moaning in pain as the wounds on her back were stinging wildly. She wasn't sure if he would understand her with the gag in her mouth, but it sure made herself laugh. Seeing a blue spark light up the room, she noticed he had his own shocking tool. Biting her bottom lip, she tried to clench herself and her muscles, bracing for the pain coming her way. The shock was far more powerful than she could have imagined and made her muscles relax, almost making her wee herself in the process. As he continued to poke and stab at her the worst pain she had felt all night was when he shoved it inside of her slit and shocked her inside. Natasha let out a large yelp so loud that everyone inside the compound would have heard it. A baleful grin spread across Stardom's face as he listened to Natasha's scream. He knew no-one could withstand the prod for very long, and even the toughest holdouts would soon become a grovelling mess. As he continued to fire a series of savage jolts into her pussy, Moro zoomed the camera in on her face to capture every little nuance of her suffering. Careful not to get too close, he held back as the arching bursts illuminated the room a searing white for a few seconds. Stardom exactly how to apply the pain, and also jolted Natasha's knees, elbows and asshole as she lay writhing on the floor. For nearly ten minutes both men were almost deafened by her howls of agony as she was shocked over and over again. Stardom was grudgingly impressed; no-one had ever made it past five before. Natasha was convulsing and twitching in a puddle of ice water, as well as her sweat and urine. Her eyes had rolled back into her head and wisps of gray smoke came from her nose. "Man, that bitch is fried, boss," Moro said, marveling at the incredible amount of pain she had endured in a very short time. Looking her over with a satisfied sneer, Stardom nodded and said "Hold her up for me." Moro put the camera aside and gabbed Natasha by her forearms. Her body was limp despite her firm muscular figure, and she felt like a rag doll in his grip. Stardom threw the rod back onto a nearby table, and grabbed the length of chain still hanging from the ceiling. Wrapping it several times around Natasha's neck to form a cruel steel noose, he looped a padlock through the links to fix it tight. She was now suspended on tip-toe, kept just before the point of choking. But if she relaxed her posture or tried to move, she would start to hang. Astardo stripped quickly and took several loud, large breaths. "I hope the hounds got you in the mood, put," he growled. Her lithe young body shone in the searing light of the bulb, glistening as she struggled to remain on her toes. Coming up from behind, Stardom seized her hips, and pushed up hard and painfully into her battered pussy. "Feel good, gringo?" He started to fuck her, each thrust tipping her off-balance and throttling her. Moro took up the camera again and resumed fighting, impatiently waiting for his own turn. The shock and bolts flying into her body made Natasha urinate on herself many times until her bladder was empty. It made her sweat what felt like gallons of water, and soon she found herself on top of a puddle. Her stamina, arrogance and free will kept her going much longer than they had ever seen before. Hopefully she had them impressed. When it was over, Natasha felt Moro lift her up by her arms before Stardom tied the chain around her neck and secured it cleverly with a padlock. Being pulled up on to her toes, her airways were blocked by the pulling before she was allowed to rest on her toes which remained broken. Natasha squirmed in an anguish with her hands and feet now free. Her glistening body full of sweat glimmered because of the light bulb above and her toes tip toed in the puddle made from her body fluids. Up above in her mouth, her jaw was aching as it was made to stay open because of the gag. She was sure it would lock, although she wasn't sure if that was possible. When Stardom walked around her after stripping, the agent felt his hands on her hips before thrusting himself deeply in to her pussy where he would fuck her. Holding out her hands, she tried to reach out for him but couldn't. They just kept falling back down because of the bolts which had passed through her muscles. After a long period of abstinence Stardom suddenly felt himself released like an exploding dam. Natasha's body was wet and firm in his callused grip, her breasts hard yet yielding to his molesting gropes. Holding a fistful of her wet matted hair in one hand, he grabbed her clawing fingers with the other as she tried to reach back to him. Twisting one of them back violently it broke with a loud snap. Cackling in delight at her choked screams, he thrust deep and hard into her smooth little snatch. He knew exactly how it make it hurt, and hurt Natasha in a place she had never known existed. Every muscle in his body strained, and he furiously fucked her, determined to break her inside. Moro grabbed Natasha's hands from the front as they flailed about, and following his bosses' lead he quickly broke all fingers and both her thumbs as easily as if he was snapping branches off a twig. The dogs were barking wildly at the noise, driven to madness by the stink of Natasha's sex and a furious desire to mount her again. He slapped her face again roughly, then landed several hard blows direct into her solar plexus. Checking to make sure the camera was angled properly to catch everything, he punched her in the face three times in rapid succession, ultimately breaking her nose and releasing a small but strong stream of bright scarlet blood streaking over her lips and chin and dripping onto her tits. Reaching around to undo the O-ring, Moro pulled it free and threw it aside. "You ready to beg now, put?" he said softly. Whilst continuing to fuck her, Natasha's breathing began to get harder as he pulled on her hair, making her neck grasp tighter within the chains. When he took a hold of her arm and broke it, she let out a loud groan, much bigger than when he snapped her fingers. Her arm now rested by her side but not for long as Moro came over and held both arms up and snapped each finger. When the O-ring was removed from her mouth, her screams became louder as she was still in pain. It caused a determination to grow inside of her now and she wasn't going to take any more bullshit. The blows to her face were hard, making her nose break and causing her eyes to shut almost due to instant swelling. Pulling on the chain, she couldn't move because Stardom had his hands on her hips, holding her close as he was fucking her slit. Waiting for his grip to loosen, she mustered all the strength she had and lifted herself up, pulling tightly on the chain. She was suffocating now as her legs were in the air, but they managed to tightly wrap around Moro's neck. With her thighs clenching his throat, the chain around her neck was now loose and Natasha managed to pull it from the roof, although it caused so much agony to her fingers. As the chain dropped she used her one good arm and whipped it across Stardom's face with a fierce lash. The man she was sitting on now was growing weak and fell to his knees. He was dead, and Stardom was going to get the same treatment. Thankfully the dogs were on their chains still and couldn't harm her, but she didn't to take any chances so picked up the rod the man had used and shocked each one to death. Now holding it the best she could, she was squaring up to Stardom who seemed to be recovering from his lashing. Lost in a total reverie of overconfidence, Moro and Stardom were caught completely off guard by Natasha's savage counterattack. Even as she screamed loudly in obvious plan she still managed to outclass them both, and the shock of that was almost as stunning as the suddenness of her assault. The lash of the chain snapped Stardom right across the bridge of his nose, blinding him and sending him rending backwards before sagging to his knees. His pants were still loose, his flaccid cock dangling as he staggered. Meanwhile, Moro fought desperately for his cruel and depraved life as Natasha crushed his neck between her steel thighs. He dug his fingers into them firmly but was helpless to fight back. With a loud sharp snap his wiry neck broke, and he collapsed into a heap onto the concrete floor. The dogs went berserk at the sight, bark viciously and straining so hard their chains were starting to pull out from the concrete wall. Astardo frantically tried to collect his thoughts. The whole game had suddenly changed, and he was utterly unprepared for it. He felt like a blade had been slashed across his face, and his eyes burned as his tried to make out blurry images. Fumbling as he tried to get his trousers back up, he listened in terror to the screams and howls he could hear over the roar of the dogs. There seemed to be something almost supernatural about this woman, and he began to feel panic surge through him. The barks of the dogs were slowly drowning as Natasha had shocked them with the rod, pulsing volts in to their bodies until they died. It brought a silence to the room, so still that the birds from the trees outside could be heard nesting and tweeting. The red head didn't say anything to him, instead she limped around him in a circle, covering him and making sure he couldn't get away. Stopping by the door, she wasn't going to allow him to escape, he was going to die now, die today for what he had done to her. Fuck the mission she thought, she couldn't care less about it anymore. She was going to abuse Stardom so bad that his body wouldn't be recognizable. It wasn't going to be humane either. Edging closely to the man who seemed to be blinded by the lashing across his face Natasha stabbed the rob through in to his leg, hitting an artery. Blood squirted out of his leg as he lay on the floor in agony as the electricity coursed through his body. Given how limp her fingers were now she couldn't mold them in to fists. She was like a cripple now at the moment, and she would remain that way with each second she didn't get help. Lifting the rod up from his leg, the woman realized she was limited in the torture she could apply. Stardom tried to harness the mad energy that was racing through him. Every instinct he had was screaming at him to escape, and get away from this demonic woman. The fright and urgency he had felt during the earlier firefight was nothing compared to the pounding panic that rang his head like a bell. The maddening noise of the dogs roaring was brought to an abrupt end as they slumped dead, and Stardom could hear the sound of his own ragged, struggling breaths. Looking over he saw the prone and broken of Moro and felt a sense of utter dread. The explosion of agony through his leg was something he could never have conceived of. But the initial pain was nothing compared to the blinding, burning shock of the electricity. He could feel it trace all the way up the bone and explode inside him. Bleeding freely, Stardom spasmed and thrashed about on the stone floor, trying to pull himself up. Struggling to focus through the mind-blanking agony he was looking desperately for a weapon to fight back with. Slumping herself over to the table of torture devices, Natasha saw her gun which they had taken from her. She had one good finger, one which wasn't broken well. Placing the trigger against it and holding the gun at the man, she started to talk. "This is for the wax" she mumbled from her bruised face. Firing the gun, it landed in his knee cap, making it shatter in to a million pieces. "This is for the dogs" Shooting his other knee cap now, that to split into many pieces." The rod" she said, shooting his arm where his elbow was. "The FUCKING!" His other elbow broken by the bullet. Walking steadily up to him, she pressed the gun against his forehead, watching his eyes whimpering with tears and pain. "My nightmare!" Shooting his skull, he slumped to the floor dead like his friend. Natasha then fell to the floor herself crying. She didn't believe that anyone would break her, humiliate her the way she was today. Crawling over to the table, she saw the camera which they had been filming on, and she started to shoot at it to destroy any evidence of what happened to her. Reaching in to Stardom's pocket now she dialed the agency, calling the mission in and urgent medical care. Despite all she had gone through, she still got the job done. Laying on the floor, she looked up at the ceiling and remembered all the pain she was feeling. Her sudden rush of adrenaline in killing both Moro and Stardom helped hide the anguish her body was feeling. Closing her eyes, Natasha slowly drift out of consciousness as the shock caught up with her.

Black Widow _ Assignment Colombia [DeRe & Celebstars]|rating:3.0

Reign of the Riders_ An Eragon-based Roleplay O_A!

Backstory:The people of Algeria have experienced a century of peace since the fall of Galbatorix at the hands of Eragon Shade slayer, Safer Bjartskular, and the rest of the Garden. Eragon left towards the end of the century with Safer, Arya, and Emerald, first allowing the land to repopulate with dragons, both chosen and wild. More bright steel has fallen among the forest of the Elves in what was the biggest meteor shower in history. Sightings of the legendary MER people have started to surface from sailors who swear they were about to go under when they were saved and from fishermen working on the lakes. Relationships with the Dwarves and Urals have declined as the two races feel more and more slighted. And to make matters worse, the Dragon rider Elders and their students have been going missing, only to turn up days later, nearly tortured and mutilated beyond recognition. Rumors that the culprit is searching for the eggs' hiding spot have started circulating among the remaining students, but they all know one thing for certain: dark days are ahead, dark days indeed. Skeletons:Dragon Riders:Username:Name:Age:Race: (Elves or Human)Sword: (Name, Color, Size, Design, etc.) Dragon: (Name, etc.) Rank: (student, Shut'tubal, Elder)Bio: (Dragon's personality, Rider's personality and past)Appearance: (Picture, or Description, though picture is preferable)Appearance (Dragon): same as aboveAppearance(Sword): same as above Any others:Username:Name:Age:Race: (Elves, Humans, Dwarves, Were cats, Urals, or MER)Weapon: (If applicable)Occupation: (Soldier, Archer, Magician, Witch, Sorcerer, or a Civilian Job)Bio: (Personality and History)Appearance: (Picture or Description, though picture is preferable)Rules:1. Follow Kenosha's Terms of Service and other rules.2. Don't God mod or auto-hit. If you use magic on someone, let them respond before saying it hit them, or better yet, letthemsay if it him them, so long as it's reasonably explained.3. What I say goes. I'm permitted to bend some things, but not all.4. If you have multiple characters, use multiple colors so we know which character it is.5. I don't care if you use first or third person, but please keep it the same throughout all your posts. Separate characters can use different narratives though.6. If you deem it necessary to post from your dragon's point of view, do so. It counts as your character. Just use a different color for the text.7. You can't post without first having been approved by me.8. If you have read these rules, put a :yes: in your pm. ---------- Profiles:Dragon Riders:Username: Safari DrakontasName: Tali Age: 12Race: Sword: Heavy, About 2½' long blade with roughly a 6” hilt, One-handed sword Dragon: Janeiro (spines are quite a bit larger than in the picture)Rank: Student Bio:Rider: Was born to abusive parents who eventually sold her into slavery for a quick buck to a land-dwelling slave-owner. Her slave master was worse than her parents. Taking the abuse one step further and committing it more often, it was especially bad if she made even the slightest mistake. He often raped her, or let others rape her for a price, in one of his many drunken stupors, and even when he wasn't drunk, he still did it. As a result, she has Autophobia and Agoraphobia. The fear of touch and sexual abuse, respectively. She's usually a timid, quiet thing, and is unusually kind for a person with her past. Dragon: Kind and gentle, but extremely protective of her Rider due to her past and slight frame. Gets along well with others, unless, of course, they threaten Tali. Tali and her share and unusually deep connection, even among Riders. Appearance:TaliAppearance(Dragon):JemaneroAppearance(Sword): Deep, bright amethyst blade with a bright pink scabbard. The amethyst in the pommel is hexagonal. The hilt guard is silver and roughly forms a heart pointing down towards the pommel. The hilt is covered in pure golden wire. When Tali says its name, purple lighting dances along the blade, which paralyzes an enemy if they're slashed. Username: Safari DrakontasName: JAI'garage: 20Race: Ravenswood: Ranchos, About 4' long blade with a foot long hilt, Two-handed sword Dragon: NykrosionRank: Shade Rider Bio:Rider: Was chosen by his dragon at the age of 13. When he finally started training with magic, he felt a nigh unquenchable thirst for power, one that led him to desert when he felt that they'd taught him all they were going to. He then engaged in Spirit study, learning enough to summon one of the most powerful spirits and subvert him. Now he is attempting to obtain the location of the dragon eggs, so that he may raise his own army, and the hiding place of the Lunar, so that he may obtain limitless power. Dragon: Started out like any other dragon, though a tad more temperamental than others. He was quickly subverted by his master, whom he has served well ever since. Appearance:JAI'karAppearance(Dragon):NykrosionAppearance(Sword): Dark crimson blade eerily similar to the color of blood, with a garnet colored scabbard. Black wire surrounds his hilt. It has a garnet for the pommel, and a black hilt guard. Quote: Username: Paramores1Fan Name: Calais Age: 13 Race: Human Sword: Aura, 2' long blade, hand-and-a-half sword Dragon: Airmail Rank: Student Bio: Dragon: Airmail is kind but fierce, she is very protective of Calais, doesn't get along with some people, has a very deep connection with Calais Rider: Calais is rather shy, she is kind but fierce like Airmail, She was abandoned by her parents when she was very young, She lived on her own and taught herself how to fight, she was ten when the dragon riders found her Appearance: Short black hair, rather pale, kinda chubby, wears pants w/ shirt and black boots, doesn't stand up completely straight, blue/green/gray eyes Appearance (Dragon): dark blue, looks kind of like Eragon's dragon but with a shorter neck and a longer snout, has silver eyes Appearance (Sword): dark blue about the color of the dragon, silver hilt, dark blue gem with silverfish swirls embedded in the hilt Quote: Username: Jadetiger70 Name: Zen Age: 26 Race: Elf Sword: Argent, About 3 1/2' long blade with a 6" hilt, Hand and a half sword Dragon: Levis Rank: Shut'tubal Bio: Rider: Zen was born to a prosperous, noble family. As such, he is well-trained in politics, negotiations, and dueling, often being sent on democratic missions. He is a tad spoiled due to his upbringing, sometimes commanding fellow Riders to do some menial task. Dragon: Patient, hard to get riled up, though he often takes a training match a little too far overboard, usually injuring his partner. Appearance: Zen Appearance (Dragon): Levis Appearance (Sword): The blade looks like it is made of pure silver, with a darker silver scabbard. The hilt is wrapped in black leather and a jagged piece of smoky quarts is located at the pommel. Quote: Username: Dino_RAW Name: Delay sol'TRI Age: 18 Race: elf Sword: Clarion Dragon: Lin aria Ni mar Rank: student Bio: Delay Sol'TRI had just turned 18 when her group of students were taken in for their normal studies as elves, such as defense or medicines, and so forth. Of course her people thought, that since she was the youngest, that she was the worst possible choice, since she was young and naive and still learning the even ways. Appearance: Delay Sol'TRI Appearance (Dragon): Lin aria Ni mar Appearance (Sword): crystal bladed sword, sharp to the very touch. It parcel the very skin it comes in the lightest contact with. The hilt is silver witch a blue diamond on the end and towards the blade it skips into two sharp points, that are secondary [throwing] blades. Quote: Username: AkiraTepes Name: Ariana Cruz Age: 14 Race: Human Sword: Things, approx. 3’ long blade with an 8” hilt. One-handed sword. Dragon: Starlight Rank: Student Bio: Rider: Oddly enough, Ariana can’t remember anything of her own past, and she knows next to nothing about the dragon that apparently hatched while she was asleep. All she remembers is falling, and then waking up to find a small pale blue dragon resting on her chest. Everything from there is a mystery, something she hopes to remember, but has little clue where to start looking. Ariana is normally a very fiery-tempered young woman with a very strong and stubborn heart. Though after the loss of her memory, she is very soft-spoken and shy, and a bit unsure who she can and cannot trust. Dragon: Starlight is still a fairly young dragon, barely even a month old, so she herself knows next to nothing about her Rider, Ariana. Starlight, very much unlike her rider, is strong and brave, hardly ever fearing anything unless her Rider’s life is in danger. She is warm and caring, and a very cunning dragon at that, even for one so young. Appearance: Ariana Appearance (Dragon): Starlight Appearance (Sword): Things Others: Quote: Username: AkiraTepes Name: Ethos Age: Unknown (technically 300) Race: Shade Weapon: A seven-bladed sword named Morty. Occupation: Sorcerer Bio: Ethos was once known by the name Leon, and he had been a sorcerer or many trades. He knew many different types of magic; all except for one, the magic to summon and control spirits. As such, he went along and tried to summon spirits to bring under his control. They were too strong for him, and he became possessed by the malevolent spirits that forced themselves inside his body. Unlike most Shades, Ethos is particularly clever, and strays from any path that could get him killed. Sure he has many powerful forms of magic on his side, including the dark magic of a shade, yet he steers clear of any and all dragon riders that could potentially bring about his end. He has very little control over his own body, but Ethos still possesses a bit of mind left from his human half, Leon, whose personality is trapped within the Shade’s memories. Appearance: Ethos Glossary of Places:Major Cities:Guru'been- Human CapitalEllesmera- Even Capital One Area- Dragon Rider CapitalFarthen Due- Dwarves CapitalAberon- Humanism- Humans Leona- Humanitarian- DwarvishOrthiad- DwarvishGalfni- DwarvishOsilon- ElvenSilthrim- ElvenKirtan- ElvenVillages and Towns:Carvajal- HumanTherinsford- Humanist- HumanYazuac- HumanBullridge- Humanness- ElvenGlossary of the Ancient Language (Magic Only):Aura: Waterford nose raise var do Frey ELD horny: Let us be warded from listeners. Blothr: halt; stopBrakka Du vandals SEM huildarinsert name herein era!: Reduce the magic that holds insert name here and me! Brisingr: Iredell: EarthDraumr Kola: Dream stare; crying Spellman SEM or un lam it: Unite that arrow with my hand. Geuloth Du Knight: Dull the knife. Hljodhr: SilentJierda: Break; hitKalfis: CalfKodthr: CatchKveykva: LightningLetta: Stop. Letta Oriya thorn!: Stop those arrows! Losna Malaya it: Release my calves. Malthinae: to bind or hold in place; confine Moi: Changers Du aura: Raise the water. Risa: RiseSkolir: ShieldSkolir nose Frey rising!: Shield us from fire! Skoliro: ShieldedThrysta: Thrust; compressThrysta find: Compress the air. Waise Hall: Be healed. Vindr: Air***As you'll probably have trouble finding a character's picture in the fashion of Algeria, please use your imagination. Thank you!:)***Note: Follow the skeleton, not my characters. ((I'm starting this at the time when Tali gets chosen by her dragon. If your character is already a Dragon Rider, s/he could be helping with the ceremony or off training, to name a few possibilities. Also, if you have any questions about the MER, feel free to ask.)) Tali stood towards the front of the crowds in Guru'been for the selection of the newest Dragon Riders. The event only came around once every three years when the Elders came down from Dorm Area, the city of the Dragon Riders with about ten to twenty eggs, some of which didn't choose anyone. Good thing I'm up here, she thought, glancing back at the crowd, I don't think I could stand it being back there, knocked all over the place. She was slight of frame, reaching at about 5' and weighing in at about 60 lbs. She stood watching the Elders as they placed the eggs in a row on the table. The number of eggs was unusually low, having only seven on the table. After the eggs had been placed on the table, the Elders signaled the crowd to start coming up, two at a time, one on both sides of the platform. They were to walk by the table, laying a hand on the eggs and stopping when they felt something move. The Elders would then check the egg and the person, and deem them a match or not. Tali figured that she wasn't going to be chosen, but everyone in the crowd was to participate. She was one of the first few in line, about seventh from the front. As she waited, she saw people stop several times, only to be shooed away by the Elders. Eventually it was her turn, so up the stairs and across the platform she went, laying a hand on the dragon eggs and sliding it across, clearly not taking her time. She had just taken her hand off the last dragon in line, the furthest to the right, as she had been in the left line, when she felt compelled to stop and touch it again. The Elders muttered something under their breath, apparently peeved that another person was trying to get lucky, when their eyebrows shot up, and they broke into huge grins. The one, obviously the Head Elder, walked up to her, grabbed her arm, dragged her over to the front of the stage, and raised her arm above her head before she could comprehend what was happening. "We have the first of the newest Riders!" he shouted to the applause of the crowd, which died down when they heard Tali scream in terror and struggle to break free. He just looked at her oddly before complying with her wishes. He pointed over to an area set apart, and said, "That's an area where you can relax until the other Riders are chosen." She shakily made her way to the designated area, subconsciously grabbing the egg on her way. Calais waited anxiously in line to touch the dragon eggs. This was her first time to see if she would be chosen by an egg. When it was her turn to touch the eggs a smile spread across her face. She had been waiting for this for three years, since she was found by the dragon riders. Calais stepped up to the first egg, a red one, and lay her hand on it. She moved on quickly to the next egg. The second egg was dark blue and Calais stepped up to it. "This egg.... Feels different...." She placed both hands on it and felt a weird sensation. One of the elders walked over to her and smiled. "Our next dragon rider!" He yelled to the crowd and lifted her hand. A grin spread across Calais's face as she walked over to the area where new riders waited. There was another girl there that looked kind of freaked out. "Hi. I'm Calais." She said cheerily. ((Okay, quick question. From your post, I gather that Calais was essentially adopted by the Dragon Riders, is that right? I got a different impression from your profile, so that's why I'm asking.:)))Tali looked up when a new person came over. She had been absentmindedly stroking her egg, feeling the presence inside. "H-hey, I'm Tali," she stammered, standing, but not raising her hand, "I suppose you're a new Rider too. I didn't think I was going to get picked." She hoped the new arrival didn't expect her to shake hands. She shuddered, anticipating the worst as she awaited a response." Those blasted Elders!" JAI'car muttered angrily under his breath, cloak flapping in the wind, "Where do they hide those eggs!" He had just finished torturing another Rider who wouldn't tell him what he wanted to know. The man was still alive, barely. His student hadn't had the same fortune though, dying shortly after the first session. Maybe you can find out by following one of the Elders, Erosion stated simply, Or by gaining the trust of one of the new Riders. JAI'car was forced to admit that it was certainly a valid point. He looked out over the ceremony and saw too potential, unwitting accomplices. He jumped down from his rooftop perch and stealthily made his way across the courtyard to the two young women. ((Um yeah. Sorry. Haha.)) Calais smiled. "Nice to meet you." She giggled a bit. "I just knew I was going to be picked. I don't know how, but I did." Calais stroked her egg. "I love the color of my egg." She stared off into space. "I love the coloring of my egg, too," she said, clearly, though no louder or less timidly than before, glad to not have to worry about shaking hands. She looked up from her egg to see a tallish man striding purposefully towards them. "U-Umm, Cavalierly," she stammered, getting a bad vibe from the strange man, "I think we should get out of here. That man doesn't look too nice." As she finished, she pointed him out to Calais with her free hand. "You're right...." Calais said, looking suspiciously at the man. "But I think I'll confront him. I'm not scared of him. And he looks kind of familiar...." Calais said and laughed. "You go ahead. I'll catch up with you later." Tali looked back and forth between the man and Calais, before deciding that she would be lookout. She left and walked up to the platform, standing at the corner with the egg in her hands and looking back to where Calais was, ready to grab one of the Elders in case trouble started. Jai'car strode up to the remaining girl, not really caring that the other one had left. "Hello, Ma'am. I wish to congratulate you on becoming a new Rider," he said smoothly, "I wanted you to know that if you ever needed help, that I'm here for you. As you can see," and with this he removed his glove and showed her his palm, "I, too, was a Dragon Rider, but sadly, my dragon died from disease a few months ago. I didn't have the courage to show my face back at Regard, so I went into hiding. I couldn't help but notice your potential, so I decided that I would come over and offer my knowledge." "Nice to meet you. I'll keep that in mind." Calais said smoothly. Ulterior motives, perhaps? She thought to herself. "Say, you look familiar. Do I know you?" Calais asked curiously. "I don't believe so," JAI'car said, mentally cursing himself for leaving those wanted posters go unattended, "You probably recognize my twin's face. He's a wanted criminal, so he has his face plastered in every city." Smooth, Erosion stated in response to JAI'car's cover up. Shut up! He shouted back mentally, but on the outside he said, "How about we get to know each other over a cup of tea and a nice meal, hmm?" "That would be nice." Calais smiled. What is he up to? She wondered. "Shall be then?" Calais said, motioning for the man to lead the way. She winked at Tali as the passed her. ---------- ((I won't be on again until probably Sunday after tonight. Sorry.)) Tali shrugged, figuring that if he'd wanted to do something, he'd have done it by now. So she used something she had only used once a long time ago. She pushed him mentally entering the outer rim of his mind, only to find it completely surrounded with huge stone walls. She decided to see if she could gain entrance through his wall, but cried out in pain when he shoved back, harder than she had done to gain entrance. When her vision cleared, she was on her back, next to a puddle of vomit with the man's silhouette above her." Yes, I know the perfect inn to get a great meal cheap," he said as he started walking. He suddenly felt an unsure, and inexperienced presence in his mind. Impotent wench! He shouted mentally as he shoved her outside his mind and into hers. Outwardly, he ran back the way they came when he heard the cry of pain, past gawking individuals who didn't want to risk losing their place in line. "Are you okay?" he said, tapping her shoulder. Calais rushed over to Tali when she heard her cry out. "Oh my gosh! What happened?!? Are you okay?!?" Calais asked, holding out a hand to help Tali up. "Y-yeah, I-I should be okay," Tali coughed out, along with a bit more vomit, "I don't know what happened. All of a sudden I felt a sharp pain in my head and then everything went black for a few seconds." She had ignored the offered hand, struggling into a sitting position. The Elders had stopped the line from moving, calling for sanitation engineers to clean up the bile." Here, allow me to help," JAI'car said, putting his unloved hand above Tali's head, "Raise Hall!" A strange crimson light radiated from his hand onto her body, and she seemed to get better because of it. Smiling to himself, he sat back and waited for the girl to be ready to leave for the inn.((I'm getting off for the night. It's 2:00 am here, so 'night:).)) "You sure you're okay?" Calais asked with concern in her voice. "Well okay. If your sure." She said to the look on Tali's face. "Shall we be off?" Calais turned to the man and gave a small smile.((I won't be on again until probably Sunday. Sorry.)) "Yeah, I'm fine," Tali said, shooting a glare at the suspicious man, "Just a little shaken up." She continued to glare at the man who attacked her, then pretended to heal her. She looked around, noting the Elders' suspicious looks towards him as well, standing shakily and moving out of the way of the sanitation crew when they came over and told her to get out of the way so they could clean up. Furthermore, she continued over to the separate area, ignoring the gawking of the crowds." Yes we shall, milady," JAI'car said, striding through the crowd purposefully, playing every aspect of the gentleman. They eventually came to a small inn, easily recognizable by the ugly black scar on its roof. JAI'car held the door open for the girl before entering himself, finding a small table in the back corner. When the waiter came for their order, he ordered the roast beef stew with a glass of wine. He and the waiter then looked to Calais, waiting for her order. "Umm.... Just a glass of water. I'm not all that hungry." Calais said politely to the waiter when it was her turn to order. When the waiter walked away she turned to the man. "I'm Calais, by the way." She smiled and shook the man's hand.((M dad brought his laptop, so I'll be on some. Yay!!!)) JAI'car smiled, seeing that his plan of gaining trust was already well-off. "Greg," he said in response to Calais's introduction, proud of his on-the-spot thinking skills. He sat back after introductions had been made, asking, "So, what do you like to do?" as if he was just trying to start a conversation. "Well.... I like to sing. And I love to fight." Calais smiled a bit. "What's this guy up to?" She thought to herself. Just in case, Calais put up a mind block. "What about you?" She asked, putting interest in her voice. "Oh, I enjoy studying the arcane arts myself," JAI'car replied modestly, though truthfully, "I also dabble in swordsmanship and potion making." He continued smiling until his meal came, having to break it in order to eat. He ate precisely, not even letting one drop of stew fall outside the bowl. "What kind of fighting do you do? Ranged, melee, arcane?" he asked after he had finished his stew. "All kinds. I've been fending for myself since I was very young, so I've done all kinds of fighting." Calais smiled a bit and took a sip of her water. "I prefer things using a sword, but I'm rather good at archery." She looked at the table.((I won't be on again until tomorrow night, just letting you know. And sorry the post was so short, running off of about 5 hours of sleep.)) Zen stood, watching the massive line walk by. His job was pretty simple: make sure that nothing broke out in the line. It was a job that he hated, but you can't really say no to the Elders. He looked over his shoulder when he heard footsteps to see an Elder making his way over to him. "Zen, I have a new assignment for you," he said as he came to a stop, "We want you to make sure the new Dragon Rider, Tali, is okay and keep her company." "Really, that's the best you could come up with?" Zen asked incredulously, "I ask for a change in assignment, and you give me a babysitting job? Whatever." He finished as he saw the look on the Elder's face. He made his way over to the designated area irritable, showing his media Ignacio to anyone who stood in his way. Furthermore, he arrived and threw himself onto one of the chairs. Man, he thought sourly, sizing up the small girl, I don't even have Levis to talk to because he went hunting. [[Hey, since I didn't know that you were going to do the egg selection thingy Can you change my bio to where Delay didn't find her egg just yet?]] Delrya Sol'TRI walked over to the eggs. She was nervous, even though she didn't show it much, keeping her head held high, her steps measured and graceful, and she came to a shimmering silver egg, shining brightly in the light, and she touched it, feeling and instant connection with it and a slight smile pulled at the corners of her lips and she wondered where to go next. She looked at the elders, who nodded to her, before she walked towards where the other riders went and sighed, running her fingers through her hair. ((Sure, I can do that. Can you reapply the profile with the changes? I don't really know what you want it to say, so, yeah.:)))Tali looked up from her egg when she heard the footsteps of a person coming her way. From the look on his face, it seemed he was doing everything in his power to not stomp and shout. This was made even more obvious by the way he threw himself into one of the chairs. She heard the applause of the crowd and looked over to see an elf walking over towards the area, carrying a shining, silver egg. She seemed pretty nervous, though, thankfully she wasn't as angry as the man. Once the other girl had made it over, Tali stammered timidly, "H-hi, I'm Tali," and gave a small smile that seemed to light up her face." Hmm, archery isn't my strongest area," JAI'car said thoughtfully, "I was always better with dueling and magic." He smiled, appearing to be pleased about something, which an inner look at his mind revealed to be because his plan was going so well. "Do you have any family? On my way back to Du Weldenvarden, I could drop off a letter, or something." [[just areas the whole thing and say she was the youngest of her race and Uber Naive. XD too lazy to do that right now, since I just got done with my new RP, and it took for frigging ever! DX]] Delay looked over at her with a blank expression then offered her a kind smile. "Hello, I'm Delay Sol'TRI." she said in a silk smooth, yet slightly shy voice, and she looked back at the people who applauded her then back at Tali and hugged her egg gently, stroking the side of it as she did, wondering what her mother and father would tell her when they saw the egg, or the dragon, when she got home. "Yeah, well good for you both," Zen said in his sarcastic, condescending tone, "I'm Zen, so now that we all know each other, can you just sit down and leave me alone?" He really didn't want to come over here, he'd actually rather be policing the line than hanging out with newbies. Something wrong, Levis asked teasingly, You seem a bit angry. Thank God you're back, Levis he replied, outwardly perking up, I got stuck with the newbies. That's not so bad, is it? Levis replied, They seem pretty cute by human standards. Aww, just go back hunting, Zen replied, feeling a little heat rise to his cheeks. Don't need to for another couple of days, Levis stated, holding in his laughs, But I could use a nap, so I'll leave you be for a few hours. Thank you! Zen replied, closing his eyes and appearing to sleep himself. Calais looked down at the table. "My parents abandoned me when I was little...." She took a sip of water. "But could you maybe give a letter to my friend?" Calais pulled a folded piece of paper from her pocket. "I haven't seen her in a while. Her name is Hayley Marin." Calais set the piece of paper on the table and smiled sweetly. ((Hey guys, I was thinking about putting a list of the cities and such, as well as a glossary to the ancient language in here. Do you guys have any comments on that?))" Sure, I could do that," JAI'car lied, smiling to himself about the girl's naivety, "But I need to know where she lives first." He was beginning to enjoy the whole manipulation aspect of this mission. "And I'm sorry to hear about your family," he lied again, "I can only imagine what it felt like when they abandoned you." He had to continually resist the urge to feel her mind to understand what he should say and quiet any suspicion that she had about him, as doing so would ruin his entire plan. ((That would be nice. I haven't read the series in a while to I kinda forgot stuff.)) Calais smiled at the man's kindness. "Uh.... Last time I heard from her, she was living in a small inn just outside [making this up here] Marina." Calais said, straining to remember where her friend had lived. "What is this man up to?" She wondered to herself, strengthening the shield around her mind just in case. [[sounds cool to me. ]Delay glared at Zen and turned, walking away from him and hanging away from everyone else by herself, looking at the silver egg sadly. She sighed as she thought on things a bit then hugged the egg slightly. "Why did you have to pick me...?" she whispered to it, making it to where only, if the egg were listening, to here only it could heat her. She looked around at the people again, unable to keep the hate off her face when she looked at Zen. He'd already made her foe list. ((Hey guys, I got the Glossary of Places done, but I haven't got the Ancient Language done yet. I plan on doing that tomorrow as I have to get off now.:)))Tali just shrugged off Zen's anger like it was nothing. She's dealt with worse, so it didn't really bother her, though it seemed to bother Mrs. Sol'TRI. Tali was debating whether to get up and talk to her or not, second-guessing herself is what most people would call it. Making her decision, she stood up and walked over to where she was standing. "I-I w-wouldn't worry too much about him," she stammered timidly, feeling a bit scared at the look on her face, "There are worse people out there Mrs. Sol'TRI." At the mention of worse people, she shuddered, remembering her parents and her master and his friends. Jai'car shrugged innocently as he spoke, "I don't recall that particular place. Are you sure you're not talking about the Mountain of Maria?" He was glad that she hadn't heard of the horrible fire that had devastated the area, which he had caused. Her friend was probably dead, but he didn't really care. He had had no intention of delivering the letter in the first place. Delay smiled at her. "Call me Delay darling. And I know there are much, much worse people out there..." she said and pointed a Zen. "He wasn't worth my time, else I would have taught him a very valuable Sol'TRI Respect lesson!" she told the girl jokingly and giggled slightly. "And Calm yourself, take a deep breath, count to ten, it helps." she told the girl and looked around nervously. "Where are the other riders?" she asked. "I don't think so.... Could be, but I used to live with her and I don't remember living in that particular place...." Hayley trailed off, taking another sip of her water. "You think this man has ulterior motives?" A voice said in Hayley's head. She jumped a bit, spilling some of her water on her arm. Hayley blushed a bit and wiped up the water. ((Hey guys, I finished the Glossary of the Ancient Language, though I only used things for magic. I might add more things to it in the future as it is so far incomplete, as I only have Eldest.:)))"O-Okay, MIS-Delrya," Tali stammered quietly, catching herself before she finished with the "Miss" part, "What does counting to ten help with? Theirs only one other Rider, and she went off with this creepy guy." She looked back the way Calais had gone as she finished speaking, wishing her safety while she was around the man. "I'm really worried about her. The man just seemed wrong for some reason," she said leaving out the part about her blacking out after his attack. She could still smell the bile, but that was either her imagination or her sensitive sense of smell. I really hope that it's just my imagination, she thought, wrinkling her nose, Or, at the very least, that no one else can smell it." Something the matter?" JAI'car asked as Calais started, "About the village you're talking about, now that I think about it, I remember hearing that it was burned down by bandits, though I can't remember the exact date, or time frame." He called the waitress over for another glass of wine as he waited for a response, all the time suspecting something of interfering with his plan, and hiding a scowl by talking mentally with his dragon. "N-no. I'm fine. Just.... Felt something. The village burned down? That's so sad. I hope she got out of there." Calais took another sip of water. "I think this man is quite suspicious." The voice said in her head again. This time she acted as if nothing had happened but took the words into account. Delay frowned. "Creepy? In what ways?" she asked her curiously, standing and looking towards Zen. "If something's up shouldn't we tell him? Wouldn't he be able top help?" She asked and frowned, a nagging at the back of her mind told her something just wasn't right. "All the riders are supposed to be back here correct?" Delay asked and frowned at herself, feeling like she was prodding the poor girl a bit too much and got quiet again. "I can't really explain it," Tali explained apologetically, just a bit uncomfortable with all the questions, "He just feels wrong. He had a media Ignacio, but he didn't seem like any Dragon Rider I'd ever seen." She still left out the part about the mental attack, feeling ill at the thought of it." No, I hate to be the bearer of bad news," JAI'car said, apparently saddened by the girl's loss, but secretly relishing it, "But it happened in the middle of the night, and no survivors were found." He decided that he'd risk it and slipped into her mind, testing the defenses there. He was a master of the mind, having tortured many people by bringing their worst nightmares to life, which meant that he was subtle enough to test her defenses without ever raising an alarm. They were surprisingly strong for a human, especially one who had no experience in magic. He exited her mind and thought to himself, It would be so easy to slip past the holes in her mental walls and plant the trusting feelings, but that wouldn't be as fun. He entered her mind again, testing the various defenses, while waiting for her response. "Oh.... Well.... I'm going to stay positive and hope that she moved." Calais perked up a bit and took another swallow of water. "The man is testing your mental defenses." The voice in her head told her. Calais was startled by what the voice said. She worked up the defenses as much as she could without it being noticeable. "Wait, what!?" Zen said, popping out of his chair, "What did this man look like?" He knew he sounded aggressive, and from the look on the small girl's face, intimidating, but he needed to know what the man looked like. "Did he have a long cloak on? Blonde hair? Red demonic eyes?" he continued rapid-fire. If the answer was yes, he had to go after him right away, but if it was no, than it didn't mean anything. "Y-y-yeah, w-why?" Tali stammered timidly, seeming to shrink even more at the face that Zen was giving her, "T-they went to the G-golden C-castle inn." Jai'car was still inside Calais's mind when the voice warned her of what he was doing. He violently shoved the voice outside of her head, it's disappearing to quickly for him to locate the source. "I'm sorry," he lied, seeming to be apologizing, "I shouldn't have been testing your mental defenses like that. I haven't been the same concerning trust since my brother betrayed me. But I am surprised at how a human with no magical experience could build up such a strong defense. Care to explain?" "When I was younger my friend was concerned that I would run into someone that could do me harm in my travels. And I've been with the riders since I was ten. They've helped me strengthen it." Calais smiled a bit at that. "You shouldn't be giving him so much information." The voice said again. Calais realized that she should respond to the voice. "I know what I'm doing. I've been doing things like this since I was, oh, four." Calais smiled again and took the last sip of her water. JAI'car was actually in the girl's mind when he heard the voice again. He again pushed it out, but wasn't fast enough to do it before the message was delivered, or it escaped back to its source. He snarled mentally in frustration before going back to rooting through memories, feelings, thoughts, anything that would smoothen his plan. Zen ran towards the inn after telling the two newbies to stay put, shouting to Levis telepathically, Levis! Wake up and meet me at the Golden Castle inn! The fugitive is there! He pushed the mental connection out of the forefront of his mind, so that he could focus on getting there. As he was running a large shadow appeared above him and appeared to roll. A silver object fell down and clattered to the street noisily as civilians jumped out of the way. He grabbed it as he ran by, belting the sword to his hip. When he reached the inn, he had his dragon rest just outside, in the middle of the street. The people stayed a good distance away, wary that it wasn't tame. He barged inside, shouting, "JAI'car, you are under arrest for desertion and treason to the Order of the Riders! Stand and come quietly, or I'll be forced to use force!"((Hey Paramore, is this okay with you? If you wanted to do something specific, I understand and can edit the post:))) Calais felt something in her mind. She took the block and retracted it around things that would do harm if the man found them out. All of a sudden one of the dragon riders she had seen before burst into the inn. He said something about someone abandoning the order and told them to surrender. Calais grinned and pushed against the being in her mind, knowing it was the man.((That's completely fine. I had no idea what I was going to do. Haha.)) JAI'car felt the girl attempt to push him out at the same time that he heard the Dragon Rider shout for his arrest. He quickly shoved the girl with half the force that he had used to push the little girl earlier and stood. "Are you sure you want to face me, boy?" he shouted to the Dragon Rider, "I could kill you with a simple word." As he finished his threat, he drew his sword and called Erosion and said, We may have to beat a hasty retreat if he calls the Elders. Get into a position where we can escape easily. His dragon's outside, waiting for you and me to try to escape, Erosion replied sounding bored. Doesn't matter, just stay hidden and wait for me to speak to you again, JAI'car commanded and waited for his young opponent to react. Calais felt the man push back at her. She didn't feel much and she jumped up. She picked her backpack up and pulled out her sword. "You think you're so good, don't you?" Calais sneered at the man, JAI'car. She was standing behind him so she gestured to the rider at the door to make a move. JAI'car, the fugitive, seemed to be lost in thought, so Zen seized the opportunity and shouted, "Rising!" The room had cleared out, the people not wanting to be caught in a magician's duel, so he had no fear of hitting anyone, other than the girl behind JAI'car. He watched with satisfaction as the silver ball of flame shot towards his enemy. "Aura," JAI'car said simply, leaving the boy speechless as the fire fizzled out in midair. He seemed to be lost in thought, yes, but he was actually using the polished pewter mugs as a mirror to keep an eye on the girl behind him. He continued with a spell of his own, "Thrust find." As he finished the spell the air in front of him coalesced into a visible ball of compressed air and shot towards the boy. Calais slowly backed up when JAI'car was distracted a bit by making the magic. She climbed up on a chair and jumped at JAI'car. She slammed into his back with her feet, which knocked him over. Calais jumped up and rushed over to where the rider was. Zen felt himself get hit with what felt like a solid rock, though he knew it was just air. He had been thrown back into the wall, leaving a sizable dent as he fell away from it. He was gasping for air as the impact had knocked all the wind out of him. As he staggered to his feet, he said, "Thrust," as he also threw a handful of splinters from the wall at his enemy, making them fly so fast the air whizzed with movement. JAI'car saw the girl jump at him and let himself be knocked down, allowing himself the ability to roll up as Calais rushed over to the fallen boy. "Let us stop this foolishness with magic," he said, tauntingly, "Let us have a duel. Two on one sound good to you? It is obvious that I am the better magician, so the wise choice should be apparent." When he saw the shrapnel flying at him, he said, "Rising," nonchalantly, as if it were nothing. The shrapnel burnt up under the crimson flame, leaving a pile of ashes on the floor. "You can take him. I'll help you." The voice said again. Calais felt a rush in her body and grinned. "You're my dragon aren't you?" She asked back, just realizing that it probably was her dragon. Calais stood beside the dragon rider with her sword by her side. "Shall we? Or are we backing down?" She asked the rider earnestly. ((I don't mean to offend by saying this, and I hope you don't take it as offensive either, but the dragon has to hatch and grow a little before it can establish the mental connection. Could you make the voice a wandering benevolent spirit, or something? You wouldn't have to edit your post, we could come up with a scenario that allows her to realize her mistake. Thank you for understanding:))) ((Sorry. I'm not thinking straight today. But yea, I can do that. Ghosts are fun.)) "Yeah, we can take him. I'll get into big trouble if I don't try," Zen stated as he moved Argent in front of him, "Normally I wouldn't let you join in, but I won't be able to take him otherwise. Just don't get hit. He's an elf and one hit could kill you before you could even think about how much it hurt." Zen circled the traitor, trying to put him between them. He kept Argent in a defensive position, waiting for the fugitive to make his move. ((Thank you! Do you know what time Dino's usually on? She never seems to be on long enough to post.:)))JAI'car smirked as the boy warned the girl about his strength. He saw that the boy was trying to pin him between the two Dragon Riders and took his opportunity to lunge, followed by a back swing aimed at the girl. If he struck her, she was dead. If he missed, oh well. He danced about, mocking his opponents, giving off an aura of arrogance. Delay frowned and watched as Zen ran out, telling her and Tali to stay put and shook her head. "Well, I guess we know now why he was so creepy." she said in a rather bored voice and sighed. "I'm starving, and am I going to get something to eat. You can come or stay." she told Tali with a smile and walked towards a different inn.[[sorry family issues may be late on posting. =]] Calais dodged JAI'car's attack. She lifted her sword in front of her and glared at the man. She swung her sword around, intending to hit the man with the flat side of her blade. Zen sidestepped the lunge, intending to swing down at the man's exposed back, but was shocked when he swung back at the girl. He quickly tried to stop the swing, and was pleasantly surprised when she dodged the attack, even though he had failed in diverting it, and counterattacked to his exposed side. He quickly joined her, attacking the other side, compensating to make the attacks synchronized. JAI'car stepped back, laughing as the momentum would carry the two blades to meet each other instead of him. "That was a pretty rookie mistake, don't you think Shut'tubal?" he taunted as he swung to meet the girl's sword.((Hey Dino, I wanted to say thanks for the explanation and that I'll be praying for you.)) When JAI'car dodged out of the way of Calais's and the rider's attacks, Calais quickly pulled her sword to the side. It clanged against JAI'car's sword, and she took a step back. Calais swung at JAI'car after doing some quick calculations. If she swung her sword around as fast a could at chest height in JAI'car's direction she would hit his wrist. If he dodged she could swing it down and hit his knee. Calais swung the sword at JAI'car. JAI'car saw the girl's blade swing toward her, amazingly fast for a human. Seeing that she was trying to hit his wrist, he pulled his hand back so that it would hit his fist. He then swung his fist to meet the blade as hard as he could. The momentum of her swing would carry the blade into his fist, regardless of whether she tried to slow it down or not. Calais saw JAI'car move his hand back, but she didn't bother trying to stop her blade. She swung it forward, and it hit JAI'car's fist. She staggered back a step but recovered quickly. Furthermore, she looked over at the dragon rider, who must be planning something. Then she swung the blade down, aiming for JAI'car's knee. "YOU GO! GET HIM!" The voice said in her head again. But this time it wasn't entirely in her head. She looked just behind JAI'car and saw a shimmery form of a lady standing there. Calais was shocked by the ghost but continued her attack nonetheless.((Is that good for changing the voice?)) Zen jumped back when the girl's blade met his and promptly slipped on a puddle of ale that was emptied when a barrel shattered. He slammed his head on the floor and blacked out. When he came too, Calais was swinging at JAI'car, who was swinging the fist towards the blade, but was too woozy to say anything, or even sit up all the way. He just sat there, trying to recover his strength and hoping that the girl wouldn't get hurt. Calais pulled her sword back from the attack and swung at JAI'car's legs from a different angle. She noticed that the dragon rider was slumped over on the floor, barely conscious. "Careful!" The ghost said, and she realized that the voice hadn't been her dragon but the ghost. Calais smiled and continued with her attack. ((Yeah, that's great!:)))JAI'car frowned after the blade struck his fist. It had been a little too high, so all that happened to the blade was it got cracked. She had quickly recovered and was swinging towards his knee when he heard a voice, but he ignored it as he lifted his foot and stomped on the blade faster than the eye could see. He smiled evilly when he heard the familiar snap of human weapons as the top half of the blade went to the floor with his foot. "You see child?" he said tauntingly, "That's why elves don't use human made weapons. They're too fragile!" Tali stood outside the inn, second-guessing herself as usual. Did I really believe that I could make a difference? She asked herself, frustrated. The large silver dragon off to the side was kind of unsettling, but it seemed worried regardless. She felt a touch of panic when the sound of a struggle died down, believing that she was too late, only to have them pick up again before dying down. Levis stared at the girl outside the inn, obviously debating about entering. He needed her help to save his near unconscious Rider so he spoke to her mind. Child, he said, trying to imbue confidence, I need your help. My Rider is nearly unconscious inside, and I can't enter without possibly hurting someone on our side. Will you help? Calmly shrugged when JAI'car broke her sword and pulled out another one. "And that's why I'm smart enough to trick people. This is and even made blade." Calmly laughed and swung at JAI'car again. She intended to hit his arm, but decided that he would just dodge it. She quickly swung downward, going for his legs again. "There's no way that he can dodge this." The voice and Calais thought at the same time. Calais grinned and continued with her attack. "Did you happen to forget, child?" JAI'car laughed as he swung his blade down at her hilt faster than humanly possible, "I'm and elf, and you're a mere human! There's no way you can match my speed, even with the spirit's help." He felt the biting pain of her sword slicing his leg, but continued the attack nevertheless. Calais dropped her sword when JAI'car swung his at the hilt. "Yeah so? I've dueled with many different opponents, and with no help. And I'm not just a mere human." Calais laughed and ducked down to pick up her sword. She snatched it up and swung up at JAI'car again. "You're doing great! Keep it coming!" The ghost cheered. Delay snuck up behind JAI'car and had her silver blade swinging at the back of his neck and looked over at Calais. "Mind if I join in?" she called to the other girl.[[sorties if you don't want me interfering then ignore this post. Got bored... =/]] ((Lol. That's fine. I don't really care if other people interfere most of the time. Haha. [I be back after I go swimming]))"Not at all!" Calais said to the girl that had just walked in. She stopped her attack and swung again in a different direction. "Yeah! There you go!" The ghost cheered. JAI'car felt a new presence and said, "Solid," to create a shield to protect him in case of attack. He was proven right when he felt the faint sap in strength that came from such use. He whipped around, feinting his newest opponent, before jumping up and landing on Calais's blade. Furthermore, he turned around and yanked out a knife, which he threw at her hands, before jumping up and over the newest combatant. When he landed he swung at her, intending to lock blades as he saw that she was an elf." I'll help," Tali said quietly, though not timidly like before. She had made up her mind, and cast her fear aside as it would only get in the way. Risking being spotted, she snuck up to the window, before peeking in and examining the sight. She then crawled to the door and peered inside, plotting when the best time to attack would be. Delay swung around, her blade meeting his with small sparks showering to the floor before fading into nothing, and she glared at him then pushed back his sword roughly, with enough strength to made his hand move back before she swung in for the attack, aiming for his sword arm. JAI'car felt his hand move back and saw the girl attack again, aiming for his sword arm. He brought his sword back to meet the girls and held it, using enough force, that if the blade wasn't even, it would have been sliced through. Tali saw the man and Delay meet swords and decided to act. Hopping to her feet, she glanced back inside to make sure she hadn't been heard or spotted. Seeing that she hadn't, she stepped back to the street, turned around, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and charged the man, her small size giving her silent footsteps. She slammed into him, sending him sprawling with a look of shock on his face. Calais released her sword with one hand to catch the knife JAI'car threw at her. She caught it by the hilt with her free hand. She circles around JAI'car, who was facing the new girl. Furthermore, she threw the knife at JAI'car's legs. Furthermore, she gripped her sword tightly and raised it above her head. "You can do it sweetheart!" The ghost cheered. Calais froze, sword in midair. Suddenly she wasn't fighting the man, wasn't even herself.------ Calais began climbing the tree. She was almost up to the middle of the tree, but she was too short to reach the next branch. She jumped up and grabbed it to pull herself up. Furthermore, she climbed up onto the branch and scooted out towards the end. "Look mommy! I did I-" Calais screamed as she lost her balance. She fell off the branch but grabbed onto it. "Mommy! Daddy! I'm slipping! I can't hold on anymore!" She said, fear in her voice. "You can do it sweetheart!" Her mother yelled. ------"Calais! Get up! You have to protect yourself!" The ghost said. Calais faintly heard her and blinked open her eyes. She found herself on her knees on the ground of the destroyed inn. JAI'car was still facing the girl, who was swinging her blade at him. "M-mom?" Calais asked nervously. "Yes honey. Now get up! Help her!" The ghost, Calais's mom, cheered. Calais jumped up and picked her sword up from where she had dropped it. She turned around to swing at JAI'car only to find him on the ground under Tali. "Nice." Calais pulled Tali off of JAI'car. "Thanks for helping. Both of you." She smiled at Tali and the other girl.((Interesting twist I threw in, huh? XD)) ((Yes, but you may want to include mine and Dino's latest posts, or what happened in them, in your post. Don't mean to be a jerk, but your post is kind of off.:))) ((Sorry. My internet isn't working too well. I'll add something to it.)) ((Thank you!:)))"You would think me so easily defeated, child!" JAI'car roared as he stood, "I am a shade! There is no defeating me!" He was standing now, hands held above his head. "Machine!" he shouted and watched in satisfaction as he felt the familiar drain in strength that signaled that his magic had done the deed successfully and bound his opponents. Now the only way they could counter the magic would be to utter a counterspell, which only the elves would be able to do as the human and MER haven't gone through any Dragon Rider training. He walked up to the girl who had tackled him, smiling evilly the entire way. Tali felt the familiar surge of terror that came when anyone touched her and screamed accordingly until she was released. Fear came shortly after when the man stood back up and shouted, but it quickly turned to horror when she felt that she couldn't move anything below her head, except for to breathe and other vital functions. Full-blown panic was brought on when she was the man walking toward her with an evil smile on his face.((Pop quiz; does anybody know how the students discovered that they could do magic?)) [[update?]] "Brake Du vandals SEM builder era! Say it Calais!" Calais shook her head. "No mom. That wouldn't work. I'm human, he's elf." Calais muttered. She squirmed in the ropes and cursed under her breath.((Just redid most of it.)) ((Dino: JAI'car locked swords again with Delay, but was tackled by Tali shortly after. Then he cast a binding spell on the four of us, Calais, Zen, Delay, and Tali. Paramore: The spell would work, but you're not bound by ropes. It's magic, and if you were to cast that spell, it would become a battle between JAI'car's reserve of strength and yours, as evidenced by when Promise does the same to Eragon, one that would only end in death, as he's an elf, has a dragon to strengthen him, and has spirits as he is a shade. Very nice manipulation of the spell though.:))) ((Lol. Okefenokee. I can change it if you like.))((Buddy-bye time. XD)) [[Ok, there are some words that aren't in the glossary, so I'm just going to make a few up. XD will put translate with it. Promise.]] Delrya glare at him, focusing her magic in her mind.' Brakka Du vandals SEM builder Tali, Zen, Calaily, Delay un era.' she thought and looked at JAI'are, the strength slowly draining from her as her magic did its work. ((That would be much appreciated. Thank you!:) Dino, what words aren't on there? I recognize all the words that you posted.))" You never learn to do you, child?" JAI'car said condescendingly, "I know more than you do. You can't possibly defeat me in a magical duel. I doubt you even know one of the words of death." He felt the strain on his strength as the even girl pushed against his magic. He completely started using the spirits he'd subverted to supply his strength. "It would have been better for you to have ridden yourself from the spell and then knocked me unconscious, or at the very least, used a spell that didn't pit your strength against mine." He turned away from the even girl, commanding the spirits to maintain the magic and went back to the MER girl. He entered the girl's mind, planning to use the even ability to instinctively know another being's name in the ancient language, but was surprised when he felt the immediate build-up of defense. "If one didn't know better, child, they'd mistakenly assume that you'd had training," he said before ramming down the wall. Tali felt the same fear as before when the man looked at her. Her fear only intensified as she felt him enter her mind. "P-p-please, p-please," she stammered as she built up her defenses, tears streaming down her face. When she felt her wall go down, she almost collapsed, barely hanging on to consciousness. [[going to bed]] Calais struggled against the ropes that bound her. "LET. ME. GO!" Calais screamed at JAI'car. "Calm down sweetie. Say this. Lorna era Frey Du vandals SEM build era." Calais's mother said to her. Calais relaxed and took a deep breath. "Lorna era Frey Du vandals SEM build era." Calais felt herself being released from the magic and picked up her sword. She walked over to JAI'car and swung her sword at him, aiming for his arm.((I hope that's okay with you. If not I can change it.)) ((You're not being held by ropes. It's magic, but any spell that doesn't combat you against his strength would work as an attack. That's why I mentioned it in JAI'car's most recent post. Spells don't require motion, except for to say them, so that's why it would work.:))) ((Uh.... That completely confused me. But whatever. Just pretend that my character thought there were ropes. IDK. I keep getting confused. Which isn't very hard. Your ppl can just figure out what I meant. Haha, XD)) ((If you edit it with the spirit telling her this spell, it would work. The spell is, "Lorna era Frey Du vandals SEM build era," which translates to, "Release me from the magic that holds me," or you could include everybody by putting their names and UN before era. That way you're not going against his strength, only having the magic perform a command.:))) ((Okay. I changed it. Sorry for the trouble. I get confused sometimes. Haha, XD)) ((Thank you for your cooperation. And I get the confusion, but if you ask, I may be able to clear it up.:)))JAI'car felt the sting of Calais's blade and uttered a curse as the blood trickled down his arm. He quickly turned, yanking the MER girl in front of him, creating a human shield. He had been so close to learning the girl's true name, he had most of it, but Calais's attack had pulled him out of her mind. Placing his hand over the wound, he muttered, "Raise Hall," and waited for the magic to heal him. Afterward, he stuck his arm out from under the MER girl and muttered, "Thrust find," which created a ball of visible, solid air that shot out towards Calais. [[Safari: I was going to make something up. And I'm going to have to quit the RP. I just can't get into this one... I'm not trying to be rude or anything, but constant drama or a character that flaunts their powers to the extreme just irritates me. And please don't take this the wring way, isn't meant to be negative. ;)]] ((I'm not good at asking questions. I just do things and fix it if I mess up. Haha, XD))Calais stopped from attacking because JAI'car had one of the girls in front of him. "Okay. You win." She said to JAI'car, dropping her sword. "J-just l-let go of her." Calais stammered, gesturing to the girl. "Calais! What are you doing?" Calais's mother said. "Keeping my friend from getting hurt." She thought.((Where's the person that plays the dragon rider?)) ((Okay guys, I've decided, with help from Dino, to include a link to a site where they have every word uttered in the books translated. You have to scroll down a bit, but here's the link:Ancient Language. Hope it helps.:))) ((that will help. Thanks.)) [[I can't find the right phrase for killing JAI'car's dragon, so I'll just use the word DEATH and you guys fill in the rest with whatever pops into mind when you read it]]Ferry growled an temper rose, finding that there may be no other way to keep her acquaintance from getting hurt, she did what she thought would be best. "DARTH!" she said, focusing her magic on his dragon, feeling the energy drain from her body as her magic ID it’s work, killing his dragon. Calais collapsed to the floor when she heard the other girl yell out something. "CALAIS!!" Calais's mother yelled out. ((Ok, I found the word for death. It's "and lat." I understand that you couldn't find it, the organization is a little screwy. It probably would have been better to list the translation alphabetically, followed by the word instead of the other way around.:roll:))JAI'car felt Erosion's agony and fell to the floor screaming. "Erosion, get out of there!" he shouted, both telepathically and physically, even though he knew it was too late. He felt the loss to his soul, but it was quickly overcome with sheer rage. As he was staggering back to his feet, he was about to utter the same word when he tripped on the girl he had used as a shield earlier. Deciding that revenge could wait to see another day, he rushed back to his feet and dashed outside as fast as he could, shouting the entire time, "Erosion, Erosion! Why?!" Tali felt the man move her, but she couldn't do anything about it bound as she was. She felt a surge of terror when she saw Calais in mid-swing, followed by relief when she stopped and dropped her sword. When she heard MIS-Delrya, she corrected herself, scream out a word she didn't recognize, she felt the bonds slip, and the sensation of falling. She tried telling her arms to catch her, but they didn't seem able to respond. She felt the man fall on her, only to hop up and dash off moments later. Furthermore, she continued trying to get up, barely being able to twitch her fingers, as her strength came back. Delay frowned and mutter a short apology to the dragon's soul than went over to her friends, checking them both for any major wounds then went over to Tali. "Are you ok Tali?" she asked worriedly and felt bad about killing a dragon, wondering if she'd done the right thing. Because even if a rider was tainted with greed or other bad things, the dragon could have been completely fine, and just doing what they always did and helping their riders, being loyal to them as the rider was the dragon. She sighed and shook her head. What will mother say about me now...? She wondered shamefully. Calais slowly sat up, her strength drained. "Y-you killed his dragon...." She mumbled. "Y-you did the right thing...." After a minute she struggled to her feet and shakily picked up her sword. "W-we should get b-back." Calais mumbled, not having the strength to talk properly. ((Hello? Anyone on?)) "Yes I did, and you need some rest." Delay said and smiled at her. "Did the elders ever tell us where we are to go to find a place to sleep?" she asked her and helped the girl, supporting her as she stood. "Food, drink and rest will do you good..." she mumbled more to herself than to Calais as she put on of the girl's arms over her shoulder. "Good point. But I need to grab my backpack." Calais looked around for her backpack and found it in the corner. "How'd it get over there?" She mumbled and shrugged. She went over and picked up her backpack. "Where should we go?" Calais asked the girl. Delay shrugged. "We'll see what place in the city is open." she said with a smile and looked at Tali and frowned. The girl was now unconscious, no doubt from stress, or maybe JAI'car had used some of her energy to fuel his magic. She didn't know, but she picked the girl up and looked at Calais. "I would help you walk but, unfortunately, I have to carry and Take care of Tali. It seems that she is unconscious and may be for a while." she said.[[Safari told me to make something where her char is unconscious for a while she's an away.]] (That's what I thought. I do that too when I'm away. Haha, XD) "That's fine. I should be able to walk." Calais said. "I'll get Tali's egg." Calais said, walking to where Tali had left her egg. She picked the egg up and went back over to Delay. "I'm ready. Lead the way." She said and gestured to the door. Delay nodded and smiled when she saw her egg was still tied to her hip and she walked to the door, kicking it open than walking out onto the streets and towards a DIFFERENT inn, where she saw other riders at, and walked in. "I'm going to take Tali to a room and call for a healer or something. You go ahead and go find something good to eat, I'll be there shortly." she assured than walked to the inn owner and talked with them for a moment before going upstairs with them[[going to go eat with my sis.]] "Okay." Calais said. She sat down at a table and ordered some food. She waited for Delay to come down. ((Just wanted to let you guys know that I'm back.:)))Tali twitched her fingers again, moving her hand just mere centimeters, and muttered, sounding terrified, "I-I c-can't feel anything but my fingers and head. I-I-I'm s-scared." She was glad for the lack of feeling when Delay picked her up, still barely containing a scream despite it. "C-can I have my egg back please?" she asked Calais timidly. [[YAY! WB! *hug* IDR if I had Delay tie the egg to her waist or not but just role with me. XD]]Delay nodded and untied the egg from her waist and handed it to the girl than lay her on a bed and got a few healers than went down the stairs to join Calais again, sitting at a table and ordering a salad and a cup of apple juice than waiting patiently for the meal. (WB! Finally! haha, XD) Calais fell asleep waiting for the food. She woke up because she fell over and hit her head. "Ow!" She complained and rubbed her head. The food came and she ate. She hurt all over but she didn't complain. "Is Tali okay?" She asked Delay. ((Thanks for the warm welcome guys!:) And Dino, just in case you didn't see it on Cassiopeia, is it okay for me to drag Ella back from the woods with Tali?)) Tali saw the healers come into the room and arrange themselves around her. One of them took hold of her hand, causing her to shriek rather loudly. The man dropped her hand, obviously startled, but didn't reach for it again. The lady next to her head muttered something in an odd language that felt familiar to Tali. Her hand started to glow a deep teal color, and she ran it over her body, thankfully without touching. Once she had done that several times, she sent one of her crew off to find Delay and summon her to the room. Ariana Cruz dull pain throbbed in the back of her mind, and she couldn't quite place where she felt it. What was worse was that her chest felt unusually heavy, and she was uncertain about why that could be. Slowly a pair of bright green eyes flashed open, and Ariana Cruz slowly started trying to move her aching body. Now that she was conscious she could feel that her head ached the most, but her chest was still very heavy. She tried to pull herself into a sitting position and nearly screamed when she saw a small pale blue shape resting there on her chest. She couldn't remember anything about her past when she tried to think on it, and she certainly didn't recognize the surrounding area, though she did recognize the fact that she was in the woods somewhere. Ever so slowly, Ariana reached over to the small pale blue baby dragon that was resting on top of her. She gave a start as the small creature lifted its head and stared at her with brilliant blue eyes. Her hand was hovering just inches away from the top of the dragon’s head, and she waited in wonder to see if it would go away on its own. Now she didn't know anything about dragons, or even about the world, any memories of it were hazy and distant; unreachable. Ariana watched in silence as the dragon moved its head and her fingers met the scaly skin. A sharp pain raced through her body and she wanted to cry out, but found her voice was frozen as her body seemed to be burning from the inside. She writhed in pain for several moments, causing the small dragon to fall to the ground beside her until she finally settled down, a dull ache throbbing through every bone in her body. Not even minutes later she felt a sort of warm, comforting feeling touching her mind and Ariana shied away from the feeling. It was a train of thought that wasn't her own and she wasn't sure what to expect. The dragon curled up by her side and just laid there again as Ariana lifted the hand that she had touched the dragon with. There, on her left hand was a silvery-white shape that seemed so natural and yet it wasn't. She was thoroughly freaked out by the most recent events, more so than she was about not having any memories. Had the dragon done something to her? What was that feeling in her mind? Ariana had no clue what to think about, but she could only start wondering who she was, and where she was supposed to be from. (I don't really have anything to post.... Was....) Delay sighed when the lady came to get her. Standing calmly, she joined her, walking towards Tali's room, not having had the chance to say anything much to Calais before she had to leave the table again. "What seems to be the matter?" she asked while walking to Tali's room.[[sure. Why not.]] ((Akira, you might want to continue your character by yourself until she interacts with some other characters.:) Only saying cause no one else is in the woods right now. And thanks Dino.:)))"Well, Mrs. Sol'TRI," the assistant said on the way, "We gather that she was attacked mentally. That seemed to be powerful enough to sever the connections between the brain and the nerves of the body. They're not technically active, they just work as conduits to the nerves further in her body. We used magic to begin waking them up, but they'll have to wake up on their own. Anything you can do to help stimulate them will speed the process, like poking the area, or moving it. Her fingers and toes are pretty much awake, though, so you don't have to worry about that." He opened the door and held it open for Delay before walking in. Tali was laying on the bed slowly bending and unbending her toes and fingers. She grimaced every few seconds from the pain that her awakening nerves were sending to her brain. When she saw Delay, a huge grin split her face and she said, "Delay, come on over!" [[just... er... Ok I'm just going to be honest, I half gave up on my own group RP because no matter how hard I tried I COULD NOT keep up. DX also, since Delay's not married yet, it'd be Ms.]] Delrya nodded, listening closely to what the healer was saying. No connection between the brain and the nerves? That sounded bad, almost bad enough to be completely painful when they woke. Delay was only glad that she'd gotten there in time before any worse damage could have been done to any of her new comrades. She walked in, seeing Tali wiggling her fingers was funny enough to crack a smile on the elf girl's face. "And do I have a choice?" Delay asked jokingly and walked over by the girl. "How are you feeling?" she asked. ((Sorry, I know how you feel about keeping up with the RP. For the longest time that was my problem too.:) And about the 'Mrs,' it's just one of those things that you get so used to saying, from school and such, that it's what you call every female by. At least for me. I know I still call teachers I know aren't married "Mrs.":lol:))"Pretty good," she said, grimacing again before continuing, "Though I wish it didn't hurt so much." The doctors were enjoying a nice drink at the table in the room, talking and laughing among themselves. Tali's egg was sitting on the stand next to her bed, sending a deep shade of amethyst reflection against the far wall. [[yeah so like, PM me all that happened to Tali in detail, so I know what to reply... v.v I fail... also do you do 1X1s?]] Daelrya wrinkled her nose. "I wish you knew how to backfire a spell." she said and burst into a fit of giggles. "Try lifting your knee... just... Humor me for a second ok?" she said. ((I've never done one, but I'd be willing to try it.:)))"I don't think it was a spell," Tali said with another grimace. "It seemed like he was in my head." She sort of zoned out for a second as she remembered how it felt when it happened and blinked several times when Delay asked her to lift her knee. She tried to lift her knee, as requested, but all she accomplished was getting her toes to wiggle a bit. [[alright. PM me when you get a chance.]] Delrya sighed and held back a laugh as she took her by the underside or her knee and gently, slowly lifted it. "Helping any? Does it hurt?" She asked, her voice trembling with the laughter she was holding back. ((Yeah, I know. I'm a little busy this week, so I may not be online a lot. )There was another tendril of thought touching her mind as Ariana watched the pale blue dragon stretch and then look around as if alarmed. She took that as a cue to get out of the area. She wasn't going to get much by sitting around waiting for her memory to come back. Ariana sighed as she grabbed the small pack that had been on the ground, and then she gently lifted the dragon up into her arms. There was no way she was going to let this thing wander on the forest floor if something bad was going to happen. Her body felt a little bit weak, but not enough that she was unable to walk. Well, it was time to start finding out who she was, where her memories lay hidden. ((Okay then, just making sure.:)))Tali closed her eyes and clenched her jaw shut, so much so that it was visible, when Delay touched her knee. She could feel it, and, as always, her autophobia set in. If she didn't have her jaw clamped down so well, she would have shrieked. As it was, she couldn't help letting a tiny scream out. When Delay asked if it hurt, even though it didn't, she just nodded, hoping that she would get the message and let go. Delay giggled. "I'm sorry, it's just you have to move as many parts of your body as you can so, maybe if I helped out, you'll get better sooner." Delay said and let go of her knee, letting it drop back to where it was. "I-I'm s-sorry," Tali apologized after Delay had let go and the terror that gripped her vanished. "I know you're just helping, it's just that I get terrified every time that somebody, anybody, touches me." She explained all of this, purposely staring at her knee. As she finished speaking, she looked up to gauge Delay's expression and waited for a response. Delays nodded and leaned back in her chair. "MMH... Interesting." she said with a slight shrug. "What's interesting?" Tali asked, curiosity showing in her bright amethyst eyes. She was rather glad that Delay didn't react negatively to the news of her fear. It would have only made her day worse if her new friend had made fun of her for it. Delay shrugged and stood. "I'm going to go eat and get some sleep..." she said and gave a slight nod in fare well and then went out of the room, going to get her salad, taking it to her room, eating it than getting ready to sleep. Tali had one of the doctor's place it in her lap, then dismissed them to the dining hall. Even when they left, one would stay to help her out. She started talking to her egg, trying to relieve some boredom. While she was talking, she felt an itch at the back of her head. She couldn't scratch it in her present condition, so just ignored it and continued talking to her egg, unaware that the itch wasn't physical, or that it came with a feeling similar to what she felt when JAI'car had entered her head. (oh Crayola! I missed a lot. Never got my email alert. Did where to come in. Someone help me?) ((Okay, well Akira is new, and hasn't made contact with any character yet. Delay got called up to hear Tali's diagnosis, where she learned that Tali's nerves were asleep and were having trouble waking up. Then she got a salad and went to sleep. Hope it helped and welcome back!:))) (Uhh.... That didn't really help, but thanks anyway. I won't be on except Mondays and Tuesdays and maybe some on the weekends because I don't have internet.) Calaily went to her room, laid her egg on the end of the bed, and fell asleep. (lol) Single yawned and looked around as she came to rise with the sun. Her and her dragon had been traveling for some time, seeking other Dragon riders and teachers to become better warriors for truth.~good morning, sleepy head, ~ came Aura Find's voice in the young water elf's mind." Good morning Aura, How is it looking to get to where the others are this morning?" she asked packing up her things and taking out some dried fish and bread for her morning meal.~Good, we should be able to make it to town before nightfall even with a headwind. I've already had my breakfast, there were several large gar in the lake nearby.~ The dragon smiled and fluffed her feathers and scales getting the lake water off. ((I'm going to attempt to jumpstart the thread with this next post, though it may fail terribly. :)))Tali awoke to a sharp pain in her leg, specifically under her knee. This would usually have been a bad thing, but, since she hadn't felt anything but her toes and fingers for the past several hours, it was quite the opposite. This did not, however, mean that she didn't cry out, which brought the doctor's aide running in, asking, "What is it milady?" in a panicked fashion. "Nothing," she mumbled before asking, "Hey, have you seen Calais?" "Yes, do you want to talk to her?" "Yeah, could you go see if she'd be willing to come and chat?" "Certainly, milady," he said with a bow before dashing out of the room. He quickly came across the door that he'd seen her go in and knocked firmly, calling, "Lady Calais? Lady Tali wishes to speak to you."((PS. Have any of you read the Mist born series by Brandon Sanderson, or the Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordan?))

Reign of the Riders_ An Eragon-based Roleplay O_A!|rating:3.0

Behind Enemy Lines ( Quinz128 x ravinwulf )

The place seemed so cramped to her. The various leather drapes that were set upon various numbers of sticks to set up make-shift shelters for the many people that worked around this area. It was certainly intuitive, but she would probably have gone completely insane in such conditions with barely any room to stretch out. Thankfully this would be a short time to be here, though she did dread having to duck into one of thesetentsto speak with the person who offered her plenty of silver to do a - seemingly - simple job. While she walked, the eyes and whispers that came because of her very presence. Not only was a dragon coming, but a female. Those in the know could tell just because of her size and color. Females were always green of scale in her species, it was just how it developed. Males could be red, gold, copper, blue or a scaleless gray in color, even some baring stripes, but the females, as she, only bore the green color of feminist. Not to mention, females did tend to be a bit larger than the males, with larger, more powerful flanks, which, even on female standards, she did seem to have the larger of some, which caused her to rock her large hips and cause her tail to sway a bit more to one side than the other. The marking was unmistakable to her, one so familiar with the various patterns of this world from the studies she had taken an interest in over the course of her travels. A pentagon with several points extended and a triangle up and down to make some kind of start within to mark the place of the commanded with the tent flap wide open and awaiting someone's entry. Herentry, no doubt. But she tried to peer inside first, greeting with a startled looking guardsman in a chain coif hopping in surprise. The two stared eye to eye for a brief moment, one contorted Ina look of fear with the other one contorted to curiosity before the dragon offered a grin saying, "Excuse me, I am expected." The soldier leaning back and saying, in response, "Y-Yes!" He's moving to the side, allowing the female to go in, wiggling her hips to carefully get within the tent without knocking down any of the supports. The commander within seemed to have been setting up a battle-board of some kind. It was as if a child's game board, with a grid upon it and some flags on sticks planted at various locations. She could guess what the point of this was, though it was still amusing to her. She came to the other side of the map - which she realized it was once she came closer - and stood up with her head tall, the horns that curled back behind her head nearly touching the top of the tent as she stood at attention, "Walmsley here, per the request for a dragon!" She spoke in a confident tone, wondering if the other one who was to be her partner in this endeavor was here already, giving a quick look to either side of her and back at the entrance to scan for a human out of uniform. The human to be her assistant was far sneaker than the dragon gave credit for, having slipped in right after her and walking to the map board her gave her haunches a nice little smack, being playful as he was. "Don here beautiful, you miss me somehow?" He stood there before the commander as he anticipated a long boring lecture, just ready to get his mission done, the dragon about the only thing good about being asked to go past the enemy lines The dragons spotted the human that slunk in before shifting at the slap he had of her. "Well, you're so small, it's hard not to miss you!" She decided to mock him a bit before gaining a grin before looking over to the commander as he cleared his throat. To get the attention of the two, "Try not to be too distracted now. You two are here for a job, and if you expect to get your payment we need to make sure you understand the right way to go about this!" He put his hands behind his back, circling the table and saying, "Now, it should be simple for you two. I admit the idea was not mine, but the points were persuasive. A dragon's flight make one able to get behind enemy lines easily, but we need to ingenuity, and hands, of a man." While the man was talking, looking over the map, Walmsley would move her mouth, rocking her head back and forth in a mocking way, while rolling her right foresaw before the commander looked up, and she stopped, "So, what is it you really want us to do?" She's clearing her throat before the commanded pointed down, "We need the information of what the enemies have. Your job will to go along this route and identify the base camps, how close to our borders they are, how strong their forces look, siege engines, supplies, anything you can get and return to us." He would trace a few unmarked pushpins with a piece of thread to show the route, "You will go up and around the main hills here and come back through here. Once you pass this part, we will have no contact. We're hoping your lack of affiliation will give you a better mask to travel." Once he stopped talking, and had set the route with pins and thread he looked up, the dragon lowering her head and looking over the map before saying, "How far is this? Nearly a day's full flight?" She's quirking a brow before the commander shook his head, "Depends on how fast you fly. This would be a few days travel just walking, and we just want information, so hours will pass, at least, once you cross our borders. Any other questions?" He's looking over to the human mercenary. Having been stifling a chuckle he shook his head in response to the inquiry to questions. "Seems simple enough, look for camps write down what we see ad then bring you the info. Probably be the easiest crowns I make this month, if not the most enjoyable." He turned to head back out the tent, already committing the route to memory as he did. Once out of earshot of the man he couldn't help but chuckle turning to face his new partner when she caught up with him. He pulled his hod back revealing a dirty blonde mop of hair that he obviously didn't spend time to care for as his JB required his focus. "Names Part, judging by the briefing, you and me are going to get along perfectly." The dragon would offer a nod, turning and leaving with the man that she was to be partnered with at the time. Her eyes shifted down to look to the man who was significantly shorter than her standing, it wasn't unusual though. Humans tended to be small, if not hearty and hard to get rid of at times. When he spoke his name, she lifted her head and said, "If you hadn't heard, I am Walmsley. Experienced dragon searching for easy coins." She's offering a toothy grin, which to one not familiar with dragons may see it as a threatening look. Rumors had always come about dragons, though, how they ate any metals they had and this could be a curious thing, since many seemed to just take what they want or fool some scared peasants into tribute or worship. One as a mercenary wasn't unheard of, of course, some felt it was more honest, and the dragons were as diverse as humans, if not more so, due to their solitary nature. A female, though, a Dame as some called them, was unusual to see, as they tended to be more secluded, or perhaps once a Drake, a male Dragon, claimed a Dame she stuck to the care of the caves and whelps. In either case, Walmsley would stop after a few steps, lifting a foreclaw and twirling it to the air. "You have experience as a rider, yes? You need the harness and saddle or are you cocky enough to go without?" She's giving him a stare, of if challenging him. Even her tone was a playful one that seemed to ask if he was good. "I have bare backed my fair share of dames in my time." he replied with the double Montana a big joke in the rider profession, some actually having performed said acts. He smiled as she made the gestures and seemed to know what to ask when it came to riders, but the young man was far from inexperienced as his age would lead to believe, and to prove a point of his own he gave a slight hop and stood almost levitating in the air as it seemed, least until further inspection. He was somehow balancing on the tip of a dagger." As you are sure to know Lady Walmsley, I am a cloud walker. A special sort of mage who focuses on flight with the dragon kind, and trust me when I say I am no slouch." As if to prove his point further he walked round behind her and with another small hop was standing on her tail tip. An odd sense sync it felt like a feather was balanced there, and not a full-grown human. "Means I could stand on your nose while you sleep, and the only thing to mark my prescience would be the smell of my shoes on your nostrils. "I am sure you have." Walmsley said, shaking her head, in an amused fashion as she stayed beside the human. "I admit, I was unaware you were such, and will reserve my judgement on your magics until I see it for myself. And -as if to make his point-the human would move around behind her, hopping upon her tail, causing her to question his ability to do that. It was certainly something she wasn't used to. And it would help with her maneuvering, without a doubt." Certainly impressive magic. I had never experienced a rider like that, though I had about three different ones in the sort time. All warrior-types, not mystical at all!" She said the last part, as if she was complaining, but the tone was such to know that it was meant as a joke. "But do try not to step on me when asleep. That is quite rude." She chuckled, before pausing, looking between him and the camp, "HRM... How many supplies do I need to be bogged with, however. I need some food and drink, and I am sure you'd like, at least, something to rest your head on." As he stood beside her once more and started off for the supply tend he shrugged and smiled. "Well i won't step on you, but you'll pardon if i don't bother with a be drool or anything to cumbersome for this mission. Less weight on you means better speed and maneuvering. " He smiled as he shrugged and then WTH a wide grin went on. "Personal i don't think we need more than two days of food and drink, but I have been wrong before so we need maybe five, and even a means of hunting should the need arise." As they reached the supply tent her broke off to FID a harness, pouches and a Rachel for her to army items in, as well as pack, bow and arrow for himself. These in hand he set to helping her put everything one so they could load up for the flight." "It is no big issue for me. Fresh meat does better to fill my flame bladder anyway. The juices, I think." Walmsley commented. If this man was so aware of dragons, he would know that, though powerful and fearsome creatures with materials as meat, scales, bone and blood that could be useful in alchemy, they were not really all that inherently magical. They stored decaying meat as fuel for fire in their throat. Their scales were kept healthy from eating various metals. Though the biggest question was how such a creature could get so much lift with their wings. The female would sway her hips to the side, as she waited for the human to go ahead and get the supplies he absolutely required, allowing him to pack them and set the harness upon her. Of course, she would shift the leather thing appropriately to keep it from digging into her or rubbing her scales wrong or restricting her movement. Once all seemed done, the dragons decided to inform the human, "I am sure we could get some more last minute supplies from the bordering outpost without employers here. For now, though, are you ready? Or getting intimidated by my figure?" The last part she asked teasingly, posing sideways with one of her forepaws up, and wings folded just so to give her a statuesque look. She was quite a bit bigger than any of the males he may have ridden before, and the fighting Dames were quite a rare breed, doubtful he even met one willing to fly to danger that didn't involve desperation or seeking a mate. He smiled as he finished getting the few items he felt would be needed for his personal pack. "Lady Walmsley, You are the dragon here so I will defer to you on the things we need and don't, after all, you will be the one flying us there." He chuckled as he looked at her striking a pose and had to shake his head before walking up and giving her rear a quick pinch. "I would be fearful of you were it not for the fact you have shown to be very friendly milady. But yes you have a very intimidating figure to many I am sure, me I am bashful to admit I find it attractive." The dame finished her adjustment of the strap before looking back to the human, smirking, "Well, I don't need that much. I am used to hunting for things on my own and I don't need to worry too much in the way of clothes nor weapons so if that is all you need, that is all I need." She nodded, before humming, tilting her head to him, offering a smirk, before saying, "And I am quite an attraction, aren't I?" She's nodding before side-stepping, and crouching down beside him, expecting him to settle upon her, not taking his compliment as anything more than mere banter, "We'll stop by the closest outpost, double-check our things there then head out. Remember, You're the one with human hands, so you're he one to write down the map and information." "Right then," he said as he noticed her stooping low, and he assumed she wanted to get going. He took a comfortable position for flight as he waited for her to take t the air, his hands gripping one of the strips as best he could. Once the man had mounted between her shoulders and wings before she spread out her large wing span, trying to determine if she was in a spot that she needn't worry about knocking anything over. She would then move back, crouching down before taking a few hasten steps and jumping up with her wings pushing down, causing to give her some lift. The dame would have managed to flap her wings a couple of times to get herself further before lifting her wings and getting into an updraft. Once the dragon and man managed to come up into the sky, Walmsley would start gliding through the air, speaking back as she glanced back, "How long have you been into this kind of work, Part, was it? And what caused you to do some... let's be frank, mercenary work?" "This kid of work? Not very long." he admitted as he looked at her and sitting as best he could with o saddle he smiled and rested a hand on her spin for balance. "But I saw a rider once, and he was quite nice enough to introduce me to the concept of flight with aid of a dragon, so I got right into the joys of it. As for the mercenary part I just decided why not make a living dog something fun. That and the beings I work with are certainly worth admiration." After a few minutes of flight he stew up on her back, the wind seeming to not even phase him as he balanced right between her shoulder blades. His own arms were outstretched as he took the did like a gliding bird, his own body not as aerodynamic, but still seeming one with the sky. While they flew, she listened closely despite the wind sheering past her ears to cause his voice to get lose in the sky, at times. She was able to gather what he said, though, shouting over the passing sky, "A dream caught, then? Learned the rider craft and went on. Surprised there are quite a few specialists. I know my kind work with humans on times for easy metals, but it seems a lot more than I thought, since I first started becoming dedicated. A lot of strutting Drakes, though, aren't there?" She's offering a laugh before continuing in a bit of silence. When Part decided to try standing, Walmsley was tempted to be evil. She grinned and then said, despite just flipping, "Be careful doing that. If I wanted to be a total evil Dame I could have just spun and flung you off rather easily." She unaware if he had any special tricks up his sleeve to keep him from falling. He didn't have his own feet harnessed, after all. He heard her words and smiled as she suddenly took a short stroll around her waist so now he stood upside down, feet till attached at her belt line, and seemingly as light as he had been earlier that day. Furthermore, he made a full circuit round her was before he was on her back again and after kneeling down and leaning forward so she would hear him talk right to her this time. "Yes, but you would need to kill me before you did, and i now you are not an evil dame." While he wandered about her in the air, she couldn't help but blink in astonishment. This man was like a spider attached to get scales. It was a bit disconcerting. But at the same time, it meant she didn't have to worry about him if she needed to maneuver in battles that could come, were they caught and questioned in the skyline. "Well, that is good to know your limitations, my partner!" She said in earnest, before doing a quick maneuver, like a corkscrew spiral, with her wings outstretch before shouting, "Just testing you!" Eventually, they would come to the bordering outpost, she's landing a bit from the tens before walking the rest of the way. She'd keep going with Part upon her back, or stop and let him off if he so chose, speaking, "So, I'll get my fill of food here before we trip to scan the lines and get my own drink. Once that is all settled we can get you any supplies needed, ink, parchment, all that, and we'll be ready to fly, yes?" Her corkscrew was a neat trick, not many could pull it off, and he bemusedly remained in his place. The flight seeming way to shot as they landed, and he decided to perch on her shoulder rather than get down. He smiled as he looked over the crowd of people here, the supplies not such an important thing to him right then. He was enjoying his mission way too much. "So, what d you plan to do when all this work is done?" While she walked onwards, she decided to entertain his question, "Well, a bit of rest, eat the rewards to keep my scales nice and up and look for the next job that is worth my time, perhaps. I have gotten used to traveling around. Sticking to a cave and waiting for a Drake to sing for me hardly seems a good use of my time." Once Walmsley talked of that, she lifted her head, and came to the side, speaking quickly to one of the Officers, informing of their job and demanding food and drink as a last request before heading to fulfill their contract. As it seemed in his duties to get her what she desired, he went off to gather what was needed, leaving the dragon and rider to wait, for now. "That a common thing then? A drake singing to a potential mate?" he inquired as he was still perched on her shoulders and with a smile ran a hand over her Callie scalp. "I don't see you being taken in by such a thing, or am I wrong I that assumption?" "HRM... Common, yes, but probably not what you expect." Walmsley said, in a thoughtful way. She would lift one of her forepaws as she moved to sit upon her haunches, "When I say Sing, it's more in the context of a Lifelong. It's a more prose, a poem, of one's entire life to the point they have. Traditionally, Drakes initiate his first few lines to see if she is interested and if so they share each others Life songs an... basically a union through understanding and sharing up such. Is traditional." "Now I am really curious. So are the boring males out there among dragons with songs no female is int?" he asked as he looked skywards deep in contemplation, his thoughts about the logical ways OG a dragon courtship like this. "That also said, another beings every tried wooing a dame?" "There will always be boring ones of any species, I am sure." Walmsley claimed, waiting for the meat, "I am not sure if there are some NONE would go for, maybe they just hadn't met..." She wiggled her jaw in consideration, sure the opposite was true, as there was never really a romantic male that seemed to go for her unique brand of lameness, but that wasn't what he asked. She did tilt her head, trying to look back at Part curiously with the question, though, "That... is an odd thing to ask. But to answer I have never heard of such. I doubt it would have worked, as the humans are small and only seem to be the ones to match such intellect. Plus, that would break some unspoken taboo would it not? As well as no life songs in other beings, as far as I know. Primary way to woo such a Dame." He shrugged as he remained where he was pulling a small loaf of bread from his pack and munching on it as he waited for her to get her fill, so they could head out. He had much to think on now, and maybe even more to think about for the future. Furthermore, he was liking this dragon already, and he had known her for less than a day, her humor a bit dry, but still likable. Once Walmsley got her food and devoured the meat and had her fill of water to feel reinvigorated, she would have proclaimed such, straightening up and informing that she was ready to go in a more animated way. Her legs would be firmly planted upon the ground, she's standing up straight, tail crooked slightly and wings out, "All right! It is time to get a job done!" Her energy was more than before, whether it was because she had a full belly or something else, who could know? Her eyes shifted towards Part as she motioned to the East with her head - the way they needed to go to scout - before asking him, "Are you ready to mount up and scribble some locations and arms, partner? Or need some more time?" "Well I have been patiently sitting on your back this whole time Walmsley, I think I am as ready as yourself if not more so." He replied as he shifted a little, bracing for take of and even puling a quill and parchment from his pack in preparation for the task at hand. "Faster we are done, the faster we get paid." The Dame would curl her neck around so she could fully see the man still upon her back before saying, "You're easy to forget up there. I'm tempted to be fearful of that." She said in a dry humorless tone before she pushed all her legs out in an awkward way before saying, "But that time is not now! For now! We fly!" She's then doing a quick dash before hopping up and spreading her wings out fully. Within three beats of her powerful wings they were airborne and going high yet. The time had come where they were merely gliding upon the wind currents. Walmsley had her fore legs curled under her as a kitten with the scruff of its neck being held onto as she flew through the clouds, her eyes glancing down and around, trying to find where the closest of the enemy outpost was. So far she didn't see anything to mark military tents and unless Part didn't mention anything, she doubted he did as well. "A bit far for them to be worried, isn't it? Been a while flight and even forced marching would take hours at this point..." She commented to her partner before her golden eyes beheld something in the distance. "Oh, think that might be it? Seems a lot of wood up ahead..." He looked round same as he's looking for anything out of lace, tense, fell trees or smoke. He let out a long sigh as nothing seemed to be out of place, the least till he followed her gaze to the front, his eyes sang something as well. He shifted in the seat a bit as he relied his writing tinsel before thought occurred to him. "We should be cautious, they may have siege engines and weapons, ballistas and such used for taking out large targets at range." "If so they would still have a few more hours as, as far as I know, those things are not easy to travel with. Don't they normally build those in the field just before a strike? I mean, this is assumption, I'm not expert in human warfare..." She was just guessing from what would seem most effective to her. Lugging things like catapults and ballista seemed rather tiring for a long distance, but the wood on a cart would be easier to manage. At least she figured. She was flying a bit higher with her wings taking a bit of extra strain once they advanced. Her head lowered a bit, while looking over the makeshift wooden fence set up. It had several carts around a few campfires and some tents set up. It was, no doubt, an outpost of some kind. A recently built and non-permanent one with the way the fence was, at least. "You know where this is on that map of yours, right? Think it is a good idea to mark it..." Walmsley decided to add in for Part, sure he knew best but wanted to make sure. Part marked it on the map as he looked round for another outpost or even some sight of where they might be planning another. He was about to point the direction he thought when he noticed a Batista on the back line being operated into position aiming or the par of them. "Batista, on the ground, evasive maneuvers.!" "That's crazy. People wouldn't just aim for a random dragon in the sky that's needlessly An-" But before she finished her sentence she would flap her wings back to avoid the Batista bolt that flew rather close to her. Her eyes went wide as she flapped her wings, lowering her hind legs to try and hover in the air. "All right, that's not good." She shouted, looking down for the device that fired at her to check if a second load was happening. She shifted before diving and doing a downward arc to catch her wings back in an updraft after realizing a second shot was being prepared." So you were right!" Walmsley commented, as she flapped her wings to accelerate herself before moving forwards. "I think it was just a warning shot... But the second one won't be. Rather leave with nothing said, correct? We're much faster than any of their messengers between outposts, anyway, right, Part?" "Long as no magic is used then yes." He said as he clung to her back." Fly east, that should be the next out post." He etched in what he could in seconds his legs pinching round he as best he could. "East... East..." The Dame muttered under the wind, looking around the skyline before finding where the sun was heading and going the opposite way to head the correct direction. She would then fly silently, before saying, "Not sure how much I like these people firing first without warning... may be safer for them, but still. How rude!" She's offering a chuckle beneath the wind as she flapped onwards. A few long minutes would come, as she squinted onwards to the distance and said, :Way over there. That may be a supply line?" He was far less humored by this, it meat hey knew to watch the lies ND there was a chance that so would this supply train they were about to swoop over. He made a mark on the app as he looked round for anything out of place, especially hidden email weapons. When Part looked around himself for a quick look around, he would notice something in the distance behind himself and Walmsley. Squinting he may have noticed the speck in the distance was a bronze-scaled dragon. A male, then, as he knew females were all green, and the creature was adorned in a simple leather harness with a man atop it wielding a spear with several bags along his waist area. Walmsley seemed to not take notice of this, which wasn't a surprise, as he was still quite a distance away." Well, it seems less fortified as the other one. One catapult set up... Wonder why they are getting the siege weapons made so far from any kind of fortress..." Walmsley muttered, looking around the ground as she glided past it, her forelegs hugging to her chest. "Near some woods, too, I am almost one-hundred percent sure this is a supply line...." "Forget that now." He shouted over the rushing wind as he stowed his on and drew his bow and arrows. It took one focus, but he was able to stand and turn to face the one chasing them. "Looks like they aren't to happy with us being so close. They sent someone after us." "What?" Easily said, cocking her head back and looking behind her. She blinked and said, "Maybe... they're just a messenger?" The Dame asked, glancing to the man on her back before asking, "Should we engage them or just try retreating?" While the voice of the man trailing them shouted something lost in the distance. "Give me a quick decision, and I'll go." "I doubt he has good intentions, make a break for it." he said as he braced for her maneuvers, his feed finding what purchase he could as he looked right at the rider and dragon. "Right!" Walmsley said, flipping over in an awkward fashion that would have dropped a less skilled man than Part, as she was aware of his ability to stick to her like horse-glue, she didn't take it delicately. Her wings shot down, rotating to give her a burst of speed that made her propel forwards, but causing her to lose a bit of altitude. "Long as he isn't some warrior-rider we'll be fine, I'm sure." Walmsley said, as she blinked, hearing some kind of horn going off, "Okay, I don't like that kind of sound..." Part like it even less as he drew a bead on the other rider and tried to put an arrow in the man's throat. This mission had gone from difficult to Hall on the earth, and he was none to pleased. He was just happy she was smarter than most inexperienced dragon would be, and that she knew she didn't have to worry about him as they flew. He watched the arrow sail towards its target, before plonking off the man brow. "Silk, better put some speed on and fast. I think this guy is an iron hide rider, and I didn't bring with the right arrow for this." He was getting pissed now, if ta lived through this, he was asking 10 time what they had been offer, as iron hides were nothing to sneeze at, one would be enough to kill a squadron of riders on his own. Hell to such men would duel for days on ed before they would have a victor, and even then they often reached stalemates. "I don't even know what that means!" Walmsley said, flapping her wings for more speed as she shifted to the side. She never really encountered any supernatural magic users before. She heard of them, but they were, usually, few and far between. And now she had a rider on her and a rider on an opponent here in one day! This war must have been bigger than she thought of, originally! She'd definitely need to do more research next time she accepts a job. She was a bit distracted by the thoughts, at this point, and speed, she didn't realize how low she was going. Getting too far in range of archers that had come out and prepared their bows. Only when she heard the shout of, "FIRE!" As she passed did she notice the distance. A stream of arrows came, in which she spun in the similar corkscrew way she did to test him, so her profile was lower. But a lowered profile is still a body and several arrows hit her. Some bouncing off her healthy scales, though a few stuck in between the plates, causing her to roar out, and flap her wings for some lift. "Such'Ra, that hurts!" She shouted as she used her forefeet to grab the arrows protruding and pulling them out to let them drop to the ground as she managed to get some lift, but not without allowing the lancer on the dragon to get in close. Were it not for the Drake's negligence in announcing himself with battle-roar she'd have gotten stuck by the tip of the spear, which she barely dodges while leaning into the air-draft and causing her to shoot left quickly." Okay, he's close, that's not good! Can you shoot him!?" "Not him no, his skin is made to be like armor right now." he said as he aimed for the mount instead and tried to nail the dragon in the eye, narrowly missing as the shaft found a mark in his cheek, causing the beast to thrash and slow mid-flight. "Now is an excellent time to make good an escape if you got one planned silk." "You can still hit armor!" Walmsley proclaimed, as she flapped to try and gain some more lift, but it was getting quite tiring to exert the wings so much. After all, dragons depended mostly on riding currents, not flapping wildly the whole way. When she heard that the enemy was withdrawing, and she had a chance to escape she grinned, "Yep! Ride the current! Can get away within the Woods!" She's trying to not shout out too loudly, since sh didn't want to be followed too quickly. She would then let her wings out, lifting into the air, as she did, it seemed as if the other rider would get to following her and Part. Once it seemed as if the male was going to catch her in the rise, she attempted to do an aerial loop, flipping behind the rising dragon. With the upward force from the draft he was being carried upon and the downward force of her being out of it, she would let her forepaws out, dropping them to force his wings down, making him unbalanced. Walmsley was hopeful the enemy rider wasn't as sticky as Part, while the dragon lost a bit of control and turned upside down and lost altitude before righting himself and looking around disoriented. Walsila laughed in triumph as she shouted, "That will teach him to casement?" She's looking back, missing the launched boulder that had been mounted and fired from the only set-up catapult from the encampment they just passed over. "Ass." Part muttered as he saw the boulder and knew they could properly dodge it without crashing. He grabbed a hand hold where he could as he braced for what was to come. "What?" Walmsley asked, when Part just made the single comment. Without getting the warning, the bolder hit her in the side, causing her to scream in pain as her body spiraled downwards. Her wings trying to catch her but being rather ineffective, as she was a bit disoriented. She fell down into the forest's canopy, hitting through the hard branches with her massive weight, eventually tumbling down and hitting the ground with an extreme amount of force. Dirt and brush flew everywhere, causing her to be slightly buried in the settling aftermath of her crash. She was disoriented, now. Hurting. And didn't know where she was." G-Garet?" She muttered, wondering if he managed to hang on through all that, as she was sure anyone else would have been flung off, rather quickly. Maybe even when she got hit. She didn't even really know what hit it, but it hurt, it felt as if her body was stabbing itself repeatedly as she felt her two hearts beating heavily in worry. Walmsley shook her head, trying to get her senses back, trying to figure where she was, exactly. Right here." He groaned from under one of her wings, somehow having been dislodged from his perch, but still clinging like a tick. He grumbled as he struggled to his feet. "Sorry, there was no time for a warning, Guess they got some good siege engineers in their ranks, because I have never seen such accurate rock throwing.""Are you okay?" he asked helping to brush her off, his arm bruised, and batter, but his body seeming fine save for the pain he was feeling from a good twenty pounds landing right on his chest. The Dame winced as the wing was lifted so that he could get to his feet. When he let it from him, it slumped back to the ground without any attempt at keeping it up. She moved, slowly, trying to get to her feet, but she still felt dizzy, "Or... Lucky..." She muttered, blinking a few times, trying to take a step forwards, though she stumbled and found herself back on the ground. The whole of the time her right wing was extended, even though her left seemed to fold back on its own. "They're.... They might still be following us?" She asked, as he brushed her off, she's attempting - and succeeding - to stand up, this time, though her eyes were watering from the dust cloud, debris and pain. He shrugged as he rubbed his ribs where her wing had hit him and then looking at her, he was pretty sure they were not getting off the ground anytime soon. "I have no idea, but we need to get out of sight if they are. I don't fancy facing a mad dragon, and a man with skin like iron on the ground." He looked round seeing a possible spot to hide a distance off, a small dug out section of earth that might be some old hole in the ground. Walmsley would shake her head, attempting to get a cleared head, though it was hard, as she felt weak, a few of her scales torn off and she's bleeding at one spot, though it was a light trickle already stopping its flow. She stumbled forwards a bit before blinking, looking to the hole in the ground. A light sniff came as she muttered, "I smell water..." She's moving to the dug, almost distracted as she moved herself down, and attempted to use her forepaws to dig the hole out more... She winced, however, at the pain of moving in such a way, but she knew they needed to hide. "Great!" She let out, licking at her maw as her mouth was feeling dry already, "Find some... coverings, brush. I will dig this out, we can hide here for now... Right? I just need to be able to fit..." He was quick t find a few bows with leaves that he could use to cover the hole, making it seem less a hiding space and more the very ground that would be there over the spot. Once they were hidden away he did his best to tend her wounds in the cramped space as he sat there listening for anything that might be an enemy trying to locate them here. Walmsley would have dug, and dug and dug some more, widening the hole and pushing in, once it was wide enough. What she saw, eventually, was the small tunnel expanded to a larger one, which made her a bit concerned. There were more small tunnels that went off under the ground, and she sniffed at some and dug a bit further before Part managed to gather enough of the things. A chipped claw caused her to stop, when the tunnel's ground became more tough, she's having to do a bit of rock movement before she wondered how far she dug as there was a small water-well here. By the time Part followed the tunnel in, he would have seemed Walmsley with her head in the cool water, drinking some, her wounded wing dirty from the pushing in and clearly worse-for-wear. When he did try to touch it, her head light to look for him, "Sorry..." She would mutter to him, before shifting to a less cramped position. "Seems we have made a grave mistake, doesn't it?" "Still a live aren't we?" He asked as he gently folded her wing into its resting position and secured it with some rope. He tended the wounds on her sides guiding her to roll a bit so he could see her belly properly. "Doesn't mean there wasn't a mistake..." She replied, only to wince as he moved to folk her wing, the blood upon the joint more noticeable, with a whole slew of scales having been ripped off. She took a deep breath, holding it, as he secured it with the rope. "That is going to feel weird..." She muttered to herself, golden eyes shifting to look at the make-shift... what would it be? Sling? She just stared at it, as he went about trying to clean the wounds with the water that was discovered, blinking when he pushed her a bit, but followed him along, allowing him to see her underbelly. He would notice, though, that there were only a few scrapes and small non-deep marks on her stomach, nothing major like along her sides and, especially, her wing. He was unconcerned where the wounds were, just whether they were treated. Furthermore, he sighed as he worked fast to lessen the chance of infection or scaring on her beautiful form. Furthermore, he grumbled about the fact e had let his pride get them stuck here. They should have turned round when the firing started. Walmsley was silently staring to the water as Part did whatever it was he had been. She was silent, kind of feeling guilty of this. She was the transportation for Part, and now she'd just slow him down. If she was a horse she'd probably be shot and eaten. A low growl came from her before she sighed and looked up to him, "Listen, it may be best for you to head back. We took a bit of a detour and you humans are small and can hide easily, so maybe you should leave me here and report this to the man. Maybe you can get some of your Silver from it, at least. He shook his head as he heard her words before he settled in with her. "Won't matter how much silver they offer. I am not leaving another friend behind just because they tell me to." He yawned, the adrenaline finally draining and leaving him tired. Her placed a blanket beside her before settling in next to her warm body to take a nap. "Wake me in a few hours for night watch." "Friend?" She asked, staring at him before letting the thoughts go to 'another'. She stared at him before sighing out, "All right... But don't say I didn't warn you..." She let her head down, taking a few more drinks of water without moving too far, allowing Part to rest beside her, keeping himself against her. She was a bit afraid she might roll over and crush him, but that never happened. Walmsley did keep up for a long while, trying to stay up and feeling a bit better, since she got the water and the thorns and briars from her scales, thanks to Part's help. Walsila nudged at Part after a bit, speaking in a low voice, "I... Am I feeling tired... I... can I get some sleep, for myself?" SHe's figuring he may have had enough, she had been sitting awake for a long time. The young human was snoring after a bit seeming to cuddle up to her as the cool air of the cave left him shivering. Her shifted once or twice but never kicked or anything that could annoy her. Walmsley sighed as he seemed to not get up when she nudged at him, so decided to settle her head down, glancing about. She closed her eyes, figuring they were hidden quite well enough, that they didn'tneed watch. Her tail just curling around him, at the time, with her head settled over his form. He grunted ad groaned as he rolled a little in response to the way she rested against hm, hands reaching out to hug her when her head rested near him. He seemed to be sound asleep as he clung to her gently. The Dame slept rather soundly, curled around Part, even when he would wake up. Since he got a head-start on the sleep, no doubt, he would awaken first to do whatever he felt necessary at this point. Waking the next day, surprised he had slept through the night he looked round noticing her was hugging to the dragon as he shifted and rolled out of the bundle they had formed during the night. Part was easily able to slip from the dragon without disturbing her, especially since she seemed so exhausted from the impact. Her breath was slow, calm, not strained, so that was a good thing, though he may notice, the harness she had with supplies was mostly gone. Only a couple bags were left, and that was a spare set of clothes, a few water canteens and a small bit of rations, not enough to go for both of them for a full day, were he to look through them. The other bags must have been lost on the crash. Seeing as they had lost half their bags he loved for his bow, finding it a bit battered, but still workable. He set out intending to return with meals to last the next to days. It took a few hours, but after a good length of hunting and foraging he returned WTH three dead stags on a stretcher, dragging them to the hole, careful to not leave a trail of blood to their hiding spot. Through the hunting, Part may have noticed there were a few hunting parties around, as well. They were all human, not a sign of the dragon nor his rider in this case as he went through. He was lucky, though, as no one seemed to have noticed him, and he got away with quite a bit of food, though his dragging it to their hiding spot was slow. Once he goes there, he would be able to see Walmsley was awake, drinking some of the underground reservoir of water, dipping her entire head in. The Dame would lift her head and shake off water droplet before looking to Part offering a grin, "Oh? Look at this, you brought me dinner, how nice of you." She's speaking in a playful tone, despite the wing that still seemed to be nursed. She was polite, though, waiting for confirmation before attempting to rip open some stag to eat.

Behind Enemy Lines ( Quinz128 x ravinwulf )|rating:3.0

Rehab_institute official rp thread

Ruby Heights was built in eighteen ninety-two, it was run by Dr Samuel Roberts until he died in eighteen ninety-four he was ninety-two years old, little did he know that after his death Ruby heights would become abandoned but not for long because his son who was at least in his early seventies now would run the place until his son was old enough to have his own children. Ruby heights ran quite smoothly until Doctor Joseph Roberts died in nineteen ninety-one the year his granddaughter was born, the same year his son took over Ruby heights turning it into a very successful place for troubled teens to get help for drugs alcohol and many other issues. Little did Doctor Alistair Damien Roberts know that his daughter would be his very 1st patient only because she had developed an eating disorder after her parents divorce because she thought it was her fault, her mother was starting to worry about her so she sent her to Ruby heights for help, but Taylor was like her grandfather in many ways and just as stubborn. Ruby heights is one of the best Rehab clinics around it's been voted number one in the world only because it's known to cure all patients what ever issues they may be dealing with, the staff can be your best friend or worst nightmare it's up to you do as your told they're your best friend disobey them, and it's not pretty.​ Taylor sat in the social area with her legs bunched up underneath her, stared out the window. She’d skipped yet another meal, knew at some point she’d have to confront her father. It had been a few years since she’d been admitted, she had yet to actually see her father in his office. She was practically an heir to the rehab/institute because she was a Roberts, during phone hour she never talked to her mom just her little sister who was now in her mid-teens.“ This place is hell on earth, I hate it here.” She thought as she pulled at the scrub top that hung on her petite frame, it was mostly due to her illness, but she was trying to work up the courage to actually eat a full meal in the mess hall.@Gannameade Alistair finished his work-out because it was his routine. Sure it could have been considered OCD, but it kept him sane… for lack of a better term. He looked over his rolling green acre sanitarium. It was what it was! No one liked the term but in truth, it helped people get back on course to sanity. He prided himself on that. From the activities, the groups, the water, the various therapies. The place wasn’t cheap to those that could afford it, but they had a 99% success rate, so the waiting list was long, and they had donors so they could take those special cases that he thought simply needed to be here, mostly those that had…potential for some more than be leeches to society. One case, in particular, he was not happy to have been his own daughter, seems she had turned from a beautiful woman to an almost skinny waif of a child. ‘Eating disorder.’ He wanted to blame her mother, it was easy to point the finger and call her a bi…’ He couldn’t even call the greedy barracuda that.‘Cheating wench!’ He could dwell on it, simply because he didn’t want to swing. He wasn’t that open that he was willing to share, no matter how often they were together she still wanted more, and she got it! Furthermore, he had good enough lawyers so she got just enough to take care of his daughters, but no more. If she went over that, the girls would come to live with him. He would take care of his children, but that slut could rot in hell! He knew at some point he would at least have to see his baby girl, it wasn’t her fault he told them both but apparently, she refused to believe such a thing cause…she was here after all. He checked his schedule and sent out his morning memo to his staff and went to at least speak with his daughter. Furthermore, he loved her so, but too bad she didn’t see it that way. He made his way through the halls the staff were all familiar to him, and he knew them and all the patients by name and most of their families as well it was about that atmosphere it helps with the process. He watched her on the phone and waited until she got off then approached.“Good morning Taylor can we talk?” He asked politely. “ Hi dad... yeah I guess. “ Taylor put her phone away, sighed running her fingers through her hair. She didn’t get to see her father much after he’d left, but she had been told her mother was the reason they divorced, it frustrated her to the point of after being admitted to the institute she told her mom to go suck canal water. Wrapping her arms around her father’s waist she laid her head against his chest. “ Cassie misses you! I don’t want her to end up here like I did, apparently moms new boyfriend has been getting a little to touchy-feely. Cass’s words. She’s almost a senior in high school, has to deal with that backstabbing hoe....“ Rolling her eyes Taylor finally let go of her father, let him lead the way to his office. He wanted to cry but couldn’t but when she hugged him he felt all was right with the world. He loved his children, but the witch worked to keep him away from them. Furthermore, he had them for the summers, but they made…she made he excuses that it was too much to up root them every week. He kissed her head and hugged her tightly still. “I miss you both. Please tell me you both have been practicing the self-defense that I taught you. Taylor… I want you to take care of your sister when I go to jail ok?” The tone came out teasing, but she knew her father…or he hoped she did. He loved his children fiercely, and would make that man disappear.“Why are you here baby?” He was gentle with her, she was his princess, he didn’t want her here but at least here he could keep an eye on her, but he would rather have them at his home rather than his facility. “ Oh yeah we have, the guys gotten a few nutcrackers if you catch my drift. Why am I here? I’ve been here for six years, your just now asking that? I either skip meals all together or binge then throw up after I eat. It all started after the divorce, never got any better. When I’m upset I don’t want to eat, or I eat too much then feel disgusting. So I force myself to throw up.” Taylor said shaking her head wondering if her father was so focused on his other patients that he didn’t even remember why she was there. "Why babygirl? You don't have image issue. You just need a regular diet." He frowned he knew she was here it was more like holding on to a dream. "I am not going back to your mother and it was not your fault. When your sister tells me I reach out to the judge and get you both to my house...if that is what you want?" He asked. "I know you are here baby... I just think you are ok, but that is not something you should hold on to as your fault." “ She told me I was ugly once, thought I could lose some weight then denied she’d ever said it. Things just got out of hand, I think it’s because she wanted me out of her hair. Cass will be eighteen in a month, she was barely five when you left I was thirteen.... fucking thirteen! I’d cry myself to sleep every night just wanting my daddy, she thought I was childish for sleeping with the stuffed elephant you gave me. I brought it with me when I came but had to hide it.” Taylor said as she sighed, what she said was true she had video proof of her mother telling her she was ugly, needed to lose some weight. She couldn’t help that she was mixed, loved her heritage on both sides, but her mom was the opposite of her grandmothers who was a sweetheart. "I am sorry baby. You are beautiful, and I have and will always love you. I had good lawyers but weren't good enough. I can have you come living with me. But we need to get this probably under control." He didn't feel good about leaving his daughters, but he only got them in the summers, and he took care of them. "You can't believe her over me... I did my best to tell you I loved you every day. And I never said you couldn't call." He did feel bad, it was give the witch what she wanted or let her kill his dream. She was still here, and he was going to make the dream happen. He could bury her records to give her a clean slate, but he needed both of his daughters with him before he made the woman drown in debt by taking all of his money away. He had to wait a month unless he could get Cassie to come live with him sooner. "What have you eaten last?" “ I had a cereal bar and a banana at breakfast. But probably won’t eat lunch because I’m just not feeling like food would be a good idea. She wouldn’t let us call, said if she caught us FaceTiming or whatever she’d take our phones. I hate her I fucking hate her! She started drinking after you left, I mean like 4–5 glasses of wine a night or going to her little mixers or whatever. Coming home with a different guy every night, I’m pretty sure she’s an all around slut! “ Taylor said as she hugged her dad again she didn’t want to go back to her moms ever, although she was in her early twenties she’d always be her daddy’s baby girl. If she’d had a chance to say something when the divorce was finalized she would have chosen to live with her dad over her mom and taken her sister with her. She wasn't in a position to say anything, and he couldn't change things now. She was his baby, his other baby had been far more exposed, but she was more stable. He hugged her, he couldn't hug her anymore as he might kill her loving her so much. "We can make a few phone calls and get you moved in with me. But like I said baby we need you stable and out of here. No vomiting and no, not eating. I need you at your right weight as you are doing things to your body. I have a judge friend that might be able to get you both out of there...as soon as you get out of here." He hugged and kissed her forehead. "You have to be like everyone else and participate in group, so yes you to have to work the program...but if there is anything out of the ordinary you come to me!" “ Right, I’m trying... but it’s hard because I’m always upset or frustrated, maybe I’ve got depression I don’t know. The shrinks' mom sent me to couldn’t help, neither could regular doctors. I know you're a therapist dad, but you know me better than she ever will.” Taylor said as she chewed on her thumbnail it was a nervous habit, maybe being at the institute had triggered anxiety but then again she probably already had it, but her father was the one man she could trust so far. She had noticed a few guys one specifically was Aaron he just seemed like he had a lot to deal with too, she wanted to be there for him even though she hadn’t even spoken to him. "Which is why I don't mind you being here with the other patients, but I know you have to be careful, but also do the work. I am here for you, but you have to believe in you too. Can you do that for me babygirl?" He asked hold her face still feeling like a heel for not getting better lawyers. Now that the place was self-sustaining he was going to have the divorce re-opened and see about getting his daughters back so he didn't have to slap him a Bioitch! Adrian entered the social area, he scanned the room before spotting some people he had seen in hallways, offices, and the other nooks of this labyrinthine institution where he worked. He began to size up patients, making a veritable game out of his drive-by diagnoses. He wore a gray sweater and khakis, with a pair of loafers, and stood at around six and a half feet tall, hard to miss among the sea of patients in scrubs. Furthermore, he made eye contact with a few patients, as well as Alistair, and nodded briefly in acknowledgment. Aaron was outside working out. He was able to earn at least his iPad back. He was annoyed that he had to be here. It was apparently his parents last straw. He was just dealing with a few things and had a flashback, 'when some undercover booty muncher wanting to get all up in that!! He wasn’t having it. Furthermore, he snapped, he was pretty sure he broke his jaw, he didn’t want to hear that ‘I am sorry’ crap and if he couldn’t apologize he couldn’t stop that asswhuppin’ that was coming.' He continued his push-up fighting image of him punching the guy and the others pulling him off and attack them as well. It wasn't till the cops showed up, and he was tased that he came down. He stopped as his arms hurt, and he rolled over and leaned back against the tree, he was working out against. He pressed on the headphone he had in to turn the music up as he breathed to cool down.' He was pretty sure they were going to try to put him on some damned mood stabilizers or some crap. But he wasn’t taken that. He was fine, don’t touch me, I am fine. I didn’t ask you to touch me much less try to get your freak on because you are part of the Greek line! I am black…not really Greek! Especially not now! That definitely ruined his chances, his dad would be pissed! But whatever!!!’ He was till plagued by the thoughts that still roamed around in his head. After a long conversation with her father, grabbing something to eat from the staff lounge with his permission. Taylor walked outside, walked toward him. She’d seen him in group, thought he was pretty cool. “ I’m Taylor... are you okay?” The mixed skinned beauty asked as she knelt down in front of him, she knew what was like to be haunted by shit. What her father didn’t know was that one of her moms boyfriends had gotten physical with her, then being verbally abused by her mother. Her life was a mess, if her dad was able to get her out of the institute and her sister away from her mother life would be great.@Gannameade He turned over and looked at daddy's daughter. He knew after seeing her around...he asked hell. One look at her, and you would ask too!." Sup?" He turned over and leaned against the tree. 'He was wondering what fresh hell they were sending him too. Something was going to go wrong today, if he was sitting here facing the goddess. '"So what is on you mind?" He tapped the iPad to turn the music down. He was listening to Insane Clown Posse“ Nothing worth talking about you just looked like you could use a friend. “ Taylor hates talking about her issues when other people clearly had worse problems, she didn’t really participate in group because clearly she didn’t think her problems were anyone else’s business. She ran her fingers through her hair, looked him up and down then smiled. The brunette was twenty-three years old, had been at ruby heights for six years besides everyone thought she got special treatment cause her dad owned the place. He looked at her thinking. 'I could use a friend alright!' He could only dream of why she was here, but he didn't want to add to her issues. "Last I checked friends share. What's up with you beautiful?" He was truly thinking this place may not be the perfect place to find a lover, but he knew he also had issues with people that misused authority too. “ Just had a long conversation with my dad, he’s going to try getting me out of here. I’m worried about my little sister though. My mom’s a slut, there’s a lot of stuff my dad doesn’t know. I can’t tell him about the physical stuff my mom’s boyfriend did to me, he’d have a cow if I did.” Taylor said as she looked around chewing on her lower lip, wanted to just curl up in Aaron’s lap, but she didn’t want to overstep since they weren’t really dating. She didn’t know if she wanted a relationship though because she had so much emotional baggage it wasn’t funny, she didn’t want to be a burden. "He would have two cows if you didn't. Don't shut him out...it will hurt more than telling him I am sure. Can't be good for the ol' man's ego to have his baby girl in his facility?" He smirked, he was seeing she might have felt out of her element a bit." Do you mind if I hold you... I know we are not...an item or nuttin' but...you look like you could use a hug and I have been wanting to give you one for a while." He wasn't lying it was true he did, but that would be followed by some kissing, some more hugs. He would try anything more. Furthermore, he knew how he felt when people tried to push him, but he actually had a chance with a looker like this being locked up together. Otherwise, she wouldn't give him the time of day. “ No go ahead.” Taylor said smiling she’d been wanting to be held for a good while but was afraid to initiate anything because she was so afraid of rejection, she’d had a boyfriend, but after her mom practically forced her into rehab. She’d managed to finish school early because she had enough credits, collage was obviously an out-of-reach dream unless her father had something to say. She knew holding back wasn’t a good idea, she’d tell him soon enough but not right now. Feeling her in his arms was just what he needed and what he thought it would be. His arm went around her and his fingers through her hair. His fingers were gentle caressing her cheek. "Anytime you need one of this princess. I am available." He was still fighting the urge to kiss her. 'One day I am going to have a girlfriend just like this.' He thought She just felt so good in his arms. He wasn't thinking sexual as he was not sure why she was here, but she felt so comforting and warm. Adrian watched the two from afar, after the hardships he had seen there was something truly amazing about seeing two people, in perhaps the worst positions in life they could possibly be in find common care for one another. He sipped at a ceramic mug, laden with the tea which he carried about like a musician their instrument, and smiled slightly, before wandering back over to his office, where he prepared tiny paper cups in neat rows and columns, each filled with a unique, colorful assortment of pills, some of which were stimulants, some depressants, some stabilizers, and some anti-biotic. Taylor cuddled into him like she used to cuddle into her father when she was little before her mom ran him off, started bringing in an assortment of men to the house, she’d been fifteen when the physical abuse started, but it wasn’t like beating it was more sexual. She’d lost her virginity to a boy in school, now she was sitting in the lap of a fellow patient just like herself. The idea of kissing him had crossed her mind but more importantly she’d also thought about jumping his bones a few times, he was the only patient she could really relate too. Aaron found himself, holding on to her more tightly than he should have, finding his body reacting to her presence. Much like it had when he saw her, watched her walk in front of him, when they simply sat in group. Hence, he was bending over most of the time because of it or crossing his legs. As he held her though he found his hand moving up to caress her face, he knew she was more than attractive to her, but he would never want to press himself upon her, but he leaned down and let his lips caress her cheek till he reached her ear." Do you know how many times I have wanted you in my lap?" He breathed into her his hand moving to her neck and over her shoulder. He would let her decide right now how far they could go, but he knew his want of her was extremely high. Furthermore, he wouldn't press not knowing if her issue was with PTSD or other intimacy related issues. “ As long as I’ve wanted to do this maybe?” Taylor said placing her hands on both sides of his face, kissing him. She’d just made the second move, she was okay with that. The brunette liked Aaron, it seemed like they had a lot in common. Group therapy was definitely a good place to meet other people, she considered privileged because her father ran the place. Plus she was an heir to the place since it had belonged to her great-grandfather, grandfather plus she didn’t have any brothers only because her mother had been stupid by cheating on her father. @Gannameade ***********************************************Doctor Tracie Wild walked up to Adrian with her hands stuffed in her coat pocket. “ You know some of them aren’t even on medication right? Not questioning your methods since medicine is your specialty.” She said putting her hands up as a sign of surrender, she’d actually been a patient at the facility when she was younger. Besides with a last name like wild people immediately thought she wasn’t right in the head, it was the last name on her birth certificate not a joke. @CarolusRex1718 Aaron wanted to be suave and cool, but he ended up being a bit dorky as he wasn't trying to press, but when she kissed him all bets were off. She had been wanting to kiss him for a while. Truth be told he wanted more than a kiss, but she wasn't some trollop to be pounced, but he had to admit she had some lovely lips, and he tasted her slowly letting the kiss develop, his lips parting some to let his tongue graze against her own. She was right, he had been wanting to do this for a long time. Too long apparently because she wanted it too. He wished he could have been cooler as he missed these signs. Taylor kisses him back sliding her hand up under his shirt as she did so, broke the kiss just long enough to kiss his neck. She had wanted to be with him for quite some time but hadn’t had the courage to approach him until now, she nibbles on his ear a little. All she wondered was how she was going to tell her father about the things that had been done to her physically, she wasn’t afraid to go all the way with a boy so if making out with Aaron turned into something else then it did. Aaron's hand was on her buttocks, and he squeezed slowly, but caressed her neck as their tongue moved over one another. He was starving for her, he had been for some time, he initiated but somehow she easily took over. He didn't mind he just didn't expect it. A few looks, a glance and blush had turned into this, and he was finding he couldn't get enough of her. He didn't want to press her trauma was similar maybe, but different from what he guessed. She may have hinted around, but he didn't want to be that guy that she saw when she had nightmares. He wanted to be the guy...that put a smile on her face in and out of her dreams. He felt her kiss along his neck." I have...wanted you for a long time Taylor!" He admitted to her as he knew that particular truth already. He was sure she could feel his heard with her hand on his naked chest, and it was beating steadily with his desire for the woman. "Wild..." He said, acknowledging her with a smile, "I've been wondering where you spent your time." He chuckled, "I'm well aware, but there's a solid idea out there that just taking any pill in the first place sets you right." His voice carried a tone of tragic knowing - being well aware that many of the cases here may have been hopeless, and this place was little more than a storage locker for some of the residents - but at the same time one of contentment. His time at the facility hadn't been terrible, and the staff was all caked with tiredness, not one born of hopelessness but rather of rejuvenating fatigue, a mood which he hadn't been submerged in since his time in South Africa. “ In my office mostly. I don’t usually leave it unless I’m at home for the day. Haven’t had a day off in three-four months, as you know I don’t socialize with my coworkers. Why must you use my last name? It gives people a bad opinion of me, I hate it. Call me Tracie please! “ The blonde said as she gave the pharmacist a kiss on the cheek, smiled. She’d been at the hospital long enough to know that she had to keep everything professional, despite her age she’d had flings but had never had anything serious which is why she still had her maiden name. @CarolusRex1718 "Tracie..." He said, more so to himself as he turned her name over in his head a few times, "I think it fits you." He concluded, looking her in the eyes with a gaze of weary happiness, "then again," he began, "I think Wild fits you more, you've got the eyes like you earned that name." He finished, teasingly, as he turned back and finished up the small cups of prescriptions. A kettle began to boil elsewhere in his office and he quickly leapt over to it and turned off the hot plate which it sat upon. “ Well it most certainly do I’ll admit that, but I’m sure you’ve seen my record from when I was a patient here. You and your tea... I prefer coffee. Anyway I’ll be in my office, if you’d like to talk the door is always open.” Tracie smiled as she watched him jump over to his kettle as it whistled, made her way back to her office. She wasn’t the only female doctor but at same time she often felt like she was not that it bothered her, the blonde had been attracted to Adrian for quite some time, but she was also attracted to her boss. Walking into her office she closed the door, made herself another cup of coffee then sat down at her desk. @CarolusRex1718 Vince was being lead to the main area of facility after being checked in. For the time being they had made him remove his piercings and necklace, which he was fine with, but he made it abundantly clear that he was not leaving behind the pendant. Now in his patient scrubs, pendant safe in his pocket and feet safe from slipping in their special socks he glanced around at his newest 'home'. "Wow, these are the fanciest digs I have ever lived in. Guess this bastard is finally stepping up in the world. Just cost me my freedom for a while." He said with a low whistle and dark chuckle to the nurse escorting him. "Oh come on that was funny." He said when he didn't get a response from the nurse. Sighing and rolling his head around gave up trying to make small talk. Truth be told he was uncomfortable as fuck being behind locked doors. It just wasn't natural for him. Entering the social area Vince looked around and started to walk away when a firm hand caught him by the elbow. "Remember to follow all the rules and things will go smoothly here for you Mr. Spaulding." The nurse said eyeing Vince hard. "Rules? There are rules here?" He asked looking confused and slightly offended. Just as the nurse opened their mouth to speak Vince cut them off. "I'm fucking with you. I will break the bare minimum of rules to make your life easier, since you have already judged me to be of the rule breaking type." He snipped. "What was it? The tattoos? Piercings? Wait I know, it was my hair. NO! I GOT IT! It's because I don't have eyebrows. Can't trust a dude with now eyebrows. Makes it really hard to read our expressions isn't it?" He rapid fired off the reasons all the while staring the nurse down. Reaching up he scratched his head with a single finger as the nurse began to look uncomfortable and started to glance around for assistance. "Ya know, you are making me feel... Shit in my boots what's that word? Ahh, yeah. Triggered." He said dropping the aloof act with the last word his voice falling into a hard tone while his scratching finger imitated pulling a trigger beside his head. Turning and walking away Vince hoped he wasn't about to get tackled from behind and given an injection of something to 'calm' him as he walked straight backed to one of the couches. After a few minutes in her office alone with her coffee Doctor Wild was given the new patient memo over the intercom system between staff, stood up. Smoothing down the tails of her white jacket she picked up her cup of coffee, made her way down the hall to the social area. “ Hello Mr. Spaulding! I’m doctor Tracie Wild, it’s very nice to meet you. Ruby heights is a very good facility, we have a very good reputation for helping our patients.” The blonde extended her hand to him, sipped her coffee. She hated being welcome committee, but the head of the facility had family issues to deal with, she was pretty sure his daughter had run off to get friendly with another patient. That wasn’t as frowned upon as staff patient relationships were, she honestly hoped that this new patient didn’t think she was a meal. @Kosmik_Chaos Vince fought back a physical cringe at hearing himself called "Mr. Spaulding" again. Clenching his teeth he forced a smile and twisted his head to the side to greet the voice that most recently offended him causing his neck to pop loudly several times in the process. Spreading his lips to bear his teeth more than smile he looked at the proffered hand then followed it up with burning stare. When his eyes reached the face of the woman that spoke to him his grin spread even wider giving him a manic look with the combination of long braided facial hair, no eyebrows and a slicked back Mohawk. After holding eye contact with her for a long moment he made a point to look her from top to bottom and back up again before drawing his eyes back down her arm to her extended hand. He looked like the part of a predator eyeing its next kill. Reaching out slowly he took her hand in his, noticing the softness of her skin against the workers calluses on his own. Holding her hand in a firm, but not crushing grip he subtly pulled her closer, his grin still plastered on his face. "The pleasure is mine Doctor Wild. Though I would appreciate it if you called me Vince, or at least Vincent. I don't very well care much for the surname I carry." He said his eyes locked hard on hers. Still holding her hand in his unwavering grip his smile reformed into something more natural and less menacing. "I am sure this place is all kinds of peaches and cream Doc, otherwise I wouldn't have been pointed this way." Finally releasing her hand he let his body fall into a relaxed state almost as though nothing at all just happened. "So..." He trailed off looking her over once again, but this time not in a predatory fashion but in a way that gave the impression he was looking not only right through her but into her. A trick he picked up in his Carrie years. Learn to read a person so you can get the best results from them. Accepting his initial read he held back any comments or actions on it, another thing he picked up. Never act to quickly, but never miss an opportunity. He had a few feelings about this woman but since he was going to be here for a while he had time to wait and see what came of his first impressions. "... What can I do ya for Doc Wild?" he continued picking up from his trailed off beginning of the sentence? “ Vincent it is, that makes two of us. I don’t much care for my own last name, I just thought I’d welcome you since the headmaster or whatever you want to call him is dealing with family related stuff. “ Tracie said rubbing the back of her neck as she sipped her coffee, she wasn’t at all afraid of him. She didn’t scare easily, when he gave her the once over once again she placed a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. This wasn’t her first welcoming rodeo she’d been welcoming patients since she first started at the place, had been at ruby heights longer then most aside from her boss who had taken over after his own father had passed away. She remembered the old man he was a sweet old man, helped her through a lot of her issues. Looking at her, it was hard to tell she’d been a patient at the facility because only staff could look at her record, amazingly everything she as still on paper the place was efficient but had no computers aside from laptops and the computer room used to write emails or do school work for patients still in school or taking college classes. The bell on the doors dinged to alert the staff that a new patient had arrived, in walked a very scared seventeen-year-old. She held onto her duffel bag, signed in as a new patient. With her father being the head doctor/owner of the place she assumed he’d be the one welcoming her, she was given her wristband then told to wait for doctor Roberts. * Paging doctor Roberts* “a young girl is here, says she’s your daughter.” After her father was paged Cassie sat down, chewed on her lower lip. She’d paid for a bus ticket, knew she was only seven months shy of her eighteenth birthday and graduation, but she’d have her dad take care of everything. The young girl had basically run away just because she was tired of dealing with her mother, wanted her father granted he’d left when she was still young. @Gannameade Nodding at her a smile of approval spread on across his face as she stood her ground. This woman had Moby and he liked Moby. "Well I appreciate you understanding Doc. I will do my damnedest to remember to leave your last name out of conversation." Standing he looked the woman in her eye and mulled over his thoughts. "So question Doc, can I get a tour around the place? I was just dropped off at this couch and left to stare at the pretty walls. Not really something I am good at doing. I get...fidgety when I am still. That is unless you are not allowed or have other shit to deal with." He wasn't lying about getting fidgety. He was already feeling his skin crawl from being behind locked doors. His fingers drummed against his legs before he reached up and ran them through his hair. As he did so his fingers moved almost automatically binding his curls into a braid as they moved back. "While we are at it, you can share some info about this place. It's huge. Which about the only positive I can find about being locked in here." “ Come on I’ll give you a tour of the place. There’s a pool downstairs in the basement that hasn’t been used in a few years, a weight room. There’s also an outside area when it’s a nice day out, your room will be on the second floor. For the first six weeks you’ll be by yourself then moved to a double room once we establish that you're not a danger to yourself or others, you’ll room with another male patient. I think that covers it. “ Tracie said leading him to his room where he’d be staying after she showed him the cafeteria, various social areas of the place including the computer rooms. The blonde held onto her now empty coffee cup, sighed as she looked at her watch for the time. She’d been up all night because of a patient that was on suicide watch, had to be checked on every few hours. Vince cocked his eyebrow even if it was currently removed at the mentioned of an unused pool. He followed behind the woman taking note of where and what each place was. He failed to hold back a laugh ending up snorting when she mentioned him not being a danger to himself or others. "Sorry doc, but I'll always be a danger to myself. Unless an explosion, something falling from the sky or a rough semi take me out I am punching my own ticket. That's just how it is." He said being candid with her. He had no reason to not be, he was comfortable with the knowledge that outside of a freak accident suicide was his way out of life. Vince noticed her sigh and how she looked at her watch and shook his head slightly. "Why do you let them over work you?" He asked before he thought about what he was saying. That was something that had gotten him into trouble more times than a lot. "It's easy to see Doc that you are over worked, probably not underpaid, but still. How much help can you be to us if you are surviving off bad coffee and..." He paused and suddenly moved his face just inches from hers to look into her eyes. "... well that is good. At least you don't look like you are on drugs. Just caffeine far as I can tell." He stepped back. "I don't do the sleep thing very well, so if you ever need to catch a cat nap you can come give me someone on one therapy or some shit and take a nap while I make friends with the faces I can find in my ceiling." Turning away he threw up his hand with the metal horns raised. "I am guessing I will be given a schedule for groups and shit sometime. Till then, I'm going to get horizontal. You don't have to leave but again, I don't know what you got goin' on round here that is keeping you up all night and the head honcho doing 'family' things." Not turning back to face the admittedly attractive doctor Vince flopped onto the bed, almost half his body hanging off it and stared up at the ceiling. “ Well Vincent if that’s the case then I’ll make a note of it, you’ll stay in a single room. In any case lunch is at noon, I’m fine don’t worry about me. Actually the coffee isn’t bad I’ve got my own personal pot in my office. I’ll leave you to your nap, my door is always open.” Tracie said as she smiled at him, walked away heading back to her office. She’d heard the page for Doctor Roberts, shook her head he’d as she walked back into her office to make yet another cup of coffee. Taking a seat at her desk she put her hands behind her head, waited for the warm liquid to finish brewing. Vince closed his eyes and mentally cringed at what he said aloud and how Tracie took it. 'Hell, now I'm going to be on some kinda watch list. Stupid Jackass of the day award goes to me.' He chided himself internally. Flopping his head to the side he watched the doctor leave his room and considered her open invitation, if she did have access to decent coffee and her own personal supply he could see about getting a cup from her every so often if what the patients were served didn't suit him. Hell, he would probably do it just to have something to do. Staring out of his door for a while longer he let out a loud groan and wriggled about on his bed. He was already feeling antsy about being here just knowing he couldn't walk out if he wanted to. Getting up from the bed he decided to wander. Who knew what he could find to entertain himself. With that thought Vince left his room not caring about closing the door behind him and turning down the hall and walking with no set destination. This was turning out to be not the best start of days. He had seen his daughter so what could she have been up too. It had been since morning that he had seen her so what was. "Cassie?!? CASSIE. My God, what are you doing here?!?" He was more than happy to see her, but he didn't expect her here...he had one baby here already not both of them. He ran to her and scooped her up into his arms."Oh, baby...daddy missed you...so much!" He hugged her tightly, now he just had to put a hit out on their mother and her ass of a boyfriend. He was joking mentally.a little!! “ I had to get out of there.... he’s not nice.... The guy she’s with is a jerk, he’s not the only one daddy! She’s always bringing someone new home, treats me like her little slave. My grades were dropping, I couldn’t stay focused on my studies. It’s like I was being watched all the time, I told her it made me feel uncomfortable, but she didn’t care. So I checked myself into here so I could be with you! Please daddy don’t make me go back to her.” Cassie said as she hugged her father, held onto him like she never wanted to let go. She knew she’d always be his second baby because her sister was older, but she also knew she’d always be safe from her mother’s sick twisted ways of parenting, it was apparent by the way she spoke that she’d developed anxiety. @Gannameade Carrie walked down the halls with her hands stuffed in her pockets as she stared at the floor, didn’t watch where she was going. Before she could look up she fell on her ass, cursed under her breath then got up off the floor. “ Sorry I um... I’m Carrie or twitchy to some. You must be new...“ Fuck shit damn bitch! “ She said to herself obsessive cursing was one of her ticks, then there were the weird noises. Turrets was a very uncontrollable illness unless treated with the right medication, she’d been a patient at the institute since she was fourteen because her parents couldn’t handle her. Her head popped from side to side, her right eye twitched ever so slightly as she waited for him to shake her hand. She wasn’t afraid of much, liked meeting new patients who obviously needed help in less ways than she did. Pushing down the sleeve on her left arm she continued to hold her hand out to him, admired his tattoos. @Kosmik_Chaos Vince wandered for a while gaining familiarity with the halls. It really was a nice place he was in and despite his aversion to being in any type of confinement, perceived or otherwise, the place a big enough that he didn't fell all that trapped. Lolling his head around on his shoulders Vince was looking straight up at the ceiling when something hit him. He staggered back a step and looked down to see a rather cute girl on the floor picking herself up. Reaching out he took her hand in his and helped her up. "Not a problem Carrie, I was busy trying to see the stars through the ceiling, should have been watching where I was going instead." He said noting her twitching but saying nothing of it. Everyone here was for something after all. "Yeah I am new, just got in a little bit ago. I'm Vince by the by." He said still holding on her hand and watching as she looked at his tattoos. Finally letting go he flashed the girl a toothy smile that rode the line of friendly and demented. "So now that we have ran into each other and properly introduced ourselves time for me to be nosy." He said with a soft clap of his hands. "Where are you heading, and can I follow? I am bored, and I don't like being stuck inside places I cannot freely leave, so I am wandering to avoid anxiety." He spoke openly, not caring what anyone thought, he never had and didn't really see a reason to start now. @Shadow Wolf“ I was going outside... it’s quiet out there, I can relate to anxiety. Try having turrets syndrome, obsessive compulsive disorder. “ Carrie said as she ran her hand through her hair, cocked her head to the side twice again. She had been taken out of school, had to finish through the internet because her illness was a disruption to the education of her then peers then her parents sent her to the institute because they were tired of dealing with her. “ Bitch! Motherfucker!” The blonde blurted out, covered her mouth with her hands as she blushed. She hated her illness, was pretty sure she was the comedian of the hospital since some people/patients had found her illness amusing especially when they could see the cracked skin on her hand or he's bruising on her wrists from smacking them against the walls or the scars from using her own nails to cut herself. @Kosmik_Chaos Vince raised a hairless eyebrow in amusement at her outburst, and her rather cute reaction to it. Reaching out he gently took her hand from her face and smiled at her. "Nope." He said simply sliding his grip from her wrist to her hand holding it in his. "You don't get to cover up that cute smile round me." He said grinning. "Anyway, I am not real people, I am Carrie folk. You have a reason for your use of profanity. I just happen to speak vulgar as my first language." He said with a chuckle at his own little jab at himself. Keeping her hand in his he moved to stand beside her. "Okay then cutie pop, you were heading outside. I can deal with outside even if it is behind walls. So lead this silly bastard to the freshness of the outdoors." He threw his arm out pointing like a general or something before cocking his head to the side and flashing a smile. "Pretty fucking please." He added, a slight hint of desperation to be outside in his tone. @Shadow Wolf“ Okay follow me! “ Carrie said as she smiled at him, blushed she’d never felt accepted until now. When he removed her hands from her mouth, complimented her smile. She’d never been complimented before so she didn’t know what to say, his nickname for her even made her blush a little. Opening the door to the fenced in area she took a few deep breaths just to soak up the fresh air. “ So you're the first person to not laugh at me, or make fun of me for having turrets. I’m kind of stuck in the basement see the upper half is for those that need rehabilitated, the lower half i.e. the basement is for the crazy ones like me....“ She confessed as she sat down bringing her knees to her chest she rested her head on her arms as she wrapped them around her calves. “ Stupid dumb hoe fucking bitch.....“ Biting her lip as she looked up at him, blushed again then resting her head on her arms again as her neck clicked again. @Kosmik_Chaos Vince followed her and took in a deep breath of his own when he stepped out into the sun. "I have no reason to make fun of you for something you can't control, and again, I work for several years in a carnival. I am used to hearing random outbursts of profanity. Hell I do it myself." Vince let her sit and stood above her for a moment listening. "Huh, I wonder where I will end up then?" He asked the air tapping his lip. "I mean I am fucked in the head meat department." He admitted as he casually flipped himself upside down into a handstand. Taking a few shaky 'steps' with his hands he found his balance and steadied out. "I am also an alcoholic and have had a lifelong love affair with drugs, though I haven't been on most in a few years." Lifting his head up he looked at Carrie from his upside down position. "And then that nice Doctor lady told me because I am considered a threat to myself and possible others that I will staying in a solitary room instead of having a roommate." Vince tried to lower himself, but his arms started to shake. It had been a long time since he had done any of his acrobatics and thus collapsed into a heap before sprawling himself out spread eagle. Rolling his head to face her he smiled. "You know you blush a lot cutie pop. It's kinda really fucking adorable." @Shadow Wolf“ You can call me cutie pop all day! Doctor Tracie is a good doctor, yeah I’m a danger to myself too. Turrets with obsessive compulsive disorder can be a blast. I’ll show you my scars if I can touch your tattoos. There pretty awesome, actually.” Carrie said as she smiled, looked down at him. She ran her hand through her hair, pushed up her left sleeve. Along her arm from the wrist up was an exact Chris cross of scars from some of her most recent scratching incidents, there was a perfect scar right between her cleavage from the same incident. She didn’t do it to intentionally hurt hers it was a side effect of her illness, there weren’t enough mood relaxers in the pharmacy to calm her down. Sleeping for her was a nightmare because she’d twitch or flail around until she either slapped herself silly or fell out of bed, she’d been restrained one too many times to count because of it. @Kosmik_Chaos Vince thought it over for a moment then shrugged. "I see no harm in that deal." He said sitting up and sliding closer to her. He watched as she moved her sleeve to expose the scars on her arm. They were far more orderly than the ones he sported. He let his eyes wander from her arm, and he caught sight of the scar on her chest. Without a thought or hesitation he leaned forward and reached out and slipped his finger under the neck of her shirt pulling it down to further expose the scar. "How did you get them?" He asked looking from her chest back to her eyes, his finger still hooked in her shirt tugging it low. "They are very clean, not like any of mine." He said letting go of her shirt and sitting back. Again without hesitation or any sense of embarrassment he slid out of his shirt exposing his torso to her. He was covered from the shoulders down to waistband of his scrub bottoms, and it was clear the ink went further down. The vast majority of his tattoos were horror themed, accompanied by famous band mascots and logos and apparent random flare that fit none of the other ascetics of his tattoos. "I chose most of them." He said looking down at his chest. "Some of them I just told the artist to have fun after they were finished with what I wanted to be done and that's where some of the random ones come from." He said pointing out a zombie Fred Flintstones just below his rib cage on the left side. "Like this guy. I know who the character is, but I have never once seen an episode of the cartoon." @Shadow Wolf“ When you have OCD it’s not a matter of cutting to feel pain, it’s because I don’t use a razor blade or a knife. I use my nails... There still really cool, I like them. Fuck shit bitch motherfucker! “ She blurted out as she ran her fingers through her hair, smiled at him rubbing her lips together she tapped her nails on the table then chewed on her lower lip. This was probably the first time she’d been outside in months usually cause she had to be watched, it was mainly because she’d either start ticking out terrible or try to hurt herself which was never on purpose. She told one of the therapists that the voices in her head told her to do it, spent two weeks in isolation. The blonde was literally bouncing off the walls, laughing like a maniac it wasn’t fun though. @Kosmik_Chaos "We differ there cutie pop. I do it for the pain. It's about the only thing that keeps me grounded anymore." He admitted rubbing the back of his neck feeling the chaotic crosshatch of scars that were there. "Again, at least you have a legit reason to be doing the things you do, I'm just a human malfunction at best." He said with a grin. "So how long have you been in this place? You seem well-adjusted enough to life here. I've been here a couple of hours and I already feel like I need to crawl out of my skin." Slipping back into his shirt he didn't want her to get into trouble for something he did, and he wasn't sure the rules of him wandering about half dressed yet. That was something he needed to figure out soon he thought to himself as his mind took a moment to wander before snapping back to the moment. “ Since I was fourteen..... my parents tried therapists, doctors even an extensive amount of medications.... I was diagnosed with turrets when I was four years old, by the time I was fourteen they’d had enough, sent me here. I finished school from a computer, still graduated. When you’ve been here as long as I have you familiarize yourself with things. “ Carrie said as she sighed, chewed on her lower lip fighting the urge to fully tick out which would be slapping herself in the face or just smacking herself in general. She stood up, started pacing the patio with her hands behind her head as she counted each step smacking her fingers against her palms. The inability to sit still for long periods of time had kicked in, she needed to count each step as she paced back and forth. “ Fuck shit pussy! Bitch fuck that!” Her head popped from side to side on her hands as she began to tick out, whistled, or maybe it was a whimper like an animal but in full tick fits weird noises often escaped her lips. "Wow, so you have been here for a while then, I guess you would be familiar with the place. It's cool they let you finish school and shit. I was around that age when I stopped going and started wandering the streets." Vince watched as she chewed on her lip, idly wondering how they tasted. He watched her as she stood up and began pacing. He unabashedly checked her out as she paced nodding in approval at what he saw. She had a cute butt. Standing up he joined her in her pacing, saying nothing, just giving her silent companionship. "Anything that I can do to help you settle down cutie pop?" He finally asked not sure if he could help or not, but she was the first person he meet here that wasn't a coat. “ Yeah, right.... least I managed to get an education while locked up for being a few fries short of a happy meal. Maybe just hold me? “ Carrie asked as she ran her fingers through her hair, tried not to over stress herself by counting every step she took as she paced. She whistled, popped her head from side to side as her shoulders twitched it was a miracle she hadn’t given herself whiplash. The medication they were giving her was wearing off, she was on the verge of a full on tick fit. She couldn’t sit still for long periods of time, even just being outside caused her anxiety. Vince could relate to the desire to just have someone hold him. It was a deep-seeded thing that every person needed. "You got it cutie pop." He agreed as he stepped in front of her and wrapped her up in his arms squeezing her lightly to his chest. "Sometimes this is the best medicine you can get." He said into her hair, which he didn't fail to notice smelled nice. "There just isn't enough of this kinda healing left in the world anymore. Too many selfish people I think." He realized he was kind of rambling but didn't really care, it was nice to have this human contact, to be holding a pretty girl and knowing that she was being helped by him with such a simple gesture. Carrie felt comfortable in his embrace, with him just holding her she started to calm down quite a bit. She’d never truly known what it was like to be held because after she’d been diagnosed with turrets her parents were afraid they’d break her, she took a deep breath as she looked into his eyes letting herself get lost in them. Taking a few deep breaths she laid her head against his chest, just nestled into him wanting to kiss him, but she’d only just met him, he appeared a few years older than she was. @Kosmik_Chaos

Rehab_institute official rp thread|rating:4.0

No Strings Attached, Revenge of the Puppeteer (Darwishi and Kristen)

((~original)The theater was quiet now, his footsteps echoed as he moved from one set of chairs to another carrying puppets that varied in height, weight and design. Some of the puppets that Eric allowed the children to play with wore a bit of damage. Markings and the tangling of strings were a nuisance, but hey, what were you going to do. Birthday parties, right? For a while now, Eric had become the go-to guy in this modest town for amusing the children during their parties. It began with birthdays, then it was inclusive of other holidays and special events, soon... the town's theater became like a 2nd home to Eric who was basically given free rein of the place. It served as his performance stage, and his workshop. For many people, such a life might be considered quaint, peaceful, even fulfilling; but for Eric, it was a very humbling experience. His eyes passed from puppet to puppet as he analyzed which ones were unscathed after the night, which ones could just do with a polish, which ones would need their strings adjusted, and which ones would actually take more comprehensive work to repair. Eric was a man with a fine eye for detail... and a vengeful spirit if ever there was one. Each of his puppets had a particular appearance. Whether it be the color and style of the hair, the thickness of the arms, the numerous variations of facial features, the attire worn, or the way the puppet was accessorized, each puppet had a specific make to it that encapsulated Eric's eye for detail and yes... a deep-rooted memory of the past. Of course, anyone walking by Eric at this moment in time, slowly putting away his work craft, wouldn't really see the monster simmering underneath. In this small town of Clover Springs, Eric was an outsider, a guest, a visitor passing through with nowhere to go. To say that Eric had moved here to get away from New York would be grossly false. Eric was, instead...moved here. Eric was a man with a very particular talent. Puppetry. No... not that kind of puppetry, though... yes... some would say he was very gifted at that too, but in a darker, more sinister reality, Eric possesses the ability to control the bodies of people. It sounds absurd, but so does a person being able to move a thousand miles a minute, or being able to take to the skies in flight, or being able to lift a car with their bare hands, pass through walls, you name it. The world is a phenomenal place when you truly open your eyes. With gifts like this in play, it's no wonder conflict breaks out. Those who believe gifts should be used for noble and benevolent purposes will be at odds with those who find their gifts a reason and justification for self-improvement or indulgence. Those who believe gifts are dangerous will want to monitor those who have them whereas those who believe gifts are God's way (or Evolution's way) of thinning out the heard, of promoting rulers and a new class of people... well... those carrying that belief will take exception to being monitored and tracked for what they choose to do with their gifts. It's really cops and robbers on a whole new plane, the plane of heroines and villains. Eric was a man who found himself on the villain side of things. His gift was not curing diseases or producing food in 3rd world countries. His gift wasn't even a 'neutral' gift like flight, or strength, or speed. In the case of those 'neutral' gifts, it's what you do with them that defines whether you are a hero or villain. Eric's gift was to bypass the human mind, and with little more than a glance, turn an individual into his puppet. Now... the argument could be made that 'it's what you do with your gift, that matters'... right? Wrong. See... even if Eric thought he could do good with his gift, it was in effect a circumvention of free will. Eric's gift was inherently the bondage and 'capture' of an individual for a period of time. A gift like this could have a place... saving someone about to fall into traffic, stopping a bank robber... but in most cases, the use of Eric's gift had a bad feel about it to those watching. Eric was not exactly Mr Popular, he struggled to find employment and let's face it, in a world of glamour and wealth, of vanity and prestige, men like Eric didn't have the same advantages as others. It wasn't long before money trouble landed Eric in need of help. As a last resort, that help came in the way of robbery. His gift made him a valuable member of a team, and for a time, he felt like he belonged. His money troubles disappeared, he had friends... friends he'd protect, and friends who'd protect him. What's more, he was turning his life around. Sure, some could say turning to a life of crime was not turning your life around, but for Eric, whose life seemed to be bogged down before this... it was better to do 'something' than nothing. Earning money gave him more options, and in particular, his desire to build a life for him and a woman he'd begun to see; Victoria. She was nice to him... and that was something he didn't get often from beautiful women. In return, he felt anxious, wondering if he was letting her know he appreciated her enough, if he was perhaps overdoing it. It was tough to tell. Ironically, she was a police officer, so they crossed from time to time on the street, he just needed to make sure she never found out how he earned his money. While he worked on building himself into a man that could one day approach the lovely Officer Victoria to ask her out, he worked with his team on keeping his operations and thefts smooth, tight, concealed and efficient. They robbed banks in ways that were relatively risk-free because of Eric's gift... and while Eric realized in time he didn't need the help of a team, he also realized he loved being part of a team. He felt like he belonged, and their crimes were effectively victimless ones. Eric's puppetry control over individuals meant there were no casualties due to people playing the hero. People were forced to comply, to obey, and thus the team of robbers didn't have anxiety or tension in handling the crowd. It was efficient use of manpower and violence was seldom necessary. The thefts went off without hitches... and soon, this group made a bigger name for itself. Eric was the key to the group's success, but Eric was not the type of guy who sat down to do the negotiating. He was the type of guy who sat quietly, being introduced, saying hello... and listening. Often times he'd prove himself with a display or two... but the talkers of the group were those who were better with words, more appealing, more enthusiastic, more charismatic. Eric felt in a way, envious of these men on his team, but he still felt like he belonged, he knew his place, and it was a team that he came to care for. Soon, this team was doing work for more and more important people. Villains and criminal masterminds had missions that this team could bid on, the money could get better if they wanted to diversify their portfolio. Bank Robberies, a victimless crime became kidnapping, blackmail... it always fell short of killing, but the group was able to pick what they wanted to do and what they wanted to pass on. Victoria was someone he saw more and more often now, even going on a couple of dates. Well...okay so they might not have been complete dates, but going for coffee together? Going for walks in the park as they'd meet up? She really was an incredible woman. And with time, Eric found himself dressing the part... working out, and trying to find out the things that made Victoria happy. Creepy? Some could say that. Romantic? Others could say that. The problem with success like this... is that villains aren't the only ones who noticed. Eric's gift was appreciated by some villains, questioned by others, doubted by some. However, the group also caught the attention of heroines, and in one particular mission, the eyes of the villain community were on the group of expert thieves as they were confronted by a heroine who went by the name of Blue Bird. As a team, they had always succeeded, but this woman... she was something special. She was a perfect mix of speed, power, and focus. Of the team of thieves, the strongest man, the muscle... failed to overpower Blue Bird. The quickest member was nowhere near fast enough, and also easily dispatched. The others, the crowd control and weapon users were unable to land a stopping blow on Blue Bird and found themselves all dispatched. Eric himself... was useless in the event. And why? Because he was the first to be struck. Whether Blue Bird knew about his gift's full power or not, he couldn't tell... but he remembered that that night, he felt a sharp pain at the side of his neck, and he felt dizzy, disoriented, falling to the ground before passing out. It was a very anti-climactic way for Eric to be removed from the fight, but it was what happened. The thing was... people didn't see this entirely. What happened next was an incredible display by Blue Bird as she undid the rest of his team with incredible skill and focus. Eric, unconscious, was not able to stop the heroine in her tracks, and the group, with the villainous eyes of the city watching... was defeated by 1 heroine in 1 night. Eric... was humiliated. Since that day... Eric could only think back to the night. If only he'd paid more attention, if only he'd been more careful, if he'd been quicker to spot her, he would have frozen her, his life would have been different over the last 2 years. Instead... in 1 night, where he was unlucky to be the first one knocked out in Blue Bird's assault... his life went to shit. Villains watching saw that Eric's gift might seem impressive, but when push came to shove, an innovative and well-disciplined heroine would be able to take him out easily. Not just him, but his team. Eric and his team became dismissed as a team that was passed their prime. They had become good enough to gain the attention of wealthy, influential villains, but they'd also gained the attention of the heroine league. This... was their test... and they failed. Eric failed. The result was that villains no longer backed the team, they wanted nothing to do with them, and as the team went back to working together on their own heists, trust was an issue. They were still friends of course, but after bumbling once, all you can think about is if you'll do it again. The 2nd time they were caught, there were no wealthy villains to bail them out of prison or invest in protecting them. Their bail was paid by their own heist money, and they bought their way out of prison... but not out of the attention of the heroine's league. The team was dispersed, and Eric in particular was removed from New York. He was told that if he was ever seen again, he would be in prison for life. Hearing that threat from heroines is tough... because the system has a prison for villains, sure... but when you have a league of heroines as diversified as this, many of them have money and power, just like villains and villainesses do. And it's not a stretch to believe that the heroine league could invest in their own prison to keep the worst of the worst villains imprisoned under their own watch instead of a system where they can just buy their way back out. Whether such a prison existed or not, well, that was all rumor and speculation. Eric, for his part... did not want to find out, and fled to a town where he could get some time to recuperate. What's more, this was the town that Victoria's family was from. She may have refused to come with him, but he assumed that was because of work. She was being promoted to detective, she couldn't leave back then. And her daughter had recently begun college... so yes, in a way Eric could understand why she wouldn't drop everything and come right away. That town, was Clover Springs. It was a small town, a population of less than a hundred people, an ideal place for Eric to lick his wounds. In two years, Eric's life had changed, the town had changed... but he'd not forgotten how he'd been run out of New York by the heroine league. He tried to tell himself he was unlucky, that it was a mere matter of seconds between defeat and victory, it was a blink of an eye, a direction he was looking in, a split second action from Blue Bird... but all these notions did was cry foul to an invisible ref. He was comparable to the gambler who complains about losing when they go all in with kings, and find their opponent has aces. It's a sore loss, an unfortunate one. Who in their right mind doesn't play their kings? Right? But it's just unlucky when your opponent has aces. Complaining about it helps nothing. Now... years later, this town is his. But that's a story for another time... Eric filled another box with puppets, his footsteps again echoing through the vacant theater a put the box down next to the first one. He picked up a puppet whose arm rattled and clanked within the box, it's awkward bend causing Eric to sigh. This one would need another arm. He observed the features of the doll, the curly red hair, scruff along the jaw line... it reminded him of Carl. He put it back in the box, next to the one that reminded him of Nancy... and Sheila. Then there was Terrence... Matt... In fact... all of Eric's puppets were based on real townsfolk. That... was one of the secret hints of the monster that loomed beneath. Eric produced puppets that looked like they were crafted to directly be fashioned after one individual or another. Eric's puppets were designed to look like townsfolk as a gift for the kids, as a joke, as a laugh for his shows, but also, a sinister reminder to himself of who he truly was. Health puppeteer. He wasn'some joke. And just like he could pull strings to make his dolls do anything he wanted, for the humor and amusement of the kids... he could also pull the strings of any person in the town he felt like. It was an amusing irony to say the least. He stacked both boxes finally... and began to carry them out of the theater stage area into the lobby, then out to his vehicle. He put the boxes down by his car, took out the beeper to unlock it, and popped his trunk. Furthermore, he placed the boxes inside, closed it and returned to the theater to shut off the lights and lock up. Furthermore, he couldn't ignore the extra pip in his step as he whistled a jingle to himself from a song that stuck in his head, and that whistling alone carried its own echo as the lights went off in room after room and the doors were locked behind him. Waiting for him at home, was Victoria. That's right... oh... I keep forgetting, you haven't heard this part of the story yet. Well yes... Victoria has come to visit him. It's funny how two years changes everything. He was banished and fled to this town, his arrival was choppy, and his struggles were anything but small, but this time he turned things around. This time... he made the town his own, he didn't get unlucky. And then, of all the people to arrive, Victoria came back to visit her family. Or was it to visit him? Oh who cares, it could have been both, right? Whichever the case was, she was now living with him. He was the luckiest guy in the world, and he had no intention of screwing up this time. He could recall her first night back. It was... well... okay it was anything but a lover's reunion. It was more like a lover's quarrel. Or... okay...it was just a quarrel. So she didn't think she wanted to stay with him. He got that, he really did. Moving in with someone is a big decision and... well...he was happy to help her make that decision. Then... he... oh that woman. Marvelous as she was... she engaged him in role-play. He had always admired her spirit and she spent her first couple of nights with him telling him he was wrong, that this was not what she wanted, but then, why would she be there in the first place? That Victoria... always such a joker. Eric's thoughts paused for a moment as he sat in the car. Actually, come to think of it, for role-play, she really was defying him quite a long time. Maybe he had angered her? He thought back to times when he'd lost his temper. He'd never strike her... oh no... he'd never do that. But... he did silence her several times. A pinch of his index finger and thumb, and Victoria would find her lips almost magnetically sealed. When he proposed that she wear something he bought that he thought she'd look amazing in, she didn't seem to want to, it took extra convincing. Her arguments to him were constantly harassing. He'd want to talk about where they could get married, where they could have their honeymoon, how big the guest list could be... and all she wanted to talk about was getting out of the house, telling him to stop, telling him he was crazy. God... he loved her. But maybe it would take a little more time than he thought for her to accept that she loved him too? Maybe... maybe the fact that he had fashioned a doll to look just like her (relatively speaking) was a little creepy or distressing? Could that have been it? Was her reluctance to fall in love with him...his fault? Whatever. That was found. He had time. He had all the time in the world for her to come to her senses. Tonight would be a new night. He had left to do this party on bad terms with her, and he couldn't wait to apologize. They had a fight before he left. She was telling him that this wasn't real, this couldn't last, he couldn't do this to her... and he simply told her he had had enough. He wanted to talk this over with her over a nice supper that she'd make for them while he was working. His house was not a long drive away, that was the one good thing about a small community like this. Everything was so close. And yet, he found himself always using his car because it was quite a ways to carry his tools and puppets for work. Before returning home, he took the scenic route to look in on his casino. Yes... another story for later. This thing had not been a money making machine, but Thadeus the town under his thumb as it grew in popularity, then necessity. It didn't earn him billions like a Casino in a greater city would, but it did serve to get almost everyone in the town caught up in owing money and needing the casino for employment and financing. The Casino had begun as a virus, feeding off the town... and now, the Casino was a self funding entity, with the town seemingly existing to servant. Finally... he turned up the road, taking a right, and driving past several homes, waving to the occasional town member out and about taking in the late evening air. It was when he slowly approached his own house that an open door caused his eyebrows to quirk. No... she couldn't have left. Impossible. The open door flashed a figure walking from left to right, then right to left... and he thought for a moment that Victoria had invited someone over? He couldn't imagine that was the case either, was it?" Excuse me... can I help you with so-..."(stopped the car ... and the figure approached. He expected to see someone bolt out, maybe taking something. It was an odd thought in the small town, but someone could try to steal from you, you never know. Instead... what he was brought back old memories."... Eva? Is that you?" His tone was genuinely surprised, and not disappointed. It was as if he was being given another gift. A surprise visit? First Victoria, and now her daughter? Were they all coming here to spend some possible family time? He delayed turning his car into the driveway... examining the girl who filled his doorway." What a pleasant surprise!" he exclaimed as he turned in and finally parked the car. He opened the door, leaning on it instead of closing it, just absorbing the visit. Victoria's visit hadn't necessarily surprised him. Her parents had given him ample notice. Okay... so he had been keeping tabs on Victoria through them, but that's just because he was concerned about her. But this... this visit was a complete surprise. He had no idea Eva was in town." I wish you had told me you were coming... I would have taken the night off." he said warmly, his smile still miscalculating the tone that Eva was projecting. For Eva, her mom was a huge inspiration in her life. Sure, she worked long hours, and they lived paycheck to paycheck sometimes, but her mom was atop. Talking with some of the guys at the precinct made her believe that her mom was a total badass cop, too. Eva worked hard in school growing up and made sure that she could do things like her mom. It was five years ago, at 16, that her plans completely changed. She developed powers. At first, Eva didn't really know what was going on, but once she figured it out a wholenewworld was open to her. It wasn't like she couldn't have been a super heroine before, but the powers would help that process. She had already trained with several officers to make sure she knew self-defense and how to take down criminals, so that when she got to the academy she'd be ready. She used the same discipline to practice with her powers until she got good enough that she could join the league of heroines. It was an unofficial name, of course. Every city seemed to have a league with various team names. Her mother helped found an organization for heroines to become legal officers of the law called Super Powered Enforcement And Rescue, or SPEAR for short. Eva was sure that it was formed just so she'd have a legal outlet to arrest criminals. It wasn't like it was highly illegal before the organization, it just gave a full set of resources to heroines that many didn't have before. As the name suggested, they practiced enforcing the law and rescuing others. As soon as Eva turned 18 she joined SPEAR as one of the first recruits into the organization. After 6 months she was doing patrols with big names like Mercy or Blue Bird, and after a year she was patrolling the streets by herself. She wasn't officially a part of the New York team, but she was an honorary member while she figured out what city she wanted to be placed in. She was pretty sure she was going to stay close to home so she could be close to her mom (a badass detective in New York) and her grandparents (retired in Clover Springs). There were other rookies that were deciding where to go, as well. Emerald Avenger was a cute redhead that was incredibly powerful and Falcon was another cute redhead that relied on martial arts, primarily, but also had some chi energy to tap into. Now, at 21 she was in college, studying while also holding down a job with SPEAR. They wanted her to get an education to help fill out their ranks much like different tiers of police officers and medical professionals. Eva was a shadow-wielder herself. She could even traverse large distances by slipping into one shadow and out of another. There were limits to her powers, but she definitely felt like a ninja at times and an incredible detective at others. She was pretty surprised to get the S.O.S. phone calls from her mom. They weren't really specific, but it made her wonder about her mom's undercover work. Supposedly she was on vacation in Clover Springs, according to all official reports, but that should have ended, and she should have returned to work. Something was fishy, and it was definitely hard to make out her mom's code. They had certain...clues, to give to one another if they were in a situation where they needed to talk, but couldn't be direct. Really, all Eva knew, when she packed her bags for Clover Springs, was that her mom was in trouble. She assumed, because of the location, her grandparents may also be in trouble. Eva didn't want to arouse alarm that would come from Silhouette showing up in that tiny town. Therefore, she wore her civilian clothes and packed her costume into one of her bags. It wasn't anything incredibly fancy, but it got the job done. When she got to the house she had to practically pull her mom from the kitchen where she was fixing dinner. She wasn't being straight with her about what was going on. "We're leaving, mom. Whatever this is, whoever you've met, this isn't good for you. We're going." She tugged her much taller and leggier mom towards the door when she heard a car drive up. She raised a brow and held a finger up. "Is this the jackass that's been bothering you?" She whipped open the door and raised a brow at the guy. She'd never seen her mom this scared before, but she wasn't allowing some creep to get into her mom's mind. Furthermore, she stalked down the front step and watched as Creep got out of the car. "Oh god, it's you. Hey! I don't know what you're doing with my mom or why she hasn't shot your fat ass yet, but we're leaving, right now!" She shot at him. She was tiny compared to him and to her mom. Furthermore, she was only 5'2" but her heels did at least put her near the 5'6" mark. Furthermore, she crossed her arms over her chest, smirked and tilted her head to one side. "That means you're not going inside either." She waved him off. "Get back in your little car, and leave us alone. You can have your house back once we're gone." (Collaborative post written by Parish and Kristen)Hey! I don't know what you're doing with my mom or why she hasn't shot your fat ass yet, but we're leaving, right now! Wait... was she serious? No hello? Not even a 'hope you're well?' Then again... she did say 'hey'. Maybe that counted as something positive...? Then the following words sunk in... he could not dispute his fat ass, nor could he dispute that Victoria did actually carry a gun. What he could dispute was that they were leaving. That... wouldn't work for him." Look... why don't we talk about this?"" That means you're not going back inside either. Get back in your little car, and leave us alone. You can have your house back once we're gone." The woman was serious. Incredible. Eric seemed momentarily stunned, as if he were just being discarded like a mangled useless rug." Look... there's no need to be rude. Your mother and I would be happy to have you join us for dinner. There's plenty of room."" Oh, no need to be rude, huh? How about you be less of a creep stalker, and I'll be less rude? Can you handle that? No? Oh, well. We gave it a shot." She shrugged. "When will you get it through your head? My mom has never been and never will be interested in you. I'm taking her back to the city." Eric was frozen. Ironic for a man who'd imposed that feeling on so many others. Never been interested in him? Would Never be interested in him? She... she was taking her back? It was Eva's voice... but the words could have come from so many people attacking him in the past. Heroines making accusations, women shrugging him off, even the mayor here of Clover Springs, during the fallout of the great hoax on election night. Police, reporters, lawyers, prisoners he'd share a cell with, people who'd stop him on the street... so many people had taken it upon themselves to feel comfortable scorning him. For Eric, his life depended on lying low, staying under the radar ever since he'd risen far enough to get the attention of people, but not performed well enough to keep it. What he'd done in this town, was make something of his life in the span of two years. It was a low population town, so within the span of months, almost everyone in one way or another found themselves isolated with him, alone and vulnerable to his exploitation. Ever since his casino took in the population, the takeover of the town became fully organic. The casino and the influx of food and materials from out of town allowed him to offer items to the town that were considered luxuries before. He could undersell the small local businesses and in so doing, it became natural for people in the town to work 'with' him instead of trying to keep their own little businesses running on their own. Eric quickly became the go-to guy for favors. His casino gave men and women the opportunity to gamble with house chips. Getting people hooked was not hard, and once the floodgates opened, there was no stopping it. Eric never expected to fully be compensated for the monetary value of people's investments, but he did have a bank chock-full of favors that he could call in whenever he wanted. The end result was a town that was entirely his. He was the #1 employer, the owner of the #1 hot spot, and the #1 provider of entertainment and product sales. It was something small... in comparison to New York, but ...it was his. This town was his. And now... Eva was here... having just arrived, running her mouth and dictating terms to him? Even worse... she was going to take Victoria away from him? Oh... no. No, no no-no." Eva... MMM-mm-mm-mm-mmmm." He shook his head, not feeling the same type of insecurity he would have felt this time last year. His eyes were on Eva... and boy... was she ever easy on the eyes. He was a flinch, a flex, a twitch away from taking full control of her. And the irony of that contrast was that he was not exhibiting any control right now. He could scale from 1 to 100 in a split second... without losing control. She was trapped, in his line of sight, and she couldn't know the range with which his power would subdue her. She was... a walking... talking doll. Furthermore, she was allowed to keep her freedom here and now, allowed to talk down to him, to harass him, to threaten him, and to do so with the greatest of confidence because he chose to give her that false sense of security. The fact that he could subdue her in a second, meant that he could enjoy turning the tables. And the more she spoke against him, the more she gave him attitude, the higher her fall would feel when her body paid him back for all the nasty things she'd say." Look at you! Talking to me like that. He... You've outgrown this town... haven't you? I... look... I don't know how much of the town you've looked at lately... but uh..." Eric began, shutting his door and running his thumb over his lips as he took a few steps forward..." I'm not 'nobody' here... people don't ... they don't talk to me like that anymore. I..." He paused momentarily, a chuckle passing his own lips. He rolled his eyes apologetically waving off his current train of thought. Furthermore, he was a man who was obviously bullied before, and now, determined not to appear insecure about it. The thing was... the more you insist that you are not someone that can be bullied, the more it looks like you're insecure about just that." Might I ask how long you're planning on staying? Your mother and I have a nice dinner planned. I'm sure there's more than enough for 3 of us? We can talk about any concerns you have." She raised her brow. "Wow, you are some kind of dense, aren't you? I'm not going to stay here. I'm leaving. My mom is leaving. We're not staying here any long. You're a big fat creep that can't seem to figure out when a girl says no, she means no!" She shouted at him and slowly dropped her arms to her sides. "I frankly don't give a rat's ass about who you think you are around here. You're demented. You're freaking my mom out; you're starting to freak me out, so I suggest you get out of our way. Or I'm going to haul your fat ass off to jail." She raised a hand and made a flicking gesture to 'shoo' him away. "Bye now."" No-... that's not going to happen." Eric uttered as, finally, the illusion of freedom, much less control... was to be ripped away from Eva. It wasn't a violent gashing, or a strong stripping rip. No... it was a modest movement of inches. Her lips. Those doors of nasty comments and threats were suddenly closed in a magnetic fashion. As if a strand of super-glue existed between them, Eva's words were reduced to a series of jumbled utterances. Words could not be formed as her lips simply would not part." Like Hell that's not going to -- mm-mm MMM. MM. MMM!""No, no... now I talk... and you listen."" Do you know what... I think I've been quite patient with you. If you're going to cause trouble, I have two options. Until just now, I would have let you go. And... no... before you ask... Victoria will be staying right where she is... And I think... maybe, so should you." It was a declaration of war. Eva's tone, her posture, not to mention her words themselves made it clear this was a powder keg just waiting to blow. Eric, for his part in all of this... was now about ready to light that spark. It was going to be so much more satisfying to watch the fear and anxiety flood into Eva's eyes replacing the hope and cocky confidence she so obviously had in wealth of supply.Oh, yes... if he thought this night couldn't get any better... it just did. Then... a bit of a larger display." And... you know what... while we're on the topic of making changes... I think you should do something about your disrespectful tone. Like... instead of standing there threatening me..." A small movement of his index finger made a brief scissor motion, and slowly pointed downward. Eva would find her posture changing, her arms dropping to her side, her body locked in a standing posture, before those two fingers began moving again. Only this time, his fingers didn't control her arms bringing them to her side, he began controlling her legs. It wasn't something she'd notice with his fingers until after she'd noticed her legs bending, her feet lifting and stepping forward. One step, then another, and another. Things we take for granted so easy as we walk somewhere or run... Eva would feel the tension of every step. It wasn't something she wanted to do, in fact it was probably something she'd actively be fighting, so every step was something that would occupy her focus as she casually moved toward him... a passenger in her own body." You can help me understand something, hm?" Her legs brought her close to him, standing behind his car, even as he began to turn to go stand behind it with her, his fingers digging out the keychain to pop the trunk. Only... before he did, Eva found her body not just standing behind the trunk, but she turned on the spot, her arms bending as her elbows descended behind her. Eric's lips twitched into a smirk as she leaned against the back of his car as if she were posing for a calendar. Eric began another comment, only to cut himself short, bending his pinky this time, and as he did... Eva's right leg slowly bent, her knee rising in front of her to make her pose complete.(there she leaned back against his car, her slender frame almost making it look like she was writhing on the back of his trunk. At this point, he let his own right hand flatten to the trunk, and his left index finger danced up and down her shirt ever so slightly. He didn't remove it, he didn't pull on it, simply feeling the fabric beneath his fingertip while her objections could sound as no more than muffled snarls or a sassy growl." You see... I normally don't do well with surprises. Now... your mother, I knew she was coming. She keeps in touch with her parents and... well... they, like everyone else in this town keep me informed. But... you...oh-ho... You... I had no idea you were coming." Another brief twitch of his fingers, and Eva's legs straightened, her footing solid to the ground, her elbows leaving the car as her palms were used to push her body upward to stand and turn around, waiting obediently it seemed, for the trunk to pop open. Eric slowly stepped behind Eva... eyeing her up and down, making very little secret about his wandering gaze. Then... the car beeped, the trunk popped... and Eric lifted it slowly." Which... I mean...begs the question... What brings you to Clover Springs?" He then folded his arms... leaning against the car..." Was it your mom? Did she ask you to come and help her? Did she spout some nonsense about wanting to leave? I'll let you in on a little secret Eva, your mother...shouldn'thave been able to contact you asking for help." Now, with his own arms folded, leaning against the back of his car, Eric extended two of his fingers again, this time the result was controlling Eva's arms again, and she felt her hands guide her arms, her fingers grasping one of the boxes." You don't mind, do you gorgeous? Hard on the back sometimes... you know?"he smirked as his bogus justification for drafting her services became a blatant excuse to watch her body bend just so. Then his attention went back to the matter at hand. Eric didn't expect a clear answer, the girl's lips were practically sealed after all... but if this was just a natural visit, surely Eva's attitude wouldn't be so hostile. She truly carried on as if she were here to save Victoria. Yea... I know, right? As if Victorianeededsaving? Whatever the case... something brought Eva here with the spirit to fight, or was it something she'd just stumbled across and found it odd that Victoria wouldn't (or couldn't) leave? All Eric really wanted was an affirmative... or a negative of sorts. Was Victoria able to disobey him in the special case of her daughter Eva?" See... I can get paranoid sometimes. And... I like to think that when I tell someone to do something, they do it. I can't be everywhere at once right? Furthermore, I have to trust that people are going to do what I trust them to do. Or at least... I need to know if they don't. You understand? So... Tell me... is my secret safe with your mother... or is she able to ask people for help?" The idea that Victoria could disobey him was unfathomable. If she could easily do so... she'd leave the house. The fact that she hadn't meant his power over her was strong. But was it absolute? If Victoria didn't get others to try and help her, was that because his control over the rest of them was secure, or was it because Victoria couldn't do it to anyone else? If that was the case... was there something special about Eva? It was now an extraordinary amount of time Eva spent bent over leaning inside the trunk, Eric, standing beside her turned... letting his right palm brush against her ass giving it a nice firm rub. It was a circling warm rub before a pair of playful slaps on it followed." Mmmmm. Well, not all surprises are bad after all, hm?" he uttered more to himself than anyone else; though Eva would be able to pick up on his implication quite easily. Eric could have forced her to carry two boxes, but decided against it. Also, wasting time giving her another trip out to the car wasn't on his agenda either. She took one box, he took the other, and even as he carried it, he continued to curl the index and middle fingers of his right hand so that her legs continued to make their walking motion, a forced march of sorts back into the house. Eric shot Victoria a grin... a complete contrast to the horror that decorated her features. Delusional about her imagined love for him, and the imagined scorn that came with it... Eric gleefully announced Eva's so called 'change of heart'." It looks like your daughter's decided to stay with us tonight Victoria." He uttered as he put his box down, a luxury and relief of weight that Eva had yet to feel.(~original)"Eric... Eric, please. You have to let her go. Okay? She hasn't done anything... she doesn't understand... okay??... this isn't about Mm-MMM-mmm..." It wasn't unintentional that Eric allowed Eva to watch as her mother was subjected to the same implementation of magnetic-lip syndrome. Both women were reduced to mumbling incoherence, while Eric took the opportunity to clearly state his desire." Oh... my sweet... you know how I hate to hear you panic. Let me worry about what I have to do... yes? What you have to do... is take out a 3rd serving and prepare it for our guest." Eric's tone and control over Victoria would be significantly better than over Eva for now. Victoria had been under his power and in his presence for quite a while now... which meant his effect began to work on her mind on a deeper level than just the body; which was the only level Eva's control sat at for now. Eric gave Victoria's cheek a soft caress, again intentionally showing his control to Eva. Then... as Victoria began to walk toward the stove, Eric's attention turned back to Eva entirely." Oh-... oh dear, I'm sorry. That's me... scatterbrained. Here... why don't you just put that down... over here." Only she didn't just bend over efficiently putting it down and getting back up. Her hips swayed briefly, her legs bending, her arms descending to softly place the box on the ground, Eric treating it delicately as it held a number of his prizes customized puppets. Then... Eva's hips spiraled briefly against as she stood. Her legs locked first, but her upper body seemed pinned in a downward lean due to Eric using a second hand's finger to point at that part of her body. Then, with a small twitch of that finger, Eva's head, dipped back, her chin rose, her chest followed, and she made a small rippling rise to her standing posture." Perfect. Just... perfect." Eric's words could have been about the positioning of the box, but wasn't that likely, was it? "Now... I'm going to give one of you the ability to talk again. Let's see... Ernie-Meanie-Minie... you." he settled, pointing at Eva. "Make sure your voice remains at an indoor volume please. Nobody actually motivated to help you is going to hear you scream, and all you're going to do is annoy me. So... let's start that foundation of trust with something this simple. Yes? Good." With that, Eva would find her voice returned to her, while Victoria in the kitchen was still incapable of speaking." Now where... to put you...? Hm?" Eric teased as he glanced around the living room. His eyes moved from the couch, to the lazy boy, over to the kitchen... then finally his gaze returned to the couch." I know... maybe your mother's favorite spot for now, hm? She always looks so lovely resting on the couch. I'm sure you'll find it just as comfortable..." (hated this guy. He was the biggest creep in the history of creeps. He stalked her mom relentlessly in New York and was convinced that she was somehow in love with him. Sure her mom was nice to him. Her mom was nice to everyone. But this guy wouldn't let it go. It was like she was nice to the guy once, and he was so rejected as a kid that he latched onto the first beautiful woman that gave him even a second glance. She was so happy when he left, even though Eva wasn't sure why he left, she just wanted him gone.Fast-forward a couple of years and here they were. Eva was in college, but her passion was to be a powerful and feared super heroine. She was both of those things. She was compared to Mercy, a badass from Eden City that didn't have a problem breaking bones if it meant taking the right criminal off the street. Eva controlled shadows. She made weapons, could practically teleport, and she was powerful during the day, but at night she was damn near unstoppable. It was nighttime now. She'd planned it this way in case her mom really was in trouble. She had no idea it was Eric the Creep that had her. Furthermore, she should have figured, but tonight he wasn't going to control anyone anymore. If he didn't get out of her way, she was going to show off a little of her power and put him in his place." Bye now." She'd shooed Eric off for the last time. She was sick of this shit, and the shadows that gathered in her hands were going to send him into next week." No-...that's not going to happen."" Like Hell that's not going to -- mm-mm MMM. MM. MMM!" Eva's eyes went wide as soon as he pressed his index and middle fingers to his thumb. It was like he'd somehow grabbed her lips and pulled them together. It didn't feel like he was pinching them with telekinesis, though. Her lips sealed and refused to open. About the time she was going to hit him with a wall of shadow he moved again. This time her arms shot down to her sides so fast that she felt her breasts bounce when they stopped. Her brows furrowed, and she tried to move, but couldn't. What the hell is he doing?! "MMM!" She protested it again. He simply started moving his fingers, and she felt her left leg starting to move. "MMM! MMMMMMM!" She struggled to keep it in place, but no matter how hard she fought, her heel pulled off the ground. She pressed her toe into the concrete, but it didn't matter; her leg slid forward and then stopped, her heel dropping to the ground. Furthermore, she huffed. Her eyes were still wide as she tried to move her leg back, but he was on to her right leg. She leaned back, but her heel still lifted, and this time her toe left the ground, as she was propelled forward into another awkward step. Her boot landed hard against the ground, and he left leg moved again. The entire walk was robotic at best. It was like she was wading through waist-deep water, or else had lead weights attached to each of her ankles. She was fighting a battle and losing it badly. Each step was fought harder than the last, but the appearance was that he was using less and less concentration to keep up her movement. She eventually arrived at the trunk, her lips sealed still, and she stared at it. Her feet were roughly shoulder-width apart, her legs stiff and her arms were rigid at her sides. Her fingers were balled into tight fists, which made her knuckles turn white. She could hear and feel Eric behind her. Her cheeks burned red as she stared forward, imagining him putting his thumbs together while his index fingers formed a forwards and backwards "L" shape as if he were framing up some shot....and her ass was the center-piece. He was always a creep. She could almost feel him checking her out."HARRY!" She spun in place, nearly falling onto the trunk. Furthermore, she sat her elbows on it and arched her back across the corner, which jutted her breasts out in her tight black shirt. One of her knees popped out so it looked like she was lounging there just for him. She couldn't move, and her fingers pressed against the metal so hard that she swore she was going to rend it even without super strength. She glared daggers at Eric as he neared her again. She knew she couldn't protest more than screaming into her own lips. It was getting her nowhere fast. He neared her and she looked up at him. Her eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly, but that's not what she was feeling. Her heart sank as he invaded her personal space. She felt her mouth go dry, and he placed his palm on the trunk near her elbows. He was vile. She might have narrowed her eyes, but she felt the bile marching up the back of her throat as his finger touched the skin-tight shirt. He traced up her stomach almost to her breasts and then down again. If he'd been paying attention, he'd have seen her legs quivering slightly. He was in total control. She couldn't mount an offense nor a defense to protect herself. Her mind flashed to her mom and pictured her in this exact situation. Her mom didn't have powers, though. She had to have felt even more powerless than Eva right now. Her feet suddenly found the ground, and she lifted herself upright, again turning to face the trunk. This time Eric lifted it and stared at her. She turned her head, shooting him a look of defiance when he suggested that she grab one of his cases. Again she felt the unnatural pull on her left leg, then her right as she stumbled to the card and bent over. Her plump rear was up in the air, her feet were close together and her hands wrapped around the handles. She didn't lift immediately though. Instead, she was forced to glare into the back of his trunk as he held her like that. She imagined him checking out her legs and ass in her jeans, and then she didn't have to imagine it! Her brows furrowed helplessly as he placed his hand upon her ass and started rubbing it. Her body suddenly twitched and thenrolledslightly. She couldn't open her mouth, but the gagging sounds were clear. She looked a bit like a cat coughing up a hairball. It took everything in Eva not to throw up in her mouth. He was too old, too fat, too damn ugly and too much of a creep to be touching her! He was looking at her mom that way! It was so gross! He slapped her on the ass, and she jumped slightly as he made her ass jiggle. She coughed behind her lips, again trying to hold back the bile that threatened to shoot out of her nose if she lost it. The next thing she knew she stood up straight, and she looked a little green behind the gills. She was forced to practically march back inside while she carried the case. Her mom was there. He introduced Eva and her mom lost it. She thought it was her breaking his control, but it wasn't. She was forced to be quiet as well and Eva whimpered. They exchanged a look before her mom was forced to get up and walk into the kitchen. Unlike the broken walk or marching that Eva had been forced to do so far, her mom walked with a hip-swaying movement that drew even her eyes! She shot a glance to Eric when he said he'd forgotten about her, but then she was putting the case down. She wanted to throw it at his head! Once more, though, she was forced to stoop and then stood up like she was some kind of porn star. In fact, she thought Eric probably watched a video and wanted to try that out on her. Her upper lip curled. He had to sleep some time. She was going to rip his throat out. She was going to slide through the shadows, form a shadow blade and slide it, silently, across his throat. The fantasy was cut short, though, as she was allowed to speak again. She rubbed her throat slightly and glared at him again. "I amnotsitting on that disgusting couch, you sick pervert!" She snarled at him. "I'm 21! You're old enough to be my dad. Hell you're old enough to be my mom's dad!" She shot at him. He really wasn't old enough to be her grandfather, but he was gross, and she wanted to let him know just how gross he really was. "I can't believe you--*hurt*" Eva put her fist to her mouth to hold back another gagging fit. "--I can't believe you touched me! That's sick!" She shot at him. "You are in so much trouble now. You don't even know." She looked away from him, still refusing to go to the couch on her own. For a moment, Eric found himself flinching. That's right. Flinching. Her words were sharp, aggressive, and not those of a passive victim, or one of a panicking prize. They were accusatory, clearly attacking, and brought with them the feel of authority. How her voice could carry this disdain, this anger, this 'threat'... while her body was little more than a puppet on his strings could only bring Eric back to older days when he heard the same tone of voice from other women. Heroines making demands of him, authority figures making accusations, the clear pity and disgust shown to him by people who threatened to beat him to a bloody pulp without having to do more than mention it. Eric was far from an imposing figure, and lacking this really did a number on his self-esteem. "Fine. You know what... if you won't... then I will. But let's get one thing straight little lady..."he began to lecture as he moved and sat near the right arm of the couch. It was before he even sat down that Eva found her legs moving again. She was force-walked effectively behind him so that the moment he sat down and made himself comfortable, she was standing right next to where he sat." You're going to learn, starting right now... that you have it in you to treat me with a little more respect than you have been." As he spoke the words, Eva would feel a gravitational force pulling her body toward him. It wasn't to straddle him, it wasn't to treat him in any sensual or erotic way, but rather to expose herself to his touch again. Her head remained free to turn this way or that, but her arms reached overhead, and then slowly, as if she were stretching, her body bent in front of him. Her chest and stomach lowering as if she had been drawn magnetically to his knees. When her stomach settled over his legs, her arms reaching over her head were now effectively stretched horizontally until they were allowed to flop down to the floor on the other side of his legs. Her body was bent perfectly, bridging over his legs effectively leaving her remarkable ass within a most accommodating position for him to let his hand again cradle it." If I'm old enough to be your father, as you so clearly insist... then it's only fitting I teach you a few things. Yes?" His hand rubbed more firmly along her ass this time. His right hand groped it enthusiastically, feeling the tightness of her jeans, letting the fabric sear against his palm and spread these minute tingles as the contrast of firm jeans made him yearn for the feel of soft flesh. Then a smack." Responsibility, respect... discipline. You are... mummy... a fine young woman Eva." Another smack. Then... another series of rubbing circles. In the kitchen, Victoria herself was fighting tears. Her breathing had become labored, her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. Eric had given her a command to set the table for a third party, but he'd not quite entranced her enough to make her feel at ease with everything that was happening. How bitter-sweet was that right now? She blinked extensively, her eyes cringing shut as she worked to prepare her third serving and give herself a chance to present herself to Eric again. Why was it so hard for her to just walk away? Why couldn't she just storm into the living room right now and demand that he stop? She couldn't even part her lips just yet, and it made her crazy to listen, pausing every couple of seconds to hear spurts of objection from Eva, and the soft monotonous creeping tone of Eric. How could she have let this happen? Her daughter was literally in his hands right now... and she was powerless to do anything about it? Victoria couldn't help but blame herself for this... and yet, to her own anguish, all she could do, was sample the latest serving of pasta and wine to make sure it tasted just so. Dammit... what kind of magic could make her feel as if this meal itself was life and death? To feel like making the food just right, setting the table just so... it had to be done before anything else could be concentrated on. Come on Victoria... hurry up. Hurry up! ("Good, you sit there, and I'll leave with my mom." She snapped at him, but he wasn't letting her leave. As soon as she took a single step backwards and started to turn, he took a hold of her again. It was like he'd lasso'd her and was pulling her back towards him. She turned to face the arm of the couch and then felt her arms being tugged above her head. "Inf. You won't get away with...this." She found herself bending over the arm of the couch until her head was on one side of his legs and her pelvis rested against that arm. Her legs were spread which allowed him to reach over and start rubbing her ass. "UGH! Get your hands off of me!" He squeezed her ass just so, and it both made her want to puke and moan. She opted for neither as she gnashed her teeth together, scrunching up her nose and shaking her head from side to side." You disgusting pig!" She couldn't move as he rubbed and kneaded her flesh, then she yelped, "AH!" with the slap to her pert derrière. The stinging gave way to more rubbing and the humiliation started to burn in Eva's cheeks. It, sadly, wasn't the first time she'd been utterly dominated by a fat man. At least Bulge was more her age, even if he was disgusting and needed to shower. She dug her forehead against the cushion of the couch as she tried to forget about the guy touching her right now. She'd come to get her mother. How did Creep McGee manage to get a hold of her? How did he have this much power?!" Get your hands off of my ass!" She cried out as tears welled up in her eyes. She felt that bile marching up her throat again, but refused to let him see her gag. The alternative, unfortunately, was just as humiliating as she tried to jerk her hips away from him as his hand rubbed circles along her incredible butt. "You didn't say please..." Eric couldn't help but scorn. Eric found himself patiently fondling the young woman bent over his knees, and the more vibrant her arguments, the more virile he found his own throbbing member pulsating against the restrictions of his own clothing. Whether there was something off about this... something 'wrong' or unclean, Eric really couldn't tell. He had no illusions of being a handsome devil or some alpha male of an attractive figure. There was always going to be this thought that for him to get satisfaction from a partner, it would come at the cost of forcing her to some degree. There were times in which this degree could be lessened. He could use elements such as blackmail, threats, or unfortunate circumstances where a young woman would be best served to feed his ego or to treat him as if he were someone she truly wanted to please, but in the end it was to be a shallow victory. Eva was something different right now. Eva was the daughter of Victoria, and even as he caressed her ass with his right hand, and let his left hand rub up and down her back, he knew that he'd have to force Victoria to forget about this. She'd never forgive him, and he couldn't blame her. He knew he was being punitive, he was even being petty. But... this girl; she got under his skin. Eva... spoke to him in ways that awoke old demons, and now he was irresponsibly letting those demons come out to play.-... to play with her. It was only when Victoria's figure filled in the doorway of the kitchen that Eric seemed to recall he had her own lips sealed. Eric's eyes widened as if he'd been caught red-handed enjoying Eva in a most inappropriate manner. Oh yes, Victoria would 'definitely' need to be forced into forgetting any of this happened. Eric swiftly removed his hand from Eva's ass as made a dispersing motion with his fingers which allowed Victoria's lips to part as well. Victoria's eyebrows arched, her lip curled into an attempted snarl, she shook her head displaying both disappointment and anger. Anger was meant for Eric, she clearly disapproved of this. And the disappointment was meant for Eva. Eva should never have let herself get caught in this. Why was Eva so headstrong? Her lips free to speak, she parted them, wanting to tell Eric to stop..." Eric-... Please... Do... D-..." But her throat ached, her voice breaking up into a choppy strain as she found herself gulping, needing to tell Eric what was expected of her, not to actually speak her mind." Dinner is served." Her eyes fell to the ground, a brief shame to meet the genuine playful smile that Eric gave her. He was not unlike a child in a candy store, his eyes perked up, his lips stretched into a smile, and he eagerly thanked her."Oh, that's wonderful! Well then... we shouldn't keep you waiting. Come Eva... let's eat." His words were almost too innocent, almost awkwardly so. As if in some moments, he was some master villain, dark, brooding, completely immersed in his power while in other moments, he was like a boy simply happy to have toys to play with, trying to make people like him as if that were something his powers could do for him. Eva's body lifted from his legs as her arms bent, her palms flattening to his knee and thighs. For a brief moment, she might have felt as if she could grip him by his own pants and mangle the clothing, or claw in a way that would cause pain to his fleshy leg. However, that would be very short-lived as her hands on his legs only served to leverage her body upward again to stand so that she could begin walking to the kitchen. Her fingers would not flex past a certain point, her nails would not dig into his clothing, her hands on his body would not serve any intent of harming him. But immediately after... he made his way to the sink and began washing his hands. They had, after all... been up and down Eva's frame for the better part of the last several minutes. Victoria was already elegantly seated at her chair. For Eva, she would be a cautionary tale. She'd be an example of what Eric could reduce a person to if he had them around him long enough. Eva, for her part, had to be directed quite specifically to the process of sitting down. Eric, finishing up washing his hands, proceeded to dry them and begin to speak to Eva after she'd been forced to pull out her chair, sit down, then inch it back in toward the table." Now-... we're going to have a nice meal. We're going to talk, we're going to catch up... and I'm going to give my little gift here a rest." Eric mocked Eva with the concept of freedom. For Victoria, it was a relief, but not as much of one as you might suspect. Victoria was under a level of control that Eric's power was not as fundamentally active in controlling her. He had a passive control over her where he could direct her mood and feelings in a small way to minimize her ability to fight him, if not her outright will. For Eva, letting his power go was a much greater risk. Eva was controlled by his puppetry technique in and of itself, with little control over her mind at all. For Eva, once he abandoned the use of his technique on her, she'd be free to do whatever she wanted. This was a threat that didn't go unnoticed by the man in the group, even as he made his way behind Victoria moving to the last empty seat at the table. He needed Eva to understand that even with her freedom, there would be a price for lashing out against him. Part of getting her to submit was to get her to spend however much time he could get her to just behave. A little. That's all he needed for now. A little behaving. He was about to test the waters." So... if you so much as make me blink the wrong way, or lose my breath, hell, if you look at me the wrong way; I'll put you back under. But that's not all. Your mother will pay the price for your stunts. And... of course, Victoria my love, the same goes for you, yes? If you do anything, rash... or foolish... the lovely Eva here will pay the price in some form or another. Hmm? Shall we consider it a game?" Victoria eyed Eva with her freedom, content at least now that Eric seemed preoccupied with this meal and his hands were, at the very least, off of her entirely." Ye-..." she tried to fight it, wanting to utter an encouragement to Eva, or some assurance that it would be okay, but she couldn't, not until she answered Eric." Yes. Of course." The words left her lips, but she cringed even after saying them. She was now free to address Eva, and she took advantage the very moment she was able to." It'll be okay. It'll-... it'll be okay." Eric eyed Eva, then Victoria. Eva. Victoria. Was he truly going to be the odd man out at this meal? Would they converse with each other and ignore him? No. They wouldn't be that rude, would they? He interjected himself, perhaps a little insecurity showing, by looking to start their conversation." That's right. It's actually going to be a lot of fun. How long has it been since you've both seen each other?" Stood up, walked over, sat down, pulled in. They were all steps in controlling her body and she wanted to kill him for it. She wanted to do it doubly as much when she saw the control he had over her mother. Forcing her to answer him before she could speak a word to Eva. They were at the table, though, and she was spreading her napkin across her lap when he suddenly gave them...freedom. She knew it was limited, but he clearly didn't know much about her. He probably expected her to push her chair out and leap over the table, giving him plenty of time to freeze her before she could get there. She had half a mind to do just that, but she had freedom, and she wasn't going to waste it. Much like him, she controlled something, and she needed the use of her hands and fingers to control them. However, she controlled the shadows. She made them solid and could form them into points. As she tested her powers under the table, she found that he had, indeed, released her from his control. He laid down the law. He was going to punish her mother if she tried anything. Likewise, Eva would be punished if her mom tried anything. Eva spun her index finger in small, upward motions so that a spike of shadow formed beneath Eric's chair. She kept her eyes on him, and wanted to shoot the thing up through that fat ass and into his head. Something stopped her, though. She wasn't a killer. As badly as she wanted to kill him right now, she wasn't a killer. She might have done it if she were alone with him. If it hadn't been done in front of her own mother. She could have claimed temporary insanity. It was no use to kill him, though, as that would pull her from her mom just as much as Eric had. Eva took a deep breath and dismissed the spike. Her right hand came to her fork and she took a small bite of the food. Her eyes shot to her mom when she'd said it'd be okay. Oh, it'll be okay, mom. It will most certainly be okay. Eva couldn't kill the man, but she could mangle him. Her shadows coalesced behind his chair and formed two thick tendrils that rose from the floor. With a few flicks of her fingers beneath the table and a flick of her hand, they wrapped around his neck, choking him, and then they lifted him from his chair and hurled him against the wall behind him. She silently hoped it'd crack his neck on accident, but she wasn't so lucky. His head did dent the wall, and he flopped to the ground. She got up from the table so fast that her chair clattered to the ground. She grabbed her mom's hand and tugged." Let's go!" She darted for the front door, slinging it open with another shadow tendril and darted out onto the driveway. Making a shadow portal took a little time. She'd need five minutes, at least, to make one that both her mom and her could traverse. Her legs were pumping as fast as she could move. Hope rose in her heart as she neared the end of the driveway. Before long they'd disappear into the night completely! "We're almost there!" Already they were leaving the light that surrounded the house from the exterior lamps. Shadows danced at their feet, already starting to conceal the two women. "Just a little further!" Eric's eyes widened, and his breath found itself entirely cut off. Instinct brought his hands to the dark masses of shadow that choked around him but what he felt was... odd. It was solid, whatever grabbed him, but it wasn't exactly easy to spot. The tightness around his throat caused his eyes to burn a vigorous red, and he was very close to passing out. In prison, it would have been his worse nightmare, overpowered by a dominant figure from behind where he simply could not get the upper hand and stop what was choking him. In prison, it could have been anything, another inmate's shirt, a towel, you name it. Right now... his fingers failed to clasp with any notable strength around what had latched onto his neck, and the next thing he knew, his legs were flailing. The tendrils, for lack of a better word yanked him from his seat, causing the chair itself to topple over, a miracle and a half in and of itself that it didn't splinter or break. Then, a violent motion later, Eric's world, already spinning, took a throbbing hike of pain as his face was bashed against the wall. His eyes were already bloodshot, and it stung now, to keep them open. His fingers were twitching, his own body uncontrollably throbbing on the ground as if it had been resigned to a pulsating mess just waiting to die. Die. Why wasn't he dead? His eyes cringed shut, and his ears rang from the strike to the wall, but it didn't stop him from making out indistinct murmurings from the other women. Indistinct, not because they were speaking quietly or through struggle, but rather because his ability to hear had been horribly compromised. It was a miracle at all that he'd retained his consciousness. A few more seconds of whatever that was being wrapped around his neck, and surely he would have been out like a light. His hands, still shaking clasped to his own throat, and while he was relieved to be able to cough, it was bitter-sweet. The cough identified a clear airway which was his number one concern, but it stung like hell. His vision picked up the silhouette forms moving toward the doorway, but again, his vision was blurred. It was as though he were watching a movie through beer goggles and the only reason he was lucky enough to catch the blurred vision of the women moving was because Victoria found struggle moving on her own. Victoria would never have been able to do what Eva had just done to him, and Victoria, for her part, would have found leaving the doorway to be impossible on a lot of her own free will. But something was off... something was weird. Either Eric's power being shut down applied to Victoria as well, or Eva was just very, very strong. Eva, not exposed to any of Eric's mind control, was free to act on her will with the full power of her mind and body, and the instructions not to leave the house were never really embedded into her. Victoria may not actively leave the place on her own, but with Eva helping her out, and Eric's power put on hold, Victoria was able tallow Eva to help her out. And that... resulted in little delay, but not enough of one to stop the women. Eric's anger was still far from the dominant emotion he felt right now. Panic about whether he'd die of a heart attack any moment, or pass out, his whole world fading to darkness, he couldn't shake these thoughts. And his body... oh his body didn't want to obey his mind. How ironic was that? He couldn't stop shaking! The effect of the shadow tendrils that Eva activated were almost lethal for him. He was not a marathon runner, he was not the poster child for perfect health. And to have his breath clasped as it was, panicking as he did... his body just would not abandon the uncontrollable shaking it had undertaken. What he could do... and it was a small mercy... was got to his knees. He could stumble... crawl... it wasn't fast, but it wasn't as slow as the women would have needed either. More coughing, more muffled curses and almost unbearable stinging of his throat... his head pounding... but bit by bit, he stumbled to his doorway, and he could barely make out the women in the distance now. Barely;but enough. With an aching groan, he lifted his left arm toward the general direction of the women,"Stop!" He groaned under his breath. The word was not one they'd hear, but it was almost as if he needed to amplify his own intent. He was shaky, he wasn't sure if his power would work or not. Eva, he knew, he needed to control physically, but maybe, just maybe, Victoria could be manipulated by his word in combination with his puppetry power. He watched as a single figure stopped running, but the other continued to move." Fuck-..." he gasped as he worked his way from his knees to stand. He instinctively and desperately yanked back with his arm, turning his extended hand into a fist and pulling back. This may have looked like a fist-pump celebration a soccer player would use after scoring, but the effect it had on the woman under his control was that her body was yanked back. His control wasn't over a distinct part of her body. He didn't control an arm or a leg specifically, rather his control seemed to be comparable to a puppeteer simply grabbing a toy soldier by the waist and pulling or pushing them about. The woman he controlled was dragged back by an invisible force, her hips and stomach leading the way while arms and legs seemed to be in a free-fall or free-flail state. Eric spent more time now closing his eyes, opening them, closing, squeezing, opening, trying to dispel the blurring watery vision that just got worse every time he brought his wrist to his eyes. Now, he could tell that the woman he had managed to catch was in effect Victoria. With his one hand, he may well have been able to stop both women before, but he was still not at 100%, he wasn't even at 50%, hell, he was lucky to be kneeling, and only now did he try to fully stand. He watched as Victoria continued to slide back toward him, her body not grinding or dragging against the sidewalk, but hovering just above it. This was for two reasons in particular. One... speed. It was just faster if she could be forced back toward him by hovering and not being slowed by the pavement. Secondly... she... well...she was his love. Right? Delusional or not... he would make her love him again. Tearing her apart with cuts, scrapes, brought back bloodied and bruised, that's not how he wanted his love. Even if she was a trophy, trophies were best portrayed as shiny and clean, right? Despite the speed at which her body was floating back toward him, Eva still moved faster. The woman seemed to move like a demon possessed, and in speed that Eric was happy to note from a distance, she curled an arm around her mother, causing for a disputed control momentarily. Gravity itself wanted to pull Victoria back toward the house, but Eva was still uncontrolled, and strength allowed her to interrupt the withdrawal. It was a stalemate that did not work for the heroine as Eric had more to gain from the time spent fighting with her. Eric's grip on Victoria was not stopping, but now, as he stumbled to a standing posture, leaning against the doorway... he extended his second hand toward the pair of women. He huffed, weeping, biting his lower lip before actively trying, and this time measured the feel of using his gift again. It was like all things invisible, it was about feeling it. Eva was winning the fight ironically enough. Step after step, bit by bit, she managed to move Victoria away a little, even as Victoria was helpless to participate in the rebellion, she could still encourage Eva, support her, or even ask Eva to get out of here while she could. Eva, for her part, was not far from coming to another solution. Maybe, just maybe, the only way to free Victoria of this hold was to rush Eric and finish him this time. If not to kill him, then to at least knock him the fuck out. She'd been close...so closeout fallen just short. Whether she considered it or not, Eric mumbled his word for a second time..." S-... stop." And this time... with two hands facing the women in the distance, his body propped up with his arm and shoulder leaning against the door frame, he noticed the decline in struggle. Eva and Victoria didn't change positions, but the fight pulling Victoria opposite his powerful tug was negated. Victoria was let go from Eva's grip, and Eva, despite trying her damnedest could not step to follow Victoria. Victoria was forced to hover back a little more toward the doorway, and Eva was forced to let her grip slide unintentionally. It was when Eric noticed Eva could not (or would not) move, and Victoria's equally inactive, that he stopped pulling the hovering mother. He turned his wrist, forcing Victoria to stand yet again, after all, it would be so damn awkward to explain to anyone passing by how some woman was just flying, or hovering in midair. Eric would bring them back eventually, Eva forced to turn and walk, Victoria doing the same, but as they did, Eric let himself sigh a heavier breath. Another heavy inhale and exhale. Now, with both women under his control, he let his eyes close again, and stopped their walking commands. They were still on the road, but much closer now, and this time Eric let them stand there, frozen in place. He brought his palms to his eyes and cheeks, wiping away the watery blur again, and this time, found he was making progress regaining clarity of sight." Oh-... Laugh-... what am I going to do with you ladies, hm?"he uttered shaking his head. He seemed prepared, poised to shut their lips again if they were to yell or scream, but what good would yell and screaming do now? Eric was a king in this town, he had gone under the radar in controlling Eva before for the optics, he maintained illusions and kept his power under the bar, but now that he'd shown the women what he was capable of, he also had nothing to hide in showing them that the town would do absolutely nothing to help them even if they did yell and scream. Maybe it would be better for them to get that message sooner than later." You think you can just leave? You think you ... both of you... I..." He stuttered, stepping out from the doorway as if he needed the fresh air now more than anything. His pace brought him to Victoria first, the woman of the pair who had been in front ever since they were forced to start walking back." I'm disappointed in you Victoria. I thought... Furthermore, I thought we were past this." He made a show, standing in front of her, and for her part, Victoria took the opportunity to let him know that her daughter, while her concern...was not wrong." You're sick, Eric. Something... is genuinely wrong in your wiring. You need help. You need to let someone help you. This is no way to LI-..." Her words may have bordered on compassionate, but it was interpreted by the man as tough love gone wrong. She was talking down to him. She meant that he was sick as in, sick in the head, but all Eric heard when she called him sick was the context that he must be disgusting, vomit-inducing, repulsive. These were things Eva so clearly stated to him before, now they were coming from Victoria? No... no that was unacceptable." It's okay." Eric dismissed her words, passive aggression decorating his tone. He ran a finger through Victoria's hair, letting his hand clasp the back of her neck." Your daughter, I'll admit, I was hoping you'd rub off on her, and we could have a pleasant time. But-... it seems... she's the one rubbing off on you. I know you don't mean it."" Eric listens to me. I mean it, okay? I mean every word. You... have... to STO-..." Her words were interrupted by Eric shaking his head and uttering a command of his own." Kiss me." Victoria's jaw dropped, her lips not coming together to form the 'p' at the end of the word 'stop'. Instead, her mouth seemed to freeze an open position, already perfectly poised to be kissed. She altered her lips slightly, widening the space between them, and tilting her head despite obvious attempts to stop it. Eric's head tilted in the opposite direction, and he closed the gap between their lips indulging in a soft, delicious, and most crucially... a 'silencing' kiss. This wasn't just any kiss however... Eric's eyes didn't gloss over and shut at the moment. He was not wrapped up in heated passion, but instead, as his lips were warmed and his tongue caressed by a slightly squirming and muffled moaning Victoria, his eyes were open, clearly glaring at the woman behind her. Oh, yes... he was kissing Victoria, or rather, forcing her to kiss him... but it was a message to Eva. His glance was a glare, his request, no... demand to be kissed by Victoria was more of a challenge to Eva to stop it than anything else. Challenges should be possible however, and nothing Eva could do now could stop it. So-... the kiss dragged on. Eric finally let his eyes gloss shut, after being content that Eva was exposed to the action of her mother's helpless public display... and finally he broke the kiss himself." Go inside... sit down at the table... we're going to decide an appropriate punishment for tonight's outburst, my love." His words were enough to send a struggling and partially flinching Victoria on a steady pace back to the house, but Eric didn't follow. Eric didn't move, instead, Eric stood until Eva's legs brought her to where Victoria had been standing mere seconds ago." And you. I can't say I'm disappointed in you." he began." You're 21, you're blazing your own trail, you're giving authority the middle finger, you're in the prime of your life, where you can get away with telling anyone you find beneath you that they can go fuck themselves. Oh... he-he... no, Eva, I'm not disappointed in you." This time, he brought his hand to her hair, and just as he had run his fingers through Victoria's hair seconds ago, he did the same with Eva. The insinuation was intense, the parallel was picturesque. Eric eyed her softly, talking calmly, and anyone watching might well think he was amusing himself by examining the daughter in the same light as the mother. This... was Victoria's little girl...all grown up. Was it so wrong to be aroused by her too?" I'm-... rather turned on in fact. You're not a little girl anymore Eva... you're grown. Tonight, I want to know what it is you did to me. I was content to have a nice family meal, to get to know you, to hear about school and the world that you're coming into." Eric proceeded to lean in, this time postponing the parallel, not making Eva kiss him, but rather, whispering against her ear." But you fucked me little lady. You fucked me good, as you can see. You almost killed me... and I want to know how. So tonight, wearing to talk." His closeness to Eva was not without effect. Eva had almost killed him several moments ago. Right now, Eva's form was so statuesque in its stillness, so incapable of movement that Eric felt comfortable being this close to her. She couldn't headbutt him or bite at him because all she could really control was her eyes at the moment. Eric in turn let his head shift back from her ear, giving her a creepy once-over... from head to toe, and back up. He let his eyes feast on the outfit she was wearing, that he would soon peel her out of." So ... you're going to go, sit down at the table next to your mother, and by the time we've finished eating, I'm going to have my answers." Then... Eva felt her legs moving into that forced walk yet again..." Shall we?" ("Come on, mom!" Eva practically dragged her mom along behind her. They were close to the end of the driveway and Victoria's legs were carrying her as fast as physically possible down the long driveway. The shadows were already pooling around Eva's feet, ready to drag her and her mother into the darkness when something else grabbed them. The stop was so abrupt that Eva cried out. She spun on one foot as her grip with her mom refused to yield. She spun in place as Victoria was pulled back from her and their hands finally left one another. Eva fell to the ground, trying to ignore her butt jiggle that Creep-Face probably enjoyed to no end. It didn't take long for Eva to pick herself up, though, and she shot after her mom. It was creepy, like ghosts were floating her mom back into some kind of haunted house. That didn't matter. She wrapped her arms around her mom's waist and dug her feet into the ground. She stopped their movement towards the house and even started dragging her mom away again." Run, Eva. Leave me. Run now!" Victoria cried out, but almost as soon as she did, Eva's body went rigid. Her daughter's eyes went wide with shock as she was immediately silenced and forced to stand stock still. Victoria found feet touching the ground once again. She tried to put on a brave face for Eva, but she was turned around so that Eva had to look at her back. She was glaring at Eric as she and Eva were forced to walk back towards him. Her hips were swinging, and she knew he was taking in her mile long legs clad in the skin-tight jeans that he'd bought her. Her feet clad in heeled boots. She was fashionably dressed, but he was the one that had picked out the outfit. It was something that Victoria would have worn, no doubt, but she felt dirty for having had someoneelsepick it out for her. She stopped a few feet away from him, and she heard Eva's footsteps stop as well." You're sick, Eric. Something... is genuinely wrong in your wiring. You need help. You need to let someone help you. This is no way to LI-..." She seethed when he cut her off with a wave of his hand. She was compassionate as ever, but parts of her wanted to snap his neck for what he'd done to her. He'd twisted his own reality and ambushed her when she came to visit her parents. Ever since she'd been a captive in her own body. He could control her with a few words. He could almost alter her ownmindto think that she loved him. There were moments of clarity, of course, but they were fleeting, and she was never able to act on them. As his hand brushed through her hair, she tilted her head away from him. It was almost as bad as when he was inside her. And now Eva was here, and he was making comments that would make her break the law...if she could." Eric listens to me. I mean it, okay? I mean every word. You... have... to STO-..." She'd found her voice again and Victoria tried to reason with him again. He cut her off once more with a command that made her want to puke...but at the same time it excited her. She knew she was losing herself to the commands again, and she fought it hard. Her brows furrowed as her lips formed for a kiss. Finally, he came over to her and they exchanged a heated kiss. Her tongue eagerly fought with his as she draped her arms over his shoulders. She was having a hard time remembering why she was so upset with him. It just felt so good to kiss him again. The kiss was just a show, though, and that was something that Eva knew as he stared at her and manipulated her mom. Her mom lost herself in the kiss, and she might have been silenced, but that didn't hide the contempt in her eyes or the disgust creeping along her lips. He soon lost himself in the kiss when he was satisfied with looking at Eva. The kiss ended and Victoria was suddenly back. She couldn't speak, but her own disgust was clear. The order had her walking inside as she tried to work against it. Her body just refused to stop. In fact, the only time she did stop was when she righted the chairs at the table, and she sat down, once again unable to move. Thoughts swarmed her mind. They were fantasies of all the different ways she could kill Eric if she only was released for some short amount of time. What killed her, though, were other thoughts. Like what he and Eva were doing outside still. He'd shown an interest in her daughter and that meant that he was thinking about raping her. She put it out of her mind. No. She would stop him. She was going to make it so that he took her to bed instead. Meanwhile, outside Eva was stuck. She was forced to endure as Eric approached her after dismissing her mother inside. She was stuck. Her upper lip curled, but then she lost control of even that movement. She could only move her eyes. He ran his hand along her hair, into her ponytail and gripped the side of her face. She felt the bile marching up her throat, but she stood stock still. She couldn't make a face. Instead, her eyes were wide in terror as he leaned in. It was true fright. She hadn't felt it in a long time. Not even when fighting her nemesis. She could move then. She could fight him with all of her heart. Even if she lost, she was still giving it her all. Now Eric was stripping her of that ability. He leaned it, like he was going to give her a kiss. She wanted to lean away, pull her head to the side, but neither were happening. He moved his head at the last second and Eva released a breath she didn't even realize she was holding. He was whispering to her, though. Furthermore, he must have thought it was romantic, but his stubble scraped against her cheek and his voice, his body, hiseverythingwas utterly repulsive. Furthermore, he told her that they'd talk, but she had the feeling he was thinking of more than that. Finally, he pulled away and she found her legs moving again. This time she wasn't able to move anything but her legs and her hips as he forced her to sashay back inside. She settled in the chair near her mom at the table and sat with her hands placed on her thighs, and forced to stare forward. Her eyes did briefly dart to her mom, but she was just as unable to speak or move as Eva. This guy was sick and Eva was starting to feel like she might never see New York again. The onlygoodthing about this is that she told the league where she was going. They'd send someone after her in a few days... she hoped. Eric's re-entry into the house was made with little more than a scan of a glance. The night had gotten considerably out of control and Eric didn't do well in situations where he couldn't control everything almost entirely. The thought that fate, that universal design, that karma, would spring another unplanned trouble upon him lingered in the back of his mind, like an itch that just wouldn't go away. When was the last time he'd cared who saw what he did? It was actually months. His control over the town was so complete, so well-rounded that he genuinely had no reason for concern. Someone who needed to be in control, who needed to go beyond every possible outcome, into the realm of controlling them to the point that only outcomes he'd allow as possibilities existed; to a man like that Eva's rebellion here was a fundamental reset. A reset of his confidence. A reset of his humor. A realigning of his assessment. Victoria's kiss was delicious, and the look in her eyes as is Eric could have shot a man in front of her, and she'd still be madly in love with him, thinking somehow that man must have deserved it, or that Eric may have killed him to save her, oh yes, that kind of delusion, Victoria was defenseless against for short bursts of time now. This was proven by that kiss, by the soft gaze, the sensual nature of her allowing his touch. And while she could snap out of it, always too late, always past the point of Eric's satisfaction, Eva was still capable of more defined resistance. Eva was not yet within the realm of Eric's control where he could bring her to lose herself emotionally and mentally to his voice. Inside the house, Eric turned on the water washing his hands for several seconds, then drying them, he made his way back into the kitchen to see both women seated, the table having been reset as if the previous event hadn't happened. The women were peacefully positioned, despite the looks in their eyes that could be anything but. And of course, the occasional ache from Eric's neck throbbed whenever he turned his head a certain way. It would pass, but until it did, it would remind him of just what a naughty girl Eva had been. If there was any chance Eva could have been given the leniency of being his love's daughter, the most important person in his love's life, if there was even the slightest possibility that Eric would show the discipline of keeping his hands off of her out of respect for Victoria, that possibility was snuffed out the moment Eva proved she could play with the big boys. Eric made his way to his own seat and sat down, this time, taking his fork and knife into his hand and digging into his pasta. His fork stabbed into the mass of delectable strands, his knife following, and as his fork rotated, whirling the surrounding spaghetti, the knife served as a fixing tool to guide the spaghetti into an effortless loop that then disappeared behind his lips. A few seconds chewing, a testing gulp, a momentary cringe from the modest throbbing ache his neck experienced again, but gladly it wasn't as bad as it might have been. He didn't say anything at first, a 2nd forkful... then as he brought his napkin to his lips, it was only at this point that he noticed the women themselves were not eating. Well... not that he could blame them right? Odds are they'd lost their appetite. No-... No-... you know what? He could blame them. He could, and he would. Eva in particular." Come on ladies, before it gets cold, hm?" Victoria would find herself compelled to begin to eat, though Eva would experience no such force. Even if Victoria was almost spellbound to take a bite, like that kiss, it would be something she'd do for a little, and perhaps snap back out of in time. Eva however, Eric was testing. Eva would possibly not feel compelled to eat at all. He had to start on her early, he had to begin benchmarking progress. How soon would Eva start feeling small cravings, small impulse-driven needs, small instinctive need to obey Eric's words? The only way he'd now would be to constantly test her. Test her with little demands, little commands, suggestions, requests. As Victoria slowly dug her fork into her food, and brought it to her lips, Eric nodded in a smile, bringing his glass to his lips and taking a drink. Victoria was as pliable as ever. Good to know some things didn't change. His eyes shifted toward Eva as if the girl should really consider making use of the semi-free will she had. What Eva would find herself in now was an autopilot situation. She was a train on a one way track. She could move her arms and hands, but she could not move them freely. If she tried to move them, she'd find them locked into a single possible motion, to eat her pasta. Any attempt to move would not seem perfectly frozen or impossible now, but it would feel like her body wasn't doing what it was supposed to. She might feel like jumping at Eric and striking him down, but her legs wouldn't move, only her arms. Fine, she might feel like throwing her knife at him... but that gesture didn't seem to be available to her. The only thing she could do if she tried to move at all would be to go through the motions of digging her fork and knife into her food, bringing it to her own lips, and returning her wrists to the table until she would repeat the process. Of course, once she realized this, unlike Victoria who'd be in a haze of obedience due to feeling like she actually wanted to eat before the food got cold(er)... Eva might well bring her body to stop. She might well not want to eat so much that she'd not allow her own body to move. Eric's power didn't force her to eat, at least not yet, but it was not giving her the freedom to hurt him either. If she wanted to move her arms at all, she'd find them only capable of going through the simple motions of digging her fork and knife into her food and bringing it to her lips, and returning her wrists to the table. If she didn't want to move her arms, she'd find herself able to keep them perfectly still. Only this stillness would not be the horrifying stillness she experienced before under Eric's control. This stillness would be defiance to Eric's command. Earlier, she wanted to move, and Eric forced her to stand still. Now, Eric wants her to eat, so sitting perfectly still is ironically the only way she could defy him. Would she? Eric almost hoped she would. It would make it so easy to start their new game. (sat with her legs slightly parted, her hands on her thighs, and her eyes staring straight forward. Her lips were sealed shut, as if Eric had frozen her and poured crazy glue over them to keep them shut. Her hair was a bit of a mess, but it was still back in the ponytail and her back was rigid as a board. She watched the pig eat his dinner, slurping one bite of spaghetti into his mouth and then another. He was the most disgusting man on Earth, and she wanted nothing more than to rip his throat from his neck. He ordered them to eat and she jerked slightly. It was a small jump that let her know, as much as him, that he'd scared her out of her thoughts. Her eyes shifted to her mom, who began eating again, despite any loss of appetite. Her eyes shot back to the bulge of a man before her that just smiled happily and looked at her in return. Eva lifted her hand quickly, her right sliding up her thigh, to her fork and then shot into the pasta like she was trying to kill the bowl with the utensil. Her eyes shot down to her dinner as her hand moved through the noodles, gathering several on her fork, before lifting it and some of the meat sauce to her mouth. She opened and at a bite, chewing for a moment, and then swallowed. She carefully placed the napkin against her lips before returning her hands to her thighs. Her heart was beating fiercely. That wasnotwhat she'd intended when she moved. She was going to fling him across the room with her shadows and potentially impale him on one or two of the shadow tendrils. She wasn't able to do any of it; she was only able to take a bite of her dinner. He had a lot more control over her than she cared to admit at that moment. She squeezed her own thigh in an attempt to reassure herself that she had some control over her own body. She lifted her hands again, and again they went to the utensil. Furthermore, she stopped, dropped her fork and returned her hands to her thighs. Her brows knit together as she tried again, this time she tried to move her hands forward, towards her knees, but they only slid back towards her. Eva returned her hands to their original position as the anger became more and more apparent on her face. She tried this a half dozen times, each time feeling like Jim Carrey in Liar when he was trying to do nothing more than call a blue pen red. She was trying to touch her own knees, and all she could do was slide her hands towards her crotch before attempting another bite. It resulted in her rubbing up and down her muscular legs, but never having her hands leave them. She continued to try and kill him, but all she could do was rub her hands back and forth on her legs. She eyed Eric with all the hatred in the world. Furthermore, she remained silent and Stoic as she glared forward at him. Her mother ate her pasta like some kind of obedient pet. She couldn't believe howpissedshe was at her own mom for not fighting backhander. The woman was the strongest Eva knew by a long shot, and she was sitting there eating, and even making pleasurable little sounds about how good it was. Her eyes darted to her mom and shifted back to Eric. If she could just move her fingers, just retain some self-control, she could run this man into the ground. She concentrated so hard that the vein on her forehead started to bulge, but she couldn't get her hands to obey her. She wasn't sure of his plans for her, but he couldn't keep this up 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, right? There was some point that he would have to sleep, and she fantasized about how she'd create a shadow knife and slide it into his back while he slept! Eric proceeded to eat at a considerably faster pace than Eva. You'd not get the impression that he hadn't eaten in a day, but by contrast to a woman who only put a few bites in her mouth as a locked-in consequence of trying to tear his head off (were there even the slightest of possibilities) ... he was positively stuffing his face. Normalcy or the illusion thereof in this situation was not to be...normal.the only thing that made his situation seem natural and hers not so much is that Victoria eat casually as well. It was a funny experience for Eric, being in the room with someone who wasn't under his mental control as well as physical. A long time ago he felt this all the time, he had one or two people perfectly under his control, but then days were spent converting others. Control over their bodies was one thing, but being around them long enough for there to be a blending and blurring of the line between physical and mental control; that took time. In time, Eric's time spent around people who could choose to oppose him never really did drop until the very end. See... part of him wanted to find an efficient way to gain control of everyone, but it just wasn't doable. Eric's control over one's mind was the eventual byproduct of their being under his puppetry control. You might say it was a side effect, so you could spend a great deal of time around Eric in a setting where he wouldn't use his puppetry against you, and you'd be perfectly fine. There were no pheromones, there were no mental stimuli that acted independently to control your will. No... those bonds of the mind formed as an additive to the bindings of his puppetry. The more time you spent under his control, the more his mind was linked to yours allowing him to control your body, and the more time that link was active, the more susceptible you were to the more drugging effects of his influence. Eric could gather a good number of his kidnapped victims in a room, and simply effect his puppetry technique. Even if he forced them to do nothing, the fact that he activated it meant his mind was linked to all of theirs. In their paralysis, in their inability to move, inability to speak, hell, he even kept their eyes shut so no 1 kidnap victim could tell another; he kept his mental link to them open. In doing nothing with their bodies except activating his puppetry technique, he let time pass in the form of minutes, hours... where they did nothing but remain under his influence. In time, several days later, they'd find themselves susceptible to his mental manipulation almost as easily as his physical puppetry. As time passed fewer and fewer people existed in the town who were not part of his new brand of 'community member'. Those who were not under his mental and physical control were less and less in number among a herd of sleeper-agent-like loyalists to him and when their turn eventually came to be kidnapped, or called to meet him to discuss a need or plan an event, ask for a toy, you name it; when a 'free spirit' was called to encounter him, their absence was not noted by anyone. Time passed, this person went back and forth from the community and after a few days being spent with Eric as his guest (his silent, immobile, unmoving, unseeing, non-speaking or non-hearing guest)... they were returned to the community as one of the others. They were all in good company, all fully loyal to Eric, all under his influence, and no one really aware of what it meant, or how it had come to pass.So here was Eric for several months, with nobody in the town to kidnap, nobody to hypnotize, nobody to keep on his 'strings' simply for the purpose of letting that mental link strengthen and strengthen until his mind was almost one with theirs. There was no one. This town belonged fully to him...until Eva arrived. So here was Victoria, eating away, flattering him with how good the meal was (despite her being the one who made it!) and how satisfied she appeared to be in her environment. It was as if the past few minutes had never happened, and for Eva, that could be scary to notice in Victoria. For someone who could be so easily brought to forget anything that happens just minutes ago means that Eric could do no wrong. Honestly! Anything he did that she didn't like, he didn't have to be held accountable for, she could just be made to forget it. That is what differentiated Eva from Victoria now. Eva still had her wits about her, she was still aware, she was not completely lost down the rabbit hole yet. Eric could not snap his fingers, or tilt his head, give her a confusing question and then subtly ask her: "You're happy, aren't you dear?" only to have her answer in a hazed hypnotic truly believed statement like: "Of course I am dear, why wouldn't I be?" No... Eva was not under this spell. Eva could hold him to account. She was not forgetting, she knew everything he did, and he would not have the satisfaction of forcing her to treat him as if it was perfectly fine. Funny... how you could miss having someone like Eva in the room. It was as if she was the only other one here. Victoria was clearly there, but in her haze of spellbound loyalty. This whole town was in a haze of spellbound loyalty to him, admiration, flattery, enjoyment and friendship, only these positive traits existed about him in the town. Eva was her own person. Eva was the stone that now caused his calm waters to ripple. Eva was someone worth talking to, worth interacting with, because for the time being at least, he couldn't trick her. He couldn't lie to her. He couldn't imply to her that everything was swell, and allow his power to cause her mind to gloss over in empty agreement. No-... Eva was here in body...and mind. Perhaps the only one in the town he could have a very honest conversation with of any consequence. Imagine that, huh? Well, there was one thing preventing them from having that conversation, wasn't there? He tilted his head to the side, acknowledging the ferocious looks she gave him, eyes that bore the very threat of death behind their gaze." You look like you have something you'd like to get off your chest Eva. Come, come. We're all adults here..." And with that, she'd find her lips free to move again. It was a far cry from her arms being free, let alone her whole body, but hearing her speak didn't seem like it'd be a bad time, so Eric saw no point in denying himself the pleasure of her frustration. Then... he smirked turning toward her mother Victoria." In fact... won't you pour your lovely little angel another glass of wine?" Victoria turned toward Eric, and then Eva... back to Eric, with a slight problem. Eva's glass was still mostly full! It was a problem Eric seemed to have planned for? Even eagerly intent on remedying. He turned back toward Eva, deciding to make a show of frustration to counter how much she'd been trying to move her arms before to do anything other than eat. Now... she'd find her left arm doing just that. Her left hand was slowly being forced to grip her glass, just as he did his own... and in no small joke of a threat, the idea of getting her drunk seemed to play on Eric's ego. It would take far more than this, but this would be a good start, right? She had enough warning, though it wasn't an eternity. Her left hand was forced to dab its fingers against her glass before they pinched and inevitably squeezed to secure a grip she couldn't release. Eric casually lifted the glass to 'her' mouth by lifting his own. His own glass had very little wine left in it, but hers had quite a bit, so even as he tipped his glass pouring the last bit of his drink past his lips, he kept his glass in place forcing Eva to copy his movement. The result however was that with more liquid in her glass than his own, she would be forced to effectively consume the rest of her glass before placing her glass gently back on the table at the same speed and time of movement that Eric did his own empty glass." Ahhhh-..."he is breath seemed to hiss lowly, like a groaned whisper before his words." That's a good year." At this time... he addressed Victoria again: "Won't you top us off again, my love?" And then his attention turned back to Eva, ensuring that she could not have spit her drink out in protest or done anything other than what she'd been controlled to do before her mouth was freely given back to her." Please, Eva. Don't be so quiet around here. Surely you must have so much to talk to your mother about? Shehasmissed you, you know. It'd be such a shame for this night to be something so bitter and wasted, don't you think? Honestly. Tell us about your time away." Victoria tried to fight it, she did... why couldn't Eric just leave her alone. She had to tell him. That was it. She knew she couldn't tell him he was a monster, but Eva wasn't used to him. He could leave Eva alone." Eric..." she began only to get a look from him. It wasn't long, it wasn't even very defined, it was simply a glance, and that glance seemed to have an effect that she might not have been aware of at all. It was the type of look from Eric that would say: "Yes dear?" only not the kind of look that wanted much of an answer in reply. The answer that came forth was..." Away. Yes, have you been okay over there?"her words turned toward Eva, inclined to bring her into conversation, only unlike Eric's patronizing command that Eva should speak, her mother's voice was a Benedict Arnold of friendly betrayal. It wasn't meant to be said. God... why couldn't she stop herself? Eva didn't have to be some plaything put on display to satisfy Eric's curiosity or amusement. Why couldn't he just leave her alone!? Why wasshesuddenly so curious to hear from her daughter about her time away as well!? It didn't seem... right. And yet... the curiosity seemed oh so real. Almost... Almost 'shared' between her mind and Eric's. Damn him. Damn him damn him. And yet... how soon before she'd find herself thinking that Eva's disliking of him was just because 'she didn't understand him'. Victoria's anger at Eric had long stopped being something that lived more than a few minutes at a time. She felt so... weak. She felt like... any desire to fight him was a fragile candle being held as you walked out into a rainstorm. It was only a matter of time before that light would go out, and she'd forget everything she knew right now. Why... was it so impossible to fight him? (her mom turn into a puppet was like tearing the heart out of Eva right then and there. Her eyes went wide as her mother's will withered away into nothingness. She couldn't believe that the strongest woman in her life was reduced to this. Her upper lip curled, despite Eric's control over her, and Eva started to shake with pure anger running through her veins. As soon as he gave her the ability to speak, she turned her head towards him. Wispy shadows darted across her eyes until they turned solid black. "I'm going tokillyou!!" She shouted across the table. It sounded good and looked fierce as Eva's shadow abilities soared, but they were restrained by her inability to move. She just needed to jerk her head or move her fingers in the way she wanted. Shadowy wisps shot down the lengths of her arms, curling around her fingers, but still nothingreallyhappened. "You better watch me every moment of every day, because I'm going to--" She cut herself off as her left arm raised, her fingers delicately curling around the stem of the glass. Eva sealed her lips shut tight even as Eric forced her to cup the bottom of the glass, pulling it towards her. She fought so hard to throw it at him, but her will was inconsequential in the matter. He wasn't controlling her mind. He was controlling her body. As the rim of the glass touched her lips, she found it impossible to keep them sealed shut anymore. She stopped biting down on them, curling her lips in between her teeth, and she even opened her mouth. Her brows furrowed as her anger was quelled for the moment by the sweet alcohol being poured down her throat. She downed the entire glass of wine before she was force to gently put it back down and her mom fixed her another in the tall glass. Eva swallowed and glared at Eric. "You son of a bitch!" She wasn't sure if she was more pissed that he'd controlled her body or if, just for a second, he'd made her believe that she wanted to get drunk. He did it again, pulling her glass to her lips and forcing her to drink another glass of wine. She hadn't had much of anything to eat, and she was rather tiny anyway. By the end of the second glass she swallowed hard and blinked at the monster across from her. Her glassy black eyes faded back to brown and the tendrils of shadow dissipated into nothingness. She wavered slightly in her chair as the hatred rolled off of her." I'm going to kill you..." It was a little less effective this time, since she was wavering in her seat and the words were a little more drunken. She was a light-weight anyway, without food he could get her plastered on the wine alone. She looked to her mom as she asked that question. Her eyes shot back to Eric. "You can't keep this up forever." Eric's fingers twitched at Eva's shout. Incredible... even now... she could make him jump a little inside. It was ironic that he couldn't quite find himself fully angry at her, or fully dismissive of her. The threat was real... it was certainly proven based on how close she'd already gotten... so why couldn't he bring himself to kill her? She was...exciting. In an effort to mask the scare she gave him even now, he looked to mock her, he looked to display his power even more, and he did this by making her drink." Careful little lady..."he began, using her words 'you better watch me every moment of every day' against her." Don't threaten me with a good time." It seemed like a passive enough use of his power, making her drink. Hardly a punishment, yes? But what came next was a surprise even he hadn't expected. After just two drinks, her words were no less of a threat, but her tone was far less threatening. He watched as she struggled to remain firmly seated. Her posture seemed to be more a testament to his puppetry control than anything else. As her voice began to descend, her posture began to lean this way and that, it looked as if she might feel a small sensation of her world beginning to spin. No-... it couldn't be that easy? Could it?" I'm going to kill you... You can't keep this up forever." Eric knew he'd have to tie her up for a few hours of every 24-hour period if he wanted to get any sleep, but for now, he was curious about a potential alternate arrangement. That alternative was a much more pleasant and tasteful use of alcohol." I believe you're right. You clearly can't wait to get your hands on me... and I concede that I can't keep this up forever." The words were complete mockery and faulty concession. It was as if he gave her words due value, but his solution was going to be the least likeable outcome for her." I think I should show you to your room..."" Eric-! Eric, please do-..." Victoria managed a small burst that faded again with little more than a glare from Eric. That glare was not all he gave though." Victoria my sweet... I am 'not' in the mood!" And almost immediately, her mouth zipped shut, not only that, but her eyes fell to the table, as if she were some slave serving in Eric's serfdom, and she had just angered her Lord. Eric turned back to Eva... expecting an outburst, another display of rage that was not just aimed at what he was doing to her, but his treatment of her mother. Eric was quickly losing the plot of illusions here. The ability to sell that this was a happy-go-lucky relationship with Victoria being perfectly pleased to serve him was falling apart, crumbling at it's very foundations as every outburst, every objection, every time Eric used his power on her openly, it would show a viewer like Eva who was not under his spell... that this was not what it appeared to be. Eric's happy narrative of a love-filled relationship with Victoria was a scheme. It could be a healthy scheme yes... but it was a scheme all the same. Was his control over the town the same? If someone were to follow him every minute of every day, would they find him seeing rebellion in others here or there? Or was Victoria a special case because he enjoyed putting her under his control, and letting her out from under it for a few minutes at a time? Eric stood... pouring one more drink for Eva... testing the effect it would have even as she admonished him further. Then... with little verbal response of his own, he forced her to drink a 3rd glass as he walked behind her, placing his palms on her shoulders and massaging them briefly." Come now. If I have to watch you... you're sure as hell going to entertain me, aren't you?" Again her words were used against her... and she would feel her body being forced to stand, and casually make her way toward the staircase." Victoria my love, you'll see to the table, won't you?" (glasses this big were never meant to be full. They were meant to hold the liquid in the bottom and then for the drinker to smell the wine before it ever hit her lips. Eva glared at Eric as he twisted her words time and again. She sneered at him, but she knew whatever she said that he would twist them again...and she didn't trust herself with the wine she'd had to say the exact right thing. She wished she came in her suit, and just thrown him through a wall or let those shadow tendrils kill him. If it was a masked heroine, there was some slim chance that her mother wouldn't have recognized her that way. That was part of the problem, wasn't it? If she'd come in here for the rescue, why did she come? Why would her mom leave with her? She set her jaw as Eric approached Eva. "Like hell!" She said almost in time with her mom's protest, yet her mother was the one to take the punishment for it. Something about that phrase forced her mom to close her lips and look down. "You son of a bitch! I'm going to murder you for what you've done to her!" Her chair slid back due to her feet pressing against the ground. She was surprised by it and started to stand, but Eric plopped her down into her seat again, filled that large wine glass once again. The bottle was emptying far more quickly than it should have, and now Eva was face with a large, third glassful of the alcoholic liquid. She'd had nearly three-quarters of the bottle by herself and in a time-span of less than five minutes with this glass. She brought the glass up to her lips, even as she was standing and drank every drop of it. Furthermore, she put her glass down as she felt sick to her stomach. She looked like she might throw it back up for a moment even as she stood there, her chair having now fallen to the ground. As the alcohol seeped into her bloodstream she felt more and more like she might fall straight forward and onto the table. She managed to stay on her feet even as Eric's hands gripped her shoulders, turned her towards the stairs, and started moving her for them. She ascended quietly as the drinks she'd had started taking more and more of a grip of her. She'd had to bring her suitcase in just to keep up the show that she was visiting. Furthermore, she'd checked every room in the house before wanting to get her mom the hell out of there. Furthermore, she figured if there was trouble, at least her suit was only in the back of her case. Furthermore, she could shadow-port here at the drop of a hat and change. Instead, she was drunkenly pondering why her suitcase was on the bed. She was still pissed, but she was having a hard time fighting the alcohol working its way through her petite frame. Her eyes lulled a bit as she looked over to him. "I will kill you if you touch me again."

No Strings Attached, Revenge of the Puppeteer (Darwishi and Kristen)|rating:2.0

Now is the year of my discontent (Bethany Farrell x Pinkbunny)

I keep talking on my phone. As I drive to the bus station to pick up my little sister. "Can you believe it? Mom is forcing me to take her this year. Forcing me!" I can see from the other end of the conversation this is the first time of seeing me submissive and takes her cut. "Oh bitch please. I have to take it from my mother. From you, I'll fucking put you in the cage for a while." I smile. At 25 Kari drips lesbian "butch style" Small nose piercing, nipples pierced, the works." That's it slut, you know you want it too. Well if that little snot-nosed brat thinks she can ruin my life, she's got another thing coming." I pull in and park. "Ok gotta go, stay wet for me." I hang up, get out and storm into the station. I hope I don't have to wait long. At least mom is covering her expenses while she's here. Hamm drinks are on me bitches! I think to myself. I look through the crowd to see if I can see her. Oh, well she is my sis. Underneath all that tough exterior, I do love her. I just don't want her to mess with my life, I like it just where it is. In the crowd I see one of my former bitches and make eye contact. I move in behind her and without warning, I lift her short skirt, and pull aside her thong to dip into her nice inviting pussy. As she knows better, she just casually shields her body from everyone else, and allows me to grope her. I pull my fingers out licking them. "Mmm still tastes good Vanessa" I whisper in her ear. I move off hoping to find my sis and get the hell out of here.... Alicia was only seventeen when she got her early acceptance into College, being able to quit school a year early as she had all her credits and moving halfway across the country to attend college. The troubling part was a housing situation, as Alicia nor her parents had the money to afford a dorm room, and while sororities were also an option, Alicia did not fare well in crowds, always being a bit of a wet blanket, pushing many people away. She wasn't mean in any way, nor was she dominating in nature, in fact those who got to know her could tell she was easily manipulated, naive even, but there were times Alicia was the exact opposite as well, although rare. Lacking a backbone, figuratively, she really was easily pushed around, and when her sister was living at home, it most likely worked in Kari's favor. But that was quite a few years ago." I get off the bus and already Kari is more interested in others than saying ho to her little sister" Alicia smiled pulling her headphones down to hang around her neck. It almost seemed like Alicia had dressed up, but in reality she implies took her cooler clothing. In Washington, she experienced winter, but in the southern states, such as Florida where the girls were, a bulky sweater hardly seemed appropriate, so she was wearing her old school uniform. She left the blazer behind but kept the rest as it did not carry her school's crest. A white blouse, with the sleeves rolled up, a sort skirt just above the knees, knee-high black socks and black flats. She waited for her sister to stop molesting Vanessa before embracing her sister in a hug. Over the past few years Alicia had filled out quite a bit. The mosquito bites Kari would have seen last time had grown into rather magnificent globes, filling out a large c-cup, not that she wore one, Alicia had no need for the support. Her waist was slim her body holding the proper curves and flawless porcelain skin covered her entire body. Green emeralds took the pace of her eyes and white pearls could be seen when she did smile. She pressed her body up against her sister tightly resting her head on her sister's chest "I missed you so much." I scan the crowd of the incoming buses, and try to get a glimpse of her. Damn there's too many people. I look at my watch. Christ It's 11am already. I want to get home and relax before my 3 pm shift. Kari worked shifts at a large adult book and video store. It was one of the best gigs she ever did. She had worked herself up to store manager easily, and now had a staff of three to look after. I turn around almost feeling like she maybe saw me first, I scowl. Then I soften. "Hi Ali. I'm not sure how this will work out, but I promised mom I'll give it a try." I return your embrace, and feeling a bit like a big sister again. Furthermore, I do have fond memories of playing together when you were younger, taking care of you when needed, the usual big sis things. As you embrace me though I can feel your body. I almost betray myself, but I keep my tongue in check for the moment. "So is this all you got?" I motion to the small portage luggage set. "Well ok then my car's this way." Silently I start towards my car, and expect you to follow and keep up. I look back to make sure your coming, and pull out my car keys to unlock the doors. As I get to the car I say rather impatiently "Well come on now hurry up." I pop the trunk for you, and sit in the driver seat waiting. Alicia was quick to follow, only falling behind due to her sister's larger steps. Her small luggage was due to a lack of lighter clothes. Being the type to enjoy winter she never really had many clothes suited for summer, and spent most time inside an air-conditioned house on those days anyway. But she took what she had, along with a small shopping spree for more before leaving. Some of them still had their tags. Placing her Suitcase in the trunk she insiders Alicia entered the car her attitude changed, however. Still held a smile but it seemed put on. While Alicia hated crowds, being alone with someone seemed to be even more of an anxiety attack for her. Sure she was able to be with her mom by themselves, but she barely knew her sister. Several years had passed an Alicia barely recognized her. Like she knew what Kari looked like, that was not difficult, but personality, she doubted her sister was still the way she was when she was eighteen, seven years ago, just before she went off to college and started her own life. She sat quietly for most of the ride until they got to her sister's house. The arrangement was simple. Alicia was to keep out of trouble and her mother would pay for everything. Even giving a little extra to Kari as she was saving her a lot more money by providing a bed for Alicia. Of coarse the one thing their mother seemed oblivious to was that if anything would get Alicia in trouble, it would probably be living with her sister that would do her in. Of coarse Alicia didn't tell her that, she had not seen Kari in years, she was happy to be given the chance to live with her." Its kind of big for one person isn't it?" She asked getting out of the car when they arrived. It looked like it had more to it than what appeared. She counted the necessary rooms in her head, the upper floor seemed to match that, but then she had a basement which Alicia could tell from the foundation Which meant that she was still a floor short. It just seemed like a lot for one person to maintain. Ali finally did come quietly by and got her stuff secured. I watch in the rearview mirror, as she closes the trunk and gets in the car. As we drive along the route home, I see she is not much of a talker. Fine with me. "So I guess your not much of a talker are you Ali?" I at least try to break the ice. Well if this was moms doing, the least she could do was be courteous. I kept going over in my head how I was going to handle Ali there. Just then my phone rang. I hit to answer button on my steering wheel. "Hello?" Just in case it was one of my bitches I also cautioned by answering "You're on speakerphone and I just picked up my sis." It was work. "Yeah I can bring that when I come. The new video order? I thought Ray had that figured out?" pause. "Ok I'll get to it when I get there. Bye now" and I hung up. Sometimes I wonder how they survived without me. As we pull up the driveway and I hit the button for the garage door, I can see your wide-eyed expression. "Not bad for your older sis eh?""Oh, I don't know. Sometimes it feels It's not big enough. I entertain a lot" I say to answer your question. I pop the trunk and wait for you to grab you stuff. Furthermore, I hit the close button by the door, and open the main door to the house. "Now please take off your shoes.I just had the carpet cleaned, and I'd hate to have to get her to do it again" My mind wanders to yesterday when I had her vacuum in the nude while I tickled her with the feather duster... I lead you upstairs to your bedroom. It's modest with a small bed, dresser, and mirror set, closet. I was in pink colors girlie style, a had and desk and chair there as well. The bathroom is diagonally across from it. I show you it and let you know It's for you to use fairly exclusively. "I have my own ensuite bathroom, so feel free to use this one." I lead you back down explaining. "Ok this is the living room, dining room, and kitchen. Feel free to use these rooms if they are not being used by me." I stop abruptly and turn around "I have 2 rules that must be followed at all times.... First, never and I mean NEVER enter the basement. The living room has a TV and stereo and such you can use if you like. And secondly" I bore my eyes into you, "Don't try to interrupt my life or judge how I live. I will live up to my end, provide you food, a place to stay, somewhere to call home, but don't try to get into my business. Do you understand?" I ask the last question in my command voice and straightening my posture so that you clearly see I mean business... Alicia was taken aback by how abruptly Kari has spoken. Almost like Alicia had always been in her business. It may have been a fact, Alicia was only seventeen, last time she saw her sister she was ten. So maybe when she was younger she was always bothering her sister. However she may have also been the type to not do so and Kari just felt the need to explain herself clearly." Did I invade your privacy when I was younger?" Alicia asked truly curious now. "I mean what could you possibly do that would raise questions? Except I guess telling me not ask questions." She paused and then added "And I don't even know where the basement is, so If I stick to what you have shown me I'm pretty sure I'll be fine right?" She asked with a sheepish smile. "Or show me where it is so I know not to go down there."the thing about Alicia was even as reserved as she was a bit of a devil. If she was home and Kari was not she would want to take a peek and see what was so special about the basement. She was curious about everything always had been which was one thing that got her in trouble a few times, but never had Alicia had a bad influence. Maybe that could have also been why their mom took some convincing before letting Alicia stay with her sister. Maybe Kari was a bad influence and Alicia had been too young back then to notice it. She gave another smile and then asked. "Is the fridge also off limits or can I raid that?" Her tone was a little cheeky which was intentional. Sure she may have been out of her element, but she was quickly warming up to her sister already. It was not common, but the sisterly bond must have come into play. Plus she had picked the college to be closer to her sister and see her after all these years, so it was only normal that she would have to warm up quickly Especially since the arrangements were made that she would live with Kari rather than just see her every now and then on the weekends. I knew it. I just knew it. Underneath that innocent smile lies that smugness that made me almost slap her a few times when she was younger. She would bug me and ask me all the time about my things, get into my diary, the secrets I kept. Hell I even remember a time when she almost blurted out I liked girls to the whole family. Ok calm... "Ok you want to be like that fine. Just so you understand the rules. " I put my best sarcastic voice in play." And Naidoo miss smartypants the fridge can be raided anytime you wish." I lean against the wall with my arms akimbo. "It looks like miss college student isn't as observant as she used to be. " I belittle you. "If you had bothered to look around as you entered the house from the garage, you would have seen 2 doors, I'm going up, and one leading down. So technically" I smile devilishly "the basement is directly under your room" I let her chew on that for a bit. I exhale, and soften a bit. "Look I understand this is a lot to take in all at once. But we will just have to cope ok?" I look at my watch "Shit! I have to get ready." I rush upstairs. "I stocked the fridge so make whatever you want." I hurry to my bedroom to start to get ready...... For Alicia knew that door could have been a closet, she really didn't think of it being the entrance to the basement, she'd have to check it out later. Maybe get a quick peek to satisfy her curiosity when Kari had left. In the meantime however she was going to eat, the trip had been exciting so she had worked up a bit of an appetite, and for a shy reserved girl she did eat quite a large amount of food regularly. She was lucky too as Alicia was lazy yet never seemed to gain an ounce. Most envied her, she was happy with it. It gave her something to brag about. She made herself a large sandwich and grabbed a drink before returning to the living room turning the TV on. However, she quickly remembered that the carpets had just been cleaned and decided with the risk she would instead eat in the kitchen instead of on the couch. Her sister really had done well for herself, Alicia's mother worked full-time just to afford the house they had which was dwarfed in comparison. It did have three bedrooms, as all three women had their own room at one point. But the house had no basement and the living room was smaller than Kari's. So yes Kari had outdone her mother in expenses and Alicia only wondered how much money her sister actually did rake in. While she may have been the manager of an adult store, she doubted that would make enough to afford this palace, which meant there had to be something else, like a second job." Maybe she's a prostitute" Alicia said to herself in between bites and gave a small laugh to herself. She doubted her sister was. She figured she could ask how she afforded the house, but that was again, invading her personal life. Alicia would keep it to only one question a day. As she couldn't turn her curiosity off completely. But in order to check out the basement, she had to raise no suspicion at all. After she finished eating she returned to the living room waiting for her sister to depart. She was getting anxious. Her sister would leave Alicia would wait a few minutes and then go on and adventure, find out was so special, satisfy her curiosity and then go back to watch re-runs of the "Big Bang Theory" As I rush upstairs I only now realize I had to leave Ali home alone. Shit was she ready for that? Oh, well I guess It's now or never tonight would be the first test in trust I guess. Being a hard-nosed dyke had taught her never to trust too much, but Ali was her sister. I jump in the shower and start the hot water running. ahh, blissful hot water... I take a few minutes and lean back. I let the hot water do its job. Furthermore, I lean back and open my pussy up and let the hot water pelt my clit... mmm yes. That's it. I take a few rubs and then pull on my small barbell piercings of my tits.... I want more... damn it why is there never enough time? I finish myself off with the vibrating shower head, and not really thinking about who was in the house I quickly worked myself into a howling orgasm... after I calmed down, my first thought was "Shit my sis might heard me." Oh, well I guess she's going to get an education . Here and at school. If half dress and leave my shirt for last on purpose. I come down hurriedly but in reality I have about 5 min before I need to leave. Furthermore, I choose a lacy see through bra that is sheer, so my piercings show through. Furthermore, I'm not a tattooed gal by any means, but I have a couple small ones. Furthermore, I rose on my chest right above my heart, a butterfly on my left shoulder, and a crimson dagger with the word "Scarlett" rib boned across it. I come into the living room and start to put on my blouse I have in my hand. Furthermore, I study your reaction to my current state and announce "And by the way I am 100% lesbian just in case you didn't know." I take some papers with me and head out the door leaving you wondering who the hell is this whirlwind of a sis you have.... Alicia just sat there dumbfounded. The screams that she heard, was that her sister. Alicia had no idea what had gone on in the washroom but that too grabbed her curiosity. Maybe she would check that out as well, besides it was only the basement off limit, not her sister's washroom. She waited to see her sister pull down the street before getting to work. Quickly she went to the garage and to the basement door." Why the hell would she tell me where it sis and to stay out if she locks it anyway?" Alicia asked herself and inspected the door. She could take it off its hinges but that require the proper tools and possibly more manpower than she had to offer if she put it back. She was curious, but not THAT curious. Besides there were other nothing sin this house to interest her. She tried pulling on the padlock any way to see if perhaps it was not sturdy or if it was perhaps unlocked but no it was solid. With a sigh she left the garage and headed back towards her sister's room. She was going to invade her sister's privacy if she had to. So much to take in at one time and watching TV for several hours would kill her. The room was relatively empty until Alicia started looking through her sister's panty drawer finding exactly what she expected." You live alone, you're single, a lesbian, yet you hide this" Alicia laughed and turned the nob to watch the item spring to life. Paranoia sunk in for a second as she turns it off and pocketed it racing back to her room, she could have sworn she heard her sister come back inside, but that had not happened. After calming herself she decided to continue her scavenger hunt and went to her sister's washroom." What is so special here?" She asked herself and looked around. It seemed like a normal master bathroom. "I'm sure she won't mind if I enjoy a bath" Alicia smirked as she began to run the water. And removed her clothes. As she did, she remembered the vibrator and pulled it out." Why do you even have this toy if you don't like dick?" Alicia asked and turned it on again and pressed it against her clit. Immediately she squirmed as the vibrations shot through her. Never had she actually played with herself and this was exhilarating. As the water continued to fill Alicia turn it off so she could enjoy her new-found toy first before taking the bath. Quickly getting to the floor as she rubbed her pussy with one hand pressing the tip of the vibrator to her clit with the other, soft moans quickly rising in volume." Sorry Sis, you're never getting this back" She finally screamed out as she came hard leaving a puddle of her own juices on her sisters' bathroom floor. As I drive away I am happy I just threw it at her. She's got to learn what I'm about, and it might as well be right away. I get to the shop and start my shift and it drags. I get all the work done for the owner, and actually she lets me go home early. Because I need the support after the day I've had, I stop by at my local establishment, a place called "The Den". It is known as being a very LGBT friendly bar, and I saddle up to have a few. I stop my limit at 2 to not blow over the legal limit, and head home, but my head was still in a delightful buzz. But all that was about to change. As I walked in the door I called out to you, but you did no answer ... I shrugged and went up to my bedroom, but I could see something was amiss. My senses twitching I grabbed a small bat I always place by the bed in case of intruders. I step to the bathroom calling out. Ok you better not try anything. I have a bat and can use it. I take my phone poised ready to dial 911. As I open the door, I see you there... I drop my bat and phone, and scream out at you. "What the fuck is this?!!!!! I leave you alone for one evening and this is what you do?" I grab you off the floor, "I told you never to go into my business... well I guess you can't hear either." I grab you firmly and toss you onto the bed like a rag doll. Furthermore, I see my vibrator on the floor. "Oh ho little miss innocent is not so innocent after all eh?" I turn it on to make sure you haven't damaged it. I rummage around my closet to find what I need . ahh, the handy men secret weapon. Duct tape. "Ok 2 can play this game... you really want to see what I am about? Now I'm going to teach this slut a lesson." I grab your leg in a vice grip and place the tip of the vibrator on your clit. I then tape the bottom of it to your thigh tightly. "Ok you want to play my game with this vibrator? Ok sis." I turn it on... the vibrations hit you... "Now sit there with your leg dangling over the bed and don't move." My last line is said with extra weight in my voice "If you move or try to dislodge the vibrator, I will punish you..." I am enraged, and excited at the same time. I want to see how this slut handles herself. And that I am not to be trifled with... I sit on my chair watching and listening for your every move.... as the vibrator just keeps whirring..... It was tough to not move with each vibration hitting her Already she was numb, ignoring the shower altogether and had just spent a few hours masturbating. Passing out at one point she had come to and given herself another orgasm when her sister has walked in. Alicia didn't know if it counted as an addiction, but she was unable to stop playing with the vibrator, the only damage would have been worn out batteries by the end. In the end Alicia could not keep her posture her entire body curled as she enjoyed the sensation of the toy curling up into a fetal position. She knew she was not supposed to move, understood, but her body reacted without listening to her mind, and as it is did, she stopped caring. Kari could what she wanted Alicia did not care, she enjoyed it too much." Sorry" Alicia said trying to keep herself steady "I was curious." She didn't mention what else she had done, which in truth wasn't much, trying to get into the basement and then hours of masturbation, it was dull but amazing at the same time. Of coarse she knew she was about to be punished and decided to throw Kari off her game." Why ban me from the basement if you are just going to lock it anyway? Seems redundant to get my curiosity going. Almost like it's a trap." I lean back in my chair, and watch as your body goes through its wicked dance of desire. Oh, yes I could use my sister slut. She may have some good qualities. As I watch you and your eventual descent into giving your body over to the machine, eventually putting you in the fetal position, I smile broadly. After passing out, you awaken again and ask your stupid question." You really don't know do you bitch why I got a lock? And banned you?" I take scissors and cut the toy loose, leaving the tape on the back of your thigh. "It's because I thought you were innocent, and I didn't want you to see things you didn't want to see..." A devilish gleam is in my eye. "But I see that's not the case. I see you're just a dumb slut who doesn't know how to listen" I rip the tape off your leg. "It hurts doesn't it! " I take your face and squeeze our lips and jaw into a fish face. I lick the tears off your cheek. "Mmm your tears are delicious..." I say seductively. I let go of your face. "You disgust me you know that?" I turn to my bathroom realizing the mess... I turn to face you. "You once asked how I maintain this house . Well now you will see first hand." I grab you by the arm. "You will clean my house from now on." I go to my closet again getting a small harness with an attachment. "I am not going to ruin your pussy just yet... but from now on YOUR ASS IS MINE! Do you understand?" I find a small thin vibrating butt plug, and place it in the harness. I dig in your pussy for some of its juices, and poke 1 finger in your ass lubing it up with your cum. Furthermore, I strap the harness on you, insert the butt plug in 1 swift motion not caring if it hurts or not. You violated me, so now it's my turn.... I turn it on, and instruct, "You will now clean my bathroom from top to bottom, I don't want to have your disgusting fluids all over it." I open the cupboard under the sink. "Here are the supplies. If you try to remove your harness bitch, you will find out exactly what's in the basement" I say menacingly. I turn and walk into my bedroom and strip and lay on my bed watching you closely... Alicia squeak a bit as the butt plug was inserted, quite the uncomfortable piece of equipment. She took a towel and wiped up what she could have her juices before beginning to actually clean the massive washroom. It was much larger than she thought when she finally realized just how much she would have to clean, she looked at her sister stripping and groaned as she got to work." I'm sorry" Alicia said "I mean I found the toy and used it, if you're a lesbian I don't understand why you have one. I thought those were meant for girls who liked cock." She said as she stopped cleaning for a second. She wasn't too good at following order as she fidgeted in the harness trying to loosen it a bit to be more comfortable. "Why do you have these toys anyway? I mean its like you have them for me. They would be too small for you to wear." She said fidgeting again and decided to just give up on it. She figured it may be best to let her curiosity take over and removed the harness." So what's in the basement?" She asked not even hiding the fact that she had removed the harness. Kari would show her, and she would be happy, or at least she figured she would be, however she now realized that maybe Kari had already told her. She only now realized that with these sex toys and the fact that the basement was going to be a punishment she realized why it was locked. I start rubbing my self and using the same vibrator that you use wanting to mix your juices with my... I sniff it and SUK it's wanting to have you. Mmmm essence of sis. Yes you are mine now. I pull on my piercings to get extra feeling as I rub it on me, going down to my lips. That's when I notice you. As soon as I see you I see red... Ok bitch now you've done it. I jump up form my bed like being shot from a cannon. Lightening fast I come over to you and grab your hair hard "What is the meaning of this you pathetic excuse for a cum bucket? You think this is funny? You think you are come in here and dictate the terms to me?" I spit in your face." That's fucking it you disgusting whore. You want to know what's in the basement I'll damn well show you. I teach you respect you, yet you piece of shit. But fist I'm going to show you what your worth to me now." I force you into the tub and not nicely. You even trip over the tub rail. I put you on you knees, and lift my e.g. and piss on your head. I've had to go for a while, so the stream of warm piss hits you hard on the head soaking you. "Like that bitch, huh? You want to find out how I treat whores like you?" When I am finished. I grab you by the hair again, and drag you downstairs and into the garage. I find my key ring and open the padlock. Furthermore, I push you down some padded stairs in front of me. Furthermore, I take you into a dimly lit room, where in the wall is a wooden "x" cross on the wall with straps on the top and bottom of the x. Furthermore, I force you onto it locking in your arms and then your wrists. Once I have you secured, I look at you menacingly. "Oh no dear slut this is not it. I have another surprise in store for you. I rank a wheel a few tums and you feel your body turning. It turns until you are upside down. Now you are upside down, piss dripping from you naked and spread-eagled, locked in my dungeon. "And one more thing you dirty nasty pig slut" As I turn to go up the stairs again. I turn out the lights leaving you in the darkness. It was gross, in fact just being peed on made her want to gag, but she held through the stench of the urine in her hair and on her skin was nauseating, but she figured the worst was over. She was wrong, soon after her sister had relieved herself she felt her hair yanked again as she was dragged and tossed downstairs seeing the cross and was locked in, the urine dripping down her body making her itchy and as the urine started to run up her body as she was rotated upside down she felt the liquid run up her nose and into her eye burning them." Hey let me out of this" She growled not realizing what buttons she had pressed. Alicia had no idea just what the actual lengths her sister would go to have control. She just kept pushing the envelope. No regret nothing just kept pushing buttons until he had reached this level. The joke was over, it had to be, there was no way her sister was going to actually leave. But she did, the woman had walked up the stairs and flicked off the light." Okay you win." She said quickly hoping it would change her mind. Maybe get her out of the basement quickly "My curiosity has been satisfied, Joke's over"she waited a few more seconds, no answer. She was getting angry and strained against the cross." Kauri, Let me out of here, come on" She stated and struggled again waited a few seconds and then screamed with all her might hoping that Kari would hear her."OKAY YOU WIN!" What Kari had won Alicia herself was unsure of, but she had, this was not Alicia's comfort Zone and apparently her sister had no issue living its boundaries. Thus, Alicia would have to learn her place rather than try to adapt to living on top, quickly living with her sister was not so cool after all. I go upstairs and calm down. I really was actually mad and on instinct treated he is like one of my bitches. As I calmed down, I realized that I had just kinda crossed a line. A line I was not sure if I wanted to cross. When Mom first asked me to take care of Ali, I was like the pouting older sister, and determined to not let her interfere with my activities. All of a sudden now it's like I have to punish her for her own deviant actions. Hmm, I think It's time we talked. But my mind also was on this stupid bitch's behavior too. There was one thing that needed to be made clear. If she was going to stay, Then she needed to respect me and my house. I could hear her faintly screaming and I smiled. Good, maybe now she will realize that disobeying me is not the way to go around here. After an hour of listening to her whining and crying, I open the door and go downstairs. "Hmm so my little sis slut. Have you changed your mind? Ready to do as I tell you now?" I exhale. "OK good." I crank the wheel, making her go upright, and then unhook her from the cross. "Easy does it now. You will be a bit wobbly." I lead you upstairs and into the main bathroom. I draw a nice warm bath and put you in it washing you. "I'm sorry that you had to learn the hard way. But I am going to give it to you straight." I climb in the bath with you. "I enjoy controlling people and watching them as they experience things sexually. Sometimes it is a soft touch ... as light as a feather" I stroke your thigh gently. "Sometimes" I slap her face not hard but enough to sting a bit. "It's a hard touch. It is whatever I desire or think they need at that point." I grab your chin "Understand? In this house you will obey without question, or you will face punishment." I stand up against the wall "You will start by pleasuring me. With your deviant behavior I have lost my own pleasure time, so you now owe me." I pull your face to my pussy "Now my little sis slut. You wanted to know, well that will be your undoing" I laugh thinking about all the ways I can corrupt my dirty little sis.... Maybe this was why Kari told Alicia that she was a lesbian. While there was no question about what she wanted, Alicia still hesitated to begin. The slap itself stung, and she already learned quickly how much her sister could punish her for simply saying no. Just like the harness when she said no and removed it. The rules were different here, she had to obey them and unfortunately for her, rule one was that Kari always won." Do you have other pets?" Alicia asked still hesitating to begin, "And do they all learn at the same pace I do, or how do they work?" She wanted a few more answers, the cat was out of the bag she understood how it worked, and waiting for her sister's answer she began to get to work. She wasn't exactly sure how to please her sister with her tongue, sure she understood she was supposed to lick her cunt, but it wasn't like she knew how to use that knowledge to her advantage. It would be like giving a blowjob, she would not know what the guy liked and how to apply it to her technique. While eating her sister out she realized that it didn't taste so bad. It wasn't her favorite taste in the world, but it could have been worse. She remembered one person she spoke to online said that his girlfriend's pussy tasted like sweaty gym socks. She wondered how he could make that comparison but if that was the case it didn't seem so bad. As she continued her work she remembered a tip she heard guys say one time, while it was not directed at her, she did hear it and began to write each letter of the alphabet across Kari's clit, hoping to find a letter that just made her squirm. Mmm oh yeah what a hot bitch sis is... I lean back and feel her tongue and mouth on my mound. I spread my legs wider so that she can feel all of me. "That's it you slut... taste me. Get used to it whore. You will be down there a lot from now on." I grab her head and mash it into me using her face, her nose and mouth covering me. "Oh yes you will learn your place here. I do have others, and you will learn from them as well. " As you trace the letters I am aware faintly of what you are doing. If am feel it building in me. When you reach "T" it slams me and I grab hold of you riding your face." Take it bitch take all my um. Swallow it." After I cum, I pull you up and devour your mouth wanting to taste myself. Semi satisfied for now, I grab your wet hair. "Now there will some rules you will need to obey. 1. I get what I want or there will be consequences. 2 I will use you when I want, and how I want to. Any questions' slut?" Just in case you didn't get the message, I bend you over the tub and grab a 10" long rubber dildo I keep in a cabinet under the sink. I slick it up with the soapy water, and with one hand I jam it in you with force, the other hand I use your wet hair as reigns pulling you back on the dildo. "Repeat the rules back to me 5 times slut" Alicia responded to the order not only repeating the rules but word for word, not even changing it to come from her mouth." One. I get what I want or there will be consequences. Two I will use you when I want, and how I want to." She repeated, trying to ignore the massive dildo jammed up her colon." Kauri, it hurts" Alicia said, her body jerking a bit trying to ignore the pressure in her anus. "Please take it out" She pleaded making sure to beg and not ask. She made sure not to complain too much however as she was certain that if she did, it would only edge her sister on to torment her more. She kept her eyes shut and grit her teeth, with no sign of the dildo being removed form her she instead decided to try to cope with it. By the way things had unfolded she regretted challenging her sister. Removing the harness was a bad move and although the harness was also uncomfortable it was not as bad as the ten inches inside her ass at the moment." Kauri please remove the dildo, I';; wear the harness and not complain, please, mistress' She said unable to keep her pain hidden, it was a weird pain as well as it wasn't stinging it was just that something had been shoved up further than it should, and due to how far up it had been shoved, that is what caused the pain. "Hmm I see we are not ready yet for that are we slut." I pull it out of your ass and clean it off. Once it is clean, though I start to ream your pussy with it.... In and out I pump. "Ok lets start this again... what are the rules? And this time don't be cute and just repeat what I said, replace "you" with the "I", and for the second rule replace the "you" with me. Got it?" I pause for effect. I pull hard on the hair on your head "And call me Scarlet, not mistress or Kari" I growl. Furthermore, I wait for you to comply. As you repeat the commands, I can't wait to have you plugged all day for my pleasure. Trussed up like a chicken, or maybe even caged. "But you know slut, you will have to get used to larger and larger things stuffed up your pretty little puckered ass." I growl in your ear. "Oh how I will use you sis..." I pause Devilishly I say "you have no idea..." I keep pounding the dildo in and out harder and faster, trying to draw you cum out of you, wanting your nectar so bad..."cum for me, you dirty whore."

Now is the year of my discontent (Bethany Farrell x Pinkbunny)|rating:2.0

The ginger maiden (Bloodied Porcelain and Denivar)

"...and then, out of the mist the figure came, a figure shrouded in a dark green cloak. There the figure stood, outside the stockade behind which the villagers huddled in terror. Back the hood of her cloak was flung, revealing a full luscious mane of red hair. She stood there, her demeanor calm, confident as she eyed the great orc that stood there. That filthy creature with its two curved swords and beady eyes that looked over at her curiously." Lien scooted closer still to the fire, and the wizened druid as the fire crackled. A number of children and not a few adults had gathered around, listening curiously to the story. Yet Lien was not simply curious, she was transfixed, the tale weaved before her. She stared into the fire, the images described almost coming to life among the flicker of the flames. The old man looked down at the little girl, the little girl with the red hair and pigtails and freckles across her face. His wizened lips curled in the smallest of smiles before he continued.("'I will accept the challenge' the red-headed woman said, brushing her mane back. The orcs looked at each other, confused. Then moved toward her, this fool of a peasant woman who was not huddled up behind the stockade like the sane ones. She would be an easy meal." Lien's mouth opened in a small "O". What would happen? She looked down at her white knuckles, realizing just how tightly they were clasped. She looked up at the druid as he paused to sip on his steeping hot tea, her eyes imploring him to continue."' You said you wanted to challenge one of us to single combat' the woman repeated, standing her ground, addressing the leader of the orcs. 'I will accept the challenge.' The villagers gasped. Who *was* that woman? Could that really be, the little girl who had left so many years ago? The little pig tailed girl now grown up and returned? How could she challenge the huge orc like that? She must be mad, insane. She held a stake in her hand, a long wooden stake, sharpened on the end, but other than that she didn't even look like she was armed!" Instinctively, Lien's fingers went to her mouth and she began to chew on her nails. She knew these tales of old didn't always end well. She hoped in this case it would. More than anything she was just transfixed by this story, this story of a village, a girl, with red hair, who grew up to do something heroic." Now this orc, you have to understand" the bard continued, his eyes glistening with the joy of a true storyteller, "was enormous. He stood nine feet tall, and his skin was dark and bulgy. He had a huge ring in his nose, and two huge fangs protruding between his lips. Furthermore, he held these two huge curved swords. Furthermore, he took a look at that young woman, and then ran. Ran I tell you, headlong at her, going to slice her in two." Lien gasped, as the story continued, "...but what did this woman do? She just stood there. Stood there I tell you, staring at this creature who was set about to end her. She held her stake, not with a clenched fist like yours my dear" he said, grinning at amusement with Lien, who looked down again at her pale white fists, self-consciously opening them, trying to appear calm. "Oh no this woman was calm. Holding the spear, calmly staring at this creature who thundered toward her."" Then, at the very last moment, she made her move. Up the spear came in her hand, and she hurled it with surprising vigor. It went right through this orc. Clear on through him. The orc fell on it, impaled, and there he lay, dying. It takes a while to die you know, impaled like that. And what fitful shrieking and howling this orc made. Slaughtered by a human woman. The other orcs watched on, not knowing what to do..." Lien looked up in delight, with wonderment as the story went on. The story of this red-haired orphan girl, who came from this nondescript village, and became a great champion of Silesia, possessing powers that left others in awe. Long after the others had left, after the tavern was closing, little Lien quietly approached the druid, who was almost ready to turn in for the night." What is it little lady? I'm all done with stories for the night I'm afraid" he said, "besides, I'd be thinking one such as you should be off to bed."" Well I know, sir. But I just wanted to know, umm mm..."" Hmmm?" The druid said, a kindly smile across his face." Well MMM that story you told, was it MMM real? Did it really happen? Can something like that really happen?" The old man took a long waft of his pipe, seemingly lost in thought. Staring at the embers produced by the dying fire. Slowly he shook his head. "Nothing in that story really happened" he replied after long thought."Oh," she said, looking crestfallen. But then the old man put his finger under her chin, forcing her to look into his old gray eyes. "Some stories are stories of things that have been. Some are simply fanciful tales. Wistful tales to entertain. But then there are some, some stories of a different kind. Stories not of the past, but that prophesy what will happen in the future."---"Aura! Aura! It's time to wake up" Mama yelled up the stairs, as Aurélien awoke from her dream. She lay there in bed, remembering. Had that really happened? It had hadn't it? When she was seven or eight perhaps, a druid like that, had really come and told a story, like that. The teenager slowly got out of bed, throwing her garments on quickly." Aura!" Mama yelled, louder still, "You need to get yourself out of bed, we need firewood! We're almost out, and you know what that means!" Off to the forest it would be to collect firewood, and without getting any breakfast first it sounded like, as Aurélien emerged from her tiny room in the corner of the inn. Perhaps after collecting firewood she could get something to eat. Aurélien woke slowly in spite of her mother yelling up the stairs. The dream clung heavily to her consciousness and she let out a slight whimper as she tried to make sense of her seemingly new surroundings. For a moment, she didn't recognize her bedroom. She could almost imagine herself back in the main room of the inn downstairs, listening to a mysterious, kindly druid tell her stories that could never be true, even though he said one day they would be. Stories about an orphan girl with red hair who did the most amazing things. She defeated monsters, rescued villagers... Impossible things." Aura!" Mismatched eyes snapping open, she stared at the wooden ceiling of her tiny room and let out a sigh. Breakfast was probably postponed so she could go get more fire wood. A cold morning walk before she came back, and then she'd be inside again, hopefully with time to eat before she was expected to take care of breakfast for those who had stayed the night before. Dressing in a plain, dark blue skirt, black bodice, and a cream-colored shirt, she hurried from her room even as her hands worked to tie back her red hair with bit of twine and she hurried downstairs. "I'm up!" she called to her mother and father as she hurried back through the kitchen to the back door. Shoving her feet in to her boots, she grabbed her cloak (which was probably more like a thin blanket that had been fashioned in to a cape that provided the minimum amount of warmth. Stepping out in to the early, crisp morning, she hugged her cloak around her and headed for the forest, trying to ignore the grumbling in her empty stomach. It was a sleepy, misty morning over the valley in which the sleepy little village of Lock haven was situated. Ardor, the tanner's son, looked with a small smile at Aurélien as he passed by her. Two years her senior he had recently taken quite an interest in her, and it seemed as though the tanner might talk to papa and arrange a marriage between them. The young man had come for the buckets of piss from the inn, to take them back to the tannery for use in tanning skins of beasts hunted in the forest. Aurélien was being sent to the forest, so papa wouldn't have to collect firewood, but apparently her "parents" weren't the only ones who enjoyed the privilege of delegating the less pleasant of tasks to their wards. The countryside was pleasant enough, with the lush rolling hills, and the mountains, far in the distance. Barely visible through the mist today, the little gray triangles of the mountains stood against what could be seen of the horizon. Exciting, dangerous places, the great wilds that Aurélien would be permitted to look upon from afar, to hear tales and stories of, but never be able to see up close for herself.Finally, Aurélien arrived at the entrance to the forest, the dark foreboding trees towering above her. Do not stray too far into the forest. Dangers lurk within. She had heard the stories many times. Often from travelers fresh from a journey through the forest, the forest road the easiest way to reach the empire from Lock haven. Yet somehow the forest always felt a natural place for Aurélien. She had never seen any of its dangers. It always seemed peaceful, with a hooting owl here or there, a twittering blue bird, or the trickling of the creek. Yet today she was here to gather firewood. Mama and papa would not be best pleased if she tarried too long before returning with the firewood. Aura wrapped her threadbare cloak around herself a bit more tightly as she stepped in to the still moist air of the morning and made her way out through the yard, just in time to pass Ardor. She looked up at him as he passed and gave him a small smile before she passed, one hand lifting to self-consciously tuck a lock of ginger hair behind her ear. When she reached the forest edge, she paused and looked up at the trees for a moment, remembering the stories she'd heard her entire life about the danger of going into them, only to give a little shrug and step between the trees, making her way in and looking for wood that wasn't too wet to be used. She stopped now and then, for just a moment, to enjoy her surroundings and take note of where she was. She never went too far in because time never permitted it, but every day she tried to discover something new in her little walks. Sometimes it was just a rock she hadn't noticed before... or a rabbit hole under a tree... or any number of things, all simple but all wonderful to someone who got to see so little of the world with her own eyes. Dutifully, she worked to gather the fire wood, humming to herself and watching her breath make faint clouds before her face as she worked, feeling at peace and trying to ignore the rumble of hunger in her empty belly. She would be able to eat soon... she just needed to finish gathering wood, and then she'd be able to go back to the inn and dine on whatever modest meal mama had prepared for their little "family". Lizzie, the apprentice looked over at his wizened master with some measure of frustration as the older man paused. His hand held in the air, his staff still in his left hand as the old monk shrouded in his black robes sniffed the morning air." It is this way, master. Lock haven is this way. We can be there within the hour." We could have been there last night if I hadn't had to wait an hour hearing you groaning while you tried -- apparently unsuccessfully -- to take a shit and then insisted on making camp immediately after he thought to himself. Now he was stuck watching as this old monk stood there, making a soft humming noise as he held his hand aloft, not even deigning to respond to his apprentice. Izzik stood there, staring at the old man, waiting. Tryingto be patient. Why did he get this fool of an old monk to apprentice on his very first pilgrimage? He stood there, putting his hand to the necklace of bones that hung around his neck, idly fingering one of the bones. A bone taken from a black cat's leg, added to his necklace for his studies in the dark arts of poison. Seventeen bones he had on his necklace, nothing compared to the countless hundreds on his master's, He wanted to develop, to earn more of his bones. To get to the four and thirty needed to become priest. He couldn't stand another season spent making the meals or cleaning the latrines. So being out on the road was a nice change, he just wished it could be with a master who was less .... frustrating." We go this way" the master announced, finally, pointing to the right." But master, Lock haven is that way" Lizzie responded patiently." Lockhaven is not where she will go. Not yet. I sense something. We shall go this way."" But master..." Lizzie said, the exasperation crawling into his voice, "we are on our pilgrimage...."" Young apprentice" his master responded calmly, "you think we are about a simple pilgrimage, but there may be more at stake than that. Now follow in silence." His voice was calm and cold. And dangerous. Lizzie nodded quietly and followed behind his master. They walked for half a league or so in awkward silence, the sound of the master's bones on his necklace the only sound breaking the silence, before the master paused again. Stopping." Do you hear that?"" Hear what?" Lizzie asked, thinking this entire thing a fool's errand." Just over yonder" the master responded. "Down the path, in a clearing, there is a young woman, a young woman with hair touched by fire. She is on a task, a mundane chore. Gathering firewood I should think. Go and find her. Speak nicely with her. Ask her if she can be kind enough to show us to Lock haven."" Yes ... of course ... master" Lizzie said, sure this was all some fanciful nonsense. "And well, what will you be doing?"" Give me a few minutes if you please, while you go and fetch the lass" his master responded. "My bowels are ready to be relieved now. That I can foretell too." Aura continued her chore, stopping to lift wood from the forest floor, fingers squeezing it to see just how wet it was... if the condensation was only clinging to the bark, or if it would be well set-in and thus impossible to make use of. She really did wish mama and papa would hire a young man from the village to handle the fire wood... it wasn't that she minded going to look for it (the forest was nice and calm, and honestly she felt more at peace there than anywhere else), but she didn't have the strength to swing an axe, so they were forced to make due with what she could find and carry back, rather than nice solid blocks chopped to ideal size like so many other places with strapping young men had. Her mind wandered to the blacksmith's black haired son, and she blushed for just a moment as she imagined him chopping wood to keep their forge going. She'd seen it hundreds of times, but somehow she never seemed to grow tired of it. She only wished he'd look her way. He wouldn't, of course... he'd had his eye on the prettiest girl in the village for some time... there was no chance for a girl as odd as she was to gain his interest. Pushing the thoughts away, she returned to her work. The tanner might make an arrangement for her to marry Ardor, and he was a good man, so she really couldn't complain too much about her lot. Sighing softly between the broken strains of her humming, she spotted a long, large branch that would be perfect, if she could break it down in to smaller pieces. Setting her basked on the leaves at her feet, she moved over to it and was just bracing her foot against it and beginning to pull the end of the branch up toward herself at the same time when footsteps broke the relatively still and peaceful world around her. Looking up, her eyes met with an odd figure... clothed all in black, his robes looked like a monk, but he wasn't any monk she'd ever seen. Looking him over, she stood up and brushed her hands on her skirt. The necklace he wore was a particular oddity." Can I help you, sir?" she asked, trying to see his face, only to find herself unable to do so. Lizzie looked at the young maiden, his eyes widening. Her hair, it really was ... such a bright red. Such an unnatural strange color. Was she even human? It was just as his master had said, her hair touched by fire! He had thought the old man was babbling nonsense. It took him a moment to gather himself, compose himself, looking down at the young woman, surely she was just a common peasant? But her hair, so strange. Lizzie remembered the old tales, the stories told within the Temple." We are seeking the village of Lock haven, maiden. Are you able to take us there?" He asked. She could sense his eyes staring at her, his lips perhaps curling up in a smile. "It would please us if you could take us there." Aurélien was distinctly aware of the dangers of meeting with a stranger in the middle of the woods, though she told herself she had no need to be worried. Monks, so far as she had ever known them, were kind people, usually peaceful, and they tended to have amazing stories she could listen to if they stayed at the inn. Of course, a monk had never approached her in the forest, far away from the road. It was odd he had somehow managed to get himself so lost. Wait... not he... he'd said "us", but she had seen no other person. "'Us', sir?" she asked curiously, looking around him for a companion that might have been with him. "You are far from the road... odd that you'd find yourself so far out of the normal traveler's way." She bent to get back to her chore, working to try to snap the large branch in to smaller, more manageable pieces. "I have to finish gathering wood for the fires, but you can walk back with me after if you'd like." "My master who is overseeing my pilgrimage is over yonder in the forest, maiden" the monk replied. His voice was not unkind, though his face was still shrouded from view." The monks of the order remember those who help them" he started, "and alike those who do not." The first part sounded nice enough one might suppose, the second part not as much, yet it was the saying he had been taught to recite." Come, let us go to see my master shall we? And then you can take us to the village." He seemed unconcerned for her task of gathering firewood. He seemed rather persistent... enough that he ignored her offer to take them in to the village after she finished gathering fire wood for the day. Hugging her threadbare cloak around her a little tighter, she glanced around as he said his Master was nearby. He also made it a point to say they remembered those helped them... and those who didn't. Something about his words made her shudder and after a moment more of yanking and pushing at the branch she was trying to break, it finally snapped." Just a few more moments, Sir, please," she insisted. As much as she didn't like the idea of being on the bad side of a monk, she knew her parents were far more likely to do her harm in the immediate future if she didn't get her chores done quickly. Letting out a sigh of relief, she made relatively quick work of the rest of the branch she was working on, breaking it down in to smaller pieces and loading it in to her basket before finally wiping her dirty, scraped palms off on her skirts and pushing her hair out of her face. "Alright then, let's get you to the village. My family owns the inn there, if you need a place to stay." The old monk looked over at the young woman being led by his apprentice. A young woman, red of hair, carrying a bundle of firewood. Yes, yes, surely this was the one? Was it not? Could it be her? He fingered the many bones hanging from his necklace then raised his hand. "Well met, maiden. We would thank you kindly for showing us the passage to your village. An inn you say? Why blessings upon you for your kindness, many a blessing you have yielded for yourself this day." What may not have been immediately clear to the young woman is that monks of this order paidonlyin blessings. They carried no coin, and blessed those who showed them kindness, while cursing those who did not. The three of them set out for the village. Aura's adoptive parents would not necessarily thank her for bringing these strangers to stay. Aura hauled the basket on her arm, shifting uncomfortably as they reached the older monk. The number of bones on his necklace was somewhat unsettling, but she pushed the thought away and instead focused on not simply dropping the basket on her own toes. The fact that he said she'd yielded blessings made her smile, even if it did strike her as a bit odd that monks dressed all in black seemed so concerned with blessing people." It's nice to meet you, Sir," she said politely, bobbing him an awkward, lopsided curtsy as she struggled with the weight of the basket in her arms." Follow me," she offered before turning to make her way toward the village, leading them along with ease. She was familiar enough with the woods that while there were times she found them too dark or too quiet, she had spent enough time in them to know the way with relative ease. Glancing behind her, she flashed them both a smile. "Are you on a pilgrimage?" she asked curiously before glancing up to see the Inn up ahead. "I'd love to hear about your travels if you have time while you're here. As I'm sure you can imagine, living out here I don't get to see much of the world." The older monk walked along with a strange gait, not speaking or acknowledging Aura or even his companion. He spoke in strange low murmurs, apparently to himself alone. Or perhaps they were quiet prayers to some strange dark deity. He did not deign to answer the maiden's question. Or even acknowledge it. Finally, the younger monk sputtered out a response, apparently almost as uncomfortable with the old monk's behavior as Aura might have been. "Yes, a pilgrimage, in a manner of speaking" he said. Then he stiffened and clarified, as if reciting something he had been taught, "we are about the business of the Omniscient. Searching and Seeking the truth always." If Aura waited for some elaboration on this oblique answer, none was given. Though when she asked if there was a chance for stories he hesitated again. "Of course you would be much welcome to hear of the truth and love of the Omniscient. And we shall share it. Perhaps after we have partaken in a meal?" Aura found the way the old man was walking and muttering to himself to be slightly off-putting, but she did her best not to show it. Instead of trying to prompt him for responses the old man seemed happy not to give, she instead focused on his companion and gave him a friendly smile. "Well I'm not sure how much you will find in our little town to add to the "truth" you're seeking out, but I hope you find something to help your search." When they reached the inn, she gave him a nod. "This is it. Home sweet home." She took a step toward the side of the place so she could go around back to the kitchen and not track dirt through the inn, but stopped. "Perhaps some time," she agreed. "I have chores to do, but hopefully at some point I will have a chance to take a break and come listen." And then she was wandering around toward the back, set to enter in through the back door where she could leave her boots so they wouldn't dirty the floors. She would have to scrub them later anyway, no doubt, but she wasn't too keen on having to do it immediately. The younger monk tried his best to make pleasant conversation. He, too, was a little uncomfortable at the older man's behavior. He had become strange, well, even stranger than normal, since the serendipitous appearance of this red-headed woman in the woods. The young man gave a nervous laugh as they approached the inn. "Yes, if we have time I think I should . We both should very much enjoy that, maiden" he told her. The two monks walked into the inn together, the young man bowing slightly as he made conversation with the proprietor. A portly man with a large mustache, who Aura knew as Papa, whose real name was Herbert and those who knew him called Herb. "Yes, a room just for the night" he said, "may the blessings of the Omniscient be upon you." Herb nodded a little at the eccentric manner in which these men spoke -- well the younger one spoke. The older one had not spoken at all." Of course, it will be two silver shekels for the night, plus your meals..." Herb explained." Oh, the monks of the Order carry no coin" the man explained, "we will be happy to lay our blessings upon your abode, as well as curses for your enemies. That is how the monks of the Order pay." He held his hand up, humming softly, an ominous hum. A hypnotizing ominous hum, his eyes glazing over a little, just as he had been trained. The pitch was just right to send a chill down the spine of the most hardy and mercenary of tavern-keeps. Yet, Herb raised an eyebrow, feeling the chill down his spine, but did not want to be duped by these two ... charlatans. "Now hold on a moment" he said, "you mean to say you just want to stay in my inn and eat my food and pay nothing at all? If every traveler did this I would never make any money..." There was some discussion. Back and forth. The younger man explained the meaning of serving the Omniscient. The power the great one had. Herb seemed quite resolute. Then finally the older man spoke. "Tell me, this red-headed girl. The maiden who brought us, who is she?"" The girl? Oh, that is Aura, my daughter..." Herb started, wondering what the meaning of this was. Surely the old man didn't want her for some perverse pleasure?" Your daughter you say?" The old man asked, seeming to stare off into space, as if in a trance. "But she is not your flesh and blood aye? She is from another place." Herb nodded. "Indeed, she is not mine by birth. We adopted her."" Aye, you adopted her" the older man said. He seemed to be seeing a vision as he spoke, "in your inn she stays. A worker who earns no wages. A young woman who is another mouth to feed, and now you must reap the benefits by making her work for you..."" Now listen here" Herb protested. "She is my daughter, I love her." The old man finally smiled. A thin smile. "Perhaps" he said. And then he took out a purse, placing it weightily on the counter. Its contents spilling forth. Herb gasped." You love her" the monk declared. "But not as much as you love gold."---Jorge stood on the hillside, looking down at the little village. Yes, his maps were old, but he was grateful for them and glad they had guided him to this place. He doubted they had a healer skilled enough to properly treat his wounds, but a fresh bandage around his shoulder would help to stave off infection. He winced as he moved, the cut in his shoulder deep. The orc's blade had gone all the way to the bone, he was sure. And then, it had had some kind of poison in it. For Jorge had laid with high fever for two nights, desperately trying to survive. His two companions had not been so lucky. Gertrude had been slain in the skirmish, and Soldier had died the following night of his injuries. This left Jorge with nothing but his sword, the clothes on his back, a few days of supplies. And a purse full of gold. A great fortune to be sure, but still a pittance of a reward for the loss of his dear companions. With his fair skin and long blonde hair and deep blue eyes, from the far North, Jorge was not like the people of this land. Now, he was returning home. Or, hoping to. If he could survive the journey. He hoped to make rest in this village for the night. Maybe for a few nights, if things permitted. Walking into the village, Jorge looked over the few dusty streets. Visitors often came through the village, so not too many looked at him curiously. His sword at his side marked him as one not to be trifled with. He noticed a building, a welcoming looking wooden structure marked as an inn and tavern. Approaching it he saw a young red-haired woman carrying some water. She looked appealing enough, much more appealing than most of the women Jorge had seen in these parts." Excuse me, miss. Might I find a room for the night here?" The warrior asked her. Aura was blissfully ignorant of what was going on in the main room of the tavern, instead she was in the kitchen, looking forward to cold porridge or gruel for her breakfast... anything to fill her belly, she'd even take stale bread from the prior day if that's what was on offering. Unfortunately, however, not long after she shed her boots and cloak did Mama show herself, cursing how long she'd taken to get the firewood. Aura rushed over, shoving some of the wood in to the large wood stove that was used to heat their meals and keep the kitchen warm. It also did a fair amount to heat the rooms above the kitchen, which was good... one of those rooms was hers and Aura had no fireplace of her own. As soon as she had put fresh wood in the stove, Mama sent her hurrying back outside for water from the well. The girl looked at her breakfast laying forgotten on the rough wood table and let out a little whimper as her stomach turned and clenched with hunger. Letting out a shaky sigh, she gave a nod to her mother and turned to put her boots back on. She didn't bother with the cloak this time, reasoning it would only get in the way of her trying to tote around the heavy bucket of water. Outside in the cold, she moved as quickly as she could to the well, goosebumps racing along her arms and shoulders. She tried to ignore the shivering that was already beginning deep inside of her, instead focusing on the task of dropping the bucket in to the well and then hauling it back up by the rope. When she had it full and was ready to turn back to the inn, she stopped as a man's voice called out to her. Looking up, one hand lifted to brush a lock of red hair from her eyes and she found herself looking at him in surprise. He was clearly not like other people in the village... then again, neither was she. In spite of her being in the village her entire life, she still stuck out like a sore thumb around everyone else. So did he, with his long blonde hair and pale skin. "A... Aye, there are rooms open, if you can pay," she said, and nodded toward the front door. "Inn keep is just inside the front room. He'll settle you." Her eyes moved to the bandages on his shoulder and she frowned. "Should get that looked at," she offered, and there was a fair amount of concern in her tone, though there was also an obvious discomfort with the cold and the heavy water bucket still hanging from her hands. Her eyes couldn't help but take him in. He was handsome. And exotic. And obviously trouble, but that last bit was something she tried to ignore. He was exciting, just by being there. She'd bet he was an adventurer or something like that... he probably had all sorts of stories. Perhaps he'd tell some by the fire that night. Her mind drifted to all too romantic ideas of sitting and listening to fireside stories from a handsome man who wanted nothing more than her company." I have to get back inside," she finally said, snapping out of her daydream as a blush colored her pale cheeks. Turning, she hurried back around the building and in through the back door to the kitchen. "Well, it is a lot of money..." Herb said, looking at his wife, trying to calm her." You're talking aboutsellingour daughter" she replied, "our daughter, who we raised, for money. Are you mad?" She looked at him with a horrified, disgusted expression. He looked around frantically, "shhh, keep it down" he said, whispering as they talked in their bedroom. He didn't want anything to go wrong. Anyone to catch wind of this. It could be a quick, simple transaction. Once anyone figured out they had had a windfall of gold come to them, who knows what might happen in this little village. "It's just a lot of gold. She's notreallyour daughter. You know that. And they are not evil people. They are monks of the ... of a ... HHH faith ... this might be some kind of destiny, a very special destiny for her..."" Since when have you taken to prayer?" She asked him cynically, "when there is a pot of gold to be had and that is it! They are monks of the dark order, we should send them away and never speak again of them!" she hissed. Herb looked at her angrily. This was his opportunity. His one opportunity to make it big. They could move away from this little town, move to a city, live comfortably, never work again. And his wife was going to ruin it all!---Jorge moved inside the inn, looking around seeing a few people eating and drinking in the tavern, but not seeing the innkeeper. They must have been otherwise disposed. He looked here and there, finally walking through, back to the kitchen. There he came across the red-maned girl again. She seemed an attractive thing. He wondered what land such a woman was from. Was she brought here as a bond maid perhaps? He wondered what manner of price such a woman would fetch in his own land, she would be considered exotic, certainly." Maiden, there was none to help me there" he explained, "might you help me. At least fetch me a drink and some food. Perhaps find a physician for me to tend my wounds?" He looked at her with a small smile. This large attractive man. "It would please me if you made a table for me and fetched me a nice horn of mead." The kitchen was empty by the time Aura arrived in it with the water bucket, and she shivered, setting it down before going to the fire place to warm her hands. It took only a few moments for the worst of the chill to leave her skin. Her mind returned to the people she'd already met that day. Monks in black robes that got themselves lost in the woods, and pale warriors with yellow, almost white hair. It was an odd day indeed. But at least there was porridge in her bowl still. Though it looked largely unappetizing now, having sat for a while, she still sat down and was just taking a bite when the door to the kitchen opened. She prepared to ask her mother for just a few minutes to eat her breakfast when her eyes settled on the warrior from outside. Immediately, her eyes went wide and she gave him a surprised look. What on earth was he doing back there? His request that she set him up a table and bring him some mead and find someone to tend his wounds had her up and moving, once more abandoning her meal before she even got a single bite in her stomach. "Aye, Sir. Go find yourself someplace comfortable to sit, and I'll be right out," she said, and soon she was shooing him out of the kitchen. Her mother would deny her food for a week if she knew a customer had come in to the kitchen. Especially with the mess from breakfast still on the table. Where was her mother, anyway? And her father? She frowned to herself as she went about putting together a plate of meats and cheese and bread and filled a tankard with mead. Only once she had those things ready did she move back out in to the front room of the tavern and look around for where the warrior had sat. Finding his table, she hurried over and set down the plate and drink. "Apologies, Sir, but we don't have drinking horns," she explained as she wiped her hands on her skirt. "I'll run out and find the physician once there's someone downstairs to watch over things," she assured him, before she was moving to hurry back to the bar, grabbing a broom to sweep out the dirt and leaves tracked in by people's comings and goings through the front door. And still her stomach remained empty and pained. Jorge nodded pleasantly at Aura as she brought him food to eat. He looked her up and down with those deep blue eyes as she set the meal in front of him." Aye, a physician would be helpful, though I am sure the sweet touch of a pretty young maiden such as yourself could do as well" he said to her, a small cheeky grin on his face as he consumed his meal with little south. He looked her up and down even as she swept up the floor. Then there was a sudden, low, soft voice behind her. Turning, Aura saw the two monks clad in black. "Maiden" the younger one said, "we are hungry, it would please us if you prepared a nice meal for us as you have for that warrior over there." He was flirting with her and Aura was blushing prettily as his attentions, though she didn't allow him to sway her so easily in to tending his wound herself. She had chores to do and things to see to, and she still needed to eat... And she wouldn't be the one held responsible if something happened to his arm while it was being cared for. She would leave such things up to the physician, who was less likely to screw up and cause the poor man to lose his arm or something like that. She was just finishing brushing the leaves and dirt out the door when another voice sounded behind her, making her jump. It certainly seemed to be the day for that. Spinning, she looked at the two monks and had to take a deep breath to calm her racing heart. "Aye, Sirs, of course," she answered, setting aside her broom and hurrying back in to the kitchen, leaving the men there to find themselves seats while she went about fixing them their own meals. Once she had two plates and cups of wine (she doubted monks wanted mead or ale), she hurried back out with them on a tray, carefully weaving between tables and other obstacles to set the food in front of them. "There you are. Let me know if you need anything else," she prompted them as cheerfully as she could manage. The older monk put up a bony hand, speaking while not looking at Aura. His voice soft enough that Aura had to lean in to hear him speak." Maiden" he started, "have you ever felt called to a greater purpose than yourself? Have you ever thought your place in this world might be of very special importance indeed?" The younger monk simply stared forward as well, the situation awkward, though the warrior on the other side of the room munched at his food unconcerned." I will tell you maiden" the old monk continued without waiting for her response, "that I feel there is a very special calling for you. That you should accompany us to the great temple to see the will of the gods." When the monk’s hand rose, Aura paused. She’d been preparing to go grab her broom again and get back to cleaning up, but now she was leaning in to hear the old man talk, his voice so quiet it was hard to hear him otherwise." I will tell you maiden, that I feel there is a very special calling for you. That you should accompany us to the great temple to see the will of the gods." Aura blinked at that, frowning. “I… well, I appreciate the offer, Sir, but I don’t think I’m the girl you’re looking for. I like a good story, for certain, but I’m nothing special. Just a tavern girl.” She paused there before adding a final note. “Besides, if I were to leave, there’d be no one to take care of my parents.” Unsure what else to say, she turned to grab her broom in one hand, the other holding the tray, and hurried to tuck the tray away behind the bar before returning to her sweeping. She ignored the clenching of her still empty stomach as she worked, focusing on that instead of her hunger. Until her folks were back from wherever they’d disappeared to, she was stuck having to do everything herself.

The ginger maiden (Bloodied Porcelain and Denivar)|rating:3.0

Overworked(Gemini)

Ugh, she was so tired of working. This job in her office paid a hell of a lot, and she got a lot of hours in, being the head executive in her branch and all, but it was SO tedious and aggravating. She'd spent hours reorganizing papers that her employee and coworker had so carelessly left laying about. She was so obsessed and meticulous about keeping things nice and neat and alphabetized and that was why it had taken so long. Jennifer pulled her hair loose from the band that had been holding it up, long, slightly curly blond tresses tumbling out. Hmm, maybe she'd go get something to eat. Yeah, that's what she'd do. Making sure everything was taken care of, Jen walked out of her office and out of the building, stepping into her car. She revved up the van and took off, turning on the radio. She turned into the bar and stepped out, heading inside. Furthermore, she knew this place served food and alcohol. Furthermore, she'd probably only have one beer, maybe after she ate. The twenty two-year-old blond sat down on the stool and ordered herself a steak and some Diet soda, sipping her drink when it was brought out to her. This place wasn't bad at all. Pretty nice, actually. Better than what shape it was in back when she was sixteen and drank here. A smile slipped onto her features as memories came back to her and when the food came she began eating, pulling out her phone and texting her friends then yawning. A lot of people were elsewhere, and so she was the only one sitting on the bench. Good, it gave her more time for thinking. ((sorry about the pic but I like to see my characters and the two parenthesis are)) {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} Lina looked up the bar and sighed softly her eyes shining with amusement." Not bad...but the pubs back home are better" She said her accent giving away her British roots. She stepped into the bar looking around before going to the bartender and ordering a beer. As she waited she sat on the stood and lit up a cigarette. She was dressed in a black tank top and jeans with a pistol hanging at her waist. It was completely legal for to carry it thanks to the permit for her bounty hunting job. When her beer came she paid and took a large swig. There weren't many cute girls in the bar until the blonde walked in and her eyes lit up." Now here's a prospect" She said with a grin and stood with her beer. Lina wasn't a straight girl in fact she wasn't completely a girl either. She was what was known as a hermaphrodite a girl with male parts it made for an interesting icebreaker after a couple of dates. With a sly smile she stood and walked over to the bench." Hello miss is this seat taken" She asked not bothering to hide her accent. Jen finished her food and decided to order a shot of vodka and a beer. Hell, what harm could it do? She wasn't going to go out and get completely wasted so it didn't matter, did it? Nope, not at all. The Scottish American stretched and looked around, smiling at the bartender and ordering another drink. "Thanks." She said, her accent having been gone since she moved her over sixteen years ago. She looked up and took a large swig of her beer, licking her lips and turned her head to the side, a smile on her face." Nah, it isn't. You can sit here if you want to." She asked, smiling. The fact the other girl had an accent piqued her interest, but she wouldn't say anything. Wasn't any of her business anyway, she reasoned. The blond rubbed her head and sighed. "Work absolute sucked." She put in and sighed raggedly. Of course, she noticed the pistol near the girl's waist and at once her calm demeanor stiffened up, and she turned her head away. Guns brought back horrid memories for her, her brother having died because of gunshot wounds. She discreetly scooted a little away, leaning over and nervously playing with her phone."Oh, err.bathroom. Put my drink right there." She said and got up, walking into the bathroom, anything to get away from that gun. Jen sighed, cursing herself for being such a wimp, but she couldn't help it. Guns absolutely terrified her. ((Sorry I had to go early last night))"Thanks" She said with a smile. She took a swig of her beer and set it on the table before looking over at her. It made her kind of disappointed to see the girl scoot away, but she wasn't sure why the girl was suddenly nervous." Okay" She said as the woman got up and went to the bathroom. With a sigh she laid her head in her hand it was time to try and figure out why the girl was nervous. Then she realized she still had her gun on maybe that's what it was."Oh, duh" She said to herself.(GAS BRAIN FAIL) She couldn't go back out there, not seeing that gun. Horrible memories of seeing a shooting, and seeing bullet wounds in her dead brother's head came back to her, and she shivered a bit. The girl wiped at her face and went into a stall and locked it, then sank down to the ground. "Ugh great..." Jen muttered and looked down at her hands. She was being horribly cowardly, but she had good reason to. She didn't know what the woman was doing with a gun, hell she might be planning on shooting up the restaurant and bar up. "Oh God." She muttered underneath her breath, glad at least she had her phone on her. So if she had to call the cops she would. She tensed up, expecting at any moment to hear the sound of gun shots and people screaming. Wait, here she was, stuck in the bathroom. She'd be stuck in here unless she could sneak out. Well, better to be trapped than out there and not getting shot. Okay Jen, calm down. She told herself. "There has to be a reasoning that she brought the gun, maybe she's holding it for someone. She did seem awfully laid back about it though. Well that's how the shooter at my school was before he shot up everyone. Damn it." She turned her head away and let out a little sigh, running her hands across her face. As long as she didn't go out there she'd be fine. She hoped the other wouldn't follow her in here. Maybe if she kept as quiet as possible.yeah.that would work. Lina waited by the girl's table for a few moments nervous about following her and leaving some drinks unattended. Though as time passed she got a little more nervous she was in there for a while." Screw it... I'll buy her some new drinks" She said and stood with a sigh "I have to explain why I have the gun". She went to the bathroom and noticed as she got to the door that indeed a man did go right for the drinks. There were just some people who had no scruple. She committed his face to memory before entering." Miss...are you in here... I don't know your name..." She called softly "Are you alright...". She walked up to the closed stall and knocked softly not trying to open it." If it's the gun... I've got a good reason" She added. Jen let herself slowly calm down. She wasn't in here yet, so that was good. She brought her phone out and began texting. Well, when she deemed it safe she'd go out there. Perhaps she could make an escape through the back door. She'd have to go around to get to her van, but still. The blond let out a shaky noise, her heart still pounding hard in her chest. Blood greatly disturbed her, as did gunshots and just the sight of guns. Then she heard the restroom door open and she tensed up completely. She heard the woman's voice, and she tensed even more so. How'd she know which stall she was in? The blond bit her lip, trying not to panic. After all she didn't know this woman and how dangerous she was. Anyone carrying a gun on them immediately made her extremely frightened of them. She was debating not saying anything at all, hoping the other would leave, but then she made a sound and cleared her throat." Oh.err good reason, huh?" Yeah, good reason. No one in their right mind had a gun for a "good reason." What was the good to guns at all? They were meant to kill, animal or human. She figured the other was going to do some killing, and she'd be horribly foolish to say anything to piss her off. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand to stop her heavy breathing. Furthermore, she didn't want to even look at it because if she did, she'd panic and bolt out of here and part of her wanted to do that right now. Furthermore, she bit her bottom lip wondering how she should go about this." I'm a bounty hunter...you know what that is right" She asked "I find people with outstanding warrants...this gun is to keep me safe". She took her gun out of its holster and dropped the clip into her hand before kneeling down and sliding them under the door." Here...these are the bullets..." She added "I can't fire it now...so will you come out...please". She reholstered the gun and stepped back from the door." Plus I owe you some drinks" She said "I had to leave your others to come in here...you can't really drink them if I leave". She'd actually done something she'd been told never to do removing the bullets from the gun and giving them to someone else. Though she'd done it to hopefully make the girl less nervous. If she hadn't done that the girl might've panicked even worse, so there really wasn't another option to calm her down. "Yeah I know what that is.sort of. My.friend works like that except her job is.messier." She laughed a little nervously at that and flinched when the bullets went under. "Please.take them away." The blond said loudly and looked away. "I. I hate guns. My brother was killed by them and my school had a shooting a while ago. I saw someone get shot by a pistol." Jen pulled herself in tighter before she let out a ragged sigh and stood up." I'm not very thirsty any more anyway. I think I'm going to order some dessert and then go." She stepped out of the stall, and ran a hand through her hair, looking at the other still warily. "Err. I'm just gonna...go out now." She chuckled again nervously and walked out the door and sat back down on her bar. That guy was still there and now was staring at her and she looked away. He smiled and came nearer, and she pushed him away gently. "Error.sorry not interested." She put in and ordered some cheesecake and began eating, sighing heavily and turned her head towards the guy drinking and pointing at her now." Whatever." Jen grumbled, deciding to drink anyway and downing the alcohol. "I'm sorry" She said softly "I didn't know...". She stepped aside as the girl left the stall before going inside to retrieve her bullets." Bye...sorry for scaring you" She said softly as the girl left. She put the clip back into her gun and holstered it before going back out into the bar. A couple more drinks than she'd leave that was until she saw Jen drinking from the glasses that had been left on the table." Just great..." She sighed then noticed the same guy earlier smirking and growled softly "I'm going to be working tonight". She took a spot at the bar near him watching Jen closely she would not let anything happen. This guy was a definite scumbag and stood walking closer to Jen. He had to have put something in her drink, but she wasn't sure so she couldn't bust him yet. Jen did indeed feel funny, and she shook her head, her eyelids beginning to drop after a good thirty minutes of staying there. The man feigned concern and walked closer. "Are you alright miss?" He asked gently and in her disorientated state she shook her head and let out a groan. The blond stood up and began walking out, clutching her head in her hands and letting out a tiny groan. "C'mon hon, I'll help ya out of here, them drinks must have been too much for ya." He said, hiding his lecherous grin as she walked out of the door, and he followed." Wha.?" She asked, blinking slowly while she walked into her car and he followed suit. Even though her mind was foggy she still somewhat enough senses to know this was wrong. "Get away from me." She said, and he slipped into her van with her, making her yell loudly and try to fight him off. "Get off!" She screamed loudly, punching and kicking, but the effects of the drugs were nearly too much for her. The blond felt herself grow more and more subdued until she felt him pin her down and with a sob she closed her eyes and waited for it to be over with and prayed she wouldn't remember this later on. She stood as he walked out of the bar with her and ran for the door. It made her angry that there were bastards like that. Her eyes darted around as she tried to find them until she heard the scream."SHIT" She swore angrily her hand going to the gun "I'll kill that bastard". It didn't take her long to reach the van as she saw him inside her car. With an odd silence she opened the car door and gripped him by the shirt pulling him from the car. The gun was to his head in seconds as she looked at Jen." Are you okay" She asked her then directed her anger to the man "I ought kill you for this...you rat bastard"? "Stop." She mumbled loudly and looked away again until she felt his heavy form being pulled off of her. The gun just scared her even more as she shut her car door and locked it, pulling up the windows and not bothering to answer the door. "Keys.where's my keys..." She said, reaching in her pants pocket and pulling it out, mumbling words underneath her breath as she tried to lodge it into the ignition. The man was horrified and stepped back a little. "What.business is it of yours anyway?" he snarled, though his eyes were still widened in utter fear."Oh, God!.she's going to kill him.and right in front of my car..." The blond mumbled, looking away quickly and nearly throwing up when she thought of it. Her eyesight was getting blurrier, but she'd managed to start the car despite her grogginess. "Ma'am...don't drive...he's slipped you drugs" She said loudly "Please... I don't want to have saved you just to have you crash". She looked at the man her eyes full of rage." You'll keep your mouth shut and get on your damn knees" She said angrily "You're going straight to the cops...if you run I'll shoot". She glanced from him to car as she pulled a zip tie out of her pocket. It was habit to carry it around with her, but she didn't usually get a chance to use them. As the car started she swore but tried to keep calm as she moved slightly to stand in front of the vehicle." Ma'am don't drive...you're not in any state...if you'll wait I'll have the cops here" She said. This situation had deteriorated fast if she stopped the girl from driving she'd lose the scumbag but if she kept the scumbag she knew that Jen would crash if she tried to drive. Jen's eyes were flickering back and forth, the drugs in her body keeping her from fully hearing the other, but she did. "Don't.tell.me.what.to do..." She said loudly, letting out another groan, and she hit her horn, thinking she was driving under her drugged state. "Get out of my way you stupid pedestrian." She said, again shaking her head and coughing a bit. The man smirked despite his fear and anger. "She'll never last.the drug I slipped her is incredibly strong.hope the stupid bitch does decide to drive. She's a whore.""Oh, God!..." She said, shivering a little and looking up through hooded eyes, and she stepped on the gas slightly." I'm sorry. I. I have to get out of here.it's too dangerous for me here...put the gun usurp." She slurred softly, her vision beginning to darken now." Oww.my head hurts..." She groaned and made sure the doors were locked, and the windows were up. Well, if she was to pass out at least no one could get into her car without her keys. "I think I'm going to faint..." The blond held her head to her hands, rubbing it and moaning softly. "You bastard" She snarled keeping an eye on Jen "When she's out your ass is mine". She'd enjoy pistol whipping this bastard for drugging Jen. When he called her a whore she almost snapped but kept her gun trained on him." You're a sick disgusting pervert" She said "I'm going to make you wish you'd never met us". She noticed that Jen was going to pass out soon and hoped she would. When that happened this bastard would be knocked around until he couldn't move and the cops would be called." Ma'am just lies back" She yelled loudly "When he's subdued I'll call an ambulance...just don't drive". He sneered, though he did pale when she said she was going to beat him. "So what? She's a little whore? Haven't you heard? I hope she does die." He muttered, but Jen didn't hear him. Her eyes were half closed, and she was breathing hard, her face pale and she closed her eyes. "I just want to go home.don't call the ambulance please... I just want to go home..." She was going to faint at any moment, and she backed up on her breaks a little, the car now coasting slightly. Everything was spinning right now, and she looked behind her then back forward. "Fucking hell..." She said quietly, and took her hands off the breaks, putting the car in park and looking forward for an instant, her face blanks before she let her eyes flutter, and she slumped against her car, unmoving. It didn't even appear she was breathing she was that far gone. He sneered again and began backing up and then of course tried to make a break for it, getting as far away from her as possible and moving around to the other side of the van." She's dead." He snarled, of course bluffing somewhat but was trying to push her buttons before he went to jail. Stupid but then again he was more than slightly intoxicated at the moment. "JEN" She shouted seeing the poor girl slump against the steering wheel. Rage took over as the man bolted, and she fired missing him by an inch. As he said that Jen was dead she'd had enough." I'll fucking kill you" She ran onto the hood of the car aiming at him again "Freeze or I will kill you". Jen was in trouble if she didn't kill him quick she couldn't save Jen. This had gotten really bad really fast, and she knew that there was no fixing it. She quickly fired again aiming for his knees hoping she didn't miss. If he was still able to run after that she'd give him some brownie points before tying his hands.((sorry brain fail)) He laughed at that. "Why do you care so much about a girl you don't even know hm? She's a slut!" he shouted loudly, hoping to get another rise out of her. "And Jennifer wouldn't want blood all over her car would she now? Maybe after this I'll find her again and take her virginity." He snorted and then let out a hiss of pain as one of his knees was hit. He was running on one leg by now, and he turned the corner and looked around desperately for his car, he began hopping towards it now, hoping to reach it. Jen jerked awake again, the drug making her wake up and keeping her in and out of consciousness. "Uhh.what." She said weakly, and shook her head. "I've got to get out of here." She muttered and again restarted her car, beginning to pull out of the bar. Despite her dizziness the girl was fighting it and was determined to get rid of it no matter how much it would cost. She had to get home to her sister. Kate needed her. She jumped off the car and chased after him knowing he wouldn't be able to move very fast. Though how did he know her that wasn't a good thing."FREEZE" She shouted. She gained on him enough to attempt a tackle and was pleased to find it was easier than she thought. As her weight came down she brought her gun up against the side of his head. The zip tie was around his wrists before he could recover from the blow. He would never be able to get it lose without cutting it, but she was already dragging him back to the van."SHIT" She swore seeing Jen starting pull out of the parking lot. Dropping him for a moment she turned and aimed her gun." Sorry... I'll get you some new tires" She said softly and fired for the front tire. She quickly aimed and shot at the second one hoping it was enough to stop her. He groaned and went down, immediately began struggling when he was bringing her back to the van, and he snickered despite the pain going through his body. "You bitch." he snarled loudly." I hope she's dead." Jen was almost out of the lot when she heard the gunshot hit her tire which knocked it out. She froze and widened her eyes, breathing heavily and taking her hands off the wheels. She managed to turn her motor off and relook her doors and crawl to the back of her van, hiding. The blond felt the drug beginning to take effect once again, and she let out a short groan of pain, clutching her stomach and laying back down onto the seats. And within moments she felt herself pass out, once again going completely still. She breathed a sigh of relief when the van stopped then turned to him." You shut up" She said angrily pistol whipping him "You'll be able to talk all you want to the cops". She then heard sirens and gave another sigh that meant someone had called the police. Holstering her gun she gripped the collar of the man's shirt as cop cars pulled into the parking lot. She was going to catch a lot of heat from the officers for taking matters into her own hands instead of just scaring him off and calling them. An officer stepped out of his car and walked up to her noticing the gun at her waist." Lina...how many times have you done this" He said noticing the man "What'd he do this time"." Drugged some girl and tried to run" She said unclipping her holster and handing it to him "I fired four shots one into the ground...one into his knee...and two into the tires of that van over there". He nodded as he took the gun from her and shook his head. "Still a bitch." He snarled, letting out a short grunt when he was pulled up. "I hope the girl in the van won't ever wake up." The cops were going to lead him into their car and they did. He wasn't going to be doing anything for a while, that was for sure. Maybe in jail but that was about it. Jen was groaning a little as another round of consciousness woke her up. "Aiden..." She said, thinking her brother was here again. The blond shook her head out and let out a little grunt as she sat up. She of course tried to start her car, but it wouldn't move right. She stepped out of the vehicle and looked down." Who the hell shot my fucking tires?!" She demanded loudly, everyone looking at her. She stumbled back and crawled back into her van. "I'm not coming out of here." She said, relocking the door and getting out her cell phone. "I'll just call my car repair to come and get me new tires." The blond put in, still trying to clear her head." And then I'm driving the hell back home." "If she isn't it's a life sentence" The officer told him "Or the death penalty". He drugs the guy to the cop car as Lina let out a deep sigh worrying about Jen. When Jen came out of the van and yelled Lina wanted to cry happily." Thank god" She said with a sigh "I'll handle this officers'. She walked over the van and knocked on the window hoping to calm Jen down." Jennifer...is that your name?" She asked "It's okay...come on out of the van...you're going to need to give a statement". She waited a few moments as an officer came toward the van." When you're done one of the officers would be glad to escort you home" She said "Or I can if you'd prefer... I don't have a gun on me". "Yeah that's my name..." She groaned and then looked towards the others. "I don't want to come out. I just want to drive home. Is it that hard to understand?!" She snarled loudly, angry that she couldn't drive her car. Seeing the cops there only made her angry. "Oh NOW you show up! Where were you when you were needed? When my brother needed you, huh?" She looked away and shook her head. "I don't want to talk to them. I just want to drive myself home and forget this ever happened. I'm going to call a car repair service, and they'll change my wheels." Jen sighed heavily and looked out. She grabbed at her stomach again and shook her head. One of the cops looked a bit concerned. "Ma'am." "Don't ma'am me! I hate you cops!" She let out a little sob and turned her head away, then leaned back against her seat. "Stay back officers" She said removing her jacket "I'm sorry Jennifer, but you're not in the shape to drive". She reached her fist back and broke the glass on the car to unlock the door." Now you have two choices...home or the hospital" She said "Because I'm not happy with your treatment of me or the officers". As she opened the door she was ready for an attack. If this girl was out of it enough to try anything she'd have to avoid getting hurt." If you try to hurt me you'll be taken to the hospital in handcuffs" She said calmly. "The hell is your problem?!" She cried out as the glass was broken. She immediately moved to the back of her van and stayed there. "Go away! I don't want to, leave me alone!" She said, fear in her voice now. "Well, they weren't there when my brother was killed, so why should I treat them nicely when they didn't do a damned thing to help him. I knew I shouldn't have trusted you." Jen put in angrily and looked away. "Leave me alone." She sobbed and stayed there. Her vision was getting foggy again, and she had to shake her head to clear it. "I hate you." She put in almost calmly, her eyes narrowing coldly. "Don't come any closer to me.don't." She warned loudly, her hands on the lock on the back of her van, heart pumping hard in both fear and anger, mostly fear as she stared. The cops were watching this without saying a word. They did know she wouldn't react the way she was if she wasn't drugged. She stopped seeing Jen's hand on the lock and made a move around gesture to the officers." You lost the choice I'm taking you to the hospital" She said "You never trusted me to begin with...but I could've left you to get raped". She was angry now her worry for this girl was wearing thin, but she didn't lash out. When the cops were in position she started to move to the back." If you open that door you'll be met with a group of officers that will take you to the hospital "So you either come willingly with me or forced to go the hospital". "Then why didn't you? Why are you hellbent on helping me? I've been nothing but trouble." She said though quietly now. She slumped and put her hands on her face." Shouldn't have come here tonight." She said, then muttered incoherent words underneath her breath. Her eyes were drooping again, and she had to shake her head to clear the cobwebs. "Fine.whatever. Just leave me alone after this." Jen made to get up, but she grabbed her head once more. Everything felt like it was spinning, and she couldn't help herself, she crawled forward and then stopped moving. Suddenly she let out a groan and feel forward, once again going unconscious, the full effects of the drugs hitting her right away and no doubt she'd be out for hours at the most. "Fine" She said "But now you're going to the hospital". She was thankful that Jen had come around to see things her way, but she kept silent until Jen passed out again." Shit" She swore and quickly crawled over to her. She pulled Jen from the car and picked her up to head towards her car." I'll take her to the hospital...get a statement after she recovers" She said as one of the officers opened the rear door of her car. She put Jen in the backseat and quickly got into the drivers side. The trip to the hospital was quick and quiet and once it ended she waited all night until the doctors said she'd recovered. The girl woke up in the hospital, groaning and raising her head. The doctors went to her and asked her how she was. "What happened? I can't remember anything at all. This isn't the club anymore." Jen moaned loudly and shook her head. They explained and she gasped. "Oh my God... That happened? Oh, shit.and I gave the officers so much grief too.damn it." She put her head in her hands and sighed. "I feel better though, my head is clear. Can I go?" When they nodded, the girl got up gingerly and stretched. She got dressed, and she walked out of the door and one of the officers stopped her. She began speaking to them and nodded gave them her statement and she didn't even give the other a glance before she walked out of the building and picked up the phone. "Hey. Could you guys bring my car back home? Oh you did, thanks. New wheels too? Thanks guys, I appreciate it." She hung up." Great. Now how the hell am I going to get home?" Lina saw her leave the hospital and gulped softly before standing and following Jen out." Hey...you need a ride" She asked softly. She bit her bottom lip hoping she didn't get screamed at by Jen." I know you wanted me to leave you alone..." She said "I just wanted to make sure you were fine...and I heard you needed a ride". She didn't have the gun any more she wouldn't get it back for a couple of months which usually was what happened when she shot someone. They had to rerun a full ballistics check and get the paperwork sorted out before she was able to carry more than a stunner.((sorry brain fail)) The short blond jumped when spoken to, and she tilted her head as if she was trying to remember some things. "Oh err.alright yeah that'd be nice. And, did I? I'm sorry. I'm not usually that rude. Ugh, I've got to get my things together again." She muttered softly and smiled gently. "You don't have to leave me alone. I can't remember anything that happened last night, and honestly I don't want to. They told me bits and pieces and I just didn't want to hear anymore.""God, I'm so stupid. I should have gone to the usual bar I go to. At least nothing bad happens there."" Her blue eyes looked down and then back up at her. "Umm, I can't remember if I told you my name or not. It's Jennifer." She said and then looked away. "Course, I might have said something before but." She chuckled and rubbed at her face. "I'm going to go home and stay home for a while. Kate called me, said she's staying with my parents for a while. Daddy's incredibly angry. Oh! I'm rambling. Sorry." There we go again Jen, talking the girl's head off wasn't going to do her any good. Maybe it was coming down off of the drug that did it, or maybe because she was nervous, but for some reason it wasn't stopping her from talking. "It's okay" She said "I wasn't the nicest person either". She frowned as the girl called herself stupid that wasn't right she wasn't stupid." No you're not...just a victim" She said "I don't mind you rambling...and I do know your name, but you don't mine I'm Lina". She gave her a light smile and walked up to her." Come on I'll give you a ride" She said "It'll do you some good to rest... I can even buy you something to eat if you want". She didn't mind listening to the girl talk it was nice that she wasn't angry anymore. Her car was devoid of any guns just a backseat littered with files on bail jumpers. "Maybe." She shrugged and looked away, then sighed. "Well it is nice to meet you at any rate. My car's all fixed up too. And no, that's okay. I'm not hungry at the moment anyway." She said, walking and nodding. "Alright then. My house is just up the hill, the umm.big one. My Daddy bought it for me, and I've been making a lot of money, so I can pay for it." The blond put in very softly, leaning back and sighing." I'm going to have to be alone in the house for a while I suppose. My sister's going to be gone for the night. Ugh. I'll shut up now." She said, finally going quiet and looking out while flipping through her phone. She felt disgusted with herself that she let things get so far last night. "Such an idiot." The blond put in and looked down at her hands, letting the silence take over. She opened the door for her and then went around to her side with a smile." You're not an idiot" She said "Those scumbags try to go for any girl they think they can get". She wanted to offer to stay with her awhile, but she didn't want to seem like she was coming onto her. Then again she was worried about Jennifer." If you want I can stay with you for a few hours" She said "If you're not up to being alone right now?" She didn't plan to offer an overnight stay, but she'd dealt with a couple of date rape victims. They were often scared of being alone at least for a couple of hours. "You don't have to if you don't want to. I don't.want to bother you." Jen put in softly and stepped inside, picking at her hands. "I can't remember anything anyway. It's all a blur to me. I mean I can stay home alone, or I can invite my ex-boyfriend over." She shrugged at that part. "He's also my best friend." A smile went on her face as she thought of Will, and then she nodded. She cocked her head to the side and looked down at her hands and then looked back up at the other." I'll be okay I guess. I mean, I'm used to staying alone. Like I said I can go invite my friend over, and we'll have a few beers." She knew that probably wasn't a good idea because when she got drunk she tended to do stupid things and the last time they were drunk they'd slept together. Oh well, if that happened it happened. She'd have to check on how busy he was. "Thanks for driving me though, I appreciate it." "It's no trouble" She said. As she spoke of inviting her friend over she smiled knowing Jen was probably trying to avoid asking her to stay over." How bout I wait til he comes over" She asked "I wouldn't feel good about myself if I didn't make sure you were a hundred percent k". She also wanted to talk to Jen some more it would be nice to get to know her without the gun scaring her off. This would probably be the last time she saw Jen if she didn't try. As they pulled into the house though she really hoped Jen accepted her offer." Well...we're here..." She said. "Alright then." She said, nodding. "You can stay if you'd like. I doubt Will has time anyway." She got up and looked around. "Good they brought my van home." She opened the door to it and took her keys out and relooked. "Feel free to make yourself at home." Jen called over her shoulder and went into the bathroom. Her house was warm, and she changed into a tank top and pajama bottoms, sitting on the couch. She turned on the TV and sure enough the club was on the news. So she turned it back off and looked towards the other woman. "So umm...thanks I guess.err. Want anything to drink? I've got water, soda, um.beer."" Anything you want I can get you. It's the least I can do." The blond put in, smiling gently and tilting her head to the side. She followed her inside having to smile at how nice the house was. This wasn't something she desired completely nice things had never been possible for her so she gave up on them. She walked over to the house and sat down on the couch with a smile." Uhm...if you don't mind I'd like a beer" She said with a smile "It was a rough night...those waiting room benches are terrible beds". She was trying to lighten the mood by making a joke. Then again the whole situation wasn't funny, but she wanted to give it a shot. "Sure. Gonna drink one myself. Didn't get a chance last night. Or did I? I can't remember." A puzzled look formulated on the pretty blond's face, a pierced brow cocking up before she shrugged. "Ah well. Here ya go." She said, tossing her one before she opened one herself and took a good drink of it, wiping the foam off of her lips." Mmm.that's good." The girl put in softly and sat on the couch as well. She tried to smile but sighed, turning her head away." I'm sorry. For putting you through that. I won't ever go there again. I shouldn't go out to bars anyway, think I'm going to stop for the night." The blond girl put in, and she rested her head on her hands, elbow propped up on the armchair. She took another drink and wiped her mouth again, the taste of it refreshing. All she needed to do, she figured, was relax for the night she supposed. She drank her beer listening as she spoke with a soft smile." You're fine... I didn't mind I was just angry that he'd almost gotten away" She said with a sigh "Men like that deserve to be castrated...". It was easy to see she didn't like men in fact she absolutely hated them."Yeah, taking a break from bars is a good idea" She said softly "I'm sorry I left your drinks alone...he wouldn't have touched them if I hadn't left them to go get you". "Men are idiots. There are good ones out there though. I still like them, despite all this." She giggled a bit. "And woman too. I'm bi and when I told my friends that they were shocked. But." She shrugged her shoulders and let out a little sigh. Surely it wasn't that weird, right? She hoped her friend wouldn't think so." It's fine. The drinks were shitty anyway. I much prefer this can of beer to that. Now the taste of that I can remember." Jen giggled again and smoothed her hair back. "He was an asshole though, from what the police and the doctors have told me. The guy was wanted around here for a while, he um.raped a lot of girls." She looked sheepish at that and looked away." Glad he didn't get me though. My friend's sister got raped by four men and Kat's still after them." She listened to her talk and cocked an eyebrow that the girl just blurted she was bi. It didn't bother her one bit, but she found it quite interesting." Yeah... I miss the pubs back home" She said. She'd known the guy was wanted the detective had told her that which meant she'd actually get a pay check for last night." That's what I was told... I'm glad I stopped him" She replied. She wasn't sure why she got extremely interested in her story about her friend's sister, but she knew she wanted to help." Does she have their names or faces" She asked "I could give it a shot?". "I bet. When I go to Scotland every year the first thing I go to is the pubs too. There's just somethin' about them." The girl put in gently and looked away, then back. "Glad too. What I'm not glad was how much of a bitch I was being last night." The girl said, going quiet as she thought. Had she not been drugged she would have cooperated and that would have made things SO much easier? Of course, she was always belligerent when under the influence, mostly from alcohol so the drugs had the exact same effect on her."Oh, um. I can't say." She put in and drank her beer. "I can't tell you where they're at. Kat's going to take care of them anyway." "The Scots do know how to make a good pint" She said "I stopped there for a few days on my way to the states". She looked at her as the girl started to talk about last night again." You don't have to feel bad" She said to her "You weren't yourself last night I know that". She gave a light sigh as she talked about not knowing anything about the men."It's okay tell your friend if she needs help I'll be more than willing" She said "I have plenty of good connections". "Yes we do." She teased. "I was born there, lived there until I was six. My accent is mostly gone save when I get angry or excited." She put in, remembering her home country very, very well. It was covered in a lot of hills and rained a lot, but she knew that it was the most beautiful country at least to her, she'd ever seen. The Scottish-American girl sighed and leaned back, cocking up a brow when the other girl spoke. "Thanks. That's much appreciated." She put in gently and leaned back some. "I don't know where Kat is actually. I haven't seen her since I was 17." Thinking of her Dutch friend made her frown a bit so she quickly took another sip of her beverage. She took a drink of the beer and watched the girl she wasn't sure why she was so interested in her." England for me" She said with a smile "born there spend the majority of my life in a small house outside of Manchester". She didn't know what to say when Jennifer said she'd lost contact with her friend." I'm sorry to hear that" She said softly "Its terrible losing contact with good friends". "I could tell. I have a fondness for English accents. I find them to be so sexy, so charming." She put in boldly and chuckled a little. "I've been to Blackpool once, pretty interesting place. My father is pure Scottish so we take trips a lot. Of course, I don't have to go anymore, but I always do. We've been to nearly everywhere in the United Kingdom, but I still get mesmerized each time I'm there." She shrugged at the next words. "Yeah, well considering what she does for a living it was probably best that I lost contact with her." "Hmm I would have loved to have traveled across the country" She said "It took a few years for me to get here". She and her father both saved and scrounged to get her to the states." What does your friend do" She asked "is something akin to my job"? "Yeah that's true. It took my friend a good while before she could get here, well, she'd been kicked out of her country." She felt she was doing Kat a disservice by talking about her like this despite not knowing where the hell she was. Jen felt horrible for it, but since Kat wasn't here she supposed she could talk about her like this." Oh. What does she do?" Okay now this was the difficult part. She looked away and bit her lip, thinking. "Alright. Well, she's a contracted killer. An assassin. I don't know where she is now but from what I've heard she was responsible for killing a lot of people in a building with a bomb, and shooting them when they came out." She looked away at this, and bit her lip. "So someone who probably has a warrant out" She said "I won't tell anyone what you've told me". She might have had a job bringing criminals to justice she knew better than to mess with an assassin. They weren't really the best of people for her to fight with." Let's change the subject I can tell this is uncomfortable for you" She said softly "What about you...what do you do for a living". "Good. She'd end up killing me, probably. She's incredibly dangerous. Furthermore, she um.got me interested in girls." She put in and looked away. Kat was a total badass and despite their friendship she made it perfectly clear that if she'd ever told anyone about her, or about her sister's rape, that the blond would regret it. "I just hope she doesn't come back, you know?"" Umm. I'm an executive in an office. I'm basically the boss of the entire floor and I think they'll be promoting me to boss of the entire thing." She said, shrugging her shoulders modestly." It's an aggravating job though." She looked at the girl and wasn't sure why, but she put an arm around her to comfort her. This girl had been through a lot, and she knew that she was putting herself in danger by saying these things to her." If she does give me a call" She said "I'll protect you". She wasn't sure why she said that, but this girl made her feel protective." That's a nice job...no scumbags trying to take you out" She said with a shrug "Something I am not cut out for". "She's really strong." She put in." Total badass too." Jen finished the last of her beer and smiled when the other put an arm around her. It made her feel safe, and she really liked the feeling. The girl turned her eyes towards her and nodded. "Yeah it's just kind of boring and tedious, but what job isn't? I guess the more adventurous ones are the exception, but I'm not very brave, nor do I have the kind of will to do that kind of stuff." The girl said quietly, rubbing the foam of beer off of her face. "I just can't handle an office" She said "I spent a lot of my life growing up living dangerously". Her father had been somewhat of an adrenaline junkie and stupid hustler. He'd get into trouble, and she'd have to fight her way out of it. That was why he'd gotten so adamant about getting her out of the country." I don't think I could sit still in an office" She said with a chuckle "Though this job ain't all its cracked up to be". "Well so does Kat." Jen said gently and looked at the other with a smile on her face. Her life wasn't as vicarious, but it was still pretty hectic, what with her two jobs and taking care of her sister who luckily was spending the night at her friend's house. "I'm sure. You're pretty strong. I like that in a woman." Her face heated up somewhat and the pretty blond girl looked away, biting her lip. "Well, it is true though." She chuckled, running a hand across her pierced brow and then rubbed her nose piercing. She looked surprised but then smiled and looked at Jen." You're strong too" She said "Even if you don't think you are". She liked Jen the woman was smart, pretty, and very stable and quite independent. It made her happy just to sit with her and talk. "Eh. Not really. But thanks." The girl said, going quiet once again and looking at her hands, almost as if she were fascinated with them. She grabbed her cell and fiddled with that as well. The blond looked up and smiled at her again, not sure what else to say. She lifted her legs out and stretched them out on the couch. The girl checked the clock, only four PM. That was good. She could relax for the entire day now. She cleared her throat and sighed, unable to keep her eyes off of the tattooed woman, though she looked away each time she saw her looking. Furthermore, she noticed that she'd made Jen uncomfortable and cleared her throat and removed her arm." So...your dad bought the house" She said "It's hard to imagine that one job could maintain all this". It was a weak attempt to get onto a more comfortable subject and distract her from mentally kicking her own ass. She shouldn't be flirting with a girl who almost got raped that would just end in a place they didn't need to go. "Yeah, Daddy bought the house. He and my Mother did anyway. He gave it to me when I turned eighteen. Was the least he could do, seeing as how all he cares about is work, and they haven't spent time with me properly in years." The girl sighed and got up, walking towards the window and looking out of it. She shook her golden head to clear her thoughts. "Maybe I'll just get drunk." She muttered, grabbing another beer and drinking that too. "You had a proper home" She said a little sad "My father liked to gamble and leave me in the middle of it". It wasn't her father's fault he usually wasn't able to fight the men who threatened him. So she learned how to it had given them an opportunity to earn enough money for her to leave. She watched Jen not sure why she felt sadder about Jen's life than her own. "Home? Moving from place to place isn't what I considered a proper home." She said gently, looking towards the other and sighing. "I'll stop with the sob story. Doesn't matter anyway." Jen shrugged and sat back on the couch. Her eyes looked towards the other's, and she frowned a bit, tilting her head to the side." So um." She didn't know what else to talk about, and she looked away, sighing. "I'm sorry I just never had these things... I just didn't understand" She said softly. She looked at her as she tried to speak but didn't say anything." You can ask me anything you want" She said to her "I don't really have anything I need to hide". "It's alright. I'm sorry." Jen felt bad, for having all of these nice things, for growing up with very rich parents and more importantly for having a very well paying job plus another one she did mostly for fun. A frown laced her pretty features, and she shifted around, trying to get comfortable or as best as she could at any rate."Oh, well." She looked sheepish. She never pried in anyone else's business because that was considered rude, so she bit her lip before she decided to go for a "safe one." That was the best route, right? Right. "So err.how long have you been doing your job for?" "Bounty hunting?" She said "8 years". She'd started this job when she got to America at the age of 14 she'd had enough experience fighting off men when she was younger." And don't feel bad...none lives the same" She said "Besides I'm happy with my life even if I do miss home".((Brain fail)) "Oh. Kat's been a killer for that long as well." She said gently, looking away and biting her lip. "Maybe a year longer, give or take." She shrugged and sipped her drink. The thought of having someone so tough and strong in her house gave her a sense of safety. Jen was quite glad she was there really. "I know what you mean. I do miss my home sometimes too though I do get to visit for a little while at least." Jen went quiet again and looked out the window, thinking. "I'd love to go back if I was allowed to" She said with a shrug "But its no skin off my nose". She gave a soft smile, but she hoped her father was okay he'd stayed behind." Like I said I'm enjoying my life here" She told her "Plus I got to meet you didn't I". She couldn't resist a playful wink even if there was nothing behind it. It was nice hanging out with her no ulterior motives no warrant nothing to ruin it. Jen smiled and looked away bashfully when the other woman spoke. She rubbed at her piercings and looked back. "I'm obviously not the best to meet you know, since I got so obnoxious." She chuckled a little though and watched her wink, giggling gently. This was nice and she felt herself relaxing somewhat. She rubbed her face and yawned. "So..." She said, unsure of what to say now. "You weren't yourself though" She replied. She was waiting for another question, but she could tell that Jen had some trouble with that aspect." You can keep asking questions" She told her "I won't get offended". "Still. I feel horrible." She said and looked away. Jen couldn't help it. Leaving a good impression, drunk or not, was a priority to her, and she felt absolutely terribly about it. Jen frowned, and sighed."err.have you ever um.used a gun on someone." She looked away, playing with her hands almost fixedly as she tried to clear her throat. "You don't have to answer.it's a stupid question." "It's okay I'll answer...yes I have" She said softly "But only in self-defense...well except last night... I shot the guy to keep him from running". She felt sick whenever she pulled the trigger, but she knew that it was that or her life. If she had let the guy go he probably would have gone after someone else. He also seemed to know Jen, but she wasn't sure why he did." I'm sorry if that's not the answer you wanted" She added "But I haven't shot an innocent person". "Ah." Jen said, looking away a little. "I hate guns." She said gently. "My older brother was killed by one, shots to his head two times." The girl looked a little sad at this but sighed and shrugged. "Doesn't matter now, he's been dead almost ten years now." The girl put in. "And Kat has. She loves killing from what I've heard. Anyone who.gets in her way gets mowed down." The blond looked uncomfortable at that and looked away once again. "I don't like killing...its distasteful but sometimes necessary" She said softly. She'd almost been excessive last night she'd wanted to kill him, but she knew better. The man was a creep, but he hadn't put her life in danger." I can understand that" She said "I wish I didn't need a gun...but I know better". She looked forward to her eyes seeming distant."Your friend Kat sounds like an assassin" She said "I've only met one...but he was like that". "Oh she is. One of the deadliest out there I think. I know she's wanted by the government here. I have no clue where she is now though. Doesn't matter. I don't need to be hanging out with people like that." She shrugged her shoulders, looking at the darkening sky outside. "Um.want anything to eat? I could order something if you'd like. I just got paid today." Jen yawned and grabbed her cell. She wasn't sure what to say to Jen's offer to buy something to eat." I'll be more than happy to pay" She said smiling "I still got some money from earlier...and I should get more soon". She wasn't sure why she didn't just say yes, but she felt like she shouldn't be taking money form someone. "Well if you're sure." She smiled a little, dialing the phone number and ordering it." The pizza there is good, let me tell you." Jen chuckled and lifted her legs up, putting them on the couch. "I shouldn't have put on this shirt, it's too small." She muttered and sighed. Must have mixed up her laundry with Kate's again. She had to have a word with her sister about where she put her stuff. She tried pulling it down over her pierced bellybutton, but it wouldn't move, and she gave up with a sigh. Furthermore, she held in a laugh as Jen complained about the shirt it seemed fine to her." Well you could go change" She said "I won't peek". She was attempting to make a joke, but it probably didn't come off that way. Lina's eyes kept going to the piercing on her belly button, and she wondered if Jen had any more piercings. "Nah I'll just take off my shirt. I mean, we're both girls here so it shouldn't matter, right?" Without waiting for an answer the blond grabbed her shirt and pulled it off, leaving her in just her white bra now, her pierced nipples poking out against it because of the sudden rush of cold air. She winced though when it rubbed against them." Stupid things.they're so sensitive ever since I put my studs back in." She looked away at that, and then back. "And my belly button piercing too. And err.others." Jen ran a hand through her golden locks and went quiet.

Overworked(Gemini)|rating:3.0

A Whole City Wrapt in the Wings of a Butterfly (Daughter of Artemis&frost rose)

For all the things that had gone wrong in her life, it was the loss of her hair that upset Robin ate Vert he the most. She had hidden herself away, her skirt acquiring a tear in it as she ascended into a tree in the woods around the castle, and there she had thought. After the shock of it had worn off, and she had dried her tears, she had puzzled over the way she had fled. She wouldn't have given it a moment's thought, not really, except that Won had nodded in the most infuriating way when Robin had made a fuss. She hated the old thumbless spinster on the best of days, and the seeming mockery had not done much to endear the woman to her. But it had made her thoughtful. It was such a small thing compared to losing her home. Compared to losing everything, really. Although, ithadbeen a terrible cut, literally a bowl placed over her head and shears taken to her hair. Her hair had gone most of the way down her back before, a stream of fine, razor straight auburn that she had never cut before in her life. Now, her shoulders felt light, and she was driving herself to distraction running her fingers along the new ragged edges of her bangs. It had been nice hair, and she had liked it, but it was stupid all the same. She doubted she'd be let to grow it back off at her new home, and even if she were, it probably wouldn't be nearly so nice. And she should be worrying about losing her home and not seeing her family, and not knowing what in the world was going to become of her. But she didn't. And she could not for the life of her figure out why it bothered her so much, only serving to darken her mood further. With a scowl she plucked off an acorn from the tree and hurled it as hard as she could at a sparrow that had landed on a branch in the next tree over. The projectile went wild, missing so badly that the sparrow didn't even bother to fly off, instead just cocking its head and giving her a reproachful look. She shouted out a word she probably wasn't supposed to know, and threw another acorn. Thatgot it to fly off. She sighed. It didn't especially make her feel better. It made her feel slightly self-conscious. And it still didn't solve her problem. Scowling as best she could, she reluctantly slithered down the tree. That's what she would have been expected to do. And at the moment, there was nothing more she wanted than to not do that. Would it make her feel better about her hair? Probably not, she decided as she ran her fingers through her bangs again. She felt almost naked this way, but she had gone around naked a few times before, now hadn't she? She kept her back straight and did her best not to look out of place, something exceptionally hard to do as she all but slunk back towards the castle. At least she didn't see Won at all. That was the nice thing about being sent off to live with someone else; she would never again see Won in her life. And she wouldn't have to put up with how insufferable some of the other children were going to be. Yet somehow the good points seemed fewer and less appealing as she padded softly through the corridors, her righteous indignation slipping into melancholy as she searched for Lillian to say her goodbyes. Lady Lillian Ulrich sat upon a chair in her rooms the lanterns hanging from the walls casting a comforting orange glow in the room. The nights were warm as summer continued to ravage the land bringing insufferable heat with it. The idea of swimming in the pond at the edge of the land she was allowed to travel upon so long as she had an escort, as was proper, thrilled her. With a light dress flimsy in material to allow air to touch upon her warmed skin she watched as a particular shadow formed along the wall of her rooms. Down the hall she could hear her parents discussing something, her door to the hall open to allow the air into the room. She, unlike many, did not enjoy summer. She would much rather run about in the heart of winter, furs wrapped around her and leather boots upon her feet, her breath nothing but a white cloud of mist in the cool air. Snow… Lillian sighed at the very thought of such a cold wonderful thing. Longing for the frozen white water rather than this incessant heat, she sighed a shiver moving through her body as if she could feel the chill of winter touch her skin even now. Smiling, she thought of tying her long blonde hair back into a braid, her mother sitting behind her humming as she wove the locks of her hair into a crisp, straight and strong three crossed braid. If she did not tie her hair back it would surely get in the way of her games in the snow. Snow that was not here and would not come for another two seasons. Sighing, Lillian stood from her chair, pulling at the material that clung to her chest away trying to air away the heat emanating from her body in waves. Looking to the wall and it’s shadows she gasped at the figure of a body towering over her own slowly growing as it hoped over the stone rail of her balcony, to which the door was opened. Turning quickly she moved away from the figure of the shadowed person until her back rested against the cool surface of the wall. Even the coolness of the walls surface did not delight her though only a few moments it would have surly done so.“Who…who goes there?” Lillian’s voice quaked as she looked from the person who’d Gardner unwanted entry into her chambers to the open door of her rooms that laid between her and the… Lillian tilted her head to the side as the light of the candles finally found the figure’s skin. “Robin.?” All the climbing, Robin decided, was doing her good. Later she would realize that she probably should have expected that. She always felt better after exhausting herself. For all the times she had been scolded, sometimes painfully so, for showing up to some chore or other flushed and panting with her hair mussed she didn't think she could ever stop, really. It felt sogoodafterwards. Between her current scampering, and an afternoon away from everyone else she was, well, she was still feeling rattled but now at least she wasn't on the verge of breaking out into tear again. Only the last part was at all difficult anymore. Most of the way up had enough decayed mortar, or windowsills, or thick ivy to carry her without even thinking about it, but Lillian's balcony—how had the girl every managed to get such a nice room?—jutted out from the wall, and there was a harrowing moment in which Robin had to throw herself outwards and grab on to the lip without anything to support her. Her heart was in her throat, and her stomach seemed to be about twenty feet below, carried down by the gravity that threatened to tear her from her tenuous position, holding on to the lip of the balcony by her fingers as she finally kicked off from the wall. She was biting her lip hard enough that she thought she tasted blood as she hauled herself upwards, her arms straining as she fought the feeling to kick her legs wildly for purchase. She knew there wasn't any, and it would only serve to unbalance her. And then she found herself again, her knee up high enough to brace against the stone lip while she brought an arm up higher to the railing. After that it was easy, slowly sliding herself carefully upwards, ready to push herself up and over. And then the nervous challenge came out, nearly causing her to lose her position half over the balcony and go falling back to the ground below. Her heart froze, and thankfully her limbs froze with it, keeping her in place. She had taken some nasty spills before, but never one that would have been this bad. She had expected Lillian to be in her room of course—there would have been little point risking her neck sliding up the wall in the dark otherwise—but she had lost herself in focusing on the climb. Furthermore, she scrambled quickly entirely over as she came back to her senses, and smiled sheepishly as Lillian recognized her as she stepped into the candlelight." Hello Lili," she said, her hand running nervously through uneven bangs. She shifted. "I'm sorry, ah, for coming up so unexpectedly. I didn't think..." She trailed off for a moment before regaining her focus. "I didn't want to get spotted on the way." “No, no, Robin it is fine. You…you know you are always welcome.” Lillian breathed as she stepped towards her friend slowly. She swallowed convulsively as she bit the inside of her lip. What had happened to her friends gorgeous hair? Had she chopped it all off? Had there been a mistake with the trimmer? Surely there had to have been. Finding herself rapt with fascination over her friend’s new hairstyle she stepped closer and just as Robin’s hand fell away from her bangs Lillian touched them with the tips of her fingers. In the years that Lillian had known Robin they had spent a great deal of time together. Their first meeting being rather improper and consequential. There was a celebration ever Summer Solstice that Lillian and her parents attended while Robin attended it with her own family. Having gotten lost in the large overbearing crowd Lillian had bumped into Robin and had fallen to the ground. Robin had been quick to help her up as she apologized, though the fault had not been her own. It seemed they had both misplaced themselves in the crowd of strangers. Young and small enough to move through a crowd and between people’s legs they stayed together in search of their parents. When the small girls standing only a hairsbreadth apart approached the arena in which the knights were having their contests Lillian had found her parents flag flying by their booth. They had sponsored a knight for the competitions, he had given Lillian a daisy that made her blush a rose-red and giggle before she hid behind her mother’s skirts. Pointing out the flag with her family’s crest stitched into the flapping material Robin had commented that the large ominous figure with spread wings circling around an imitation of the hills, land, and manor she lived in, looked like a butterfly. Lillian looking at it through the eyes of her new friend had indeed realised it did in fact look much like a butterfly rather than the dragon it was meant to depict.“What have they done to your hair?” Lillian asked as she brushed her four fingers through the thinned and shortened locks that just fell below Robin’s ear. She had spent many days combing these same fingers through the beautiful auburn locks before tying it into a braid or single bun. They would sit beneath Lillian’s favorite apple tree just north of the manor or on the stone bench in the garden; Robin sitting upon the floor as she sat upon the stone bench with her legs crossed or as she kneeled behind Robin as they sat in the shade and the slightly older girl munched on an apple they’d picked from the branches above them. Robin always had an odd love for climbing things, trees, walls…anything. Now though, that beautiful soft velvety hair was gone. Gone… and the comfort Lillian had found from playing with it could not be found again. With saddened green eyes she looked to Robin for answers. It was hard for Robin to pin down exactly why she felt so awkward. She liked Lillian, quite a lot. She was her oldest and best friend, to the point where she went out of her way to spend time with the other girl, even if that meant sitting in one spot for hours on end. It was worth it, and not even only because she got to express her moments of girlishness either. It certainly didn't hurt that Lillian was one of the few people to put up with her without recrimination. Which all should have made her more comfortable here than anywhere else. She almost wished she had never left her tree, hiding out there until she was forcibly dragged out of it, just to have to avoid Lillian's look of concern and worry. Not that she really minded that in itself—it wasn't as though Lillian had never looked at her like that before, consoling her after any one of a hundred painful spills or cuts that she inevitably acquired risking life and limb as she did. She felt... embarrassed. And worse yet, she had no idea why. Robin giggled a little nervously, her fingers following Lillian's through her hair before she shrugged, trying to look nonchalant. It didn't particularly work. "They cut it." Her voice tried for dry, and managed nervously moist. "Earlier today, Won did it with a pair of shears, although the heavens only know how she managed without being able to really grasp them." She took a breath, shifting in place as she squirmed in place. Lillian wasn't even giving her any dirty looks and she still felt awkward. This was worse than with Won in its own way. "It was, I was—" She trailed off, unsure how to make the admission. She looked away before she continued. "I was apprenticed off as a page today, to help my family." That sounded... okay. Better than all but sold off as a slave to pay for debts, anyhow. "My hair was too long for service. So I had to—" She looked back up, catching Lillian's eyes. "—I had to get it cut, before I leave." Won... Lillian should have known. That old crone was always a constant figure and presence in Robin's life. The woman was after all meant to look after her. A hired woman that she and Robin often insulted. Spent hours mocking her in the theatrical sense, pretending to have her crooked back, her wheezing voice and shaking short limbs. Though they tried they could never imitate the look that often scared them as children. A witch, Lillian was sure that the woman was a witch. Yet, they never spoke of such things for fear of what it could cause. The very whisper of the suspicion enough to bring the wrath of a true witch on them. So they did not speak of such things, they were after all still children and had that waning grasp on the fantasy of youth. Still...the fact that the woman had taken to Robin's beautiful hair and chopped it off for service. "No..." Lillian shook her head tears already springing to her eyes. She knew what this was before Robin had finally admitted to it aloud. She was leaving. "They...they couldn't possibly mean to send you away..." Lillian knew from Robin's rare additions that her family was not as well off as they were trying to make others believe. As the second of three children Robin seemed like the perfect choose to be sent away. Still... Lillian wished there was something she could do. "How long will you be away?" She asked her voice chipped as she dropped her hand away from Robin's face and looked to the floor. Her heart ached, even so young still knowing the implications behind this information. Robin was here to say goodbye, leaving her. Still, wiping at her eyes she straightened her back, she would need to be strong for Robin. She could not upset her dearest friend with her own despair over her departure. "When...when are you to leave?" A little bit of relief crept through Robin as Lillian spoke. It was nice, having something sympathetic coo over you. It gave Robin a satisfying self-righteously wronged feeling that was far and away more pleasant than the simple misery she had previously entertained. She still wasn't happy about it, but now she could at least direct her unhappiness outwards, reinforced by her friend's shared dismay. Or at least, something close to that. She still grimaced as she admitted, "In a few days, at most. I just heard about it today, but it's been plotted before now. Sir Avery's man worked it out with my family, and he will be taking me back, when it's time." Robin found the words surprisingly easy to say. She had felt like she had been collapsing inwards earlier as she thought about the prospect, yet now when she was explaining it to Lillian, it is harder to wallow in it, with her friend tearing up in front of her. She tried to turn the remnants of her grimace into a proper smile for Lillian's sake. It did not seem particularly convincing in the end, but it was something anyhow. "I'll be a page at his house, so I guess I'll be gone for years." Ahh, there was the pain. It was increasingly difficult to avoid looking miserable again as she dwelt on that thought. "But, I suppose, if at the end of that I can be released, I could come back then, even if my family disapproves. I'll have a trade then. They can't keep me away if I have a trade." The thought wasn't particularly cheering, but it was the best the young Robin could manage at the moment as she tentatively moved to brush her fingers over Lillian's cheeks, wiping away the worst of the tears. And at this point, she was fairly sure there wasn't a more cheering thought, save that her family suddenly have a change of heart and a change of fortune, obviating the need to leave in the first place. "And... And I'm sure Sir Avery will have to come to court sometime," she added, trying not to sound like she was desperately searching for a silver lining. "I mean, everyone's here, and I could work hard enough and please him so that he couldn't possibly refuse me." Years...that couldn't possibly be correct. How was she to survive for years without Robin? Who would she get into trouble with? Whom would she turn to when she had a secret to tell? Surely they could see each other more often than when Sir Avery came to court. That man was notorious for skirting his duties in the court well...so she had heard her father complain aloud about several times. "What am I to do without you?" Lillian asked as she stepped back into Robin and wrapped her arms about the young woman's waist. She would be without the comfort of Robin's embrace, the scent of her skin and sound of her voice for years. She would be damned if she did not take this moment to soak in every last bit of her friend. Sniffling back the rest of her tears she gripped tightly onto Robin's waist and refused to let go. Resting her head on Robin's shoulder she looked out towards the dark moonlit sky out her open balcony doors. The warmth from the evening was still stifling and left Lillian perspiring more than she would like to admit, add to the already apparent heat the warmth of Robin's body, and it felt as if she were in a steam room. Yet she would not even dare think to let go. Closing her eyes, the ethereal scent of Robin's clothing, smelling of the pine tree she was sure to have climbed, and the roses beneath her balcony she had to have scurried through and the lilac growing on the wines that decorated the stone wall of her family's estate with it's greenery. Sighing, her breath warm against Robin's neck, she turned her head so that she was looking at the strong slope of muscle, veins and skin of Robin's jugular. Lifting her hand up to the nape of Robin's neck she played with the shortened locks, twirling them as best she could around her index and middle finger. "We shall write to each other. Surely Sir Avery will allow you to write to your family...to me?" Lillian swallowed knowing from stories the hired servants here at the estate had young children all sent away under the tutelage of a master of the arts of some kind, often were not permitted to write for the first year of their stay. It was a means to help the young ones develop their own sense of independence from their family and dependence on their master or mistress." Will you stay with me, Robin? Until the very last moment? Please...stay, and we shall pretend when you are leaving that we are not saying goodbye for...for a long time but until the morrow. We shall make plans to meet beneath our tree and go swimming and, and we will not think of your departure." Lillian was, in her own way, just as passionate as Robin was. She expressed it differently, perhaps, but it was there nonetheless. So Robin wasn't quite sure why she flushed as the arms came down around her, squeezing the breath from her body in a rush. She should have expected it after all, or something close enough at any rate. As it was, she simply blushed. She hadn't really intended to make a big deal of it, even though it probably deserved it, and even though sneaking up the side of a building in the middle of the night, then stammering it out in a rush was probably not the best way to keep it low-key. It was when Lillian playing with her hair that Robin finally found her composure again, the warm, tickling breath on her neck having elicited a giggle from her that broke her from her reverie. Without thinking about it, she returned the hug, her arms slipping around Lillian's waist. "I'm sure we can write to each other," she said, trying to make her voice as reassuring as possible. She didn't actually know whether they could or not. She didn't know if she would be allowed, or have the time, or even just find people traveling in the right directions to carry the letters. But she didn't like seeing Lillian upset, and she was sure she could persuade Sir Avery to let her do that much at least. And the rest she could do. "I'll stay with you," she promised, her voice resolute to a degree that would seem a little silly in retrospect, a grave oath for what in the end would be a small enough gesture between young girls. "We can stay up as late as you'd like. I've stolen away from my own chamber, you see, crept past where the guard has fallen asleep at the hearth, and past where the scullery maids are still at their work by the kitchens. And I've come to you, tears in my eyes, at nothing more than my hair robbed of me, and we'll sit here and say unpleasant things about Won, and you shall comfort me until I can face myself in the mirror again." She gave a little squeeze. "And then when it's time for me to leave, I'll be off to retrieve a pair of scissors, so that we can swim and wash, and you can trim my hair, till I look like one of the pixies from an engraving." Robin pulled back a way, far enough to give Lillian a weak smile. And then we shall never part, except exhausted and spent that we might see each other again soon, fresh to begin again." Lillian closed her eyes and wrapped herself tightly around Robin. She did not care that Robin was hardly dressed to retire for the evening. She did not care that in the morning there would be specs of wood and tiny crumbs of dirt on her bedsheets. It would all be a simple reminder that this night had not been a dream. A frightfully sorrowful dream where her only true friend said her farewells. When morning came, the sun having risen hours before as it rested well over the horizon and the dew from the night before evaporated from the stifling heat of day, Lillian opened her eyes to find herself alone. The added warmth of a body against her own gone and the promises whispered into her ear the night before of letters and a day spent beneath their oak tree were lost to the sound of her sobs and the grip of her hand upon the sheets that smelled like roses and lilac, that smelled like Robin. Robin was gone and whether Lillian new it or not so was her childhood. Her father and mother sat her done the afternoon Robin had left and spoke to her of the trouble Robin’s family had come upon and how Robin would no longer be visiting her. Lillian dare not tell them of Robin’s visit the night before and as the heart break over her friend’s parting was still raw her tears came easily and abundantly as her mother held her in a comforting embrace as her father stood behind her patting her shoulder, uncomfortable with the show of emotion. It was only but a month after Robin’s departure that she was called to her parent’s chambers once again. She sat in the same burly chair that stood nearly a foot taller than herself, her parents were both tall people and promised she would soon grow to be as tall so that she did not feel so small in such a chair. They spoke softly, calmly, and Lillian wondered how they could remain so steady as they spoke of an illness. An illness that her mother had contracted like many of the people in this kingdom had. There was no cure they stated as if that were news from an Angel’s lips to their ears, that it was destined to be. They promised that they were not as resigned to just letting her mother, her only friend left now that Robin was gone, die. They only promised this after she had stood from the hated chair, knocking it to the ground with a loud echoing thud and an accusing finger pointed in their direction. So it was with tears in her eyes that she raced across the room and held her mother tighter than she ever had in her life and wept upon her bosom for the fear and encasing sorrow and despair that seemed to be a new constant in her young life. Tears, it seemed, would be abundant in the Ulrich Manor for years to come. The day was far too hot, almost intolerably so. There had been a few days of cloudy skies over the past few weeks, making Robin hope for a while that it might be an uncharacteristically wet summer, the rain cooling the scorched countryside. The weather had, of course, selected the first days of her travels to prove her incorrect, and had done so with no little vigor. To make things worse, her new master had decided that any page of his was going to be riding, not sitting up on one of the wagons and carriages with the baggage and the women. For all Robin was an accomplished forester, she had never worked much with horses. Or ponies, or mules, for that matter. She'd never strayed far from home on any significant trip, and even the rare few times she had been along on a hunt, it was on foot, assisting the huntsman manage the hounds during the search, never with the mounted party. She was already sore, despite having probably the gentlest pony amongst the company as they traveled. And now it was almost a week's travel to her new home. She suspected by the time they arrived, there wouldn't be much of her left to feel stressed and nervous about what the world might have in store for her. And it was slow-going besides. Sir Avery had taken the occasion to visit with his full court. The man might not have been a Baron or an Earl, but he carried his own banner all the same, and counted an income from his lands of over a thousand sovereigns annually. With his arms men, his wife and her maid, two of his vassal knights and their squires, and his cook and the teamsters, there was quite a lot of baggage indeed, all which slowly plodded along the rutted track. And worst of all, she got a taste of her new duties that afternoon. They had stopped to water the horses, and for Dame Constance to rest for a while. Robin had hoped she would therefore help unpack a few goods, then perhaps be given a few minutes to rub herself down, lying in the shade as she worked out the kinks in her muscles. Instead, she found herself riding at a brisk trot down the path, sent ahead to arrange their stay at the next stop. She had all but collapsed off her pony when she finally made it into the courtyard of the roadside inn in the little hamlet a few miles down from where the party had stopped. A boy scurried forward to take the animal away to water, but was stopped by the innkeeper himself. He was a large, broad man, as they tended to be, responsible as they were for the behavior of rowdy customers. He looked over her suspiciously, taking in the state of her clothes. Robin hastened to straighten herself, painfully self-aware again of her new position. "I beg your pardon, good sir. I have ridden hard, looking to arrange accommodations for my master, the banner Sir Avery, and his entourage, and their horses. We seek respite from the road, and a place to stable and water." The man was not warm, but his suspicion seemed to lessen. "How many are you?"" Fourteen in all, sir, and we bring with us our own cook, and eleven horses and ponies." And that was all there was to it. She ate with the servants of the inn that evening, a scullery boy, and a maid, as well as the other servants of Sir Avery. She found herself somewhat flustered, the attention of the inn's staff fixed on her, once they learned where she had come from. But gossip she learned was encouraged with an extra cup of wine, and another ladle over her trencher, and no one else had been at court so much as her. And so it was the next three nights as well, until they had finally reached the estate. Robin wished she could have collapsed then and there. Her feet ached for lack of good riding boots, and her thighs were rubbed raw. But there were wagons to unload, and horses to take away to water and rub down, and after that, there were her new duties in the large, fortified manor, all but a small castle. Robin decided she hated Dame Constance's maid just a little bit. She had helped the girl down from the carriage, steadying wobbly knees despite her own body screaming in protest. The girl then got to bustle off to help Constance change from her travel wear, while Robin herself helped to do all the real work. And so she served at the table that night, clearing away dishes with the other pages. And only then did she eat and drink herself. It was nothing compared to what she was used to, but it was plentiful, and she was half starved. And then she was herded into one of the servant chambers, where she was set out a cot. And it was only then, lying in bed, unable to sleep that first night that Robin had any notion of what had happened. She lay there for what seemed like an eternity, listening to the soft noises of sleep around her. There were half a dozen boys and girls there, mostly children of the local peasantry, working here for board and to pay off their parents' debts and to maybe send back the occasional farthing besides. Really, wasn't that why she was here for as well? Except that her family was well-to-do. Had been well-to-do. Not like the serfs and villeins surrounding her. She could even read a little. A talent mostly rubbed off from Lili. She took a deep breath, and it only shook a little bit. She was alone now. And sore. And filthy. And—Robin took a deep breath. Well, there was a way to fix that. And so she slipped out of bed, creeping silently amongst the sleeping forms, stopping only to pull on a shift before she hopped up onto the window sill and disappeared into the night. It wasn't hard to avoid the guards, especially not having to deal with anything more than a creaky shutter to give herself away. And so she found herself down at a brook quickly enough, one of a few that provided the manor's fresh water. The shift was thrown over a tree branch, and she waded in, sinking up to her nose in the cold water. After days of riding with nothing more than rags and basins to clean herself, it was as though she had stepped into heaven. She did her best to keep herself clean always, but there was only so much one could do while traveling. She must have spent an hour in the brook, lying back feeling clean as she stared up at the night sky. There was no moon out, and the Milky Way shone down on her obscured, the stars forming a great wash of brilliance above her. And somehow, with only the stars for company, she felt a little less alone.~*~The sword, when it was handed to her, was barely worth the name. It was too long for her, being made for a man, not a girl scarcely over five feet. And the blade was dull, and the grip's leather all but rotting away, and the balance made it feel more like a fire poker than a sword. On top of that, it wasn't really hers. Wickham, the sergeant, had given it to her to repair and keep for the while, but it really was just a practice weapon. One that failed to impress even her untrained eye. And yet, despite all that, she still loved it. She replaced the grip herself, oiling and smoothing out burrs, and sharpening it until it at least looked like a sword again. Not that she did much with it yet. Wick just had her doing drills with a hefty stick. Hefty enough it must have been twice the weight of any sword she'd really use. Apparently, that was the idea. Her sword would end up feeling light in comparison. In the meantime that her arms burned even after only five or six good swings. She had never questioned why she had been given the sword in the first place, for fear that if she became too curious, it would be taken from her. Besides, there were only so many of Sir Avery's retinue that were trained in the use of a sword. Most people had one, of course, but only the men at arms and the huntsmen and people like that were actually any good with them. When she had been given a bow, it only narrowed down even farther what she was being groomed for. At least it meant she wasn't going to be a page for the rest of her life, like old Eric.~*~The new roan mare had a gentle gait that Robin rather liked. She was now a much better equestrian, after years of practice, but she still appreciated the rather even temper of her mount, the first that was truly hers. It was an unprecedented gift. Sir Avery did not become wealthy by giving servants their own horses, and then paying their upkeep besides. Then again, none of the other girl pages had been elevated to be his squire and valet, either. She was keeping apace a length behind Sir Avery, and a ways off to the side, taking his left flank, while Percy, Baron Newcastle rode abreast with him on his right. The sword hung heavy at her belt, still too large for her. It probably always would be, but for now it was still a sword. She licked her lips, running her fingers through her hair. It still only ran down to her shoulders, but it was a habit she had never gotten rid of. Especially when she was nervous. And now she had cause to be. For some foolhardy reason, despite being in the presence of two of her social superiors with every ancient right to do so, she was the only one with a sword. True, the Baron's lands were well policed, and typically considered quite safe, and neither usually carried a weapon while simply performing their daily duties. But riding out without a guard, and only a fourteen-year-old girl for protection? She could not imagine what need such privacy to leave with no company other than herself. Especially when they were not, to her ears, actually discussing anything private. Mostly tournaments and the gossip of the Royal court. It didn't sound like treason." Malcolm of course is thoroughly against sending anyone at all, but what can you expect from the North." Newcastle made a dismissive gesture. "His lands are poor anyhow, and what little they have is taken by the readers. Malcolm is no great loss. He only weakens himself, never sending more than a courier down." And so it went, the two engaged in almost idle gossip while she felt more and more as though she were going to have a panic attack. Only half listening now, it was Robin who spotted the figure first, crumpled by the side of the path, the unevenly worn Clark blending in with the underbrush." Oh I see," said the Baron when Robin pointed it out to the two men, his eyebrows knitting, and his countenance creasing into a concerned frown. "If you would, Sir Avery?" It was a mere politeness, avoiding ordering another man's servant directly. "Yes, Robin, go see to it." Running her fingers through her hair again, Robin dismounted. Her boots crunched through twigs and fallen leaves as she came up aside the body. And it was a body. The man had a broken neck, now that she could see up close. She felt a little chill at that. Either he had taken a nasty fall, or someone had broken it for him. He was wearing, sturdy clothing, of a highly rural fashion, and a heavy cape of the sort worn to keep off the rain. All in a vague dirty gray and brown that spoke of far too long between washings. She turned the body over. He was carrying almost nothing, and she could see the mangled remains of a few strings stuck in his belt where somewhat had cut away a purse." His neck was broken, and his corpse stripped, m'Lords," Robin dutifully reported, standing up. She took another glance down, and sniffed. "And not too long ago. The body is cool, but has not yet gone foul." Newcastle nodded gravely. "Aye, I imagine that would be so." He and Sir Avery conferred a moment before he turned back. Both looked grim. "They tell me you served as a tracker with the hunt. Have you tracked a man before?" She shook her head. "No m'Lord." Sir Avery spoke. "It's not that much different from game, easier in some ways. I will lead your horse." And so it went. She did manage to find the trail, after some searching around. It was easier, in a way. Boot prints made for much more clear signs than a hoof print, and whoever this man was, he was not as graceful as a hart by any means. She walked perhaps ten lengths ahead of the two men, they're hanging back to talk quietly amongst themselves, and to prevent the noises of the horses to give her problems. She had been moving for less than an hour, following what she hoped was their trail of upset leaves, disturbed foliage, when she breathed a sigh of relief. Not far off, a campfire was giving off smoke. She crept up closer, till she could see through the trees. Two men sat next to a lento shelter." Poachers," Sir Avery sighed when she returned with the news. "Do you think you could kill them?" Robin balked. "Sir?"" You would be on horse, and they are not prepared. And chances are you could best either in single combat."" I— I couldn't say, sir," she said. "Wouldn't it be wise to call for a band?" There was a moment's conferral. Then Newcastle returned, "Possible, but it would be inconvenient." He fixed her with a gaze that made her shift uncomfortably. How precisely would it be inconvenient, and to whom? "It should be greatly better for everyone if you could do it." Robin ran her fingers through her hair. Why in the name of all that was holy did they not come armed as well? She took a deep breath. "All right. Sir Avery, if I could have my horse?"" Keep one alive, if you can, but do no risk yourself," he said as he passed her the reigns. She nodded, and mounted. The sword hissed quietly out of the leather scabbard. She didn't use wood, having heard from a traveler about the men of the east, and how they kept their swords razor sharp by not dulling them in wooden scabbards. The length she wagered would be a blessing in this case, fighting from horseback against unmounted men. Another deep breath, and she urged her horse into a trot. The two men heard her soon enough, but she was closing too quickly. One made for his crossbow by instinct, but couldn't load it swiftly enough. The other—Oh mother of god. Robin's heart tightened, and she wavered as he reached and brought up a boar spear. How had she missed that? Why in the world did he have one? Boar wasn't poacher's game. She didn't have time to think, or to break off. And nor did he have time to bring up the spear properly. She wanted to cry with relief as she came in close. A stiff thrust with the sword sent him scrambling backwards, keeping the spear out of alignment, even if he did manage to keep his grip. She wheeled her horse about while the Spearman was off balance. The man with the crossbow had realized his mistake, but couldn't fix it in time as she slashed at him. He held the bow up defensively, her sword biting into the wood, ruining it. A sharp yank freed her sword and another thrust had him backing off. Robin gritted her teeth. She was used to fighting on foot, during her drills and practice bouts. And while she could feel the power in having height on her opponents, she wasn't able to follow through for lack of practice moving her horse in combat. Again she turned, back to the man with the spear. He had it up now, the point menacingly between her and him. She blinked. She was on a horse. Biting back the self-recriminating gesture, she dug her knees in, and simply trotted out of reach. She wrapped around, and came in again, breaking the two apart. She faced the man with the spear first. Furthermore, she didn't want to turn her back on him. If only she knew how to fight someone like that from horse. Get inside his guard. She sidestepped the horse in, keeping her sword arm presented. She lashed out with her sword, batting at the spear once, a second time, and then the third—She cried out as her horse reared. The second man had grabbed a branch from the fire, was brandishing it run under Robin's mare's nose. Her cry was cut short as she hit the ground. She landed on her tailbone, pain shooting up her spine. But it had not left her dazed—a small miracle, for someone who had just suffered a fall from a horse. And a stroke of good fortune, as the man with a spear moved in for the kill. Robin scrambled backwards, bringing up her sword to ward him off. It almost worked. She managed to regain her feet, beating off his thrusts as she gave ground. But it wasn't perfect. She hissed in pain as she felt the spear bite. It was a clumsy hit, a stab warded off from spearing her face. It would have missed entirely if it hadn't been for the cross blades on the boar spear. She jerked her head away as it left a cut across her left cheek, not too deep, and arced like a crescent moon. But the cut had no power behind it, and it did leave her next to the sharp end of the spear. She brought her sword up and hooked the false edge behind the cross blades of the boar spear and yanked as hard as she could from so close to the spear tip. He did not lose his grip, but the spear was turned aside, and she slipped in. He dropped it then, instinctively bringing arms up over his face as she slashed across him. Furthermore, he shouted something, but it was lost in the scream as her sword bit into his forearm, cutting to the bone. A followup thrust, and it was over. Robin spun about, praying she wasn't about to have a very nasty surprise. She did not. The other man, armed with only a long knife now, and unable to get into position to press her in time while friend still lived, was now in flight. She gave a curse, and was preparing to pursue when she heard a crash, and saw the mottled gray horse of Sir Avery come at the man at an angle, the man himself wielding a hefty looking branch. Moments later, the man was on the ground, and Robin could hear him retching from where she stood as he tried to recover his feet. As Sir Avery dismounted to deal with the man, Newcastle approached Robin herself, coming up alongside her and dismounting. He clapped her on the book. "Good show man," he said, handing her a cloth to apply to her cheek. "I am gratified to see we did not misplace our trust." Not as gratified as Robin herself was, she was pretty certain. They could have just ridden off unnoticed after all. "Thank you, your Lordship." With that, the Baron turned, letting her tend to her cut while he ransacked the camp. Halfway through, Sir Avery returned." Just poachers, it seems, and part-time highwaymen." Robin glanced to where she saw the still form of the second man, and shifted uncomfortably. She supposed theydidcatch them in the act, or close enough to it. It's not like dragging them before a Hundred would have turned out much different. This might have even been a bit more merciful than a slow death by hanging anyhow. Newcastle nodded absently, then a moment later stood up straight, brandishing his prize. A purse with the strings cut. He passed it to Sir Avery who wordlessly opened it, then breathed a sigh of relief." Well then," he said, placing the pouch in a saddlebag and putting his foot in the stirrup. "Let us back to the castle." Robin thought better than to ask questions.~*~Robin stood before the looking glass, fussing. She couldn't help it, not with Sir Avery playing host to the Richard, Earl of the Isles. She had never met the man of course, but she could hardly not know of him, cousin to the king, and one of the favored at the Royal court. And Sir Avery wantedherby his side during the audience. Her livery was bright scarlet, and real scarlet instead of the usual pastel pink that was cheaper to dye, with a bend sinister in black, the ensemble showing her allegiance to Sir Avery as a retainer. The coat had been given her just earlier that day and was made of velvet. She thought she was going to faint when she first tried it on. Actual velvet! And her hose and belt were equally fine besides. Even her hair was swept back, kept in a rather fashionable felt hat, complete with a hawk feather rakishly stuck in the band. Sir Avery had been good to her, but she was a page, or a squire, or a footman in training. Or whatever. A few coins and serviceable clothing were all she had ever received. And even before she had been taken on, her parents could never afford this sort of finery. So she fussed in front of the glass another time. Straightening the coat, adjusting her hair, worrying whether the crescent scar detracted too much from her face. Or if the swell of her chest—something which had come in late, and refused to decrease despite her active life—would undermine the masculine style in which she dressed. It was only fitting, after all, that a proper sense of martial dignity be projected, and that meant practical, assertive dress. In the end, it very nearly made her late. A maid had to come and fetch her, all but bodily pulling her away from the glass, the threat of disgrace by not showing up at all finally motivating her with just enough time to be at Sir Avery's side when he greeted the Earl. The man couldn't have been much older than she was, Robin realized with a start. Barely old enough to be knighted, if you had a hereditary claim. He looked quite the contrast as he embraced the grain Sir Avery. And what he was doing here, Robin could not fathom. Sir Avery was not a political animal. Rather notoriously so, in fact. Which in itself was an enigma—the man was wealthy and keen, and canny besides. He would have certainly been welcome at court, but his stubborn absence had long since passed noteworthy and become something of a joke. Since she had come to live with him, he had ventured outside his domain perhaps a dozen times in as many years, and most of them had been on pilgrimage, or to another country entirely. Earl Richard seemed as curious about the matter as Robin herself was, and was far more blunt about it after pleasantries had been exchanged. "Your absence in civilized company wears ever more, Sir Avery," he said, his face grave. "People begin to talk." Sir Avery gave a bark of a laugh, leading the Earl over to the railing of the balcony they met on, the forest of Sir Avery's preserve stretching out before them, Robin trailing obediently behind. "People have always talked, Richard," he said, just a touch acerbically. "What you mean is that they begin to question my motives." The Earl made a mollifying gesture, but did not contest the claim. "Ha, does no one have respect for the elderly anymore?"" Perhaps then if you would gift away the wealth you don't need and retire to your hunting lodge? Or simply show your nose long enough that we might properly fête you."" Oh, I see how it is." Sir Avery clapped the Earl on the back, a sly smile coming to his lips. "Well, flying your pennant at tournament is still enough to satisfy most, yes?"" Yes, I suppose it would be," the Earl said, voice edged with suspicion. Even in his youth, Sir Avery had not been the most martial of knights. His strengths lay elsewhere." Well then, I'll send Robin here to compete in my stead." There was a long moment as both Robin and Earl Richard stared. The Earl seemed to have forgotten her presence entirely, as it took him half the while before he even looked back at where she was standing, paralyzed." I do not appreciate fun being made at my expense..." he began before Sir Avery waved him off." I wouldn't dream of it. She's clever and loyal, and handier with a bow than I ever was. It'd do her good to get out for a spell anyhow," Sir Avery said, "Now if you'd just dub her, I can see her dispatched, and you can all spy on her to your heart's content."" Now, that is just—""But Sir, I can't—"Sir Avery waved them both down as they began to speak at once. "Don't bother protesting. My mind is set, so you'll only be wasting our time." He gave a serene smile. "Really, this is a very elegant solution to everyone's problem if I say so myself. Which I do." Earl Richard looked mutinous, but did not protest. Robin felt faint, but couldn't find it in herself to do so either. Sir Avery smiled at them. "Good. Now Richard, would you rather do it here, or shall I have the servants prepare something fancier down in the main hall?"

A Whole City Wrapt in the Wings of a Butterfly (Daughter of Artemis&frost rose)|rating:3.0

AHS_ Coven Reborn_ Welcome Dinner Event

Шёгcѳѫё ДїппёяFriday, October 2nd, 2020 | Midnight Primary Kitchen Expanded kitchen area. Multipule ovens, stove tops, restaurant sized fridge, bandstand up baking oven.(Dining Room Expanded dining room with two fourteen-seat tables.(нё HёадёяHeader Code Code: [Select][float left][IMG height=250 padding=5] October 2nd, 2020 | Midnight[b]Wearing:[/b][b]Tagging:[/b][b]Warning:[/b] (If any)[hr] (Henry Moore (#msg14562009)Location:Main Dining Roommate/Time:October 2nd, 2020 | Midnight Wearing:This. (he and Mallory had agreed, they both had avoided being in contact with the new students the first day. It was difficult, because there had been one that he had invited personally who he felt the need to speak with. It could wait though. Furthermore, it was more business than pleasure anyway. Furthermore, it wasn't a need for secrecy that they had kept away that first day and until now. Furthermore, it was more a matter of allowing everyone to get settled in. Furthermore, it could be intimidating to have the Supreme and Grand Chancellor walking around. They wanted everyone to explore a little for themselves for at least a day. Truth be told, he was glad that foolishness was over with. It was time to get down to business. John Henry still felt it was a bad idea to let Maverick Snow pick out the dinner table settings. The boy had always been flamboyant and expensive. It looked damn nice though. The floating candle and white calla lily centerpieces (lined down each of the long tables. The peacock patterned, gold dinner plates (he was sure cost and arm and a leg shined softly in the candlelight. There was no doubt that even the retro styled flatware (cost more than it looked like it did. Though he had half a mind to think that Maverick didn't pay full price for this stuff. At least the rose gold stemmed wine glasses (looked simple enough, "I'm never letting that one near the credit card again." Everyone seemed to like it though. As John looked out over the two tables from his place standing at the head of the Instructor table, he saw many familiar faces. Even anti-social Levi was sitting uncomfortably with smudges of pencil lead on his hands and looking like he was ready to run out of here the minute it was appropriate to do so. Angel, with his fashionable, but always rolled out of the bed look. He was pleased the young man had decided to join them to furthering his magic. Leonard who had managed to actually graduate Hawthorn at a Level 3 like himself and was now ready to take on the responsibility of helping the new generation. Eliseo with his difficult history that he hoped was ready to take on the task of being an example for these up-and-coming witches and warlocks. Of course the eccentric Maverick with his flashy dressing style and oddly enchanting personality. Finally, Kylian. Someone he had a personal history with that he hoped to resolve. The clock stuck midnight, and he stood, clearing his throat loudly, "Good evening everyone. For those who are not familiar with who I am, my name is John Henry Moore. Grand Chancellor of this coven. I'd like to start by saying that this is an important evening. For the first time in our recorded history, witches and warlocks are sitting down to dinner together with no malice intentions between them. In 1590, Agnes Sampson concocted a formula that would only affect warlocks. It would cause us to bleed from the inside out. This would not be the last attempt by either side to commit such crimes. My own brother warlock cost the lives of several young warlocks in an attempt to overthrow the coven's power. This is how heavy the tensions between our people have been. That someone would go so far as to attempt something so terrible. It is with a heavy heart that I would like to dedicate this dinner tonight to all those who have lost their lives due to the petty anger that kept our people apart."" From tonight on, we are one coven. There will be no more anger between us. Magic will not be hindered by our differences any longer. Together we will expand this coven and bring it to a place none of us could have ever dreamed existed before. Tonight we dine as brothers and sisters...and everything beyond and in-between. We will not allow ourselves to be torn apart again." He turned a little to motion towards the door, "This incredible union was not my doing, as much as I wish it was. A witch different from her predecessors in many ways. This is the hard work of our Supreme, Mallory Ward." (Ward Location:Main Dining Roommate/Time:Midnight October 2ndWearing:Pictured Tagging:Everyone Warning:none Mallory took a deep breath, closing her eyes to steady her nerves. This was a big day, a very big day. Witches and warlocks would finally be united, as one coven. Rather than call themselves a coven and try to murder each other around every corner. Mallory hated conflict, hated strife, hated killing. Michael had sprung from them, the end of the world had bring about because of the warring of witches and warlock. Cordelia had died because of the warring. Mallory would be damn sure it never happened again. Going back in time had left its own weight on Mallory's shoulders. No one else knew what had happened in the future. Well in that future, seeing as Mallory had erased it by murdering the antichrist in the middle of a street. But she hadn't told anyone, why would they believe her anyway? Coco didn't even know. But it didn't matter if they did or didn't know. What really mattered was that it never happened again. Which is why she was here, right now, standing outside the main hall waiting for her cue. They had agreed to stay away from all the students and staff until this night. Until as a team they presented their unity. It had been difficult for Mallory, she loved talking to her girls, and wanted nothing but to get to know the newcomers. Especially the new warlocks, she was eager to give them a warm and heartfelt welcome. But for the sake of the coven, she stayed away. But that was over now, and she could finally meet the new faces and introduce herself. The excitement made her stomach flip, but she was also nervous. Would this work? She sure hoped so.(Italics) "This is the hard work of our Supreme Mallory Ward." John's words prompted Mallory to step forward, opening the door, and emerging into the dining hall with a smile. As she walked to stand next to John, Mallory surveyed the room, familiar and unfamiliar faces watched her as she settled next to John, and gave them all a smile."Thank you, John." Mallory paused and smiled at her colleague before looking at the ornately decorated tables."It's a pleasure to have you all here under the same roof finally! For decades warlocks and witches have been trying to murder one another, under the guise of hatred. For years witches have reigned over this coven in absolute sovereignty, a concept that has led many to their deaths. Two years ago, I became the Supreme of this coven, and decided that this would be no more. No longer would we stand against one another." Mallory paused to let her words sink in." Now we stand on equal footing, learning the same things, from the same instructors, and having the same ability to ascend to power." Mallory paused again, took a breath, and then continued." Today we stand united, and tonight we feast in honor of our newfound unity." Mallory turned, smiling at Coco, who held out a cup of wine that resembled the ones placed on the tables, ready to be drunk. Maverick really had done a superb job." Please join me in toasting to our new lives, our new joined coven!" With that Mallory raised her glass to the students and instructors, a wide smile on her lips. (Snow (#msg14548017)Location:Main Dining Roommate/Time:October 2nd, 2020 | Midnight Wearing:Avatar: Jacket, turtleneck, and pants by Balenciaga. Ring by John Hardy. Shoes: Stretch-knit Boogie (by Balenciaga. Make up: Rouge d'Armani Lipstick (#start=1&cgid=F1_MAKE_UP_LIPS_LIPSTICK)Tagging:Mentioning: Angel, Kylian, and Misty | -Open-Warning:N/Maverick was pleased with himself as he looked around. It had all come together very nicely, though he wondered if he should dread the mail day when the credit card bill came in. Truth be told, it was really John Henry's fault for not giving him a budget. He could have done it within a budget if he had one, but he was just handed the card and told to make it look nice. Apparently the older warlock had some kind of memory lapse in who he had been speaking with. Maverick would not be held accountable for other people's bad memories or lapses in judgement. Plus, he personally felt that the appearance of it all really justified the cost. These dinner plates were divine. Looking around, he was happy to see so many warlocks. He had been worried when he was first contacted to come here that only one or two of the warlocks would be able to put aside the prejudice that had been crammed into their heads from the moment they stepped into Hawthorn and the almost seething hatred that had emanated towards them coming directly from this very building. This was a good turn out, and he hoped more would show up in the weeks and months to come. Perhaps some day, Hawthorn itself could be shut down completely. No one should have to live their lives hiding in the ground. They all deserved to have the same privileges. His eyes flicked over to the other table to see Angel. He was looking forward to getting to re-know the warlock he had met in his last few years at Hawthorn. Then over to Kylian, the warlock he had just met yesterday. Finally, his eyes scanned over all witches he was going to get the chance to know. His mother had kept him away from them for her own reasons. As Mallory and John Henry had said, they were together now and this was his coven too. They didn't have to be strangers anymore. Sight landing on the witch known as Misty Day, he felt his face warm a little and he eager reached for his wine glass as the dinner was started. Eventually, he would have to speak to her, but not tonight. ("Levi" Potts (#msg14548470)Location:Main Dining Roommate/Time:October 2nd, 2020 | Midnight Wearing:This. (up the napkin, fold it, lay it in his lap. Pick it back up, unfold it and refold it the other way, put it back on the table. Move the fork from one side to the other, move it back. Move the wine glass a few inches over and move it back. It wasn't OCD, well, maybe a little. Levi always fiddled with stuff when he felt out of place. Group dinner at Hawthorn were worse for him than classes. At least with classes the expectation was to be paying attention. There was little social about it. But there was plenty social about a dinner. It seemed like everyone was supposed to talk to someone. Talking was not Levi's strong suit. It didn't help that he knew the name of several people here, but he doubted they even knew who he was. How long did he have to sit here? Grand Chancellor Ariel had never cared if he just drank some water and left the table when they had group dinners at Hawthorn. Those dinners were just a formality. He was only invited because he was a student, his attendance was being seen and leave. When John Henry was promoted, he had dropped those pretenses. Allowing the boys to come if they wanted. They didn't have to pretend to be part of some sort of brotherhood. Tonight though, tonight felt mandatory. But for how long? Could he just listen to the speeches and sneak out the back? Or was he expected to endure the whole thing? It made his chest tighten with anxiety. John Henry and Mallory gave their speeches. It seemed like a good thing. Joining the two covens into one. Uniting them finally. He could appreciate what they were trying to do. Their kinds could only grow stronger from working together instead of apart. Yet he didn't feel like he was really an active part in it. No one would learn from him. He'd stick around and learn as best he could until it was time for him to get a job and get out of here. He could only hope that being associated with the coven would help him, even a little, to find the sort of job he wanted to do. Levi had his doubts though. Always with the doubts. Such a downer, his mother used to call him when he refused to go on hikes. Just take a few bites, drink a glass of water, and quietly excuse himself. That seemed like a good plan as he watched everyone start to get into the meal and start talking. (Draven (#msg14560069)Location:Main Dining Roommate/Time:October 2nd, 2020 | Midnight Wearing:Black button-up, dark blue jeans Tagging:Open Warning:N/Alec was finishing tying up his steel toe boots when he looked at his watch. Dinner would be starting soon, and he wanted to make sure he wasn't late. It wouldn't do to create a reputation for always being late. First impressions and all that. As he gave himself a once overlook in the mirror before him, he made sure his black button shirt was nicely smoothed out and that the jeans he had didn't have any holes anywhere. After all he lived the roaming drifter life before coming here for a job. Clothes got worn out. Shoes got worn out, and shopping wasn't really too high on his list of things to do. Usually only when necessary besides he took care of his clothes. All in all he wasn't dressed fancy and wouldn't be making any fashion statements, but he figured he would be fine and make up for it with pure unleaded Alec Draven charm. His eyes fell on his boots. Not proper attire by far but...never know when you need to smash something real good... Running a hand through his jet black hair he let out a huff of air pausing to grab a few rolled up joints and his lighter. Might need to step out and smoke a few if this party started getting up tight. Walking out he closed his door and began trying to remember his way around to the dining room. A place this big was still new to him, and he couldn't wait to find the secrets that lay within the house. Slowly he walked behind a few. Students?he guessed, before he saw the familiar route to the dining room he had taken before and made his way to where he was supposed to be. His eyes opened a bit wider than usual as he saw the lovely set up placed before them. Someone clearly had taste. Expensive too. It was nice. Very nice. Damn....dad would be turning over in his grave if he knew someone actually wanted me to eat off gold dinner plates...and guess what Mrs. Stamper.... I still remember all the proper etiquette lessons you gave me soon...hats off to you for being right about maybe needing it one day. I owe you twenty bucks. Alec passed a few people by and took a seat over at the instructors table choosing to sit towards the end of the table. He resisted the urge to fidget and just sat calmly observing everyone to distract him from his discomfort at such an extravagant looking event. He really felt out of place and wondered how his hunting buddy Our was going to make of all this. Furthermore, he finally stopped and listened once John Henry spoke and Mallory Ward afterward. Giving them his full attention he raised his glass alongside everyone else. This joining of the schools was a smart thing in Alec's personal opinion they gained nothing from fighting each other, and could only grow stronger together. There were plenty of enemies for all of them outside in the world there was no need to create more. This was one less enemy he would have to worry about and a million more brains he could learn from, plus without a doubt some of these lovely ladies were.well lovely and beauty had never been an enemy of his.unless he rightfully earned it. Things were changing and they were changing with it. Some of Alec's best and most powerful tutors had been witches. Sure they had been paid.or threatened.or given favor or whatever is patron Mr. X did to ensure year after year that he had some sort of tutor for a year.but they still taught him just the same. Looking at the students sitting before him, he knew each one of them held massive potential and view points that would both challenge and delight him. He shifted in his seat and noted that he was not the only one who felt uncomfortable in these types of situations. You and me both buddy...you and me both.... Alec drained his glass as he tried his best to appear relaxed. I should have taken a few hits... (St. Pierre Vanderbilt (#msg14563102)Location:Main Dining Roommate/Time:October 2nd, 2020 | Midnight Wearing:Black and White Asymmetrical Dress (| -Open-Warning:N/ATO say that Coco was proud of her best friend was an understatement. Even though the other witch was a number of years younger than herself, she always felt that Mallory was the adult in their relationship. It wasn't until she found herself a ward of the coven that she had to actually work in her life. There had been a point in her life where she had thought that any kind of real work would just be silly and even wrong for someone of her standing, but coming here had been such a life-changing experience. Having to learn spells and potions was not as easy as she had thought it would be. It was intense, and it wasn't just a matter of getting the words right or the ingredients right. It was much more than that and through Mallory's help, she had flourished in her time here. Coco knew she would never be a powerful witch. At first, that had made her feel out of place here, but Mallory never made fun of her powers the way some of the others did. Mallory always encouraged her and told her how amazing it was whenever she would manage to do something. It made Coco feel empowered for the first time in her life. Cordelia had helped too, but it was mostly Mallory. Cordelia had made this place feel like a home, but Mallory made it feel like her home and not like she was a guest in someone else's home. It was something she had never felt before in her life. She'd always felt like she was living in her parent's home, never that it was really her home. But Robichaux was her home and she had Mallory to thank for that. The day she had almost died had been the most terrifying in her life. Even when she'd been staring down a bottle of pills before her brother was born and ready to end it all, she hadn't felt that scared. But the thought of finally finding a home and losing it all had sent panic into her mind. But then Mallory was there to save her. Mallory had felt that she was worth saving and done it. From that moment on, Coco realized she would do anything for her younger friend. Anything for the coven that gave her real purpose in life. Sitting at the table next to her best friend and seeing so many witches and warlocks together felt like another new start in life. She raised her glass at the small speeches by John Henry and then Mallory. Everyone started eating, drinking, and talking. It reminded her of the country club dinners she used to go to when she was younger, but it felt different too. This felt meaningful, "I'm so proud of you," she said softly as Mallory started to sit down, "This is so wonderful." (Arden (#msg14550493)Location:Main Dining Roommate/Time:October 2nd, 2020 | Midnight Wearing:Designer black Mariela gown, Turquoise Tiffany Necklace Tagging:Open Warning:None Elizabeth was all too happy to have a nice excuse to break out a handful of her more expensive clothing. The gifts from CEO's and Bankers had racked up over the years, not to mention the various unnecessary expenses she burnt through her own money on. For tonight, she selected a designer black gown and a bright, heavy turquoise necklace. It was certain to draw at least a little attention, but she was more than happy to deflect it when she decided she was tired of it. Dressing herself fully in her room she wondered what the other's attire might be like. There were certainly a few with access to the kind of garments she owned. She kept forgetting to drag Maverick to her walk in closet. For advice on fashion, of course. When she arrived Elizabeth had seated herself swiftly at the instructors table. It was easy to notice that whoever had decorated had pulled out a great deal more money than seemed entirely necessary, though that made Elizabeth feel more at home. She had a polite smile on her lips as she looked at the assembled witches and warlocks and felt a genuine sense of belonging. A rare sensation for Elizabeth, the girl who had fled every real home she'd ever had. One that she fully intended to keep entirely to herself throughout the night. But she could show that she was happy with proceedings without bringing up the full reason why. She was dead silent throughout the speeches made by John and Mallory. She admired both a good deal, listening intently to each word and quietly echoing their sentiments. All things she fully supported. When they were at an end she joined the toast before re-settling into her seat. Despite her years learning to fit in well with a wide array of social situations Elizabeth was, to some's surprise, not particularly loud in them. She preferred to sit quietly and observe, joining in when she felt she had valuable input or something interesting to say. But she was perfectly comfortable remaining relatively quiet and allowing others to speak. So, once the speeches had been made, Elizabeth relaxed herself and glanced about, observing the surrounding room. She recognized a great many of the witches, of course. Mallory and Coco in particular she had known for about as long as she'd known anyone. Though in Elizabeth's life of fleeting experiences that didn't say as much as it did for most. Some of the warlocks gave her pause, struggling to place names to faces. Some would have to be known by endearing nicknames until she had got to know them better. Perhaps this evening would provide a nice opportunity to socialize with the new arrivals. That was, she was sure, half the point. Once the speeches were made it served as an effective icebreaker. Not that Elizabeth usually needed those to get to know strangers. For now, though, she was settled comfortably nearby to Mallory and Coco. With Mallory in charge Elizabeth had fallen into the role of the Academy's most hard line instructor, and rather than coming to conflict with Mallory the two had developed a good understanding of the value of one another's very different natures. Elizabeth was content to support Mallory fostering peace and positivity just as long as Mallory understood that lines had to be drawn, and that sometimes some people had to do something bad to make things right. And Elizabeth knew well that Mallory fully understood that concept, which was why she was so glad to follow her. She wasn't typically a woman who liked to follow anyone, and it was a mark of respect that Elizabeth was at all positive to the woman who came the closest anyone had to being Elizabeth's boss. Not that either of them truly saw it that way, typically interacting more as equals unless situations became especially dire. (LocastaLocation:Home / Main Dining Hall Date/Time:October 2nd, 2020 | Midnight Wearing:Same as image Tagging:~Open~Warning:(If any)Phoebe sighed as she looked in the mirror. This was either going to be a godsend, or an apocalyptic disaster. While she loved the idea of a unified front, the stories she had heard from her parents and tutors made her wonder about a sheep in wolf's clothing. She would hear a knock on the door to her room. A young lady entered her room wearing what looked like a maids uniform. “Mistress it is time to leave for the dinner.” The young woman smiled and curtsied. Phoebe rose from her vanity and looked at the bags packed beside her bed. Today she would be leaving her family manor and starting her new life at Robichaux. “Thank you Lindy. You have been faithful even when I was a pain in the ass.” She hugged the young woman and walked out of the room.“Please get Alistair to take the bags to the car.” Phoebe sat in the car as her bags were loaded. She stared at the manor as it could be years before she was allowed to return home. The wistful look in her eyes almost betrayed how much she would miss the place. As the bags were loaded she turned to the driver who had been given the location of Robichaux Academy. She watched as the other cars and buildings flew by. She knew her driver wouldn’t stop, even if she begged. Furthermore, she had shown slight displeasure about being sent so far from home, because of this her parents made sure she did not have an option. They wholeheartedly supported the movement to combine the covens, and to prove this they were sending their only heir to make sure their name was part of the history of the newly combined covens. According to her parents, Supreme Ward would be expecting her. She highly doubted her parents had even spoken to the Supreme, but they wanted to impress upon her the importance of her going. Phoebe fell asleep about an hour into the drive. It was around nine hours of drive time from her home in Augusta, Ga to The Academy. She had purposefully kept herself awake so that she would miss the drive. She had no desire to be awake the entire drive. Her driver woke her up about fifteen minutes out from the school. She awoke and nodded to the driver. She began to fix her make-up and straighten her clothes. After she was sure she looked OK, she moved to replace her hair in a neat and orderly manner. They pulled up to the School. She entered the Academy for the first time and was a bit taken aback by the sheer size of the inside. She was going to need directions to the Dining Hall. Furthermore, she would eventually enter the hall at the start of the speeches. Furthermore, she took a seat at the end of the student table to await food being brought out. (Ashton Location:Main Dining Date/Time:October 2nd, 2020 | Midnight Wearing:Pictured Tagging:Everyone, Vanessa, Phoebe Warning:Laura took a deep breath, her inner insecurities surfacing for just a second before she pressed them down again, never to be spoken of or acknowledged. Instead, she walked forward, leading Vanessa into the main dining room. They had been told that the start of year dinner would be held here, and the group of both new and old students and teachers would be addressed by both Mallory and Grand Chancellor John Henry. Laura didn't know much about John Henry, but she knew how eager Mallory was to make this work. Laura was determined to help in any way possible. Both women, now walking into the dining room, had gotten ready in Laura's room upstairs, so neither would be late to this dinner, and Laura was glad they had. Almost everyone was here already. The blonde's eyes swept over the decorations, someone had taken their time to really dress this up. It was beautiful! Maybe Coco did this? Or Maverick? She had heard about Maverick's impeccable tastes in design and fashion, and Coco was not short on those things either. Perhaps they had worked together? Laura led the way to the student table, and took a seat were there were two empty chairs right next to each other. Right next to a darker haired girl she had yet to learn the name of. Laura simply nodded and smiled before turning to listen to first John Henry and then Mallory's speeches. Both spoke of unity, and Laura smiled. Mallory was so impassioned about making this work, and it made Laura feel more confident about the warlocks joining them. The blonde rose her glass in solidarity with Mallory's words, smiling the whole time. Mallory finished her speech and Laura let her eyes roam across the room now, taking in all the new and old faces. There was Elizabeth, whom she waved and gave a warm smile to. Madison, who she also waved too, with just the slightest less enthusiasm, and there was Alden, Mallory's boyfriend, who she just gave a small timid wave too. Oh, and there was Cassandra, chatting away with a couple of unfamiliar faces. One of which Laura could assume was Maverick based on his fashion sense. Then she froze as her eyes landed on a rather familiar face. The darker hair and slightly stubbly chin reminded her instantly of her father, but the blue eyes reminded her of their mother's. Nathan, her brother was an instructor at the same academy she was attending? How was that possible? Did he remember that night? Of course, he did! She had outed him in front of their parents. How would he ever forgive her? Laura stopped looking, and downed her wine in one gulp. This was going to be a very interesting year. (Ward Location:Main Dining Roommate/Time:Midnight October 2ndWearing:Pictured Tagging:Everyone Warning:none Mallory took a sip of wine with everyone else, and then proceeded to take her seat in between Alden and Coco with a smile." I'm so proud of you." Mallory smiled at Coco's praise, grateful for her best friend and all the support she had given not only Mallory, but the entire Coven. It hadn't been long after Cordelia died that Mallory had asked Coco to be on the council, for good reason too. Coco was hands down the most supportive of everything this coven had gone through since Cordelia's death. Without hesitation Coco had been there to remind Mallory that yes, she could unite the covens. Step by step they had, and now they were here. Looking at warlocks and witches under the same roof, without any animosity at all." Thank you. If it wasn't for all your help, we wouldn't have gotten this far." Mallory told Coco this on a daily basis, but she never did think Coco quite believed her. Mallory's eyes swept over the room then, taking in every face one by one, committing them to memory. There were familiar faces, like Elizabeth, Madison, Alden, Laura, John, Maverick, Zoe, Queenie, and Kyle. But there were also unfamiliar faces. She knew everyone's names of course, but not their faces. Mallory would learn them all if she could, she wanted to.Finally, she looked at their table, realizing the ornate and elaborate decorations. John had clearly given Maverick cart Blanche with the credit card. He was going to regret that later. (LaVeyLocation:Dinner event! Date/Time:October 2nd, 2020 | Midnight Wearing:As pictured (full version) (present (Feel free to jump in on the prompt at the end of the post)Warning:None Dinner. How quaint. Still, Brendan had to (privately) admit to himself that the school was a bit more than he had originally thought when he arrived and saw the outside. It had been expanded, and the inside was kept well, even if the decorations seemed to vary greatly room to room. In one room it seemed to be full of amazing Southern elegance (and money), while the next might be full of garish displays as if created by someone with a lot of money and not much taste. Either way, it was better than a rathole. Interestingly enough he hadn't met many residents of the school yet, either. Most of the instructors seemed busy getting the school ready or were in the process of arriving still, and it seemed like a chunk of the students were as well. It was those students that Brendan was quite curious of, wondering particularly about the Warlocks. The things his great-great-grandfather had said... well... it might be very interesting seeing how they all interact. He arrived just moments before midnight, sliding smoothly into an open spot at the table and giving those present a nod of greeting as he took in the sights. Variety was abundant, with some dressed to the nines and quite fashionable, some perhaps a bit too casually, and some dressed... well... yeah. Brendan took a sip of water to keep a smirk from appearing on his face as several amusing thoughts came to him unbidden. Witches and warlocks certainly did seem to be rather eccentric at times. A rather well-dressed gentleman spoke up as soon as midnight hit and Brendan focused his full attention on the man for both his words and looks. The speech, however, was rather heavy in subject and not what Brendan would have expected on their first night together, and he'd assumed it was going to be a celebration rather than a somber history lesson. He supposed it was intended to bring them all together, and perhaps it would, at least as long as the right leadership was in place. Mallory spoke up and Brendan found it refreshingly honest. She could be hiding her true nature, he supposed, but he often thought himself a good judge of character, and she seemed to actually have their true intentions at heart, which is part of what had originally convinced him to come here after all. He hoped he wasn't wrong, that would spell disaster for everyone if the two sides were to go to war again. As she called for a toast, Brendan glanced down at the table, setting and wine glass, and couldn't hide the smirk that appeared this time - the choices were interesting to say the least. Brendan's stay here was definitely going to be entertaining if nothing else. Raising he glass, he toasted with the others, sizing up the room curiously as everyone settled back into their seats and the room went mostly quiet. Clearing his throat, Brendan spoke up enough to be audible to those near him as he glanced around. "Well, we seem to be a quiet bunch so far," he said, flashing his bright white smile across those close as he introduced himself, "I'm Brendan - and I know pretty much zero people here. Well, two I guess, but either way." (McRae (#msg14552815)Location:Main Dining Roommate/Time:Saturday, October the 3rd, 2020, The Witching Hour Wearing:This (Henry, Mallory, Madison, Nathan & Maverick Warning:None Magics Used:None History. That's what was being made here this evening. Or so Kylian kept telling himself. He couldn't recall another time when witches and warlocks had sat in such an agreeable manner, mixing and mingling like they were lifelong friends instead of bitter enemies. Okay. Perhaps bitter enemies was an overly simplified and equally dramatic statement to make, but they certainly hadn't been friends. Rivals? Perhaps. Competitors? Most assuredly. But now? United? Were theyactuallygoing to be able to work as one cohesive team? Well if anyone could pull off such a thing, it would certainly be John Henry and, even more so, Mallory. While the dashing Grand Chancellor could be charismatic and convincing, persuading others to do things they normally would not want to, it was the Supreme who held the most promise. From what little Kylian had observed so far, he could already tell that she was the real deal. She radiated warmth and compassion, and her sister witches unanimously loved and respected her. Even Madison Montgomery had nothing but favorable things to say about her, which was high-praise indeed coming from someone who rarely took a moment to speak so positively of someone outside herself. Or so the young warlock had overheard. And speaking of the typically self-centered witch, he would have to thank her later for being audacious enough to sit wherever and with whomever she desired, for upon taking his place at the student table, he had no other choice but to take her seat in return, which placed him not only closer to John Henry and, well, his new swoon-worthy instructor, Nathan, but his newfound friend, Maverick. Were they already friends, having just met yesterday? Well, it seemed like that was the direction things were heading in and Kylian couldn't be more excited by the prospect. He needed more magic-friendly companions in his life and who better to have than the offspring of a legend. Not that that was the only reason he preferred the young warlock's company, but it certainly didn't hurt. No, he liked Maverick because he wasn't afraid to be himself, something Kylian struggled with to this day." Everything looks perfect," he reassured him now, regardless of the fact that he more than likely didn't need an ounce of validation. "No detail overlooked," he said more to himself, knowing full well what it took to bring it all together, since he had played a role in it himself, having come early to lend a hand. "John Henry looks pleased," he then added, as he glanced towards the head of the table. "I'm sure he'll come to realize you made more of an investment, than a sizable hole in his savings," he concluded, with a wry smile, before reaching for one of the rose gold glasses that probably cost an arm and not just one leg, but two. (Montgomery (#msg14556876)Location:Main Dining Roommate/Time:Saturday, October the 3rd, 2020, The Witching Hour Wearing:This (John Henry, Mallory & Laura Warning:None Magics Used:Telekinesis It was evenings such as this that made Madison grateful - yes, grateful- to be alive once more. Here she was, decked out in her Marches dress that she'd been dying, her, eagerto wear, feasting on a gourmet meal served upon the finest of China, flanked by two of the most beautiful men - okay, boys - in the room. To her left was Brendan, someone she immediately hit it off with the moment he stepped his designer-encased foot inside The Academy. He was confident and cocky, and ever-so-easy on the eyes. In many ways, he reminded her of, well, herself, which, quite naturally, pleased her greatly. And after a serious round or three of flirting, she came to the conclusion that he enjoyed the company of muscled hunks almost as much as she, which was perfectly alright with her. Her boat floated both ways as well, and she was willing to share. As for the boy toy warlock on her right, DeMarco (well, he was also a new addition to her stable of accessory studs, one that she had taken an interest in initially because he appeared overly eager to please his instructors, but mostly because he was just naïve enough to manipulate, her, mold. Yeah, mold. It would be good for her to have a pet, I mean, pet project. Wouldn't it? That way she could show both John Henry and Mallory that she was taking her role very seriously. Anyway. Life was pretty good right now, except for the fact that she appeared to have chosen poorly when it came to electing to sit at the student table instead of the one designated for instructors. Except Brendan, who had just made an attempt to break the ice, the vast majority of students appeared to be counting down the minutes until this thing was over. Even Laura appeared distracted, but she clearly had the right idea to make things a bit less stressful." Come on, kids," she chimed in, once the warlock finished speaking. "What do you say we loosen up a little and have ourselves a good time? Perhaps something with a kick will do the trick?" she was quick to offer as she floated a bottle from the sideboard to the center of the table. "Nobody's checking IDs tonight," she playfully whispered, before motioning to DeMarco to serve a round. (St. Pierre Vanderbilt (#msg14563102)Location:Main Dining Roommate/Time:October 2nd, 2020 | Midnight Wearing:Black and White Asymmetrical Dress (Elizabeth Arden | -Open-Warning:N/AIT sometimes surprised herself at what she was willing to do for the Coven. Other than her brother, she had never felt herself willing to give things up for other people. But looking around at the witches and warlocks, even the ones she didn't know, she felt willing to do anything she could to help them. It was a level of selflessness she had rarely felt before in her life, and it felt good. Coco didn't feel like someone who merely existed in the world anymore. She felt like a part of the world and had the advantage to help change it. It was more than just writing a check from her father's bank account to some man in a suit who was collecting money on behalf of some company that said they were donating it to some charity while she sipped wine at a gala. Coco realized people with the power to change had an obligation to help make those changes with their own hands. She could do that here, and she could show others how to as well. So when Mallory praised her for her assistance, it felt like she really was on the path to making those changes in the world. It all started with getting the tense between their own people settled first. It wasn't until tonight that Coco had started to believe the praises her friend had been giving her all this time. She still felt like a weak link, but even being considered the weakest among them, she felt a small pang of confidence. As much as she would have liked to talk with her best friend all night, Coco was a social butterfly at heart and there were far too many new faces around for her to focus on just Mallory. They would have chances to talk later. Right now, there were many new witches and warlocks around. Some she had got to know since they turned up here in the past few weeks, but a few she only knew the name of and several she didn't even know that. Right now, the nearest was Elizabeth, who Coco only knew by name. The other blond woman looked exactly like the sort of person she once surrounded herself with back home. Normally, that would have shied Coco away for fear of falling back into bad habits. However, she was striving to not see people based on just their appearances. Much like herself, Elizabeth was a witch and that meant that no matter where they came from, they were here together now, "Hello, Elizabeth, right? I'm Coco. We haven't really had a chance to sit down together yet," she smiled and offered her hand, "That necklace is a Tiffany's, isn't it? I would know that shade of blue anywhere. It's gorgeous, and you pull it off so well." (Snow (#msg14548017)Location:Main Dining Roommate/Time:October 2nd, 2020 | Midnight Wearing:Avatar: Jacket, turtleneck, and pants by Balenciaga. Ring by John Hardy. Shoes: Stretch-knit Boogie (by Balenciaga. Make up: Rouge d'Armani Lipstick (#start=1&cgid=F1_MAKE_UP_LIPS_LIPSTICK)Tagging:Kylian | -Open-Warning:N/Maverick was enjoying the budding friendship he had started with Kylian. The two of them had some differences, but they weren't anything that kept them from being able to converse with each other. They had an interesting talk about his mother over lunch the day before and Kylian had even helped him with unpacking the items the day before after lunch. They had parted later that day only to meet up a few hours ago in which Kylian helped him set the tables. Furthermore, they might have been teacher and student, but Maverick was really only a few years older than the other warlock. After their conversations, he got the feeling that Kylian was still in a phase of learning to be comfortable with himself. Not everyone had the luxury of being able to express themselves and behave in whatever way felt natural to them the way he had been raised to be. It felt mature and responsible for him to be a good example in some way. It was sad they had missed each other in Hawthorn. Kylian entering the warlock school as Maverick had been unceremoniously kicked out. He imagined he would have got the other warlock into quite a bit of trouble if they had been there at the same time, so it was likely for the best they were meeting at this point rather than in their teenage years. The comment of John Henry made him perk an eyebrow a little, "To distract from his usual look of discontent and unease," not that he had anything against their Grand Chancellor. He actually got along well with John Henry. They weren't friends in any way, but John Henry had at least defended him in the hearing before his expulsion. Saying that Ariel was being too sensitive about the situation and allowing Maverick to get under his skin for all the wrong reasons, "I wonder if we can get him to stay that way. It's a much more appealing look for him," he smiled. Kylian had mentioned John Henry a few times since they met. He wondered if his new friend had some kind of attraction to their Grand Chancellor. Not that he saw anything wrong with that. If anything, he would have encouraged it." Perhaps we should nudge a few people out of the way and go up there to sit with him. What do you say?" (LocastaLocation:Dining Hall Date/Time:October 2nd, 2020Wearing:Same as image Tagging:~Students Table~Warning:Phoebe looked at the gentlemen who sat down next her then the 'instructor' which sat among them. Phoebe listened to the conversation and rose a glass when the young instructor said about checking ID's. “I guess since we are introducing ourselves, My name is Phoebe. I'm from Georgia.” She watched as the others said their piece. She had no idea what to say. Furthermore, she was literally a newborn in this world. Furthermore, she had just discovered her powers a little over three months ago. Furthermore, she came from money, and it seemed for that she had something in common with the others. Furthermore, she wandered if all witch families were loaded. She sighed again. This was turning out to be like any other prep school. The largest difference was that this was a prep school with what seemed to be an amazing purpose. How much of it was fact, and how much was fiction. It would all remain to be seen. Her parents sent her here to seem to support this cause. So if their support was nothing but show, how much of this would be a farce as well. (Drake Location:Dining Hall Date/Time:October 2nd, 2020 | Midnight Wearing:Same as Image Tagging:Laura, Madison Warning:None Vanessa was actually more impressed with the dinner than she thought she would be. The place looked amazing, and she found herself looking forward to whatever was being served. Though some things confused her. Why was there so much talk of unity? She didn't quite understand why witches and warlocks would not have been a united front all along. Turning to look at Laura she opened her mouth to speak, but noticed her eyes seemed hyper focused on something across the room. When she downed her glass of wine? Yeah, Vanessa had to see what had her girlfriend so spooked. Her eyes fell on the teachers table, and she scanned along the length of it, stopping on a familiar face. She had never met Nathan, but there were pictures of him from a few years back on Laura's dresser. Happier times, for the both of them. Vanessa put her hand on Laura's back, and reached forward for her own glass of wine as Madison offered the table something a bit stronger." We'll take some of that." she said motioning to Laura's glass before downing her own wine and raising her glass. She looked to Phoebe then, giving the woman a smile, "Vanessa, and this is Laura..." she glanced at her. "Hey, are you ok, do we need to go?" she asked leaning in to whisper the question into Laura's ear. How weird was it that they would both end up here, her a student and him an instructor. What did he teach? She waited for their glasses to be filled, and to hear whether they were ducking out. She'd grab a bottle on the way out if that was the case. (Ambrose Le Blanc (#msg14549950)Location:Main Dining Roommate/Time:October 2nd, 2020 | Midnight Wearing:This! (-Open-Warning:N/Layla for the life of her couldn't figure out why such a big event needed to celebrate the fact that people were no longer being stupid? She had done her own bit of research on the differences between witches and warlocks. And why they had parted ways, to begin with. There was no definitive reason for the feud. Well, beyond the fact that warlocks are considered to be inferior to witches. But why the two classes had parted ways was filled with a lot of speculation. Perhaps it was because the men didn't step up during the Salem witch trials. Or the fact that woman seemed to have more power at times. Or perhaps like most religions, it was different viewpoints refusing to compromise or understand. The simple struggle over which group held more power? Hell, perhaps it boils down to a lover spat. In the end, no matter the reason, the division only made them all weaker for it. But what did she know, Layla had only been researching since her arrival at the school. Not that it really mattered in the end. It was still a party and Layla was all for that, even if this one seemed like it was going to be a bit stuffy for her tastes. Layla took her time to get to the dining room, slipping in at the tail end of the speeches. It was obvious no expense had been spared for the event. Layla found herself almost tempted to steal the cutlery. But before that FOOD. Looking about for a moment, she noticed Levi sitting all awkward by himself. He looked as if he was simply counting the minutes till he could escape the gathering. Layla had quickly decided to make it her mission to drag Levi out of his shell, or at least try to. So she moved over to his spot at the table. The chair next to him suddenly moved by itself just before she slid into the seat. "Already plotting your escape?" she asked with a smirk and relaxed into her seat and happily reached for the wine glass. ("Levi" Potts (#msg14548470)Location: Main Dining Roommate/Time: October 2nd, 2020 | Midnight Wearing: This. (Layla, James -Open-Warning: N/A(James "Blood" Row (#msg14576466)Location: Main Dining Roommate/Time: October 2nd, 2020 | Midnight Wearing: This (Layla, Levi | -OPEN-Warning: N/Some people started introducing themselves between lulls in the conversation, others just continued on their conversations, a few started eating and drinking, and some moved around the room to meet with old friends and meet new people. Levi kept to his spot and tried to rub the pencil lead off his hands with the cloth napkin. It never quite came off anymore, no matter how much he scrubbed it. Even knowing that, it gave him something to occupy himself with. Ten more minutes, he told himself. That would be a good time to slip out and head back up to his room. He just had to keep from getting caught up in any kind of conversation, which was usually fairly easy to do for him. Most of the warlocks from Hawthorn were aware he wasn't someone to talk to and the witches seemed to have far better options of people to occupy themselves with. That didn't appear to be an option tonight. He jumped a little as the chair slid out and Layla settled herself into it with a smirk on her lips. He'd only met the witch the day before, but she had been nice to him. At first, he had thought it was a weed, but either she was stoned now or she had been sincere in her patience with him yesterday, "...slip out the side doors to the patio...go around back...get in the backdoor and up to my bedroom..." he admitted his escape plan. It was why he had chosen this seat. It was next to the patio doors. Levi jumped again as someone pulled up a chair behind the two of them and scooted up close to them, "Won't work. They locked the fucking door. Anyone wanting out of here is going to have to be seen walking out, unless you want to break a window," the white blond man smiled before reaching between them and grabbing Levi's untouched wine glass, "I ain't eating off this fancy shit every night. I'll go buy some paper plates at the dollar store." The greasepaint wearing male didn't introduce himself as he took a drink from Levi's glass. All Levi seemed capable of doing was staring down at his plate and not at the man wearing more black eye make-up than Layla, "... I wasn't going to drink it..." he said softly, "...but that's mine..." he didn't like wine. It tasted too bitter most of the time. Still, it was his glass and he reached out to grab it back. The white blond warlock didn't make a fuss about giving it back. He just smiled, "You two look like fun or at least better dressed than the rest here," James wasn't much for fancy dressing, "We're planning an escape?" (Arden (#msg14550493)Location:Main Dining Roommate/Time:October 2nd, 2020 | Midnight Wearing:Designer black Mariela gown, Turquoise Tiffany Necklace Tagging:Mallory, Coco, Open Warning:None Elizabeth was glad to see Mallory happy. She gave the Supreme a warm smile as she seated herself, happy to show her approval of how the speech had gone and how Mallory carried herself afterward. The way she and Coco interacted was undeniably very sweet, and Elizabeth quietly enjoyed that. Despite her colder tendencies she was far from incapable of enjoying a little warmth and kindness. When Coco caught her eye Elizabeth smiled, unintentionally perhaps a little falsely as her old socialite habits couldn't help but kick in. It wasn't that she didn't mean the smile, but that it was the same one she had always put on at events like this. At least this time it reached her eyes, and she did genuinely appear happy. She couldn't say she knew the other woman well at all, but she'd got on with everyone she'd met here so far at least." Hello Coco. Yes, Elizabeth." She smiled a little more naturally now that conversation had started. She nodded at the statement. There were a few others she'd yet to sit down with and talk more thoroughly to. She'd been meaning to find the opportunity to do so with Coco. Not knowing much about the woman but perceiving a fellow socialite, or former socialite, she tried her best not to make too many assumptions. Elizabeth mirrored Coco's motion, gently taking the offered hand and again nodding to confirm where she got the necklace. "It is. Thank you very much." She smiled, remaining quiet about exactly where she'd acquired it. Or how much dirt she'd accumulated on the one who bought it for her. "I love your dress. Where did you get it?" She asked, both repaying the compliment and genuinely admiring the garment. It was pretty, and something Elizabeth could see herself wearing. She was fairly sure that Coco either had or used to have a good deal of money, as it looked expensive at a glance. (Ambrose Le Blanc (#msg14549950)Location:Main Dining Roommate/Time:October 2nd, 2020 | Midnight Wearing:This! (James, Warning:N/Layla couldn't help but smirk as Levi jumped a little as the chair moved. Though she knew it was coming so it made it almost too easy. Still, he seemed a bit more entertaining than the others that were all did up and perched around the table. She was half tempted to kick her feet up on the table just to see who would pop a blood vessel first. Her money was on Elizabeth, or the man in a pink turtleneck and high heel boots. The red lipstick he had on was nice, though something told Layla the only way she'd be getting herself some was if she swiped it off his nightstand. Flopping into the chair Layla kicked her feet out in front of her. She crossed one over the other and balanced the wine glass in her fingertips. Looking over to Levi as he finally started speaking. She had hit the nail on the head when it came to guessing what he had been thinking. Hell, she was surprised that he had even bothered to show up. The promise of food and booze was the only thing that lured her into the event. Though wine was normally her drink of choice. But she had no doubt that it would probably be just as expensive as the flatware was. She was about to speak when someone else came sliding up behind them. Layla didn't jump, in fact; she just glanced over to James and laughed, "You act like a lock can stop me." she smirked, knowing her gift could get her into just about anywhere. "Ha, after tonight they probably won't be either. I'm half tempted to pawn this shift and live off of it for a couple of weeks. Mama needs a new pair of boots." she looked the guy nestled between them as best she could. He'd put more detail into his make-up then she'd ever do. At least when it came to something like tonight." I'm game as long as we grab a bottle or three as we make our escape," she smirked lightly as they spoke between themselves." And I know Levi be more than happy to slip out of here unnoticed." Layla looked at the glass between her fingertips and pulled it up, so she could down the whole glass before putting it down once more. "What do you say?" she asked both of them but looked at Levi in particular, "No worries I'll flash them if I have to so they aren't all staring at you." her tone was smooth, and it would be hard to know if she was teasing or not (Cornell (#msg14576617)Location:at the table Date/Time:October 2nd, 2020 | Midnight Wearing:this (/ back (/ shoes (any)Robin was totally and completely late, but it was her own fault for losing track of time. She had been out exploring the French Quarter to try and get reacquainted with it. It had been over a decade since she had seen it. And though the buildings and been rebuilt after the flood that nearly washed it all away. It still had that same feeling it had oh so many years ago. Granted none of the old shops were still there, there was no voodoo queen waiting to banish the spirits that plagued you. But there were still the traveling jazz band and the countless fortune-tellers around the square. Though it was just crystal balls, palms and cards anymore. There was even a woman that read peoples feet of all things. Tourists would fall for anything though, thankfully despite her younger appearance Robin knew better. She loved the little artist shops, even bought two pieces to decorate her room. But she found herself surprised by the live sex show and Adam and Eve store. Not that she didn't take a peek at the store. Sloppy sex on stage wasn't her thing, not that public sex worried her. But she saw the sleeve men entering the place and just didn't want to get near them. She'd have to shower for a week to feel clean. The Adam and Eve store, however, had a delightful gentleman that made her laugh a dozen times over. If he had worked on commission, she would have had left him a happy man that night. Still, it was a delightful end to her little walk and shopping spree. But none of that matter now, because she was late...so very late, and it was, in fact, a very important date! Thankfully it didn't take much to get ready; she was never a woman to put on too much make-up. And her dress and shoes just slipped on. And Robin just pulled her hair up before rushing downstairs. Robin came to a quick stop as she walked into the dining room, "Ignore me," she laughed softly, gave a little wave and took the first empty seat she could. Robin knew she had missed the main events, but hopefully, they wouldn't hold it against her. ("Levi" Potts (#msg14548470)Location: Main Dining Roommate/Time: October 2nd, 2020 | Midnight Wearing: This. (Layla, James -Open-Warning: N/A(James "Blood" Row (#msg14576466)Location: Main Dining Roommate/Time: October 2nd, 2020 | Midnight Wearing: This (Layla, Levi | -OPEN-Warning: N/Levi sat quietly as Layla said she was tempted to steal the plates and pawn them. James seemed to find it funny as he chuckled. It wasn't that Levi was wholly against theft or pawning. He really didn't have an opinion on it. He really doubted the school was hurting for money these days. They had a number of rather high profile people who attended and taught here. The witches always had more funding than the warlocks did, but now they all shared in the benefits of the public knowledge of witches and warlocks. So he was sure they wouldn't be hurting to lose a plate or a few pieces of cutlery. He just wasn't used to someone being so open about wanting to steal something. James, however, seemed perfectly comfortable with it, "They expect us all to look fabulous around here, so can't really blame us for doing what we need to look the part," he smiled wide, "If you really need cash though, I could always use someone to help me with my act," it was a conversation starter he'd used many times. It always leads into the what act?question. Which allowed him to explain more about himself and learn more about them. He looked both Layla and Levi over. The dark haired warlock seemed completely uncomfortable, but he had looked like that before James showed up and Layla was ready to hightail it out of here, but she was comfortable at least. A break-out would be good for all three of them. James liked an audience, but this wasn't the type of party he was used to. His smile widened as Layla offered to flash people, so Levi could get an easy out, "If we're flashing people, I'm in. They'd probably prefer you though," he said playfully, but not to Layla. He nudged Levi in the ribs a little with his elbow. The other warlock's face turned bright red, "... I can...uh... I can make a distraction...if we need it..." Layla had only seen him make a stationary illusion for him to sketch from, but Levi could make them move too, "...if you really want to leave..." (Ambrose Le Blanc (#msg14549950)Location:Main Dining Roommate/Time:October 2nd, 2020 | Midnight Wearing:This! (James, Warning:N/Looking other people around the table and Layla knew she still didn't really fit within their little group. Not that she honestly cared to do so, that fact became clear as she mentioned stealing the dishes. It seemed like a big hassle though, if there was something worth stealing it was probably up in the rooms. Granted doing that meant possibly incurring the wrath of the other witches and warlocks around her. Her thoughts were pulled away from the idea of a little B and E as James chuckled." Exactly, see I'd just be doing what it takes to keep up with the Jones," she smirked and leaned her head back looking over to James as he mentioned making some extra cash. "If your show involves a camera, bad music and blowing the pizza guy I'll pass. The pizza around here sucks," she teased with all her skills as a smart ass leading the way through the conversation. "Beyond that, I might be game, depends on what it is," Layla spoke finding the conversation between the three of them more interesting than the rest of the room." Honestly, I think there are more people that would rather see what you're working with than me in this room." she looked between Levi and James and just smiled slyly. Layla knew flashing people wouldn't give them a smooth exit in the least. But it would make it an epic one. She laughed at the idea of it and pulled herself up in her seat. Levi finally chimed into the conversation with a decent idea. "That he can, he's got some skills with the illusions." she nodded and licked her lips and looked for the exits, "I'm ready when you both are." Layla shrugged ready to hop ship, not that she was afraid to do it alone. Hell as soon as she had eaten Layla planned on escaping, this just gave her a reason to do so a bit early. Vanessa's Reply Quote from: Lady Lunatics on 18-12-2018, 07:04:51(Drake Location:Dining Hall Date/Time: October 2nd, 2020 | Midnight Wearing:Same as Image Tagging:Laura, Madison Warning: None Vanessa was actually more impressed with the dinner than she thought she would be. The place looked amazing, and she found herself looking forward to whatever was being served. Though some things confused her. Why was there so much talk of unity? She didn't quite understand why witches and warlocks would not have been a united front all along. Turning to look at Laura she opened her mouth to speak, but noticed her eyes seemed hyper focused on something across the room. When she downed her glass of wine? Yeah, Vanessa had to see what had her girlfriend so spooked. Her eyes fell on the teachers table, and she scanned along the length of it, stopping on a familiar face. She had never met Nathan, but there were pictures of him from a few years back on Laura's dresser. Happier times, for the both of them. Vanessa put her hand on Laura's back, and reached forward for her own glass of wine as Madison offered the table something a bit stronger. "We'll take some of that." she said motioning to Laura's glass before downing her own wine and raising her glass. She looked to Phoebe then, giving the woman a smile, "Vanessa, and this is Laura..." she glanced at her. "Hey, are you ok, do we need to go?" she asked leaning in to whisper the question into Laura's ear. How weird was it that they would both end up here, her a student and him an instructor. What did he teach? She waited for their glasses to be filled, and to hear whether they were ducking out. She'd grab a bottle on the way out if that was the case.(Ashton Location:Dining Hall Date/Time:October 2nd, 2020 | Midnight Wearing:Same as Image Tagging:Vanessa, Madison, PheobeWarning:Light Swearing Laura was at a loss for words. Furthermore, she had no idea what to do in this situation. Good gods how much did Nathan hate her? Did he even now she was there? How could he not? Every teacher got a roster right? Is that how that worked? The blonde did not have control over her own emotions, they were running a muck in her chest like tiny rodents scurrying around. Sadness was washing over her because of how long it had been since she had even seen her brother. Anxiety was racing around because what if he hated her for outing him in front of their parents? Anger welled up at herself for not having better control over these things. All in all, she was a mess and definitely needed more alcohol. All of this was running through her head, but she was truly just staring down at her plate, fighting tears. That was until Vanessa pulled her from her musings by whispering into her ear. Laura looked at Vanessa like a deer caught in headlights, but relaxed when she realized she was asking the blonde if she needed an escape. She considered it, truly. But this dinner meant so much to so many people, that she felt rude just ditching. No they had better stay." Shit, no... I wasn't expecting..." Laura trailed off, Vanessa knew. Otherwise, she wouldn't have asked. Laura didn't need to finish that sentence at all. "We should stay, I just need more alcohol." Laura tried to smile, but it came out wrong.Finally, Laura looked around the table they were sitting at and gave their fellow students a small, half-baked smile.

AHS_ Coven Reborn_ Welcome Dinner Event

Firefly_ The Uncivil Wars [Approved Characters]

Please post character sheets here for approved characters only. (name (real name):Ha ZhangPseudonym(s) (if any):Radio VixenRole(s) on board:Ship communications Faction:The Confederacy Criminal record (all characters will have one):Rebel of the state, treason, terrorist, murder Bounty (Allied Empire):5,000 credits Planet of origin:SihnonLanguage(s) (must include English):Chinese, English Age:24Height:5'1"Eyes:Blue Hair:Black Weight:109 lbs Ship and Combat Skills (Please limit these to one major and two minor skills):Major; Communication Engineer Minor: Electrical (wiring), Martial arts (Kung fu)Personal skills:Legerdemain (Pick pockets)Background:Ha Zhang who sympathized with the confederacy. Daughter to commander Tang Zhang of the Allied empire. Ha, while studying at the university in the field of communication engineering. Hooked up with a group of young like-minded radicals that supported the confederacy cause. Before we continue with the near future a synopsis of a glimpse of her life leading to such a point. As mention daughter to commander Tang Zhang and her mother was Lady Ciao Zhang. Her mother thou died at an early age in Ha's life. Her father distant it seems, is overbearing at the same time. Protective by being strict in outlining her life. Even her study of kung fu as youngster was meant to instill discipline in her life. Her friends were carefully chosen. Her life very regimented until she reached going to the university. One thing to note was her father constricted parenting also lent to spartan lifestyle. Through she was of a family of standing and of means. Ha, did not get the newest craze as it was always seen a frivolous. Having a gift of very dexterous nimble fingers. Ha, kept up with having the latest in fades by taking such from others. She became very good at hiding it from her father. More freedom comes when she starts attending the university. Where she will major in communication engineering. Of course as a side result she would have to learn how to wire power sources for much of the hardware for communications which would and can translate into other parts of a ship. It is in her fourth year that she comes in contact with those of like mind that sympathize with the confederacy. At first, it was passing flyers, hijacking the radio airways with notices about the confederacy is fighting for everyone's freedoms. But then it turns to a more serious tone. As the group planned to hijack a broadcast studio of the government. Instead, it was a bombing of an intelligence gathering building of the empire. In which the group blew up the lobby killing many. Ha, did not realize such is what was planned. Perhaps most of the others did not know either. They were a group of eight. Two were killed in the chaos after the explosions by the security forces that arrived. The six of them are caught and arrested. She had shamed her father, and felt remorse and guilt over the deaths of those that had died in the explosion. She had not known such had been planned. A wonder who had taken to such. Had some of her like-minded sympathizers like herself actually been agents of the confederacy. The six stand trail and are convicted as enemies of the state, of treason and terrorist acts and finally murder. Out of the six only Ha is sentence to a prison world the other five are given death sentences with executions. Goals and priorities:To survive, to find away off the prison world. Even as she is being taken to the prison world. She will no longer call herself Ha Zhang. The name Radio Vixen comes to mind. She will call herself that. So the number one priority is to get off the prison world and escape. She cannot go back home. She is a traitor of the state of the Allied empire. A murderer at that, she likely would get the same sentence as her five fellow conspirators had received, a death sentence. Her goal is to reach a planet under the control of the confederacy. To actually join the cause of the confederacy. Yet it is in the back of her mind. The bombing the deaths, it is not the romantic notions of a young radical that had seen the confederacy as a noble endeavor. It had brought shock to her and made her see it in not such rose color lens. Her seeking out the confederacy planets and joining is more of a survival mechanism. Ons/Offs (also please link to the player's own):same as player (Sheet - Firefly: The Uncivil Wars Character name (real name):Millicent CarsonPseudonym(s) (if any):“Milly” Role(s) on board:Gun-Hand Faction:The House of Mao Criminal record (all characters will have one):Smuggling, Grand Theft Bounty (Allied Empire):4000 Credits Planet of origin:Ezra (Georgia System)Language(s):Speaks English and Mandarin with some pigeon Cantonese. Age:24Height:5’2”Eyes:Blue Hair:Sandy Blonde with lighter highlights Weight:100 lbs. The only thing that is consistent about Milly is her sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. When working on ship she can be found in beaten up jeans or breaches and work shirts or a set of coveralls. When on planet she likes to “dress up,” which tends to be a shabby chic sort of look. She has no real concept high society, so her clothing can end up as a fish mosh of things that she thinks looks nice. Milly doesn’t mind getting dirty in the line of work so when she is working hard she can often be found with smudges of dirty or engine oil or soot depending on what she is working on. Ship and Combat Skills (Please limit these to one major and two minor skills):] Milly is a very good shot, preferring to use a shotgun (Major). Minor First Aid and Mechanical Skills. Personal skills:Growing up on the farm exposed her to a lot of skills. She isn’t an expert at any of them, but she can patch up a wound, fix a car, rig all sorts of mechanical thing-a-ma-gigs, cook, take care of animals and grow crops among other skills. When there isn’t someone that specializes in a skill on the Satori that job often falls to Milly because she can find a way to figure out what needs to be done even if it will only last until they find someone more capable for a permanent fix. She is also a fine dancer. Background:Milly grew up on a farm on Ezra in the Georgia System. Like most of the families on Ezra at the time her family was and is farmers. Milly is the middle daughter of Joshua and Agnes Carson. She has eleven other siblings, six older and five younger. Malcolm, Delilah, Sarah, Joshua Jr., Buddy, Terrance, (Millicent), Matilda, Agatha, Bart, Carter and Adelaide (in order of birth) who as far as she knows still farm the fields of Ezra scraping out a living from the land. Milly always wanted more for herself though. It wasn’t that she shied away from the hard work or didn’t enjoy the sun setting in the fields. She has mostly good memories of Ezra, but knowing that there were whole other worlds out there with billions of people and experiences waiting to be discovered was something that grabbed hold of Milly and didn’t let go. When she was eighteen years old her parents informed her that they had agreed to give Milly’s hand in marriage to one of the other local farmers, a much older scrum of a man with loose ties to the newly arrived Nisha, Milly stole a family shotgun, horse and her potential husbands dowry and used them to buy her way on to the first tramp freighter off of Ezra. She didn’t know that the dowry was really a payment to Nisha’s new criminal enterprise. It wasn’t a lot of money, not enough for them to come looking for her, but enough to put Milly on the organizations' radar. Life off planet wasn’t all that Milly imagined, and she struggled to find her way. She was pretty enough to be a companion, but not all that interested in lying on her back all day and frankly didn’t have the manners to cut it anyway. She was a hard worker though and didn’t mind getting her hands dirty. Growing up on the farm gave her a broad knowledge of a lot of subjects. She could take care of animals, patch up injuries, she knew how to handle a shooting iron and could rig field fixes on ground vehicles to make them work in a pinch. Once on ship she picked up other handy bits and pieces of starship maintenance and was always fine with being simple labor if it meant getting her from one place to another and didn’t ask a lot of questions about what kind of job the crew was pulling. Milly picked up enough Mandarin to be considered fluent with a bad accent and knows a bit of Cantonese. Her childhood didn’t offer much in the way of education past about a high school level and while she is a pretty little thing she has no concepts of high flatulent manners. She can swear like a sailor in multiple languages and often does so. She laughs loud with an occasional snort and likes her drink. Dainty she is not. Likes:Fancy things, fresh raspberries, dancing, drinking, playing cards, Nutty-Fatty Bars, Her Bowler Hat. Dislikes:Highfalutin attitudes, people assuming she is stupid or weak, lazy ass people, baseball, anyone associates with Nisha and squash. Goals and priorities:Milly is a survivor. As much as she enjoys being a part of a crew, if it came down to her life or theirs she would choose hers every day and twice on Sunday. Milly has no real awareness of etiquette and high society and probably never will. Milly is fully aware that the only person that truly cares about Milly is Milly. This simple fact colors her existence. Yes she has friends and yes she can work within a team, because if people like you, they are less likely to turn on you, but that doesn’t mean that if push came to shove she would sacrifice herself for anyone. She isn’t that stupid. Better them than me is a pretty good motto for Milly. As a former farmer’s daughter Milly is used to hard work and doesn’t shy from it. She doesn’t like laziness in others and expects that they will take care of their business with little grumbling. There isn’t much about ship life that is as backbreaking and dirty as growing up on a farm. Ons/Offs (also please link to the player's own):Milly is bisexual with a leaning towards women and easily manipulated men. She likes her sex down, dirty and playful. Intensity is great, intense emotions are not. On’s (and Off’s (( Sheet - Firefly: The Uncivil Wars Character Name (real name):Evie CerandeisPseudonym(s) (if any):Lindsay Grace, The FalconRole(s) on board:Captain Faction:Confederacy (Sanctioned Smuggler)Criminal record:Wanted on multiple charges of murder, trespass, breaking and entering, grand larceny, and property damage (mainly illegal salvage). Bounty (Allied Empire):10,000 credits Planet of Origin:Santo, though she grew up as much on a ship as she did on land. Her family moved on to Bali when the Unification war was in full swing. Language(s):English and Chinese Age:25Height:5'7 Eyes:Greenware:Brown Weight:No one's business. Ship and Combat Skills:Mechanical Engineering (major), Command (minor) and Tinkered Weapons (minor)Lindsay worked in the junkyards of Bali, first in salvage, then apprenticing as an engineer in the shipyards. That's where she learned her craft, and also developed her interest in building things. She learned to Captain a ship after working years to build her own and taking on crew. She can fly a ship, if it entails getting a ship off the ground and landing her again, as well as a smooth stretch in the middle, but she's no expert. Some people are better at home in the cockpit. She's better at home in the engine room or telling people what to do. She knows how a ship works - or rather should work, and how it should move and function. When something isn't right, she's good at pinpointing and correcting the reason. She knows enough to hire someone else to do the piloting especially when life gets interesting. Lindsay is best with her own tinkered and hand-made weapons. These are usually ship parts she's altered to serve as bludgeoning weapons, or ranged weapons she's built from scratch (typically a variation on a crossbow). She can use other weapons, but they're not her forte. Personal Skills:Art of various kinds and massage. She's good at working with her hands. Background:Lindsay worked for years in the junkyards and shipyards of Bali, learning her craft. She scrimped and saved, eventually buying a 'heap' of her own. With salvaged ship parts and enough work, she eventually got it to fly reliably. This ship she named the Siren's Song. She soon discovered that having a ship of your own could be a burden and not just a dream. Money was tight and there wasn't enough to be made on Bali or in its system, especially in a legal fashion. She picked up jobs here and there, mainly deliveries at first, though she eventually lost out to faster and more fuel-efficient ships. After that, most jobs she found were borderline dishonest. The Unification war was over by then and most folks out on the border and rim worlds were suffering hard times. She did what she needed to do, and helped those she could. Along the way, she ran into some trouble from the Alliance. Later the Allied Empire, but always managed to avoiding getting caught, until that last time. That was when she lost her ship and damn near lost her life. Goals and priorities:Survival, escape, freedom and a good life doing what she loves. Ons/Offs:Lindsay's focus will be more on running the ship than romance or sensuality, but never say never. She's capable of dominance or submission, and possesses a sensuality that isn't immediately apparent from her at-times gruff exterior. There's much to Lindsay she doesn't show except to those who know her well, like a book kept closed much of the time. Her ONS would be genuine people, interest and romance, and things that contribute to her happiness. I offs would be anything that would cause her sadness in the long run, complicate her life (in non-romantic ways), or anything she'd find off-putting (see the poster's offs for those). My On's and Offs are here (( (Sheet - Firefly: The Uncivil Wars Character name (real name):Lei AndersonPseudonym(s) (if any):Caleb Zhang, Kennedy Eastwood (unofficially)Role(s) on board:Hacking and Technology Faction:Undecided. (Formerly Alliance)Criminal record (all characters will have one):Accused of being long-running assassin and eco-terrorist Kennedy Eastwood. Bounty (Allied Empire):20,000Planet of origin:BernadetteLanguage(s) (must include English):English, Chinese, Japanese Age:31Height:6'1Eyes:Blue Hair:Brown Weight:185Ship and Combat Skills:Expert computer skills (Major), electrical knowledge (Minor), hand-to-hand combat (Minor)Personal skills:Dancing, Calligraphy, Game Design, Cooking. Background:Lei was born into a wealthy family in one of the core worlds and was given every privilege and luxury afforded to someone in his shoes. Aside from the pressures put upon him by his parents and tutors, he had a pretty care-free childhood. From secondary schooling onward, things got a little difficult. He doggedly refused to go into either law or medicine, as his family would have preferred and, instead, remained devoted to his long-time interest of keeping up with the newest technology. His parents eventually gave in, hoping that he would go on to give them bragging rights by creating some new convenience for others like them. It turned out that Lei was actually not very upwardly-motivated. He worked hard enough to keep up his reputation but wasn't too interested in ranks, titles or awards. In the two years after the broadcast about Miranda, the world around Lei had drastically changed. The creature comforts of his wealth became a subject of fast inflation and relationships with others outside his social loop had become strained to progressively dangerous over time. The government agency he had worked for during his entire adult life began to fall apart around him. He could have used job security as the reason for his flight, but really it was just cowardice. The rich were easy targets - scapegoats, even - suddenly, and he had no intention on being mugged or lynched just because he had been born into the "wrong" house. The plan was to assume a new identity, get out of the core and on to some border world. If worse came to worst, he could skirt out into the Rim, though he hoped he wouldn't have to venture too far out into'n ZSE. But things ended up going quite a bit more south than he could have imagined. Aside from a few family vacations, Lei had spent his entire life on Bernadette and, in spite of his humble achievements he was somewhat well known. That, combined with the troubles of high security in the restricted airspace of a core world meant that he had to initiate the switch to his alternate identity after he had boarded the large transport shipandthey had officially breached into border world territory. That being said, it should have been simple. He had a plan and the hacking skills to change the ship logs. But his fear and hubris had kept him from reaching out to his contacts so he did it all himself. He made a few mistakes, they were minor but one of the ship's staff members had a decent enough recollection to know he hadn't been a 'Caleb' when he had boarded. That tiny bit of interest ended up sending red flags leading all the way back to Londinium, and he soon found himself arrested before he'd managed to set food on land again. Kennedy Eastwood was known as the ring-leader of an eco-terrorist group that had been causing trouble randomly throughout the border worlds and, rarely, within the core. He had been accused of various breaking and entering violations, destruction of property and the murder of a minor politician and a few business owners. He was a real nuisance, especially in the chaos that came after the Shattering. The trouble was he was known to take on disguises and new identities easily so he had been hard to find. But there was no Caleb Zhang, and Lei Anderson was probably just an alias as well. Usually, the justice system would have to do their due diligence and detain him for further questioning, allowing him a chance to get legal council. But due to the nature of the crimes and the enormous chance for a flight risk as well as a difficulty in obtaining DNA proof, Lei was immediately taken into custody. In the state of the worlds today, there was little room for mistakes or lenience. He was no longer presumed innocent until proven guilty, he had to be the one to provide proof of his innocence. They would have gotten around to digging into the details of his identity eventually, sure, but they had more pressing matters to attend to. Every time Lei managed to offer up a piece of proof of who he actually was, it had to be checked over from every angle with a suspicious eye because Kennedy Eastwood had slipped them in the past, and they would not let it happen again. Just because the bounty on Lei is bogus due to the misidentification doesn't mean he is an innocent man. He is just lucky enough to not get caught so far. The crimes that could truthfully be accredited to him involve computer hacking. Being a rich man, he didn't have a need to steal. But he had changed a few permanent records and had hacked into private databases on more than one occasion. Goals and priorities:His priorities will likely evolve as the game progresses. At the start, his main goal is to expedite the process to clear his name. Ons/Offs:Player's here. (( Sheet - Firefly: The Uncivil Wars Character name (real name):Hugh JorgenPseudonym(s) (if any):He just goes by JorgenRole(s) on board:Mechanic Faction:Confederacy Criminal record (all characters will have one):Illegal salvage, smuggling, harboring known fugitives, robbing from the rich, selling to the poor, more smuggling, random nakedness, public brawling, still more smuggling, refusing to live under the heel of the gram Alliance Bounty (Allied Empire):10,000 credits (but he should be worth a lot more)Planet of origin:Greenleaf, PersephoneLanguage(s) (must include English):English, Chinese Age:30Height:6'1"Eyes:Blue Hair:Light brown Weight:210 lbs. Ship and Combat Skills (Please limit these to one major and two minor skills):Engineering is major; piloting and athleticism are minor Personal skills:Fast-talking, Negotiation, Intimidation, Interrogation Background:Jorge was born and raised on a Border planet with a lush tropical belt and massive rain forests, then spent his teens on a world that seemed Border but was technically Core. He was a purple-bellied engineer in the Alliance Navy before becoming a Brown coat mechanic. He was a veteran of the Unification War and a survivor of the Battle of Serenity Valley. Furthermore, he was a master mechanic on transport that went down as it was trying to exfiltrate grunts. After attempting to avenge his fallen comrades as a member of the Dust Devils "terrorist" faction, he eventually went more independent and made his way from the heart of one smuggler ship to another. He honed his engineering skill while learning how to pilot in order to help better understand his primary expertise. The most recent ship he was working in was boarded by Alliance. He and the rest of the crew of smugglers and mercenaries were arrested and sentenced to life in prison. While he's a chief engineer and a master mechanic, he is no ace pilot. His respectable flying skills are matched by his athleticism. Goals and priorities:Jorge just wants to get out of an orange jumpsuit in a prison cell and into a brown coat out in the black. He is tired of fighting, but is still relentless when it comes to fixing and flying ships, preferably for personal profit, ideally to enrage or confuse the Alliance. Ons/Offs (also please link to the player's own): (Sheet - Firefly: The Uncivil Wars Character name (real name):Sean Carver (Not in use)Pseudonym(s) (if any):Dumas Lohengrin, Leon Song, NightingaleRole(s) on board:Prisoner; undetermined. Faction:Unaligned, formerly Alliance Criminal record (all characters will have one):Dumas: Identity Theft. Leon Song:Treason; Embezzlement; Murder Bounty (Allied Empire):Dumas:Tiny; Leon Song:Huge Planet of origin:Bellerophon/London/Simon, depending on who’s being asked/aboutLanguage(s):English, Chinese variations, a few obscure old languages still in use - we all have our hobbies Age:39Height:6ft and change Eyes:Blue Hair:Blonde, currently dyed dark but starting to show. Weight:Around 200, give or take some gravitational variation. Ship and Combat Skills:Major - Cane(staves); speak softly and carry a big stick. Minor - Sword; excellent formal training yet nowhere near as good when taken into an actual fight. Minor - Piloting; rather a tumbleweed than a leaf in the wind, but he can handle the regular stuff. Personal skills:Companion training, Music with specialties in singing and percussion instruments. Background:Being born with beautiful eyes can be a curse, specially yet again if it is combined with other cherubic features, specially in a world like Bellerophon where everything belongs to someone else in the end. The child was trouble bait from the crib, and sold by his own mother quietly, first sent to the capital and then, when he was old enough, to Simon. The guild itself knew nothing of the truth of course, yet it had happened many times before and would many times still. He worked hard over the years to first learn the ropes and, eventually, pay off his debt - freedom came at a steep price, but he was one of the few who was able and willing to afford it - first because of his voice, and the small audiences it would respell over the years, until word of mouth gave him the moniker that carried him on to his last day in the Capital. Second? Because he caught the eye of someone who wouldn’t let go, and without even realizing he had, he broke the guild’s first rule. From there it was impossible to go back, and he knew it. His benefactor took over, paying off what all was left of his debt and - this being suspicion rather than knowledge - either got rid of the outfit in its entirety, or somehow strong-armed them into finally signing him off. Either way, It worked, and Leon moved into his own apartments in the center of London, mere steps from the parliament itself. He kept his registration in order and managed his one contract for years on end. Luxury grows familiar far too quickly, and one forgets what it is to want. There was acquisition of wealth, to the point where he bought the very estate where he had been born, yet he didn't visit it even once. He would still sing of course, when a party called for it, or someone recalled who he was - many did, in those ratified circles, far too many for his taste now. When the Miranda transmission went off, everything went to hell. Everyone was stepping on eggshells - his lover more than most - and there was little he could do about it other than to be there. It only took half a day. He had to go for his yearly physical, and when he came back, there was blood everywhere. Far too much of it. He thought he was in time - he almost was - and it took almost a full day before the medic he got to show up gave on them all and left. He knew what it looked like, far too well, and so he did what he had to do. Some things he burned, others he took with him, but within thirty minutes he was on board their yacht and away, stopping only in Simon for a few minutes to drop his girl off. The yacht was too easy to track, so he sold it and bought something smaller, pushing away from the core worlds and as far as his coin and wits could take him in two years. Not far enough, it turns out. His license is lapsed - not that he could or would have used it, he knows what charges were piled on his head even before he left the alliance space - and his last attempt at passing himself as someone else backfired spectacularly, earning him a trip to orange-suit Nirvana. At least his face hasn’t triggered the /real/ bounty yet, or he would be royally screwed (again.) Small favors, and all that. Goals and priorities:Avoid getting into Alliance space at all costs, avoid getting his old cortex flag activated. To find his last ship, maybe, or at least recover some of his things if he succeeds with the first goal. Get himself a new name, and a new trade to practice; he could make a good preacher, of sorts. Ons/Offs:Mostly Asexual to begin with; bound to start rather jaded in that area, but anything can change as play progresses. Writers are Here (( Sheet - Firefly: The Uncivil Wars Character name (real name):Dr. Elizabeth Solomon, MD Pseudonym(s) (if any):No pseudonyms, only nicknames: Doc, Liz or Lizzy (close friends only)Role(s) on board:Incoming prison doctor Faction:Alliance. Criminal record (all characters will have one):Suspected of conspiracy with Confederacy elements. This prison doctor gig is no kind of promotion. Her family’s connections and the lack of any solid evidence are the only things keeping Liz from her own orange jumpsuit. Bounty (Allied Empire):N/Planet of origin:BellerophonLanguage(s) (must include English):English, French and Cantonese Age:34Height:5’5”Eyes:Hazel Hair:Black Weight:120 lbs Ship and Combat Skills (Please limit these to one major and two minor skills):Medical skills/ship doctor (major). A steady, quick hand and preternatural eyesight will make her a natural with handheld weapons (minor). The same could be said with a scalpel, with her vast knowledge of anatomy – a blade weapon in her hand when backed into a corner would be devastating (minor). Personal skills:Trauma surgeon, emergency physician with a specialty in pediatrics. She definitely knows what she’s about when it comes to the medical field, vastly overqualified for this crap post as the prison doctor. Liz also has a spectacularly well-developed bedside manner, putting almost anyone at ease almost immediately (man, woman or child), calming the terrified and soothing the furious and desperate. Background:Liz was born a child of privilege on Bellerophon, raised up on the Solomon family’s enormous estate suspended over the clear ocean waters. From the time she was very little, Liz had a passion for medicine – no one ever had to wonder what Liz would become when she grew up. Still, she went through all the shows of social standing that being a Solomon scion could mean: knowing the right families, attending the right parties, moving through the right circles and even the debutante farce. The only saving grace of all that silliness, was meeting a certain very well-connected boy from Georgia. At the time, the families were quite compatible and amenable to an arranged marriage at the end of Liz’s studies. The union would be a coup for both families, uniting two powerful dynasties and opening vast opportunities for business and commerce – that the participants seemed to genuinely like one another was a nice plus too. For Liz, medical school was a joy like few others. Of course Liz loved her family, her brothers and sisters, Mother and Father and all the loveliness of being raised on the Solomon Estate. But finally immersing herself in her true passion was like learning to breathe sweet, fresh air all over again. The only thing better than school, was finally working as a well-respected trauma surgeon in a large core-world hospital, working toward her second specialization in pediatric emergency medicine. For her part, Liz was almost entirely apolitical in every sense of the word: all men, women and children bleed the same beneath her scalpel. She gave lip service to the Alliance, but in her day-to-day world, political machinations meant precious little -- Unfortunately, the same could not be said for her Georgian beau and his family. A trip at exactly the wrong time, a little segue at the precise worst moment, and the stain of being a Confederate sympathizer suddenly brought politics a horrifying and immediate reality for Dr. Solomon. The only reason Liz is not wearing an orange jumpsuit herself, is because of the power of the Solomon family name. But the Alliance military intelligence would still have its due - if Liz could not be sent to prison for her supposed 'subversion,' she most certainly would remain well under their relentless eye, and powerful thumb. She was assigned to become the new prison doctor, currently being transported with her newest crop of would-be patients. Goals and priorities:To stay alive, unmolested and whole, and to one day restore her good name and go home – well, at least for now. Who knows how things will progress as the story unfolds? Ons/Offs (also please link to the player's own):To this day, Liz has lived a fairly insulated life between her family, her almost single-minded passion for medicine, and the lofty society of her former fiancé. The investigation left her shaken, completely at a loose end and – in a word – terrified. At this point in her life, anyone who can offer her security and safety will be that port in the storm, and she will be attracted to strong, forceful and confident personalities. Her on’s are fairly vanilla, though the right woman could probably attract her interest. Her off’s are brutality, and unnecessary cruelty. That would actually stir her nascent fighting spirit. Player's On's/Off's (#msg11921531) (Sheet - Firefly: The Uncivil Wars Character name (real name):Janae KealohaPseudonym(s) (if any):Smiling Jane, Calamity JaneRole(s) on board:Gunnery Officer Faction:Unaligned, Confederate Sympathizer Criminal record (all characters will have one):Breaking and Entering, Destruction of Property, Aggravated Assault, Murder, Treason, Possession of Controlled Substances Bounty (Allied Empire):20k? (Not sure what bounty would fit explosive acts of terrorism and possession of explosives)Planet of origin:None. Though Alliance records report her home world as Hera, Janae was born on a transport ship, with Hera being the destination. Language(s) (must include English):English, Cantonese Age:28Height:6'2"Eyes:Blue Hair:Brown Weight:170Ship and Combat Skills (Please limit these to one major and two minor skills):Heavy Weapons (Major) Be it an autocannon, a shoulder-mounted rocket launcher, or even an automatic shotgun, Janae has a gift for the flashiest and most deadly of weapons. Her densely muscled frame is more than sufficient for handling weapons with obnoxious levels of kickback. Demolitions (Minor) Oh the wonders of grenades! While they're her favorite, and she can instinctively figure out throwing arcs and timers with hardly a thought, she also has studied up on things like claymores and plastique over the years through some 'like-minded friends'. This, of course, also means that she knows how to disarm explosives as well. Gunnery (Minor) Growing up on ships for a good chunk of her life and working with pirates and terrorists, she found herself enamored with ship-based weaponry. There was nothing like watching a wave of missiles in flight, a full salvo of autocannon fire, or even a mining drill kicking in. It's understandable that she'd pick up these skills while working with mining ships. Personal skills:Sewing and leather working, just about everything involving asteroid mining, chemistry, and drinking. Because drinking is a skill. Background:Janae Aloha was born three hours away from the planet Hera, in a transport ship carrying raw materials to be disseminated to various Alliance worlds. Her mother was an engineer on the ship, and her father was. . Not exactly known. Things happen! The girl spent most of her time on ships rather than planetwide, in particular the transport ship Abraham and mining ship Shen Yang. Rather than attending Alliance schools, she learned the trades from various spacers and miners. Medics taught her chemistry and the sciences, her mother taught her to read, write, and speak, so on and so forth. Much to her mother's dismay however, Janae decided that she loved the asteroid miners much more than engineering, and found herself hanging out with the rough and tumble miners and their dangerous ships more and more often. By the time she was a teenager she was being given turns working the big drills, or going out on spacewalks to help with the collections. This became much more dangerous when the Unification War began, and shortly thereafter the Readers began to appear in known space. With tensions high, Janae witnesses a Reader craft arrive and begin going after her 'family's ships. Much to her dismay the Alliance-run company running the mining operation takes what they can and flees with their escorts due to the horror stories of the Readers, leaving her friends and family to the mercies of the Readers. Janae only survives this due to having been one of the few that was loading cargo onto the fleeing ship beforehand. This leads to Janae's complete distrust and hate for the Alliance, especially when her inquiries into what happened and the abandonment of her mother and friends in the small mining fleet only lead to a token payment for her trauma and loss. It doesn't take long for the angry teenager to flee to join up with anti-Alliance groups, trying to strike back at the Alliance in any way she can. While the war soon ends in the Alliance's favor, she continues to fight alongside pirates and terrorists, many of which were former Brown coats. It's with them that she is taught the ins and outs of both trench warfare and ship combat, and she takes to both with great enthusiasm. After years of hit-and-run tactics, her luck finally ran out in the chaos of The Shattering. Calamity Jane, as she'd become known as, lead a group of terrorists in a stealthy attack on a docked Alliance transport. . . A very specific one that held a very painful and rage-filled place in her heart. The attack was a massive success, with the ship being practically gutted from the inside through careful application of LOTS OF EXPLOSIVES. In the ensuing escape, one of her comrades were captures, and sold out Janae and the others for his freedom. She woke up one morning staring down the barrels of various guns, with half her comrades dead or in irons. Later she found herself trapped in a prison ship with a bunch of other scum, smiling oh-so-brightly at the guards and just biding her time. . . Goals and priorities:Her ongoing crusade against the Alliance, or rather the Allied Empire, will not end any time soon. Anything she can do against them, she will do. Likewise, she's hungry for a good dose of vengeance against Jimmy Hong, the young man that betrayed her and her fellow terrorists. She also has a grudge to settle with the Readers, though she's a bit more careful when it comes to them. . Not because she's scared. Hell no! Who told you that?! Ons/Offs (also please link to the player's own):Janae, when not on-the-job, is a pretty happy and easygoing girl. This translates well to her tastes in partners, which basically amounts to 'attractive and willing'. Man or woman, it doesn't really matter, as long as she can feel. . . Relaxed. She's willing to try most of the BDSM spectrum, though Janae is perfectly fine with an embarrassingly romantic lovemaking session. Top or bottom, she'll do her best to give her partner a night to remember, as long as they return the favor. Despite being a 'violent bitch' as some have called her, she's not into knife play or blood, and definitely not the less sanitary kinds of sex. (Sheet - Firefly: The Uncivil Wars Character name (real name):Named Aisling O'MalleyPseudonym(s) (if any):Naomi, Red, Little Star (only by her father)Role(s) on board:Pilot Faction:Naomi has and always will be on her own side, and eventually her crews. Mainly due to her past, but she may find a faction that seems right later on in her story. Criminal record (all characters will have one):Theft, assault on an officer, stealing of alliance property (a ship among other things), impersonating an officer, smuggling, intent to sell stolen goods (totally sold it they just don't want to admit she got away with it), escaping capture (9 counts and counting....) Bounty (Allied Empire):7000Planet of origin:PersephoneLanguage(s) (must include English):English, Chinese, Mandarin, Cantonese, Gaelic, Age:30Height:5′ 6″Eyes:blue Hair:redraft:127 Lbs. Ship and Combat Skills (Please limit these to one major and two minor skills):Piloting:When I say I am the best, I am the best. There isn't a ship I can't fly or a section a space I can't navigate. I'm most at home at the helm, it's my zen, my center, how I make a living and how I have survived all this time. Piloting isn't simply something I do, its part of who I am. Reaction Time(aka reflexes): Alliance tested me when I was younger, said my reaction times were faster than their current top pilots. And I was 12 then, then again, they were Alliance so they probably sucked to begin with. But I haven't seen anyone that can maneuver a meteor storm in a blackout zone (were locations where monitoring devices were impractical and often malfunctioned) quite like I can and come out in one piece. Astronavigation:Two tasks defined Astronavigation: determining present location, and planning a safe and reliable means of reaching a destination. Naomi has studied countless star charts, once for fun and later on due to research as she tried to find her father. This added to her ability to navigate get the crew where they need to go safely and as unnoticed as possible. Personal skills:Photographic memory:It's rather straight forward, what Naomi's see's she retains. It is a blessing and a curse really. Not being able to forget much of anything, no matter how badly you wish you could. She could probably do much more with it than she does. The most useful use of it is the maps she has memorized. She collects them and once she's seen them, their collected within the vault that is her mind. She reads a lot as, well, anything from fiction to educational books, so Naomi is much smarter than she lets on. But don't tell anyone, she'd rather not be labeled an egg head :Random facts of knowledge:Due to her photographic memory Naomi has a seemingly endless supply of random facts floating about her head. Some life-saving and wonderfully useful, and some utterly useless. After all, who really needs to know the bylaws of the Allied Postal System anymore? But need a quick run down on someone known enough to read about, and she probably has some info on them. Cooking:If Naomi had left the cooking to her uncle and dad she probably would have died ages ago. In truth, it is a miracle the pair survived one what they called food for as long as they did. Thankfully Naomi's particular mental skill set, curiosity, and need to survive drove her to learn how to cook. And after a few years she's actually managed to become rather good at it. Managing to pull something descent together, even with the smallest of supplies. Brawler:Naomi hasn't really had what one may call the traditional training when it comes to fighting and defending herself. Her father always taught her to do what was needed to survive. She has always been a scrapper, and as she grew up, she became a hell of a brawler. Her stamina holds strong (probably why she can hold her drink...again blame her dad and uncle) and she keeps pushing hard until she finds a way to come out on top. She also does what is needed to survive, even if it means taking a wrench to someone's face then so be it. Escape and evade:When you can't fight, RUN. Naomi has been on the run from one form of authority or another all her life. Mostly due to the jobs her dad would get into, and later on by the situations she got in herself. But Naomi always has a way out, always has a hiding spot or some way to get lost. From stash houses on different planets, to friends willing to put her up, even memorizing a city lay out or making her ship pull of a maneuver most wouldn't even dare. If it gets her ass out the fryer than Naomi is going to use it to get away and to a safe haven of some sort. Singing:It isn't a skill Naomi flaunts, her dad said she gets it from her mother. That it was her Siren song that tempted him to face just about anything to get to her. It was something she used to enjoy when she was little, but now it's simply something that happens in the shower, or possibly drunk :Background:Named was actually the daughter of one of the high society of Persephone. A beautiful young woman that did the most cliché of things and fell for the bad boy. That bad boy being her father, of course. Originally he was a racer, a man that dreamed of speed and fame. But the family business kept him from accomplishing anything legit. So for a short time he tried to turn to those he thought could help him achieve his goals. His brother, of course, followed, it seemed like the thing to do at the time. After all someone had to watch the fools back right? Well, long story short and Named's mother became pregnant. This of course didn't sit well with her dear of daddy, and she was sent off. Now Named's father love sick as he was followed suit and found her just as his little girl was coming into the world. Her mother's family wanted to do away with the bastard, and her fathers wanted to sell her to the highest bidder do with the family she was linked to. Neither option sat well with her parents for obvious reasons. They had two choices, run off together or part ways. Now Named's father was all set to leave both families behind, but her mother wasn't so set on the idea. In the end she never met him at the spaceport, sending only a small box of goods and some money. Hurt and betrayed her father hopped on his small ship, his brother in tow and hit the skies. Neither of them had any idea who to raise a baby girl, so there was a great deal of learning on everyone's part. And honestly, if anyone could have filmed those first few years, it could be comical gold for decades to come. But they survived, moving from planet to planet, from ship to ship and job to job. Both her dad and uncle taught her all they knew, most of which was probably the worst oh habits. But it was all they knew, and in the end she was loved and that was what mattered most. Her father always called her his Little Star. When she was 12 they took a job for the cartel, to go into Alliance territory and get something for them. Named had no idea what it was, she was just in charge of manning the ship. Even at that age, she could fly well enough to be a getaway pilot. But something went wrong, and Named soon found herself surrounded by Alliance ships. Someone had turned against them, little did she know that it was her uncle. At least she didn't know until she was dragged onto the Alliance cruiser and dropped before the Captain. He thought it was a joke that they had let her pilot. But her uncle assured them, she was skilled enough to hold onto. So they did, despite her fighting them every step of the way. They tested her and found out she was rather skilled. Only just as they were going to place her into some special program all hell broke loose in the facility she was imprisoned in and Named did what she did best...she ran. She felt guilty for leaving her father, hated her uncle for betraying them, and has been running and giving the Alliance hell ever since. Years passed as Named traveled the verse with one group or another. But nothing ever really stuck, because nothing ever really felt safe anymore. That was probably why she found herself locked up once more. Caught on her way to another prison, then again, it wasn't the first time she had been in a tight spot. And it sure as hell wasn't going to be the last. Goals and priorities:One of her main goals is to find her father, and get him free from where ever he is stashed. The only problem is she isn't really sure who has him, and where he's been traded too. But she won't give up, not until she is given a real reason to. To find her Uncle and put a bullet in his brain pan for betraying them. He turned against them and cost her everything she cared about. And she still has no idea why, all she knows is he deserves to die for turning against his own. Beyond that Naomi hasn't ever really thought of settling down or some grand goal for her future. She wants to survive, to keep herself in the sky and keep living a life worth living. Which probably means she'll never go straight, but who knows what the future holds. Maybe someday she'll end up finding something else worth living for. Ons/Offs (also please link to the player's own):Named is a passionate woman, and one that goes for what she wants. Sometimes that is a good hard romp in the cockpit, and sometimes it's a long slow bath with a lover. Spanking, hair pulling, playful bondage, a good kisser, strong-willed (no pansy men for her), touching, teasing, foreplay (but don't start anything you can't finish!), really she isn't shy about trying what feels right. Offs: bathroom play, excessive pain, more, gore, bestiality, being forced (if it happens icy in the story expect a hell of a fight!), weak willed partners, lairs, feet, overly stinky,

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Brockton Bay, April 12th 2011SkitterBeing thrown into another world is hard. Doing so in a body not your own is harder. One would think the world in question being the most senselessly grinder superhero setting of the past two decades would be the end of it but nope! That new body being a scrawny teenager with a bad case of self-righteousness, severe control issues, mediocre looks and the power to control bugs? Now that was true horror. Fortunately, the extradimensional energies piercing the firmament as said body's new tenant arrives change quire a few things for the better. First things first; no more stupid teenage mind. A serious upgrade in willpower, mental shielding and -hopefully- common sense makes a lot of difference even before the new personality. Secondly, a good power upgrade because without plot armor dragon beats bugs. Last yet best, the mediocre female body getting the Captain America treatment, except will less bulging muscles - that would be weird. The new Skitter comes to just outside a library, her prior identity's final memory being an agreement to meet the Undersides, the small-time villains that helped said identity survive Lung, in the place of that battle outside of costume. VistaMiddle school sucks - especially if your real job is being a teenage superhero that throws down with giant wolves made out of revolving hooks. OK, that last part wasn't supposed to happen - but it did and the cutest young cape in Brockton bay had to either face her superiors' displeasure and increased parental supervision or sew her own wounds up in secret... and the choice had been obvious. Now imagine how much middle school would suck if one was not just a badass teenage hero, but also a fully adult spirit that had completed levels of education far higher than that... and in cities less garbage strewn and decrepit than Brockton Bay too. To that add just getting superpowers and an itch to test them out posthaste, and the hour left till school was over seemed like an eternity... Rune"Hey kid, want to come to the Pit with me? We got some newbies itching to prove themselves in a fight. Worth a laugh or two, eh?" said the Big Bad Wolf to the Little Red Riding Hood. Not how that story normally goes, you say? Wait until you hear the Wolf is a Nazi, the little girl with the hood is also a Nazi, and that the Wolf took the girl under his wing when she ran from her family. Is showing an impressionable teenager the ropes in a racist criminal organization and taking her to illegal fights worse than eating her grandma as in the original story? The jury is still out. At least Rune, the youngest member of Empire 88 with superpowers, now has the perspective to make the comparison thanks to a big ol' personality transplant. The power boost and looks upgrade is not bad either - unless someone notices in the wrong way of course. Hook wolf, the aforementioned Nazi with the power to turn into a giant wolf-shaped metal blender, does not seem to have done so just yet. LaserdreamWhen the second-best blaster in the city of Brockton Bay gets hit by an extradimensional spirit cast into her world by parties unknown she's flying back from College, and not in the turbofan-powered metal bird way. It is good that the merging is so seamless, or her story might have ended then and there due to sudden power incontinence and a subsequent thousand-foot fall. She almost hits a skyscraper face-first anyway the first time she flies by a window, as even a glimpse of her reflection is enough to do what a jarring jump between worlds could not and leave her gaping in shock. Because as better looking as a supermodel ready for a photo op is from the average person, she is now better looking than said supermodel. It would probably take effort and all her newly found skill in make-up to conceal the difference from her previous appearance, which might make the upcoming family dinner an interesting affair. PanaceaThe knowledge that the world was probably doomed put having to go through high school and puberty again into perspective. Fortunately for the short term, Panacea was an even better healer than she used to be. Not just the changed powers but the more stable personality and willpower upgrade would make her hospital job easier. Unfortunately for the long term, the now former Queen Shaper had lost the ability to shape flesh which, given her foreknowledge, spelled bad things for the future. No easy counter to Bone saw's pathogens. No modifying bugs to help fellow villains fight mutual enemies. No jail breaking other peoples' powers to oppose extradimensional alien gods. And that meant..." Come on sis, are you even paying attention?" the unfairly good-looking blonde said from Panacea's left. "It took me ages to set that meeting, and you didn't even respond to Josh's efforts," Glory Girl, Panacea's adopted sister and Brockton Bay's resident Alexandria Package said. "Honestly, you're just so picky. He was plenty good-looking but new, not good enough for the great Panacea! You're never going to get a date at this rate!" It would help if she tried setting up a blind date with a girl, for a change. Panacea's body did retain that particular preference despite the mental changes so far... but it could be changed. It wouldn't take much effort to do at all, because whatever the famous healer had lost in manipulating others she'd gained in control of her own biology. Belial666 said: ↑ Vista Middle school sucks - especially if your real job is being a teenage superhero that throws down with giant wolves made out of revolving hooks. OK, that last part wasn't supposed to happen - but it did and the cutest young cape in Brockton bay had to either face her superiors' displeasure and increased parental supervision or sew her own wounds up in secret... and the choice had been obvious. Now imagine how much middle school would suck if one was not just a badass teenage hero, but also a fully adult spirit that had completed levels of education far higher than that... and in cities less garbage strewn and decrepit than Brockton Bay too. To that add just getting superpowers and an itch to test them out posthaste, and the hour left till school was over seemed like an eternity... Click to expand... Middle school did suck, it sucked a lot, it was absolutely, entirely boring. Look! It's so hiring I'm using words that I don't really need to, the level of boringness is really astounding. So much so that I had to resort to the tried and true method for relieving that boredom. Head. Meet Desk. Now that my head was on the desk I could go poke my new powers and abilities. Hmm. So I have two active powers and two passive ones, at least I think it's two. I couldn't really get a perfect read on them. I ignored pretty much everything as I tried to get a better feel for what in the world the passive ones did. The biggest active power I already knew what it did, and I was not going to test it here. No matter how much fun flying could be. Well, it could also end in a splat so no doing that for a bit." Miss Iron!" I raise my head to stare at the teacher and try to vainly remember what the question was about. Umm. Something about the states of matter?... Umm, what grade am I in? 7th- 8th?" I was asking you what are the types of matter."" Solids, gases, liquids, plasma, super plasma, super solids, super liquids, super gaseous, antimatter-""Thank you. But I'm going to have to stop you there." I shrug slightly and put my head back down on the table and try my hardest to force myself to sleep. Which doesn't seem to be working. Oh, god this is going to suck in the long run isn't it?(Is this good?) Belial666 said: ↑ Brockton Bay, April 12th 2011 Panacea The knowledge that the world was probably doomed put having to go through high school and puberty again into perspective. Fortunately for the short term, Panacea was an even better healer than she used to be. Not just the changed powers but the more stable personality and willpower upgrade would make her hospital job easier. Unfortunately for the long term, the now former Queen Shaper had lost the ability to shape flesh which, given her foreknowledge, spelled bad things for the future. No easy counter to Bone saw's pathogens. No modifying bugs to help fellow villains fight mutual enemies. No jail breaking other peoples' powers to oppose extradimensional alien gods. And that meant... "Come on sis, are you even paying attention?" the unfairly good-looking blonde said from Panacea's left. "It took me ages to set that meeting, and you didn't even respond to Josh's efforts," Glory Girl, Panacea's adopted sister and Brockton Bay's resident Alexandria Package said. "Honestly, you're just so picky. He was plenty good-looking but new, not good enough for the great Panacea! You're never going to get a date at this rate!" It would help if she tried setting up a blind date with a girl, for a change. Panacea's body did retain that particular preference despite the mental changes so far... but it could be changed. It wouldn't take much effort to do at all, because whatever the famous healer had lost in manipulating others she'd gained in control of her own biology. Click to expand... Amy gasped as she came back to 'herself', well she wasn't sure if that word actually applied in this situation, since herself was actually someone else, but it was close enough. Standing rapidly from her desk, and blinking around wildly, she made use of her enforced calm mind, in conjunction with her new ability to modify her own biology to start a slow trickle of blood down her left nostril. A tap of her adrenal systems kicked off a fight or flight response, which led to a symphony of chemical changes across her brain and biology that was almost overwhelming when you could actually see the biology behind it. Finally, she nudged the part of the brain that controlled her autonomic functions to knock herself unconscious for 30 seconds. If she was going to get out from under that bitch Carol, she needed to handle things just right. It was 93 seconds later that she woke up with her face on the ground, candy coated with red from laying in the puddle from her still leaking nose. Groaning from the ache in her face, and her right side where it had impacted the floor after falling against her desk. Amy looked around, getting her bearings. 'I guess I need a bit more practice, that seems like it was way longer than 30 seconds.' she thought to herself. She dabbed at her nose as she rose to her feet, looking puzzled as she took in her internal biology." Oh, wow, that's new...and weird." she commented aloud as she healed her nosebleed, and then the pre-bruises that were already forming on her side. Amy's voice sounded rather detached from the situation, as most people who are injured and in pain, do actually sound it. The burst capillaries restoring themselves, and the blood being reabsorbed into the tissues. Looking around blankly for a moment, she looked at Dean and then her sister, "I think I want to go to the hospital...things are weird...is this really what it feels like to not be depressed? wow, was my mindfucked up." While she was speaking, Amy reveled in no longer being depressed, which both her original host, and her new self had shared. It was like a major weight was lifted from her shoulders, one that you could never truly comprehend the size and enormity of it until it was gone. It made her giddy, although that was forced to trail off into a bemused calm by her mental healing. She wondered if she would always be under an enforced calm, or if it would just take time to get used to things. Looking to her teacher she spoke up, "Is it ok for Vicky to take me to the hospital, I think I need to get checked out....well I can check myself out now, and even heal myself for that matter, but I think I am going to need a second opinion on that." she half asked, half stated with an air of bemused contentment, Belial666 said: ↑ Laser dream When the second-best blaster in the city of Brockton Bay gets hit by an extradimensional spirit cast into her world by parties unknown she's flying back from College, and not in the turbofan-powered metal bird way. It is good that the merging is so seamless, or her story might have ended then and there due to sudden power incontinence and a subsequent thousand-foot fall. She almost hits a skyscraper face-first anyway the first time she flies by a window, as even a glimpse of her reflection is enough to do what a jarring jump between worlds could not and leave her gaping in shock. Because as better looking as a supermodel ready for a photo op is from the average person, she is now better looking than said supermodel. It would probably take effort and all her newly found skill in make-up to conceal the difference from her previous appearance, which might make the upcoming family dinner an interesting affair. Click to expand... 'Wow, I am so fucked, but at least I'll enjoy it?' Were her first thoughts after the realization. 'And flying is awesome!' Crystal sped off towards home on autopilot while thinking of what had happened. Somehow, she was now a former man as well as a hero from New Wave. It was before Leviathan hit. She had her powers and somehow knew how to utilize magic with dolls. It reminded her of Alice from Thou. Except she'd have to craft those dolls herself... That was all for future Crystal to deal with. For now, she was back to being a poor college student, and she really needed to hide her airbrushing before dinner. Everything about her powers and appearance could be slowly revealed to her new/old family in time, but if everything came up suddenly, she was probably going to have to spend time in containment, which would suck.... And Amy might instantly notice her changes if they touched. She was probably doomed, wasn't she? Ugh, just hope for the best and prepare for the worst. Crystal sped up and began planning in her head. 'Ok, gotta dodge Mom until I can grab the make-up kit. Eric should still be at school. What can I use to disguise my new looks?...' Belial666 said: ↑ Rune "Hey kid, want to come to the Pit with me? We got some newbies itching to prove themselves in a fight. Worth a laugh or two, eh?" said the Big Bad Wolf to the Little Red Riding Hood. Not how that story normally goes, you say? Wait until you hear the Wolf is a Nazi, the little girl with the hood is also a Nazi, and that the Wolf took the girl under his wing when she ran from her family. Is showing an impressionable teenager the ropes in a racist criminal organization and taking her to illegal fights worse than eating her grandma as in the original story? The jury is still out. At least Rune, the youngest member of Empire 88 with superpowers, now has the perspective to make the comparison thanks to a big ol' personality transplant. The power boost and looks upgrade is not bad either - unless someone notices in the wrong way of course. Hook wolf, the aforementioned Nazi with the power to turn into a giant wolf-shaped metal blender, does not seem to have done so just yet. Click to expand... Marcus Meeting/Rune Suddenly he opened his eyes. Transition wasn’t exactly smooth, but he felt it clearly. Everything blacked out, and out of nowhere he was in a new body. Just like that. It was… odd. Like very odd. His mind felt like he was part of two people. Both a man, and a woman. Or rather a teenager. Also, all those memories, at first shocked him, but afterward? He was more or less fine. Possibly in his drunken stupor Marcus died, and woke up in a body of frigging Rune it looked like it. Possibly most would freak out, but Meeting was well… out of fucks given really. His parents were dead, and Marcus’ previous life was pretty much recently a string of failures, and disappointments. So he may as well embrace what currently happens, and go for it. There was part of him that was far more freaked out, but he ignored it. Split personality? Nah, who cares. He certainly doesn’t! Marcus turned his head to the mirror, and observed himself, and his new body. And oh boy, he looked good. Kind of young, but Meeting didn’t really care. In a few years this version of Rune could turn her heads around, and honestly she may already do it. Although maybe it’s some sort of new change? He needed to test his powers and… Suddenly he was disrupted by someone entering the room. Metal mask, naked chest, possibly smelling like a horde of sweating football players. Yep, that was Hook wolf alright. Marcus and his foreknowledge on Worm were… decent. Not encyclopedic, not even frigging close, but it was passable. But it’s not like Meeting planned to use this knowledge to help everyone, or some sort of stupid nonsense. New Rune never considered himself a heroic type, and being in Worm suddenly won’t change it. Frigging grinder for the sake of grinder. Instead of caring about that whole apocalypse incoming and all, he may as well embrace having superpowers! Because YOLO, nothing matters anymore, so it may as well turn into something fun! And maybe seeing Hook wolf should shock him more, but it was kind of like a dream? Or a very realistic illusion?*Hey kid, want to come to the Pit with me? We got some newbies itching to prove themselves in a fight. Worth a laugh or two, eh?” Rune possibly would roll her eyes, and swear a bit, while fake it that she isn’t interested. Man, this girl had issues. Shut up, I know how it makes me look. And I don’t fucking care, alright?! Should I care? Well… at least for a short while? So he doesn’t gut me, while I ditch him in the middle of the road or something? Yeah, this should work. Rune can fly, while that wolf wannabe doesn’t. Simple, and yet effective plan.“Meh, not really. But I may as well, because fuck it, why not? And I will pick something to fly on?” New version of Rune shrugged, and decided to look for something to ride on. Or in. Like a massive rock or a car? Why the hell she doesn’t pick up cars, far more comfortable, and also far more cool? So yeah, in the end Marcus decided that he would simply ditch Hook wolf later on. And if he wouldn’t be able, he may simply fake that he needs to go to the restroom, or something, and move on. Because having powers sounded like a frigging cool thing to play with. And his powers weren’t bad at all, yeah. All they need is to test them somewhere at one point. And he may fake being a magical girl or something? Yeah, it sounded hello fun indeed! And her parents really hated her by naming her Tammi. Frigging hell, it sounded like a name of a prostitute, or something similar. Oh inner voice, I pity you. Belial666 said: ↑ Brockton Bay, April 12th 2011 Skitter Being thrown into another world is hard. Doing so in a body not your own is harder. One would think the world in question being the most senselessly grinder superhero setting of the past two decades would be the end of it but nope! That new body being a scrawny teenager with a bad case of self-righteousness, severe control issues, mediocre looks and the power to control bugs? Now that was true horror. Fortunately, the extradimensional energies piercing the firmament as said body's new tenant arrives change quire a few things for the better. First things first; no more stupid teenage mind. A serious upgrade in willpower, mental shielding and -hopefully- common sense makes a lot of difference even before the new personality. Secondly, a good power upgrade because without plot armor dragon beats bugs. Last yet best, the mediocre female body getting the Captain America treatment, except will less bulging muscles - that would be weird. The new Skitter comes to just outside a library, her prior identity's final memory being an agreement to meet the Undersides, the small-time villains that helped said identity survive Lung, in the place of that battle outside costume Click to expand... He wanted to assume that this was just a dream. A bad coma induced dream from getting shot multiple times in the chest. One that is brain produced, so he can deal with the amount of time that is required to recover from his fatal injuries. He wanted to believe this so bad, but he knew this wasn’t the truth. He died trying to get the truth out, but he didn’t pass on to hell. Instead of discovering if the afterlife is real, he got something different. Reincarnating into a teenager’s body and a world unlike his own. One that felt like it belongs into a cheap comic book from America. Superheroes and the like run around in stupid little costumes and causing more trouble than intended. At least the one he found was functional and his color. Black is never a bad choice.“This is going to suck.” Taylor muttered, trying to get their head into the game. He’s still getting use to being a girl and referring to himself as one. Doing so, he traveled to the bus stop to catch a ride to the meeting location. Brockton Bay, April 12th 2011RuneIn the end, it is a big-ass piece of sidewalk that gets commandeered as their transport for the day because, surprise, Hook wolf likes the view, open air, and the challenge of balancing on a literal flying brick at seventy miles an hour with absolutely no handholds or security features. Plus the casual destruction of property warms his neo-barbarian heart, or something. Ripping it out of the rest of the sidewalk is not hard at all with Rune's power. It feels as if the ten-ton limit to her lifting ability is not so much a matter of force exerted as an arbitrary limit; applying the power to smaller objects doesn't make them any faster, and if ten tons worth of force could rip sidewalks or pavement apart trucks would have long since ruined the road network. Because Rune, either in the original power set or the new upgrades, lacks any super-balance or super-sticking abilities a second application of her main power to her costume ensures it will help keep her in the air and at least slow down any falls - better not risk actual flight with something as flimsy as a rope to hold her up though. Once in the air, it turns out that Hook wolf isn't very good with giving directions; the Pit was recently moved, and it's not as if he has a map of Brockton Bay in his head. The recent upgrade to Rune's power comes handy though; half a minute of observation is enough to memorize Brockton Bay's network of streets below and while they're too far to see their names' correlation with memories is enough for a great navigation aide. The two Empire capes reach the Pit's new location near the Docks only a bit late. Hook wolf is already grumbling because they missed a fight or three, but the action is still going strong, if with little skill. As he said, it's newbie night; the idiots punching each other to submission lacked the forethought to bring proper weapons, let alone get proper training." Hey Blondie," the very blond, shirtless man says with a chuckle at his own lame joke, "want to try your luck? The new meat needs some seasoning so they won't be scared shitless the first time they meet an enemy cape." Vista"Hey short stack, have you gotten taller?" Middle school sucked, so Vista having to experience a single hour of it post-upgrade was a godsend. She'd escaped as quickly as possible as soon as the bell rung, and given her awareness of the city's layout, her foresight in picking the best, the least crowded paths, and twisting space so her every step could cross a street or roof it was very quickly indeed. She'd awaited eagerly for her first patrol of the day... and then whatever idiot made the patrol schedule had partnered her with Try hard Edge lord, the perpetually angry crossbow-woman. Which made a better name than Shadow Stalker, according to Vista's old personality." Walking straighter, maybe?" The hooded ex-vigilante shrugged. "Whatever it is, it gave Pinhead fits back at HQ." The fifteen-year-old black girl sped up, shifting into her shadow state and negating gravity's pull with near-perfect timing to stick the landings between roofs without losing momentum. Vista mulled it over, digging through memories new and old. Pinhead was probably Stalker-speak for Gallant, both because the other Ward wore medieval armor and because his holier-than-thou attitude annoyed a lot of people. He did make up for it with being absolutely gorgeous though, didn't he? Vista was still ambivalent on the Gallant issue. Her old self had a huge crush on the boy and not just because he was good-looking. He was really nice because... he could read... emotion... crap! Was that what Shadow Stalker meant? How long was Gallant's sensing range? Had he picked anything weird without even being in the same room as Vista?"Well, well, would you look at that," Shadow Stalker interrupted the younger Ward's train of thought as she grabbed her arm and pointed at something in the sky. It was a flying platform a couple blocks away, just coming down to land. And on it was a huge blond guy that was obviously Hook wolf and the much smaller figure of Rune by his side. "Targets," said Shadow Stalker with a big grin as she loaded both crossbows. Panacea"Just get her to the hospital, Picks," Dean said when Panacea's sister looked about to protest. "I... got to go too, family emergency," he said rather awkwardly, but the teacher was very understanding. Of course, the Arcadia faculty had to know about the Wards and that heroic emergencies were a thing. By the time Vicky was flying Panacea out of the classroom window, Dean was already running down the stairs." And there goes my date for tonight," Glory Girl lamented. "Gee sis, maybe your super-bleeding scared him off?" Yeah, teenagers were not very good at jokes either. When the two of them reached Brockton Bay General only two minutes later, they were practically swarmed by doctors and nurses. Not because Amy was sick, but because they really needed the help. Several cape fights had done some damage the night before, a running battle between On Lee and the Undersides that saw over a dozen victims from grenade fragments and stray bullets, and Lung's capture by Arms master that had two dozen people in with burns of varying severity, as well as twice as many down with anaphylactic shock, poisoning, and various allergic reactions. There were whispers of the Protectorate testing some new riot-suppression measures on gang members, with a supposed cover-up in progress because they were far more dangerous and potentially lethal than intended. SkitterTaylor got to the designated meeting place early, settling in the least crowded alley in the area and sitting down to wait. As her eyes scanned the old brick and concrete buildings, the damage from her fight with Lung the night before only a few streets over, she immediately started thinking how it could all be repurposed into some neat fortifications, maybe an underground lair or two. She couldn't outright create new material with her new ability and the reshaping process was both slow and limited to base-related results, but given a few hours the brick and concrete could all be made into walls, the steel in both vehicles and in buildings' metal framework could be reshaped into heavy armored doors, the earth and pavement could be condensed and sculpted into a confusing maze of passages with all sorts of simple traps, whereas her actual lair would be a block over, unobtrusively added beneath the foundation of an older apartment block with its real entrance under a manhole in a defunct sewer line. It would all be very neat... but she had a meeting to deal with now - maybe later? As that meeting approached though, some itch in the back of her mind drew her out of her glorious base planning. That itch soon turned into a bad feeling about the whole situation, which quickly escalated into full-blown alarm. Something was wrong and danger was quickly approaching. She was halfway through finding (or building!) a decent hiding place when she heard footsteps and a trio of teens walked around the corner. A tall, muscular black guy that had to be seventeen or eighteen, a curvy blonde a year or two younger, with a slim, brown-haired boy being the youngest of the three. They were obviously the Undersides from the night before, and from how they were scanning everything, they had to be looking for Taylor. The feeling of danger intensified." Well Tats, you were obviously wrong - again," the younger boy needled the girl with a smirk that didn't reach his eyes. It looked really, obviously fake, as if he was trying too hard. "Bug Girl must have bugged out on us,""Shut up, Regent, she has to be around here somewhere." She scanned the alley twice, her eyes going over Taylor's hiding place behind a pair of dustbins without noticing anything. "I am sure of it."" Lisa," the muscular black guy said in a deep echoing voice, "Reg has a point. We went around the block twice now. If Bug Girl had been here we'd have found her."" Yep, we certainly would have," the younger boy piped up in an almost perfect mimicry of the girl's tone and pitch. "Because the great and mighty Tattletale would never miss anything." As the older guy sighed and Tattletale tried to kick him but missed, Regent winked... straight at Taylor's hiding place. The other two were too preoccupied with their search to notice. LaserdreamDespite having to wrestle with underwear that suddenly were too tight or didn't fit quite right and use up a considerable amount of cosmetics to make her face less damn noticeable while the loosest clothes in her admittedly extensive collection did the same for her new figure, Laser dream was content. The house had been empty when she'd come in (through the upper-floor window, of course) and despite needing over an hour to get ready nobody else had arrived, and no phone had rung. It was obviously a quiet day in Brockton Bay, with nothing much of importance going on. Which begged the question; what was she going to do the rest of her day? Belial666 said: ↑ Despite having to wrestle with underwear that suddenly were too tight or didn't fit quite right and use up a considerable amount of cosmetics to make her face less damn noticeable while the loosest clothes in her admittedly extensive collection did the same for her new figure, Laser dream was content. The house had been empty when she'd come in (through the upper-floor window, of course) and despite needing over an hour to get ready nobody else had arrived, and no phone had rung. It was obviously a quiet day in Brockton Bay, with nothing much of importance going on. Which begged the question; what was she going to do the rest of her day? Click to expand... It was time for shopping! She wasn't going to replace her entire wardrobe. Her budget wasn't large enough, even if her family received donations from the public, for that. But still, she clearly needed to replace her underwear and she should replace the make-up she used, both as a courtesy and to delay discovery of her changes. It wasn't his favorite activity, but the merge with Crystal had changed that. She was half-tempted to try tracking down Skitter before she took part in that bank robbery to commission some clothes. Too bad the chances of stumbling across the girl in costume were practically nil. She definitely wasn't going to break the unwritten rules just for new threads. So for now, shopping! She had a few hours of time to waste before dinner, and she also needed to check in on materials to build her dolls. The material requirements weren't really rare especially with modern supply chains, but there was some processing she would have to do by hand. While she could cheat somewhat with her magic, it would still be a time-consuming process. Shit, she would have to prepare to perform the Abandon Food spell this coming weekend. She may need to keep up appearances by eating (and enjoying good food without gaining weight was a pleasure), but no longer needing sleep would be a godsend to give her time to work on her puppets and further developing magic. She'd also need to work on the Abandon Worms spell to become ageless, but she could wait until after the 'Golden Idiot' was dealt with. Forever eighteen felt a little young to stop aging at, she could wait until she was twenty at least. On her way out, she put on a pair of shades she kept for traveling incognito, and headed for the shops on the boardwalk on foot. She did not want to see the PHO threads on her chattering about her bra size. Belial666 said: ↑ Vista "Hey short stack, have you gotten taller?" Middle school sucked, so Vista having to experience a single hour of it post-upgrade was a godsend. She'd escaped as quickly as possible as soon as the bell rung, and given her awareness of the city's layout, her foresight in picking the best, the least crowded paths, and twisting space so her every step could cross a street or roof it was very quickly indeed. She'd awaited eagerly for her first patrol of the day... and then whatever idiot made the patrol schedule had partnered her with Try hard Edge lord, the perpetually angry crossbow-woman. Which made a better name than Shadow Stalker, according to Vista's old personality. "Walking straighter, maybe?" The hooded ex-vigilante shrugged. "Whatever it is, it gave Pinhead fits back at HQ." The fifteen-year-old black girl sped up, shifting into her shadow state and negating gravity's pull with near-perfect timing to stick the landings between roofs without losing momentum. Vista mulled it over, digging through memories new and old. Pinhead was probably Stalker-speak for Gallant, both because the other Ward wore medieval armor and because his holier-than-thou attitude annoyed a lot of people. He did make up for it with being absolutely gorgeous though, didn't he? Vista was still ambivalent on the Gallant issue. Her old self had a huge crush on the boy and not just because he was good-looking. He was really nice because... he could read... emotion... crap! Was that what Shadow Stalker meant? How long was Gallant's sensing range? Had he picked anything weird without even being in the same room as Vista? "Well, well, would you look at that," Shadow Stalker interrupted the younger Ward's train of thought as she grabbed her arm and pointed at something in the sky. It was a flying platform a couple blocks away, just coming down to land. And on it was a huge blond guy that was obviously Hook wolf and the much smaller figure of Rune by his side. "Targets," said Shadow Stalker with a big grin as she loaded both crossbows. Click to expand... Vista nodded and raised both hands in unison in front of her. She didn't know if she could reach them from here with her primary power. So she used her power boosting trump to boost her powers range. She straightened and smiled head tilted slightly downwards. Finally! She got to release some stress from middle school. Well. Not stress more, unfathomable boredom. She flicked on her precognition, the instincts started coming to her and she listened. She would move when the time was right. When Shadow Stalker fired her bolt, she would direct it into Hook Wolf's liver. The injury would prevent it from easily removing the tranquilizer from his blood stream while also being sufficiently debilitating to prevent him from entering the fight. Rune could be dealt with by deflecting the first projectile back around into Rune's back. It would most likely be unguarded and open for such a strike. Depending on the force it may rupture her spleen, break her spine. Or any number of things. But, she could always blame it on Sophia. Who would think cute little Vista could do such a thing. Belial666 said: ↑ Brockton Bay, April 12th 2011 Panacea "Just get her to the hospital, Picks," Dean said when Panacea's sister looked about to protest. "I... got to go too, family emergency," he said rather awkwardly, but the teacher was very understanding. Of course, the Arcadia faculty had to know about the Wards and that heroic emergencies were a thing. By the time Vicky was flying Panacea out of the classroom window, Dean was already running down the stairs. "And there goes my date for tonight," Glory Girl lamented. "Gee sis, maybe your super-bleeding scared him off?" Yeah, teenagers were not very good at jokes either. When the two of them reached Brockton Bay General only two minutes later, they were practically swarmed by doctors and nurses. Not because Amy was sick, but because they really needed the help. Several cape fights had done some damage the night before, a running battle between On Lee and the Undersides that saw over a dozen victims from grenade fragments and stray bullets, and Lung's capture by Arms master that had two dozen people in with burns of varying severity, as well as twice as many down with anaphylactic shock, poisoning, and various allergic reactions. There were whispers of the Protectorate testing some new riot-suppression measures on gang members, with a supposed cover-up in progress because they were far more dangerous and potentially lethal than intended. Click to expand... "Yes, my vicious and petty plan to ruin date night, by forcing myself to suffer enough mental trauma to second trigger is apparently successful." Amy deadpans, and then gives Vicky an amused smile. "On the plus side, my new ability to screw around with my own body means pretty soon I'm going to be able to make myself as strong as you, and taller than you. I shall be the big sister then, and have my revenge, carrying you around everywhere. MWh ha ha ha." The last bit was actually said rather being a real laugh, though her voice did still radiate her amusement. When she was finally back on her own feet at the hospital, walking into the ER and being swarmed by Doctors and nurses wanting help, Amy sighs, glad that she was thanks to her new power immune to stress and pain." Doctor Swanson, I am actually here to check in is a patient, during class I suffered an intense bout of confusion, a nose bleeds, and then I passed out for more than a minute. When I woke up, my power was altered from what it used to be, so while I can still heal, I'm not sure that legal I can heal people until the PRT performs another power test, I just, I'm not sure that this situation has ever come up with a healer having a potential power change, given how rare healers are." she tells the ER head, "I'm also not sure if I should be healing anyone until I have been checked out for any issues, given that I passed out for unknown reasons less than 20 minutes ago. I am sorry for this. One of the new things that my power does for me is give me the ability use my powers on myself to see and alter my own biology. From what I can see, I was hit with a major adrenaline spike and I can see it still in my system to a degree, and a major hit of fight or flight reflexes, and a blood vessel in my nose burst, which I have healed to stop the bleeding. I do not see any bleeding in my brain, or a stroke or anything else, but it seems pretty important to get a brain scan."" I am going to need to call the PRT to get confirmation on whether I am able to use my powers for healing until I get checked out again. Either way, I don't want to do any healing out of abundance of caution until after I get a night of rest." Pulling out her cell, Amy dials the PRT switchboard. "Hello, this is Panacea ****###***. I am currently at Brockton General as a patient. Can you please connect me with either Director Biggest or Deputy Director Renwick? I collapsed in class, and my powers have changed, pointing towards a second trigger. " She tells the operator, providing her authentication code. Belial666 said: ↑ Skitter Taylor got to the designated meeting place early, settling in the least crowded alley in the area and sitting down to wait. As her eyes scanned the old brick and concrete buildings, the damage from her fight with Lung the night before only a few streets over, she immediately started thinking how it could all be repurposed into some neat fortifications, maybe an underground lair or two. She couldn't outright create new material with her new ability and the reshaping process was both slow and limited to base-related results, but given a few hours the brick and concrete could all be made into walls, the steel in both vehicles and in buildings' metal framework could be reshaped into heavy armored doors, the earth and pavement could be condensed and sculpted into a confusing maze of passages with all sorts of simple traps, whereas her actual lair would be a block over, unobtrusively added beneath the foundation of an older apartment block with its real entrance under a manhole in a defunct sewer line. It would all be very neat... but she had a meeting to deal with now - maybe later? As that meeting approached though, some itch in the back of her mind drew her out of her glorious base planning. That itch soon turned into a bad feeling about the whole situation, which quickly escalated into full-blown alarm. Something was wrong and danger was quickly approaching. She was halfway through finding (or building!) a decent hiding place when she heard footsteps and a trio of teens walked around the corner. A tall, muscular black guy that had to be seventeen or eighteen, a curvy blonde a year or two younger, with a slim, brown-haired boy being the youngest of the three. They were obviously the Undersides from the night before, and from how they were scanning everything, they had to be looking for Taylor. The feeling of danger intensified. "Well Tats, you were obviously wrong - again," the younger boy needled the girl with a smirk that didn't reach his eyes. It looked really, obviously fake, as if he was trying too hard. "Bug Girl must have bugged out on us," "Shut up, Regent, she has to be around here somewhere." She scanned the alley twice, her eyes going over Taylor's hiding place behind a pair of dustbins without noticing anything. "I am sure of it." "Lisa," the muscular black guy said in a deep echoing voice, "Reg has a point. We went around the block twice now. If Bug Girl had been here we'd have found her." Click to expand... ”Early.” Taylor sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose in annoyance. It seems she underestimated the amount of time it took for the bus to get here. Not many people were on it, and it didn’t pick up more than two people. So the bus didn’t need to make many stops, excluding her own. Not a lot of stuff around here to kill time and nothing to eat. Her stomach lightly growled at the thought. Can’t go get anything for lunch yet. Sure she is early, but not by a large amount. The Undersides should be coming soon and can miss her if she went to find food. The teenager found a bench and started waiting. She started looking around the buildings, getting reminded of the battle with Lung. The memories ran through her mind at light speed, recounting every detail from that night. It made her giggle. The whole situation was ridiculous if taken more then two minutes to think about. Her first night of being a hero, and she encounters the most dangerous villain in the city. Not only that, but she takes him down using bug powers. Taylor has to be the luckiest or unluckiest girl in the world to experience such luck. Maybe unlucky, given her encounter with Arms master. He must not be the PRT’s first choice for social events or negotiations. What hero starts a conversation by asking if they were going to fight him? Did the man do that to everyone or was she special? Taylor wanted to give the man the benefit of the doubt, but the man who’s taken over isn’t too forgiving. He can tell that he didn’t take the credit for her own protection. It was probably just to stroke his own ego and cover his damaged pride. It made sense if given a moment to think about. A young girl, who is a new hero, takes down the city’s most wanted villain on her first night out. A feat a veteran hero couldn’t do. Arms master was easier to read then he thought. Feeling the sense of danger, she pulled up her hood and ducked into the alley. The three talking must be from the Undersides. The usage of codenames was a dead give away. Was it normal for them to do this in civil? The only question she had is why this feeling of danger kept growing. Was it because they are villains?“Don’t overestimate yourself.” Taylor said from behind the three, having left her hiding spot moments ago. The hood of her overgrown sweater was still up and her glasses were a little tinted. But they can tell it was her. “And this bug girl has a name. It’s Taylor.” She corrected the three, giving each of them the look over. “Since we aren’t in costume let’s stick with our actual names and not throw around codenames like you guys were just doing, despite not being in costume.” Belial666 said: ↑ Rune In the end, it is a big-ass piece of sidewalk that gets commandeered as their transport for the day because, surprise, Hook wolf likes the view, open air, and the challenge of balancing on a literal flying brick at seventy miles an hour with absolutely no handholds or security features. Plus the casual destruction of property warms his neo-barbarian heart, or something. Ripping it out of the rest of the sidewalk is not hard at all with Rune's power. It feels as if the ten-ton limit to her lifting ability is not so much a matter of force exerted as an arbitrary limit; applying the power to smaller objects doesn't make them any faster, and if ten tons worth of force could rip sidewalks or pavement apart trucks would have long since ruined the road network. Because Rune, either in the original power set or the new upgrades, lacks any super-balance or super-sticking abilities a second application of her main power to her costume ensures it will help keep her in the air and at least slow down any falls - better not risk actual flight with something as flimsy as a rope to hold her up though. Once in the air, it turns out that Hook wolf isn't very good with giving directions; the Pit was recently moved, and it's not as if he has a map of Brockton Bay in his head. The recent upgrade to Rune's power comes handy though; half a minute of observation is enough to memorize Brockton Bay's network of streets below and while they're too far to see their names' correlation with memories is enough for a great navigation aide. The two Empire capes reach the Pit's new location near the Docks only a bit late. Hook wolf is already grumbling because they missed a fight or three, but the action is still going strong, if with little skill. As he said, it's newbie night; the idiots punching each other to submission lacked the forethought to bring proper weapons, let alone get proper training. "Hey Blondie," the very blond, shirtless man says with a chuckle at his own lame joke, "want to try your luck? The new meat needs some seasoning so they won't be scared shitless the first time they meet an enemy cape"Click to expand... Marcus Meeting/Rune Initial plan turned out to be a bust. Because of course Hook wolf needed to ride together with him, like an adrenaline junkie asshole. And while having superpowers was hello cool, new Rune was deep down already kind of annoyed. Meeting already wanted to stop dealing with this Nazi bullshit, and simply move on, and have fun. Being a cape, with still not completely checked all powers, was so far annoying. Come on, it was already ridiculous. It was like a universe already started to act on how to make this whole situation as annoying as possible. And so far it succeeded with a gusto. Annoying, ANNOYING! And of course he couldn’t even remember where that new fighting pit was. Because of course he didn’t. Fucking brain-dead Nazi, Rune inside his head cursed, while impatiently looking for a moment to simply fuck off. And it was hard to ignore how Hook wolf looked. His looks matched his shitty reputation. Meeting swore that later on he would pay him back for this annoyance. But they managed to find that fighting pit. Even if late. Small miracles never cease, huh?“Hey Blondie.” New Rune turned towards the blonde, with raised eyebrows. Yeah, he really didn’t give a crap, but trying to simply go away, while being in a melee range of a Brute 7 was a bad idea. Yeah, it was possibly still a delirious dream, or something similar, but dying also kind of ended potential fun if it happened in dreams as well. Or maybe this was real? Who the heck knew at this point, Meeting certainly didn’t. But yeah, why risk it? Waking up in his previous shitty life would be something he never wants to happen. No matter what. So what if this was possibly one of the most shitty fictional cities in fiction? Everything kind of fucking sucked anyway these days. And having power was better than being normal anyway, even with some good dose of grinder.“Want to try your luck? The new meat needs some seasoning, so they won’t be scared shitless the first time they meet an enemy cape.” It was so tempting to eye roll, because even if this body was a cape body, so far he didn’t feel more… superhuman? At least physically? Because yeah, being a teenage girl would sure as hell work out in a ring with experienced brawlers. Getting your shit kicked out was hardly a fun time to spend ‘caping’. And being used as an example to not be scared of capes was a shitty thing to do. Come on man, don’t be a complete asshole, Hook wolf. Yeah, Nazi and all, but still. But well, he needed some excuse to simply get out…“Yeah, whatever. I need to go to the restroom, I will be back. Now where the hell it is...” Of course, he wouldn’t. If everything went according to the plan (and it may simply be any free room really), new Rune had a simple idea to test out his powers, and summon a shadow. And in a likely scenario, he would use that shadow to simply, in full YOLO mode, break through the wall, and make that projection carry him to the closest object (like a car) to use Rune’s power on, and simply fly off. Plan sounded simple, and yet solid. Because yeah, being a Nazi fucking sucked. For lots of obvious reasons... Brockton Bay, April 12th 2011Skitter"What the hell?" the blonde who has to be Tattletale jumps in surprise, entirely ignorant of Skitter's presence until that moment. "How did you sneak up on m- us?"" Maybe you need glasses, Tats?" the pretty, slim boy says with a snicker. "When was the last time you checked your eyesight? She was obviously right there!" There's not a trace of surprise in his tone, Taylor can tell. The older, beefier boy on the other hand is actually wary, though less obvious about it than the blonde girl." Shut up!" Tattletale is even more spooked now, looking at Taylor with growing unease. "Why can't I..." she pauses, takes a deep breath, then continues. "Sorry, but you really surprised us."" Just her," the younger boy says with a wink before having to dodge the older boy's elbow." I'm Lisa," the blonde goes on, ignoring the boys entirely, "As for codenames, we didn't know anyone was listening. The alley should have been empty except for us at this hour; it's why I picked it for a meeting place." Vista + Rune Before Rune can enact her cunning escape plan - before she and Hook wolf manage to land even, a flicker of shadow crosses her peripheral vision and a split-second later Hook wolf swears, loses his balance, and falls off the platform. Rune looks around, trying to find what happened, and notices two figures on a distant rooftop. Over five hundred feet away they are impossible to identify clearly, but they're certainly in costume and small enough to be kids. "FUCK!" Hook wolf's shout comes down from below and only then Rune notices he's landed pretty much intact. The surrounding sidewalk not so much; there's a small crater and a spiderweb of cracks spreading out twenty feet or more, as if a wrecking ball dropped from above. Considering Hook wolf is made partly of metal even in his human form, it pretty much has. "GIRL, GET TO COVER! IT'S AN AMBUSH!" The Empire enforcer is already shifting into his giant wolf form as he says that." Fuck, he tanked it", Shadow Stalker says several blocks away. She and Vista can see the Empire cape turning into his signature battle form even as the flyer - Rune - looks straight at them. "Get us closer but keep us high! Got to take out Sabrina the Teenage Nazi while we can!" Vista realizes the fight is not developing at all like she predicted. Her foresight did not show that Rune's platform was about to land, and only a last-moment bending of space still got the crossbow bolt roughly on target. There was something odd going on here! LaserdreamShopping for clothes is not that hard; Crystal has a great deal of expertise on the matter. No, what really takes up time is that she has to stop and look in the mirror. This new body is awesome - so awesome it's actually distracting. Taking the best professional fan arts of various blonde super heroines and mixing them together with the most glamorous Playboy models and a professional athlete or two might match Crystal's new figure... but only might. It's the kind of figure that would cause traffic accidents and/or start a war or two, and Crystal is quite relieved she could keep it under wraps so far. There's no way people would fail to take notice, and not necessarily in a good way. Panacea"One moment please hold on," the operator says a bit shakily, or was it sleepily? It wasn't normal in any case, maybe they're overworked? Panacea is put on hold, the line filling with weird sounds closer to the old dial-up modems than any busy signal or the pleasant music that is the norm nowadays as the PRT's tinker tech security ensure the line is not being tapped on, interfered with, or otherwise compromised, and the conversation is as secure as Arms master and possibly Dragon can make it. Then the wait is over and a rather familiar waspish voice can be heard. "This is Pig got. Go on Panacea." Brockton Bay's PRT Director listens to the series of events as presented by Panacea without useless interruption and with a minimal amount of questions cleverly worded and timed to draw out the maximum amount of pertinent details. It is as if she's been on the receiving end of such reports for a lifetime which is, naturally, the case. At the end of Panacea's summary Pig got remains silent for a bit over two seconds, the optimal amount of time to wait for additional information without wasting precious time in a fluid situation. Seeing no more is forthcoming, she sighs." I'm out of duty at the moment. They should have passed you on to Deputy Director Renwick, as per protocol, but for some reason Console saw fit to contact me instead." Another heavier sigh follows. The Director sounds tired. "I'll see what I can do but don't expect it to be quick." For someone that knows the ins and outs of the local PRT as Panacea does, the response is kinda funny and ironic. Panacea knows Pig got; the only time the Director would respond like that would be during her own mandatory medical check-up. It's not exactly rare, given the Director's failing health, but to happen when Panacea needs a check-up of her own feels weird. In fact, Pig got must be somewhere in the same hospital right that very moment." What did she say Ames?" Vicky asks a bit anxiously. Her obvious worry about you makes her even cuter with how she keeps biting her lip. "I don't think-"CRASH!!! Suddenly, the sound of breaking glass and cracking metal came from the Hospital's entrance a floor below, quickly followed by screaming - lots of panicked people shouting and many feet running away from whatever was going on. Belial666 said: ↑ Shopping for clothes is not that hard; Crystal has a great deal of expertise on the matter. No, what really takes up time is that she has to stop and look in the mirror. This new body is awesome - so awesome it's actually distracting. Taking the best professional fan arts of various blonde super heroines and mixing them together with the most glamorous Playboy models and a professional athlete or two might match Crystal's new figure... but only might. It's the kind of figure that would cause traffic accidents and/or start a war or two, and Crystal is quite relieved she could keep it under wraps so far. There's no way people would fail to take notice, and not necessarily in a good way. Click to expand... Great, she was now afraid she might cause a Helen event. Cursed with beauty sounded about right. It was something to think about. Maybe she could craft a glamour spell? But she would have to start from scratch, and she had absolutely zero research material to start with, so months to develop and sadly, there were more important priorities, like staying alive. For now, Crystal decided to focus on beginning doll production, and what better place to start than the resident doll expert's shop. She simply couldn't remember if Marian had crafted her dolls as a whole by hand or simply the costumes. She didn't remember when the puppet shows were scheduled, but when she had arrived at the shop, there wasn't one going on, so it was normal foot traffic, which was good because there wasn't a huge crowd, but bad because she couldn't see the dolls and would have to enter the store to see if their make. It would be a pointless trip if they were only made with cloth and stuffing. At least there would be no harm asking about them, so she entered the shop. Belial666 said: ↑ Vista + Rune Before Rune can enact her cunning escape plan - before she and Hook wolf manage to land even, a flicker of shadow crosses her peripheral vision and a split-second later Hook wolf swears, loses his balance, and falls off the platform. Rune looks around, trying to find what happened, and notices two figures on a distant rooftop. Over five hundred feet away they are impossible to identify clearly, but they're certainly in costume and small enough to be kids. "FUCK!" Hook wolf's shout comes down from below and only then Rune notices he's landed pretty much intact. The surrounding sidewalk not so much; there's a small crater and a spiderweb of cracks spreading out twenty feet or more, as if a wrecking ball dropped from above. Considering Hook wolf is made partly of metal even in his human form, it pretty much has. "GIRL, GET TO COVER! IT'S AN AMBUSH!" The Empire enforcer is already shifting into his giant wolf form as he says that. "Fuck, he tanked it", Shadow Stalker says several blocks away. She and Vista can see the Empire cape turning into his signature battle form even as the flyer - Rune - looks straight at them. "Get us closer but keep us high! Got to take out Sabrina the Teenage Nazi while we can!" Vista realizes the fight is not developing at all like she predicted. Her foresight did not show that Rune's platform was about to land, and only a last-moment bending of space still got the crossbow bolt roughly on target. There was something odd going on here! Click to expand... Vista tilted her head as she saw that her predictions were off, which was really, really weird. It most likely hadn't come from Hook wolf because he acted entirely as expected. The oddity cake from Rune most likely, but she still should have acted like her predictions." I...... Think there is a stranger with them. Rune isn't smart enough to not attack us immediately." Vista tries as she starts warping buildings to circle them around behind Rune. "Be careful." Hey. Wake up peoples.) Grass said: ↑ Great, she was now afraid she might cause a Helen event. Cursed with beauty sounded about right. It was something to think about. Maybe she could craft a glamour spell? But she would have to start from scratch, and she had absolutely zero research material to start with, so months to develop and sadly, there were more important priorities, like staying alive. For now, Crystal decided to focus on beginning doll production, and what better place to start than the resident doll expert's shop. She simply couldn't remember if Marian had crafted her dolls as a whole by hand or simply the costumes. She didn't remember when the puppet shows were scheduled, but when she had arrived at the shop, there wasn't one going on, so it was normal foot traffic, which was good because there wasn't a huge crowd, but bad because she couldn't see the dolls and would have to enter the store to see if their make. It would be a pointless trip if they were only made with cloth and stuffing. At least there would be no harm asking about them, so she entered the shop. Click to expand... Belial666 said: ↑ Brockton Bay, April 12th 2011 Skitter "What the hell?" the blonde who has to be Tattletale jumps in surprise, entirely ignorant of Skitter's presence until that moment. "How did you sneak up on m- us?" "Maybe you need glasses, Tats?" the pretty, slim boy says with a snicker. "When was the last time you checked your eyesight? She was obviously right there!" There's not a trace of surprise in his tone, Taylor can tell. The older, beefier boy on the other hand is actually wary, though less obvious about it than the blonde girl. "Shut up!" Tattletale is even more spooked now, looking at Taylor with growing unease. "Why can't I..." she pauses, takes a deep breath, then continues. "Sorry, but you really surprised us." "Just her," the younger boy says with a wink before having to dodge the older boy's elbow. "I'm Lisa," the blonde goes on, ignoring the boys entirely, "As for codenames, we didn't know anyone was listening. The alley should have been empty except for us at this hour; it's why I picked it for a meeting place." Vista + Rune Before Rune can enact her cunning escape plan - before she and Hook wolf manage to land even, a flicker of shadow crosses her peripheral vision and a split-second later Hook wolf swears, loses his balance, and falls off the platform. Rune looks around, trying to find what happened, and notices two figures on a distant rooftop. Over five hundred feet away they are impossible to identify clearly, but they're certainly in costume and small enough to be kids. "FUCK!" Hook wolf's shout comes down from below and only then Rune notices he's landed pretty much intact. The surrounding sidewalk not so much; there's a small crater and a spiderweb of cracks spreading out twenty feet or more, as if a wrecking ball dropped from above. Considering Hook wolf is made partly of metal even in his human form, it pretty much has. "GIRL, GET TO COVER! IT'S AN AMBUSH!" The Empire enforcer is already shifting into his giant wolf form as he says that. "Fuck, he tanked it", Shadow Stalker says several blocks away. She and Vista can see the Empire cape turning into his signature battle form even as the flyer - Rune - looks straight at them. "Get us closer but keep us high! Got to take out Sabrina the Teenage Nazi while we can!" Vista realizes the fight is not developing at all like she predicted. Her foresight did not show that Rune's platform was about to land, and only a last-moment bending of space still got the crossbow bolt roughly on target. There was something odd going on here! Laser dream Shopping for clothes is not that hard; Crystal has a great deal of expertise on the matter. No, what really takes up time is that she has to stop and look in the mirror. This new body is awesome - so awesome it's actually distracting. Taking the best professional fan arts of various blonde super heroines and mixing them together with the most glamorous Playboy models and a professional athlete or two might match Crystal's new figure... but only might. It's the kind of figure that would cause traffic accidents and/or start a war or two, and Crystal is quite relieved she could keep it under wraps so far. There's no way people would fail to take notice, and not necessarily in a good way. Panacea "One moment please hold on," the operator says a bit shakily, or was it sleepily? It wasn't normal in any case, maybe they're overworked? Panacea is put on hold, the line filling with weird sounds closer to the old dial-up modems than any busy signal or the pleasant music that is the norm nowadays as the PRT's tinker tech security ensure the line is not being tapped on, interfered with, or otherwise compromised, and the conversation is as secure as Arms master and possibly Dragon can make it. Then the wait is over and a rather familiar waspish voice can be heard. "This is Pig got. Go on Panacea." Brockton Bay's PRT Director listens to the series of events as presented by Panacea without useless interruption and with a minimal amount of questions cleverly worded and timed to draw out the maximum amount of pertinent details. It is as if she's been on the receiving end of such reports for a lifetime which is, naturally, the case. At the end of Panacea's summary Pig got remains silent for a bit over two seconds, the optimal amount of time to wait for additional information without wasting precious time in a fluid situation. Seeing no more is forthcoming, she sighs. "I'm out of duty at the moment. They should have passed you on to Deputy Director Renwick, as per protocol, but for some reason Console saw fit to contact me instead." Another heavier sigh follows. The Director sounds tired. "I'll see what I can do but don't expect it to be quick." For someone that knows the ins and outs of the local PRT as Panacea does, the response is kinda funny and ironic. Panacea knows Pig got; the only time the Director would respond like that would be during her own mandatory medical check-up. It's not exactly rare, given the Director's failing health, but to happen when Panacea needs a check-up of her own feels weird. In fact, Pig got must be somewhere in the same hospital right that very moment. "What did she say Ames?" Vicky asks a bit anxiously. Her obvious worry about you makes her even cuter with how she keeps biting her lip. "I don't think-" CRASH!!! Suddenly, the sound of breaking glass and cracking metal came from the Hospital's entrance a floor below, quickly followed by screaming - lots of panicked people shouting and many feet running away from whatever was going on. Click to expand... Femur said: ↑ Marcus Meeting/Rune Initial plan turned out to be a bust. Because of course Hook wolf needed to ride together with him, like an adrenaline junkie asshole. And while having superpowers was hello cool, new Rune was deep down already kind of annoyed. Meeting already wanted to stop dealing with this Nazi bullshit, and simply move on, and have fun. Being a cape, with still not completely checked all powers, was so far annoying. Come on, it was already ridiculous. It was like a universe already started to act on how to make this whole situation as annoying as possible. And so far it succeeded with a gusto. Annoying, ANNOYING! And of course he couldn’t even remember where that new fighting pit was. Because of course he didn’t. Fucking brain-dead Nazi, Rune inside his head cursed, while impatiently looking for a moment to simply fuck off. And it was hard to ignore how Hook wolf looked. His looks matched his shitty reputation. Meeting swore that later on he would pay him back for this annoyance. But they managed to find that fighting pit. Even if late. Small miracles never cease, huh? “Hey Blondie.” New Rune turned towards the blonde, with raised eyebrows. Yeah, he really didn’t give a crap, but trying to simply go away, while being in a melee range of a Brute 7 was a bad idea. Yeah, it was possibly still a delirious dream, or something similar, but dying also kind of ended potential fun if it happened in dreams as well. Or maybe this was real? Who the heck knew at this point, Meeting certainly didn’t. But yeah, why risk it? Waking up in his previous shitty life would be something he never wants to happen. No matter what. So what if this was possibly one of the most shitty fictional cities in fiction? Everything kind of fucking sucked anyway these days. And having power was better than being normal anyway, even with some good dose of grinder. “Want to try your luck? The new meat needs some seasoning, so they won’t be scared shitless the first time they meet an enemy cape.” It was so tempting to eye roll, because even if this body was a cape body, so far he didn’t feel more… superhuman? At least physically? Because yeah, being a teenage girl would sure as hell work out in a ring with experienced brawlers. Getting your shit kicked out was hardly a fun time to spend ‘caping’. And being used as an example to not be scared of capes was a shitty thing to do. Come on man, don’t be a complete asshole, Hook wolf. Yeah, Nazi and all, but still. But well, he needed some excuse to simply get out… “Yeah, whatever. I need to go to the restroom, I will be back. Now where the hell it is...” Of course, he wouldn’t. If everything went according to the plan (and it may simply be any free room really), new Rune had a simple idea to test out his powers, and summon a shadow. And in a likely scenario, he would use that shadow to simply, in full YOLO mode, break through the wall, and make that projection carry him to the closest object (like a car) to use Rune’s power on, and simply fly off. Plan sounded simple, and yet solid. Because yeah, being a Nazi fucking sucked. For lots of obvious reasons... Click to expand... Baku said: ↑ ”Early.” Taylor sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose in annoyance. It seems she underestimated the amount of time it took for the bus to get here. Not many people were on it, and it didn’t pick up more than two people. So the bus didn’t need to make many stops, excluding her own. Not a lot of stuff around here to kill time and nothing to eat. Her stomach lightly growled at the thought. Can’t go get anything for lunch yet. Sure she is early, but not by a large amount. The Undersides should be coming soon and can miss her if she went to find food. The teenager found a bench and started waiting. She started looking around the buildings, getting reminded of the battle with Lung. The memories ran through her mind at light speed, recounting every detail from that night. It made her giggle. The whole situation was ridiculous if taken more then two minutes to think about. Her first night of being a hero, and she encounters the most dangerous villain in the city. Not only that, but she takes him down using bug powers. Taylor has to be the luckiest or unluckiest girl in the world to experience such luck. Maybe unlucky, given her encounter with Arms master. He must not be the PRT’s first choice for social events or negotiations. What hero starts a conversation by asking if they were going to fight him? Did the man do that to everyone or was she special? Taylor wanted to give the man the benefit of the doubt, but the man who’s taken over isn’t too forgiving. He can tell that he didn’t take the credit for her own protection. It was probably just to stroke his own ego and cover his damaged pride. It made sense if given a moment to think about. A young girl, who is a new hero, takes down the city’s most wanted villain on her first night out. A feat a veteran hero couldn’t do. Arms master was easier to read then he thought. Feeling the sense of danger, she pulled up her hood and ducked into the alley. The three talking must be from the Undersides. The usage of codenames was a dead give away. Was it normal for them to do this in civil? The only question she had is why this feeling of danger kept growing. Was it because they are villains? “Don’t overestimate yourself.” Taylor said from behind the three, having left her hiding spot moments ago. The hood of her overgrown sweater was still up and her glasses were a little tinted. But they can tell it was her. “And this bug girl has a name. It’s Taylor.” She corrected the three, giving each of them the look over. “Since we aren’t in costume let’s stick with our actual names and not throw around codenames like you guys were just doing, despite not being in costume.” Click to expand... I am not afraid to continue doing this.) This is the IOC for Worm Insertion. All players please post your sheets as your first post here for easy access. Your full sheets - no links. Shade696's sheet is a good benchmark for the level of detail and clarity, though writing more is welcome as long as it's clear. Picture:Enjoy. Also, this picture inspired two powers on my list. Identity: Rune/Marcus MeekinsPrevious life history: In previous life Marcus Meeting was a pretty average guy, with a bit too much love towards anime, games, and other activities that eat up lots of time, and provide barely anything useful. Unless you are a pro player. And while it was a nice dream, Marcus never had a drive, and talent to pull it off. Currently, 21 years old college drop-out started to realize that this thing called life is a pretty hard thing to deal with, if you aren’t truly talented, or want to work hard. And while beings reasonably decent at computer programming helps, being a natural dork never helped. Bullied, ridiculed, and laughed at, with only a few decent friends in his life. Once high school was over, our Irish protagonist realized that things get worse, especially if alcoholism and some drug usage gets involved. As mentioned before addictions started to eat up his money, and once his parents realized that he turned out to be… even worse than he normally was, in anger disowned him (even if they were strict, they weren’t bad parents), and a day later he learned that they both died in a car accident. Was this… his fault? That they were so angry, that mom (she was always the one to wear those ‘pants’ in that relationship) couldn’t focus on proper driving, and she died? After this it was all a blur. Even more drinking, funeral, disgusted or full of pity gazes, weed… at one point suddenly it was all dark. And he woke up in the body of a teenage girl, with also her memories. Being a teenage Nazi was a new experience for sure, but it was also a chance to start something new, something different with his life. Even if it was happening in a frigging Worm. But it’s not like it could be worse, right? He lost everything anyway, and part of him was excited to be a hero. And troll Nazis, because this was the most important part. And if being a cute teenage girl, that can actually make it with other girls, or guys (being bi-curious) of the different color would anger them? So be damn it. And if it ends up being a short adventure? So be it. Unless it was all a dream… Powers:Rune Power set (5): As close as possible to Rune power set replica. I think it counts as Power 5 Rating? If it was stronger than canon one, direction would be to end up with as versatile as possible telekinesis long term. I will pick ‘power improves’ with conflict perk. Demonic Shadow (5): Man, it’s hard to start your new magical girl career with a shadow that looks like a demonic goat-like creature. But well… Being a dark magical girl may work as an alternative? Sure, why not. Not exactly his style, but sometimes you need to adapt. Shadow is as durable as Brute 5. If it takes too much damage, it ‘disappears’ in users shadow for a few minutes (time is random), before it may be summoned again. Intelligent Cat-Like Projection (1): This cat-like black cat projection. It has its own intelligence, and while it’s close to human one, it’s not perfect. There is a telepathic link between the cat, and our magical girl amateur, and that cat is able to follow up commands, as long as they aren’t truly complex. They can share all senses, including things like vision or smell. Rating grants it cat-like abilities, but on a super level. Perfect hearing, eyesight, jumping far higher than a normal cat is capable of, etc. Pretty much super cat. But against well organized normal humans (or maybe even just one) or decent parahuman, it doesn’t win a fight. But it works wonders as a scout, and Thinker-like support. Even if minor one. (5): You are a magical girl. Well, dark one, but still! Obviously you should know magic! And who cares if others will call you a nut job like Martin, if you are a genuine deal! At least you know it. And while Runic Magic isn’t as cool as something like explosion one, it's still pretty fun. Kind of limited, as it’s pretty limited to only classic elements (like fire), and some effects applied directly on let’s say items via touch, that must mimic something elemental based (so no summoned black holes, I’m afraid or portals to hell), but who knows if it won’t change? Being a strange knock-off avatar-like caster is pretty fun though. Da Vinci Reincarnate (4): Learning Thinker ability to learn in a day as much as someone of average learning ability would learn in a whole year. This skill doesn’t apply to any ability that may be considered ‘supernatural’, and it can’t break any human limits in any shape, and form. Action In Concert [Thinker 2] When behaving according to your Worm verse identity and not 'breaking character', you get a bonus to skill and ability from better combining your two identities skills/experiences/talents. Invictus (1)Mind Blank (2). Negentropy (3)Special Snowflake (3)Comic Book Pretty (1)Drawbacks:Conflict Drive (free): Pretty obvious. Guy who doesn’t really care anymore, and is fine with conflict. Should help. Kiss/Kill (free): Powers love to mess with connected powers, and you are eager to connect to more. Subconsciously you'll want to either hook up with or kill capes you closely associate with. The more you push this the better the benefits, especially in extremes. (free)Duty (4): Rune is a very important Nazi member, as she is one of the main reasons why Nazis are so mobile, mostly those that aren’t Movers in any shape and form. So yeah, they will try hard to bring her back, and ‘reform’ her back. Empire do hate traitors after all. Also, the whole ‘Herten family’ thing. And Haven with that whole shadow demon thing, you know, whole group of Christian capes. Pawn (2): I suspect Coil would be most likely here, but who the heck knows with those Mastermind types, huh? Enemy (4). In this scary world there will always be someone for my own blood. Or my destined rival/nemesis/enemy! Identity: Amy Dalton / Amelia Lamar / Panacea Picture: Spoiler Powers:Striker 5 - Healing Touch: Panacea can heal anyone with a touch, but not herself. Disease, missing limbs, anything that leaves the victim still alive is fair game, however she cannot do the biological manipulation that made her so dangerous in OIL, no building viruses, plastic eating bacteria, etc. Thinker 1 - Diagnostic sight: Panacea can touch a person skin to learn their physical and mental condition Changer 5 – Self-Bio kinesis – Panacea can alter her body to suit her whim on a biological level. Healing herself is but a thought away, giving herself a reinforced skeletal system, easy, reinforcing her muscles, enhancing her reflexes all are within her grasp. Ultimately though, there are limits to what can be done to a human body, it can only be enhanced so much (think Brute 5, strength, leaping, etc. rather than a biological terminator giving herself diamond bones, rebuilding her body on a cellular level). Striker 4 – Mind Healer – Panacea can restore a person’s mind to good order, similar to what her healing power does to the body. The mind healing clears out mental disorders, emotional disorders, and returns the person’s mind to a calm clear state that allows them to accept reality for what it is without breaking down. This also clears away external mental influences, such as mastering. (Assume Invictus, and mind blank are passive manifestations of this power), not much use in a fight, except for clearing out an opposing human master's control. Action In Concert [Thinker 1]Special Abilities:- Invictus: Pain, threats, hunger, fear, exhaustion; those mean nothing to you. You will never give up, you will never surrender, even if cut in half you'll try to fight. This doesn't mean you can't be distracted or deceived though, and mind control works. (1 pt)- Mind Blank: Mind control, brain control, possession, body-jacking, there are lots of capes that can outright control their victims. Not so for you; nobody can directly control your actions, memories, or thoughts. Indirect influence or deception is fair game. (2 pts)- Neg entropy: How often have powers ran out or stopped working so critical problems weren't solved, or the big bad could win? You won't run out though, or be cut off, or have your source of power stolen or destroyed. In fact, they can fuel any ways you have to grow them. (3 pts)- Special Snowflake: clones, power copiers, power modifiers, tech based off or inspired by powers, powers that weirdly affect powers. Enough is enough: your powers can't be manipulated like that or by any other means you encounter. You're just that special! (3 pts)Drawbacks:- Duty 4 – New Wave - Are you a government worker? An important member of a gang? Part of a closely-knit cape family? Such duties often mean an experienced cape, and if you're important enough to chase down if you try to leave then you must be strong. Carol Dalton is a bitch, and while the rest of New Wave are nice, she is caustic, and emotionally abusive. It's hard to find an escape when your mother is your ‘boss’, and she doesn’t like you. While the rest of New Wave are well regarded, Panacea is THE Healer., The white mage. When you can save a life with a single touch there is a lot of regard, but also a lot of expectations. Panacea post bio-sculpting: Bio History Powers Special Abilities Name: Crystal Pelham Cape Name: Laser dream PHO Screen name: Glitz glam Former: John [Redacted] Spoiler: Image Crystal: Was born in 1992 to Neil and Sarah Pelham. She triggered sometime before 2009 and was the first of the second New Wave generation to gain powers. This occurred when she was recognized as being a daughter of a hero and was then chased and assaulted. She has a handful of friends from school, but lost touch with most following the transition to college. John: an easy-going introvert data analyst gamer Flight: 3 [Mover] Crystal is considered a fast flier compared to her family, but her speed and maneuverability is limited by her tendency towards motion sickness. Lasers: 5 [Blaster] Crystal can fire crimson beams of energy from her hands or a fan from her fingertips. She has fine control to burn designs into clothes. Force field: 3 [Shaker] Crystal's force fields are weaker compared to her family's to offset against her stronger flight and lasers. Magician (Alice Margatroid): 5 [Thinker 1, Trump, Tinker (Controller) 2] Crystal is a competent magician and can craft small dolls which she can animate independently with enough fine maneuverability as though they were human. Any animated dolls are connected to her spirit and have access to her other powers. Action In Concert [Thinker 1] When behaving according to your Worm verse identity and not 'breaking character', you get a bonus to skill and ability from better combining your two identities skills/experiences/talents. ComicBook Pretty: 2 The most common superpower - you now look good enough to model professionally and even battle and worse won't mar your looks. A second purchase will make models jealous and ensure slow but complete recovery from physical harm. (1-2 pts) Special Snowflake: 3 Clones, power copiers, power modifiers, tech based off or inspired by powers, powers that weirdly affect powers. Enough is enough: your powers can't be manipulated like that or by any other means you encounter. You're just that special! Mind blank: 2 Mind control, brain control, possession, body-jacking, there are lots of capes that can outright control their victims. Not so for you; nobody can directly control your actions, memories, or thoughts. Indirect influence or deception is fair game. Duty (New Wave): +2 Are you a government worker? An important member of a gang? Part of a closely-knit cape family? Such duties often mean an experienced cape, and if you're important enough to chase down if you try to leave then you must be strong. Identity:Missy [Vista] BironPrevious: Nicole [Redacted]A 27-year-old welder, who has issues with being overprotective, a pervert, depression, ADHD. And attempts and fails at being a troll, coming off as a vindictive asshat. History:Missy Iron was born to an estranged mother and father. Her early life was decent enough. She didn't have to deal with the fighting between the two of them, but, as she grew older she became more and more aware of their fighting. It eventually got bad enough that Missy Boron triggered, having been used as a bargaining chip by her parents far too many times. At the age of ten she joined the wards, and her situation got worse. Instead of being pulled away from her trigger environment she was forced back into it. The fighting getting worse due to the fact their daughter is a ward. This led Missy Boron, now also known as Vista to go out on solo patrols. These solo patrols were dangerous, and she gained numerous scars from them. Even having to stitch a few of her own wounds shut. Picture:Powers:Vista Shaker: 5 Subrating: Thinker 3Vista's gotta Vista, she is capable of manipulating space in a city block radius, she can't manipulate the space people are in. However, she can use this to map large areas. She was also known as the most powerful shaker on the East Coast. Second only to Labyrinth, but the PRT won't ever emit that their darling shaker is second to someone, especially a rogue. That would be a form of blasphemy that the PR team could never ever allow. Combat precog Thinker 5She can see the future! Kinda, she instinctively knows what she has to do to come out on top in a fight. As long as she trusts these it would be very hard for her to lose. This Is a new development, very new. Also, useful. She can now actually fight in close quarters even if the PRT won't let her get any actual fight training. Power Booster Trump 5Missy possess a pool of energy that she can focus to empower other people. Other people's powers, or her own. In that order of effectiveness. Up to the dm how effective it is. With this new ability Missy can gain a friend from anywhere. Well along as they were friends before. She can give them a power. Or strengthen their power. It depends on what they have. Noctis cape Thinker 1Missy finds herself missing the need for sleep. So she can get lots and lots of stuff done. She also masturbates a lot more since her nights are now restless. But, that's not an issue. She's a growing girl. Acting in Concert-Thinker 2 [free] When acting in character and not breaking character get a minor boost to stats and abilities. Abilities:neg entropy -3Special Snowflake-3Person of Myster-5Drawback:Duty +4She is a ward. The most valuable ward, also a child. The PRT won't let her go because they don't want to lose one of their most powerful shakers. She's also a child, and they will bully her. Target+6She just has that smug 'come punch me in the face' look when she succeeds at something. Otherwise, she has the cute 'please comfort me pout.' Embers999I'm guessing You can't change Missy's appearance if things go down hill? Identity: Yakutsk Hayes (Former life) Taylor Hebert/Skitter (Current Life)Age: 46 (Death) 15 (as Taylor)Sex: Male (formerly) Female (currently)Bio: Yakutsk Hayes was born in the Shibuya Ward of Tokyo in 1985. His early life consisted of many hardships because of how little his mother made. Because of her lack of skills, she took different odd jobs and took what she can get. Ever since he can think, he spent some of his time on the streets, watching others and how they act. This is how he learned about how thugs acted on a daily basis.Throughout his childhood, he didn't have many friends. This is largely thanks to his antisocial behavior and intimidating gaze. However, this changed in high school, where he put his good friends Yuri and Mike. He stood out from other teenagers because of his no joking attitude and hardworking nature. He did know how to have fun, but only on his own terms and mostly alone. His mother died from a break in when he was 18. He wasn't there because Yuri and Mike took him out for a late birthday party. Following these events, he lived with Yuri for the majority of university and started dating Mike. His street life consisted of beating the shit out of wannabe gangsters and Yakuza. This is even how he met his future mentor, Detective Nakamoto. Following graduation, he learned under the detective how to be a detective himself. At 24, he became an official detective and worked to solve many cases. Yakutsk even married Mike and had a daughter. However, his relationship with her was mostly distant due to him focusing on his job as a detective. This caused her to grow up in a rebellious and uncontrollable way. He started to focus on her more after a thug tried to force himself on her in the Red-Light District. His last case involved the death of a famous politician. The path he followed helped to uncover a major conspiracy in the government and their corruption. Yakutsk pulled a mountain of evidence, but was ambushed by assassins. In his fight, he killed several of them before getting shot in the back and dying. However, this didn't end the case. Yakutsk foresaw his potential death and sent a copy of his evidence to his former mentor. Doing so allowed him to bring the government figure's actions to light and start major change for better. The man thought he was going to go the afterlife, but found himself in the body of a teenage girl, in her home. Picture: Spoiler Powers:-Bug Control: Has close to her original power set as possible. (5 pts)-Multitasking: Taylor's multitasking ability, which is needed to effectively use bug control. (2 pts)-Stealth/Presence Concealment: Taylor has stealth capabilities that can only be described as superhuman. This is used for infiltration, information gathering, and potential assassinations. (3 pts)-Danger Sense: Taylor possesses a level of precognition in the form of a danger sense, which warns her of incoming or potential danger. (2 pts)-Chemistry: A tinker power with chemistry as the specialty. This can mainly be used to create poison for her bugs. (5 pts)-Base Creation: The ability to create a dungeon like base of operations with traps. (5 pts)Action In Concert [Thinker 1] When behaving according to your Worm verse identity and not 'breaking character', you get a bonus to skill and ability from better combining your two identities skills/experiences/talents. Special Abilities:- Peak Human (2 pts)- ComicBook Pretty (1 pts)- Memetic Badass (3 pts)- Invictus (1 pt)- Mind Blank (2 pts)- Neg entropy (3 pts)- Special Snowflake (3 pts)- Person of Mystery (5 pts)Drawbacks:- Conflict Drive (free)- Kiss/Kill (free)- Duty(+4 pts)(Undersides)- Enemy(+4 pts)- Pawn(+4 pts)(Coil)- Weakness(+4 pts)- Target (+6 pts) Belial666everyone's posted I think. Armand... update! Again, sorry for the delay everyone. I love how shook Lisa is. She can’t do her usual bullshit with Taylor because she can’t read her. Gumtree ?? Sorry. Ignore that. Kejmurhiya buddy. You still interested in this? I'm going to do my post soon Shade696 said: ↑ Femur hiya buddy. You still interested in this? Click to expand... I forgot about this x_X. Tomorrow I should post or day after. Femur said: ↑ I forgot about this x_X. Tomorrow I should post or day after. Click to expand... It's okay! I will leave bugging other people up to other people. Femur said: ↑ I forgot about this x_X. Tomorrow I should post or day after. Click to expand... Baku said: ↑ I'm going to do my post soon Click to expand... Embers999 said: ↑ Identity: Amy Dalton / Amelia Lamar / Panacea Picture: Spoiler Powers: Striker 5 - Healing Touch: Panacea can heal anyone with a touch, but not herself. Disease, missing limbs, anything that leaves the victim still alive is fair game, however she cannot do the biological manipulation that made her so dangerous in OIL, no building viruses, plastic eating bacteria, etc. Thinker 1 - Diagnostic sight: Panacea can touch a person skin to learn their physical and mental condition Changer 5 – Self-Bio kinesis – Panacea can alter her body to suit her whim on a biological level. Healing herself is but a thought away, giving herself a reinforced skeletal system, easy, reinforcing her muscles, enhancing her reflexes all are within her grasp. Ultimately though, there are limits to what can be done to a human body, it can only be enhanced so much (think Brute 5, strength, leaping, etc. rather than a biological terminator giving herself diamond bones, rebuilding her body on a cellular level). Striker 4 – Mind Healer – Panacea can restore a person’s mind to good order, similar to what her healing power does to the body. The mind healing clears out mental disorders, emotional disorders, and returns the person’s mind to a calm clear state that allows them to accept reality for what it is without breaking down. This also clears away external mental influences, such as mastering. (Assume Invictus, and mind blank are passive manifestations of this power), not much use in a fight, except for clearing out an opposing human master's control. Action In Concert [Thinker 1] Special Abilities: - Invictus: Pain, threats, hunger, fear, exhaustion; those mean nothing to you. You will never give up, you will never surrender, even if cut in half you'll try to fight. This doesn't mean you can't be distracted or deceived though, and mind control works. (1 pt) - Mind Blank: Mind control, brain control, possession, body-jacking, there are lots of capes that can outright control their victims. Not so for you; nobody can directly control your actions, memories, or thoughts. Indirect influence or deception is fair game. (2 pts) - Neg entropy: How often have powers ran out or stopped working so critical problems weren't solved, or the big bad could win? You won't run out though, or be cut off, or have your source of power stolen or destroyed. In fact, they can fuel any ways you have to grow them. (3 pts) - Special Snowflake: clones, power copiers, power modifiers, tech based off or inspired by powers, powers that weirdly affect powers. Enough is enough: your powers can't be manipulated like that or by any other means you encounter. You're just that special! (3 pts) Drawbacks: - Duty 4 – New Wave - Are you a government worker? An important member of a gang? Part of a closely-knit cape family? Such duties often mean an experienced cape, and if you're important enough to chase down if you try to leave then you must be strong. Carol Dalton is a bitch, and while the rest of New Wave are nice, she is caustic, and emotionally abusive. It's hard to find an escape when your mother is your ‘boss’, and she doesn’t like you. While the rest of New Wave are well regarded, Panacea is THE Healer., The white mage. When you can save a life with a single touch there is a lot of regard, but also a lot of expectations. Panacea post bio-sculpting: Click to expand... I think I grabbed everyone. Now. Are we just going to let this die in a hole? Or will we finish this like the good people of the world we are!!!! Femur said: ↑ I forgot about this x_X. Tomorrow I should post or day after. Click to expand... Baku said: ↑ ?? Click to expand... Grass said: ↑ Bio History Powers Special Abilities Name: Crystal Pelham Cape Name: Laser dream PHO Screen name: Glitz glam Former: John [Redacted] Spoiler: Image Crystal: Was born in 1992 to Neil and Sarah Pelham. She triggered sometime before 2009 and was the first of the second New Wave generation to gain powers. This occurred when she was recognized as being a daughter of a hero and was then chased and assaulted. She has a handful of friends from school, but lost touch with most following the transition to college. John: an easy-going introvert data analyst gamer Flight: 3 [Mover] Crystal is considered a fast flier compared to her family, but her speed and maneuverability is limited by her tendency towards motion sickness. Lasers: 5 [Blaster] Crystal can fire crimson beams of energy from her hands or a fan from her fingertips. She has fine control to burn designs into clothes. Force field: 3 [Shaker] Crystal's force fields are weaker compared to her family's to offset against her stronger flight and lasers. Magician (Alice Margatroid): 5 [Thinker 1, Trump, Tinker (Controller) 2] Crystal is a competent magician and can craft small dolls which she can animate independently with enough fine maneuverability as though they were human. Any animated dolls are connected to her spirit and have access to her other powers. Action In Concert [Thinker 1] When behaving according to your Worm verse identity and not 'breaking character', you get a bonus to skill and ability from better combining your two identities skills/experiences/talents. ComicBook Pretty: 2 The most common superpower - you now look good enough to model professionally and even battle and worse won't mar your looks. A second purchase will make models jealous and ensure slow but complete recovery from physical harm. (1-2 pts) Special Snowflake: 3 Clones, power copiers, power modifiers, tech based off or inspired by powers, powers that weirdly affect powers. Enough is enough: your powers can't be manipulated like that or by any other means you encounter. You're just that special! Mind blank: 2 Mind control, brain control, possession, body-jacking, there are lots of capes that can outright control their victims. Not so for you; nobody can directly control your actions, memories, or thoughts. Indirect influence or deception is fair game. Duty (New Wave): +2 Are you a government worker? An important member of a gang? Part of a closely-knit cape family? Such duties often mean an experienced cape, and if you're important enough to chase down if you try to leave then you must be strong. Click to expand... Femur said: ↑ Picture: Enjoy. Also, this picture inspired two powers on my list. Identity: Rune/Marcus Meeting Previous life history: In previous life Marcus Meeting was a pretty average guy, with a bit too much love towards anime, games, and other activities that eat up lots of time, and provide barely anything useful. Unless you are a pro player. And while it was a nice dream, Marcus never had a drive, and talent to pull it off. Currently, 21 years old college drop-out started to realize that this thing called life is a pretty hard thing to deal with, if you aren’t truly talented, or want to work hard. And while beings reasonably decent at computer programming helps, being a natural dork never helped. Bullied, ridiculed, and laughed at, with only a few decent friends in his life. Once high school was over, our Irish protagonist realized that things get worse, especially if alcoholism and some drug usage gets involved. As mentioned before addictions started to eat up his money, and once his parents realized that he turned out to be… even worse than he normally was, in anger disowned him (even if they were strict, they weren’t bad parents), and a day later he learned that they both died in a car accident. Was this… his fault? That they were so angry, that mom (she was always the one to wear those ‘pants’ in that relationship) couldn’t focus on proper driving, and she died? After this it was all a blur. Even more drinking, funeral, disgusted or full of pity gazes, weed… at one point suddenly it was all dark. And he woke up in the body of a teenage girl, with also her memories. Being a teenage Nazi was a new experience for sure, but it was also a chance to start something new, something different with his life. Even if it was happening in a frigging Worm. But it’s not like it could be worse, right? He lost everything anyway, and part of him was excited to be a hero. And troll Nazis, because this was the most important part. And if being a cute teenage girl, that can actually make it with other girls, or guys (being bi-curious) of the different color would anger them? So be damn it. And if it ends up being a short adventure? So be it. Unless it was all a dream… Powers: Rune Power set (5): As close as possible to Rune power set replica. I think it counts as Power 5 Rating? If it was stronger than canon one, direction would be to end up with as versatile as possible telekinesis long term. I will pick ‘power improves’ with conflict perk. Demonic Shadow (5): Man, it’s hard to start your new magical girl career with a shadow that looks like a demonic goat-like creature. But well… Being a dark magical girl may work as an alternative? Sure, why not. Not exactly his style, but sometimes you need to adapt. Shadow is as durable as Brute 5. If it takes too much damage, it ‘disappears’ in users shadow for a few minutes (time is random), before it may be summoned again. Intelligent Cat-Like Projection (1): This cat-like black cat projection. It has its own intelligence, and while it’s close to human one, it’s not perfect. There is a telepathic link between the cat, and our magical girl amateur, and that cat is able to follow up commands, as long as they aren’t truly complex. They can share all senses, including things like vision or smell. Rating grants it cat-like abilities, but on a super level. Perfect hearing, eyesight, jumping far higher than a normal cat is capable of, etc. Pretty much super cat. But against well organized normal humans (or maybe even just one) or decent parahuman, it doesn’t win a fight. But it works wonders as a scout, and Thinker-like support. Even if minor one. Magic[/URL] (5): You are a magical girl. Well, dark one, but still! Obviously you should know magic! And who cares if others will call you a nut job like Martin, if you are a genuine deal! At least you know it. And while Runic Magic isn’t as cool as something like explosion one, it's still pretty fun. Kind of limited, as it’s pretty limited to only classic elements (like fire), and some effects applied directly on let’s say items via touch, that must mimic something elemental based (so no summoned black holes, I’m afraid or portals to hell), but who knows if it won’t change? Being a strange knock-off avatar-like caster is pretty fun though. Da Vinci Reincarnate (4): Learning Thinker ability to learn in a day as much as someone of average learning ability would learn in a whole year. This skill doesn’t apply to any ability that may be considered ‘supernatural’, and it can’t break any human limits in any shape, and form. Action In Concert [Thinker 2] When behaving according to your Worm verse identity and not 'breaking character', you get a bonus to skill and ability from better combining your two identities skills/experiences/talents. Invictus (1) Mind Blank (2). Neg entropy (3) Special Snowflake (3) Comic Book Pretty (1) Drawbacks: Conflict Drive (free): Pretty obvious. Guy who doesn’t really care anymore, and is fine with conflict. Should help. Kiss/Kill (free): Powers love to mess with connected powers, and you are eager to connect to more. Subconsciously you'll want to either hook up with or kill capes you closely associate with. The more you push this the better the benefits, especially in extremes. (free) Duty (4): Rune is a very important Nazi member, as she is one of the main reasons why Nazis are so mobile, mostly those that aren’t Movers in any shape and form. So yeah, they will try hard to bring her back, and ‘reform’ her back. Empire do hate traitors after all. Also, the whole ‘Herten family’ thing. And Haven with that whole shadow demon thing, you know, whole group of Christian capes. Pawn (2): I suspect Coil would be most likely here, but who the heck knows with those Mastermind types, huh? Enemy (4). In this scary world there will always be someone for my own blood. Or my destined rival/nemesis/enemy! Click to expand... Embers999 said: ↑ Identity: Amy Dalton / Amelia Lamar / Panacea Picture: Spoiler Powers: Striker 5 - Healing Touch: Panacea can heal anyone with a touch, but not herself. Disease, missing limbs, anything that leaves the victim still alive is fair game, however she cannot do the biological manipulation that made her so dangerous in OIL, no building viruses, plastic eating bacteria, etc. Thinker 1 - Diagnostic sight: Panacea can touch a person skin to learn their physical and mental condition Changer 5 – Self-Bio kinesis – Panacea can alter her body to suit her whim on a biological level. Healing herself is but a thought away, giving herself a reinforced skeletal system, easy, reinforcing her muscles, enhancing her reflexes all are within her grasp. Ultimately though, there are limits to what can be done to a human body, it can only be enhanced so much (think Brute 5, strength, leaping, etc. rather than a biological terminator giving herself diamond bones, rebuilding her body on a cellular level). Striker 4 – Mind Healer – Panacea can restore a person’s mind to good order, similar to what her healing power does to the body. The mind healing clears out mental disorders, emotional disorders, and returns the person’s mind to a calm clear state that allows them to accept reality for what it is without breaking down. This also clears away external mental influences, such as mastering. (Assume Invictus, and mind blank are passive manifestations of this power), not much use in a fight, except for clearing out an opposing human master's control. Action In Concert [Thinker 1] Special Abilities: - Invictus: Pain, threats, hunger, fear, exhaustion; those mean nothing to you. You will never give up, you will never surrender, even if cut in half you'll try to fight. This doesn't mean you can't be distracted or deceived though, and mind control works. (1 pt) - Mind Blank: Mind control, brain control, possession, body-jacking, there are lots of capes that can outright control their victims. Not so for you; nobody can directly control your actions, memories, or thoughts. Indirect influence or deception is fair game. (2 pts) - Neg entropy: How often have powers ran out or stopped working so critical problems weren't solved, or the big bad could win? You won't run out though, or be cut off, or have your source of power stolen or destroyed. In fact, they can fuel any ways you have to grow them. (3 pts) - Special Snowflake: clones, power copiers, power modifiers, tech based off or inspired by powers, powers that weirdly affect powers. Enough is enough: your powers can't be manipulated like that or by any other means you encounter. You're just that special! (3 pts) Drawbacks: - Duty 4 – New Wave - Are you a government worker? An important member of a gang? Part of a closely-knit cape family? Such duties often mean an experienced cape, and if you're important enough to chase down if you try to leave then you must be strong. Carol Dalton is a bitch, and while the rest of New Wave are nice, she is caustic, and emotionally abusive. It's hard to find an escape when your mother is your ‘boss’, and she doesn’t like you. While the rest of New Wave are well regarded, Panacea is THE Healer., The white mage. When you can save a life with a single touch there is a lot of regard, but also a lot of expectations. Panacea post bio-sculpting: Click to expand... I think I grabbed most people. May we please continue this? Shade696 said: ↑ I think I grabbed most people. May we please continue this? Click to expand... Give it up, it's clearly dead and because it's IOC, I'm not hitting you for Rule 7. Locking this. Belial666Call if you want this reopened.

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On The Prowl (MysticSparxman & Shadow Wolf)

It was a Saturday night, and it was a night that Dante Alexander had been looking forward to for quite some time. Tonight, he was going to be going out to one of the hottest nightclubs in town, and he was going to make sure that he enjoyed every minute of it. After all, he had heard about all the reviews about the place, and they had only made him want to go more. On top of that, it was the opening night for the club, and the club were offering deals on their drinks. This was going to be something that he was going to take full advantage of. Since he was going out, he felt the need to freshen up, so he took a shower. Dante was in the shower for around twenty minutes before he eventually climbed out. Picking up a towel, he dried himself off before getting dressed in the clothes he had picked out for himself. The clothes he had picked out for himself consisted of a blue and silver silky short-sleeved shirt, a pair of blue jeans and blue and black trainers. Of course, he had made sure not to forget his boxers and socks. As soon as he was dressed, he stepped in front of the mirror in the bathroom and wiped off all the steam that had gathered. Dante took a look at his reflection in the mirror and smiled. Having recently turned 21, Dante stood at a height of 6’2 and his skin was tanned, but not too much. He had blue eyes and matching short wavy blue hair. His hair was naturally blue, which many people often failed to believe. Because of how much he liked to keep in shape, Dante had a slim, yet muscular figure. He had muscles in all the right places too. His stomach was toned and muscular, as was his chest, and his biceps seemed to have just about the right amount of muscle too, just like his legs. As soon as he was done in the bathroom, Dante walked out. He had already eaten before taking a shower, so he wasted no time in heading straight out of his front door after getting down the stairs. Because he planned on getting drunk, Dante decided not to take his car with him tonight. There again, it wasn’t as if he lived too far from the club anyway. He only lived a few blocks from the place. Dante left his home and walked to the club, which took him a little over fifteen minutes. He had to get in a queue when he got there, but he wasn’t waiting too long before he was finally able to get inside the club. When he had made it inside the club, he took a look around and noticed all the people already on the dance floor. Figuring he would do some dancing later, Dante headed straight for the bar. As soon as he reached the bar, he took a seat, and after getting the attention of the bartender, he proceeded to order himself a drink. The drink he ordered was a vodka and orange. Now all he had to do was wait for the bartender to bring him his drink. Melissa had been at the club for a few hours with her friends, she was well-dressed. She wore a red dress that fit her petite frame red sling back heals, her long red hair fell just above her shoulders. She was a natural red head well her hair was more auburn than it was red, she had emerald green eyes. Furthermore, she'd gotten up to use the restroom when she noticed a young man walk in with blue hair, at 1st she thought his hair was a little odd, but she liked odd. Instead of walking back to the booth where her friends sat she walked toward the bar, sat down. '' Hello There Handsome.'' Mel said as she admired him for his looks, she was very impressed. She'd been drinking since about six or so or whenever she'd arrived with her friends, could be very flirtatious when she'd had a lot to drink, but she'd only had three drinks so far which was her limit on most nights. The red head was thirty-eight, but she felt like an eighteen-year-old, acted like she was a teenager most of the time. She was active, stayed in shape so she really didn't look her age as she waited for the young man to say something she couldn't help but get lost in his intense blue eyes. Dante was still waiting for his drink when a rather attractive woman sat down at the bar beside him. His eyes drifted in her direction as soon as he heard her speaking to him. As he laid his eyes on her, he couldn’t help but smile. After all, she was incredibly attractive, and he would have had absolutely no idea that she was older than I. She did look quite young, that was for sure.” Well hello there Miss.” The smile remained on his face, but he turned his attention back towards the bar as the bartender returned with his drink. Dante took the drink before pulling out his wallet to pay for the drink. After doing so, he placed his wallet back in his pocket and focused on the attractive woman sitting beside him.” So, have you been here long beautiful?” He asked in a curious tone.” Anyway, what might I call you? And what do you make of this club so far?” He picked up his drink and took a few sips before setting the glass back down in front of him once more.” What’s someone as attractive as you're doing here on her own anyway?” He asked with a smile on his face, gazing into her emerald green eyes. '' You can call me Melissa, I've been here since opening I suppose. A friend of mine knows the owner fairly well, it's an alright pace. Rather loud if you ask me, the music is well never mind. I'm not here by myself my friends are over in the corner, I just got up to use the restroom.'' Melissa said as she bit her lip his smile entranced her more than his eyes, everything about him was pulling her in. She knew she didn't need anymore to drink she'd had enough, it appeared that her friends had made their way to the dance floor which didn't amuse her considering she didn't really like the music plus she didn't really know how to dance. Shaking her head she sighed, looked at the time then sighed again she wasn't annoyed or anything she just didn't really like to be out until all hours of the night.((Sorry for the luckiness of that post.)) Dante smiled a little bit when the rather attractive woman finally told him her name.” A pretty name to go with an even prettier lady.” He said with a smile.” It’s nice to meet you Melissa, and it sounds like you’ve been here for quite some time, especially if you have been here since opening. I guess it’s a bonus that a friend of yours knows the owner of this place. Still, I guess clubs aren’t for everyone, and I agree with you about the music, but that's clubbing these days. Anyway, I came here because I heard the reviews about this place. Not only that, but the deals on the drinks are a bonus too, and coming here allow me to blow off some steam too.” He picked up his glass and took another sip, but this time, he kept the glass in his hand.” I thought it would have been a bit strange for someone as attractive as yourself to be here by herself. Anyway, how is it you ended up here over at the bar if you were headed towards the restroom?” He turned to face her as he sat on his stool, and that same smile remained plastered across his face.” So Melissa, tell me a bit about yourself.” '' Yeah it is nice, it's a nice place but next time I'll go some place a little quieter. I don't drink very often, when I do, I try to keep it to a minimum of two more than that normally well it doesn't turn out so well. You caught my attention, so I skipped the restroom, so I could say hello. There isn't really a lot to say about myself to be honest. Besides, you don't really want to hear my story.'' Melissa said as she placed a strand of hair behind her ear, just ordered a diet coke she didn't need any more alcohol. She didn't normally flirt, but he was very cute, she felt lonely since her friends seemed to be having a good time while she was bored. She also had a headache because the music was way too loud, she wasn't deaf obviously she could hear it just fine without it blaring so loud she swore it would break the speakers if it got any louder than it already was. Melissa couldn't believe kids listened to such crappy music, but she managed to ignore it as she waited for her coke, just admired him she thought he was so cute. Dante smiled and nodded his head as Melissa told him how she would go somewhere a little quieter next time.” I think I can understand that. After all, it is quite loud in here.” He smiled some more.” Don’t get me wrong as I do like coming to clubs, but it’s not something I do very often. I think I only came here because it’s new, and also because of the cheap drinks.” His eyes moved slowly up and down her body as she told him how he had caught her attention, and also how he didn’t really want to hear her story. As his eyes met with hers, there was a small smirk on his face.” Well I’m glad that I was able to catch your attention, and had I been looking around here, then there is no doubt that someone as attractive as you definitely would have caught my attention. It’s why I’m glad you did stop by to say hello, and I must say that I wouldn’t mind learning a little more about you. Maybe we could even go somewhere a little more to your liking. Somewhere that’s quieter than this place.” He suggested to her. Of course, he was planning on having some more drinks first, but he didn’t think it would hurt to suggest it to her. After he had suggested it to her, Dante finished what was left of his drink, and then he quickly ordered another one. It didn’t take too long for him to get his second drink from the bar tender, and when his drink finally came, he picked it up and took a sip. After doing so, he turned his attention back towards Melissa once more.” So, if we do go somewhere quieter, where would you like to go?” '' Well I know a little place just a few blocks down, we could go there. Or we could go back to my place it's really up to you.'' Melissa said as she stood up, walked toward him. She placed her hand on his chest, smiled as she looked up into his blue eyes there was something about him that really turned her on. She sat back down, crossed her legs as she gave him the once over still smiling she knew if he went home with her, she would certainly get lucky but then again she didn't really know if he would say yes to her. Melissa had never been turned down by a man well she had, but it'd been a long time ago, two of her marriages had failed cause well her husbands had cheated on her. The red head didn't like cheaters, she didn't like liars she liked men young enough to maybe be her son or just young enough that if they'd slept with anyone they still feared the consequences so they always made sure they used protection. To her younger men were very attractive, despite the fact she'd almost been married three times she was hoping Dante would be the one that wouldn't let her slip through his fingers even though her third fiancé had cheated on her before they were to get married which caused them to break up. Dante’s lips curled up into a small smile as Melissa had told him what they could do. Sure, he did like the idea of going somewhere a little quieter with her, but then he found that he liked the idea of going back to her place with her more. He had placed his hands on her hips as she had stepped closer to him and placed her hand on his chest. When she sat back down, his eyes met with hers once more.” Hmm, well I’m sure we can go to this place you know a little later, but right now, I like the idea of going back to your place so much more.” As he had said this to her, his eyes moved up and down her body very slowly. His eyes moved up and down her body in a way that would have let her know that he was checking her out, and he liked what he was seeing too. Of course, he wasn’t too sure where things would lead if he went back with Melissa to her place, but he had a fair idea that he may have known.” So Melissa, when would you like to go?” He asked in a curious tone. After he had asked her, he drank some more of his drink. If he was going to go with her, he wanted to finish his drink. He didn’t really think that he would have too much time to get another, but there again, that would also depend on when she wanted to leave. ((Sorry I took so long to reply to this.))'' Whenever is fine with me really. If you'd like a few more drinks that's fine.'' Melissa said as she smiled, placed a strand of hair behind her ear. She wasn't wearing any pantyhose so with the way she was sitting everything was exposed to him, she hoped if he looked close enough he liked what he saw. She was perfectly content with her cokes, was starting to sober up a little besides the idea of taking him back to her place sounded so much better. Then when they did go to the little place she knew that was quieter than the club she could show him off as arm candy, let everyone stare at her or make rude comments she knew she was bonded to hear them since he was much younger than she was. The red head didn't really care whatever people thought of her, if they didn't like the people she dated then that was their problem she wasn't going to put her life on hold to please them. Dante smiled a little bit and nodded his head as Melissa told him that he could have some more drinks if he wanted to. He thought he would have a few more drinks, but he didn’t plan on having too many.” Okay, well I will have one or two more, and then we can make a move.” He flashed her another smile before finishing up what was left of the drink he had in his hand. He wasted no time in ordering another drink, and shortly after his next drink had been placed down in front of him, Dante picked it up and took a sip. By now, he was beginning to feel the effects of his drink. As he turned the focus of his attention back to her, his eyes wandered slowly over her body. His eyes drifted lower and lower until they reached her legs. As his eyes came to rest on her legs, Dante could see that she wasn’t wearing any panties. His lips curled up into a small smirk as his eyes remained glued to her legs, staring in between them for a little longer than he should have done. Dante was sure that Melissa would probably see where his eyes were, but he really didn’t care too much. He was enjoying the view way too much to care. Finally, his eyes travelled back up her body before meeting with her eyes once more. As they did, he took another sip of his drink.” I think I would be up for going with you after this drink.” He smiled before he promptly finished up his drink. After he had finished his drink, he set his glass back down on the bar in front of him.” Shall we go?” He asked as he rose to his feet. '' We shall.'' Melissa said as she smiled, stood up. She paid for her coke, knew they would have to call a taxi because she hadn't driven. Walking outside she looked around for a taxi, tried to hail one but was having no luck at all. '' How about a nice quiet hotel room? '' Mel asked as she bit her lip, smiled a little she didn't really want to go back to her place in a taxi besides she had lots of neighbors. Her intentions were mostly driven by the fact that she'd had plenty to drink, just being with him alone weather it was at her place or in a hotel room she didn't really care where it was she just knew that she wanted him all to herself despite the age gap. She placed a strand of hair behind her ear, waited for him to say something to her about the hotel idea. Dante smiled and walked from the club with Melissa. Once outside, he noticed just how difficult it was for them to hail a taxi, but as she was trying to hail a taxi, Dante turned the focus of his attention back towards her as she had asked about a hotel room. He thought it over for a few minutes before he nodded his head in response to her question.” Yeah, a hotel room sounds like a good idea to me. Do you know of any good hotels around here we could stop off at?” He smiled at her as he had asked her this, and then as he waited for her response, he stepped forward and attempted to hail a taxi too. He didn’t really know how long it was going to take to get a taxi, but he was hoping that it wasn’t going to take them too long. Furthermore, he was hoping so anyway. ((Sorry for the late reply.))" There's one just a few blocks from here. So we can walk if we don't get a cab." Melissa said as she ran her fingers through her hair, sighed she was very unamused with the lack of taxi cabs out. When one finally stopped she opened the door, crawled in then waited for Dante she figured first come first served so someone else would have to wait. The woman was very excited about spending a night alone with Dante, she looked forward to getting to know him a little better. Dante didn't really know how long it was going to take for them to get a taxi, so he was glad when a taxi pulled up shortly after they had started waiting. Dante climbed inside the taxi right after Melissa had got in. Once he was also in the cab, he closed the door and settled into the seat. After doing so, he turned to Melissa once more. "So, where's this hotel that's a few blocks from here? The sooner we get there, the sooner we can get to know and enjoy each other." Dante said this with a smile on his face, mainly because he couldn't wait to get to the hotel so he could spend the night there with her. ((OCC: sorry for the late reply.))" Just a few blocks down." Melissa said as she smiled, started to rub his thigh inching closer to him so she could kiss him. She had been widowed, divorced once but her children were in college leaving her alone all the time. Tonight would be the night when she would reclaim herself as a woman, give Dante the best night of his life. It'd been a year or so maybe even longer since she had been with a man, she was a little nervous but excited as well. He smiled as she told him that the hotel was only a few blocks down. He looked into her eyes as he felt her hand on her thigh. Dante moved closer to her and placed his own hand on her thigh too. As he leaned in closer to her, he let his hand lightly stroke and caress her thigh, gradually working its way up her thigh." Well I'm glad we don't have to wait too long to get there. After all, it's going to give us so much more time to enjoy each other, and I know I'm going to enjoy myself with you. In fact, I don't think either one of us will be getting much sleep tonight." He whispered into her ear before he sucked and nibbled softly on her earlobe. His hand continued moving up her thigh before it eventually moved to the inside of her thigh. As it did, he placed a kiss on her lips. ((Sorry for being AWOL for so long.)) Melissa smiled, moaned as she felt his hand slide up further. As soon as his lips met hers she felt a fiery passion. She'd been in a few serious relationships but none of them had this much passion, she was really starting to think Dante was the one. The fact that he had mentioned they wouldn't be getting much sleep made her very happy, she didn't care how old he was. She placed her hand behind his neck as she kissed him back while the other rested on his thigh, she inched her hand a little closer to the crease of his pants. ((That's fine, really it is.)) Dante smiled into the kiss he had placed on her lips. As he felt her kissing him back, he ran his tongue across her lips a few times before he pushed his tongue past her lips. Soon his tongue was wrestling with her own and his hand had continued to inch its way up her thigh. Soon his hand had slid underneath her sexy red dress and the tips of his fingers brushed against her panties ever so slightly. When he felt her hand inching its way up his thigh, he parted his legs a little bit to give her more access. Melissa moaned into the kiss as she watched him part his legs, she smiled as she started to rub the crease in his pants. She was very happy she'd met Dante, she had a feeling it was going to be a wonderful night. In all her years of being alone she'd never imagined falling in love so quickly, she didn't really know a lot about him, but she was certainly smitten with him. She didn't know if she could wait til they got to the hotel or not, but she was getting turned on rather quickly, it was clear he really knew how to please a lady. The kiss they were both sharing was becoming increasingly passionate, and Dante was becoming increasingly turned on, especially when he felt Melissa rubbing the crease in his pants. As she was rubbing the crease in his pants, she would have felt how it gradually began to increase in size. Dante really was beginning to feel glad that he had met Melissa now. After all, he wasn't usually the type of person to leave a club with someone he had only just met. He didn't know what it was about Melissa, but he knew there was something different about her. He wanted to get to know her better. His hand had continued to move up the inside of her thigh, and when he felt the tips of his fingers brush against her panties, his hand still continued moving. His hand didn't stop until the palm of his hand was pressed against her panties. Dante started to rub her pussy through her panties using two of his fingers. Melissa moaned into the kiss as she continued to rub the crease of his pants, she noticed that it increased in size. She smiled as she slid her other hand up under his shirt, started to rub his chest as she kissed him. His touch was really turning her on, it was good that they didn't have much further to go because she certainly couldn't wait much longer. She didn't normally leave the club with random men unless she was completely wasted but this was so much different, she felt so connected to Dante that she had a perfect feeling things would really spark once they were in the hotel room. Dante leaned into her hand a little bit as he felt her sliding her hand up and under his shirt to rub his chest. His hand remained on her panties, and he continued to stroke her pussy through her panties. It wasn't long before he wanted to feel her bare pussy, so he stopped rubbing her through her panties. Dante promptly pulled her panties to one side and once again ran a finger up and down her slit. As he did, he broke from the kiss to catch his breath and looked into her eyes with lust filled eyes of his own." Melissa... I certainly hope it isn't much further to this hotel room. I'm not sure how much longer I can wait to get my hands on you." He whispered before he pushed the tip of his finger inside her. '' Were Here! ''Melissa said as she chewed on her lower lip, removed her hand from the crease of his pants as well as from underneath his shirt. She smiled as she climbed out of the taxi, grabbed her purse. Paying for the room would be no problem she had plenty of money that was no object. As she waited for Dante to get out of the taxi she swung her purse over her shoulder reaching inside for her wallet, of course she had protection, but she didn't really care. She'd given up on ever having kids years ago when her 1st marriage fell through after a few months, she was embracing the teenager with in besides it was so much more intense without. Flipping her hair from her shoulders she reapplied her lipstick, smacked her lips together then looked in the side mirror. Dante was really starting to enjoy himself, but he knew that he was going to have to pull himself together as the taxi had slowed to a stop. When Melissa had told him that they were at their destination, he readjusted his clothes before he eventually stepped out of the taxi to stand beside her. He closed the taxi door and turned his attention back to her once more. As he did, he stepped up behind her and placed his hand on her ass, giving it a soft squeeze." If you want me to, I could pay for the taxi, but either way, I think we better pay for it soon, because I think we could get in trouble if I were to take you right here and right now." He whispered into her ear. Melissa nodded a paid the cab fair, she smiled as she laced her fingers with his then walked with him inside. She asked for a nice suite, paid for it with one of her many credit cards then put the key in the front of her purse. '' We'll take the elevator.'' She said as she walked toward the elevator with a smile she loved elevators, had only kissed someone in one but this would be so much different. It was evident that she was glad her friends had chosen to take her out, she looked forward to making Dante her lover. She saw so much potential in him, she wanted him to be the one man that never left or gave up on her. She was falling for him, she barely knew him, but she wanted him so bad she wanted him more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life. Dante smiled as Melissa had taken his hand in her own. He walked with her into the hotel and was surprised when she paid for their hotel suite. What surprised him more was how much credit cards she had on her. Still, Dante said nothing and just walked with her over to the elevator. He stepped forward once they had reached the elevator and pressed the call button. He looked back to her as they waited for the elevator. Luckily, they didn't have to wait too long as the elevator arrived a few short moments later. He smiled when the elevator doors opened up in front of them. Stepping in front of her, Dante stepped onto the elevator, pulling her into the elevator with him. Once they were inside the elevator, the doors had closed. Melissa pushed him against the wall, started to kiss him again as she slid her hand up under his shirt. She started to rub his chest as she slid her tongue along his lower lip, made it perfectly clear that she couldn't wait til they got to the suit. The suit was on the forth floor, was one of the best ones the hotel had. Every inch of her body was aching for Dante, she hoped he was a long-lasting lover because she'd had her share of one-night stands. Reaching between his legs as she kissed him she squeezed his balls which made it even more evident that she wanted him, she wanted him so bad. Dante was surprised by the way Melissa had pushed him up against the wall as soon as the elevator doors had closed. He had always loved a woman who was able to take charge. When he felt her tongue running along his lower lip, he parted his lips to allow her tongue entry into his mouth. Dante added some more passion into the kiss as his hands soon found their way onto her body. His left hand slid up her body to cup her breast through her dress and his right hand had moved down her body to her thigh. He stroked her thigh a little bit before slowly moving his hand up the inside of her thigh. He continued moving his hand upwards until the tips of his fingers brushed against her panties. Dante couldn't believe how much he really wanted Melissa right now. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted any other woman before. Melissa slid her tongue into his mouth as she let it dance with his she rubbed his chest, started to unbuckle his belt once again. Once it was undone she unbuttoned his pants, slid her hand down into his boxers then started to stroke him. Sadly it didn't take long for the elevator to stop, she had to pull away from him as soon as it dinged to tell them they were on their floor. She waited for the elevator doors to open, once they did, she waited for him patiently taking the key out of her purse with a smile on her face. Her heart was racing, she was excited to get to their room, continue where they had been leaving off, but it wouldn't be long before they were completely naked. Dante had moaned into the kiss as she had slid her tongue into his mouth. He moaned even louder as she had unbuckled his pants and slid her hand into his boxers to stroke his length. Dante almost felt disappointed as he heard the elevator doors opening up. When she had pulled away from him, he didn't bother to buckle up his pants. Instead, he just stepped out of the elevator and followed after her." Melissa, I think we need to hurry up and find this room. I can't wait much longer to get my hands on you for the rest of the night." His eyes met with hers and his voice was dripping with lust and desire. Dante wanted her, and he wanted her so badly. Melissa smiled as he spoke, she took his hand then lead him down the hall smiling even more once she found the room. She slid the key into the slot, watched the light turn green then lifted it out, opened the door. '' Finally! '' Mel said as she pulled him inside, closed the door making sure it was locked. '' You undress me, I'll undress you.'' She said as she kissed him, slid his belt out of the loops then unzipped them. Pushing them down she also pushed down his boxers, smiled she'd been waiting all night for this, now it was finally happening. She was finally alone with him some place where they couldn't be bothered, she really hoped he liked what he saw underneath her dress. Dante smiled and followed Melissa into their hotel room that they were going to spend the night in. He couldn't wait to get inside with her, and the smile on his face widened as he heard what she had said to him. He offered no objections as she had slid his belt out of its loops and then unzipped his pants. Furthermore, he stepped out of his pants and boxer as she had slid them down his legs, and his member was already starting to get hard." I hope you like what you see Melissa." He said as his 10-inch member got harder and harder. Dante stepped closer to her and placed his hands on her body. His hands slid up to her shoulders, and he slowly pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders. He slid them down her arms and then pushed the dress down her body. His lips curled up into more of a smile when he saw her body. '' Mmm Amazing! '' Melissa said as she examined him, started to push up his shirt so she could take it off. She was amazed by his size, she certainly liked what she saw there were no doubts. Chewing on her lip she looked into his eyes, tossed his shirt to the floor once she had it off of him. Running her hands up, down his chest she admired his cock, backed up toward the bed after she'd stepped out of her dress. This was certainly a dream come true, she felt like she was living one of her fantasies with one of the guys she'd dreamt about only this was reality which made it so much better. He smiled at her comment when she had seen his cock. He was very glad that she liked what she saw." Well I'm glad you like it because I'm loving what I'm seeing right now." As he had said this, his eyes had remained on her body, and he had licked his lips a little bit. Dante slowly moved with her as she had backed up to the bed, and he was standing right in front of her when she had reached the bed. Stepping up to her, he pressed his body against hers, wrapping one arm around her. As he did, his other hand slid down her body and moved between her thighs. He slid his hand inside her panties and slowly started to stroke her pussy with two of his fingers. Dante pressed his lips against hers as he slipped the tips of his fingers inside her. Melissa smiled as she listened to what he said to her, as he pressed his body up against hers her smile widened. She moaned into the kiss as she tilted her head back, wrapped her arms around his neck. This was going to be the best night of her life, nothing bothered her she couldn't care less about the consequences. Her reasoning was because she was older, didn't really think she had to worry about getting pregnant she did however have a condom in her purse just in case. She didn't care though because the latex would only ruin everything, she wanted this to be everything there would be no restraint to what he could do to her. Dante pressed his body up against hers some more as she had moaned into the kiss. As he heard her moaning into the kiss, Dante added some more passion into the kiss and pushed his tongue past her lips. His tongue was soon wrestling with hers as he pushed his two fingers deeper inside of her. As he pushed his fingers in all the way, he started to tease her clit with his thumb. Dante pulled away from the kiss for a brief moment as the speed of his fingers inside of her gradually started to pick up. He looked into Melissa's eyes with a lustful look." Wow, you feel so tight around my fingers Melissa. I can't wait to feel how tight you feel around my cock, but.....do you want to use protection or not?" He asked in a curious, yet lustful tone as he continued to finger her. '' Not. I know all the consequences, but I'm too old for the main one.'' Melissa said as she tilted her head, closed her eyes moaning. She was enjoying herself already, didn't want to ruin it with a condom. The consequences didn't scare her, she didn't know if she could get pregnant or not, but she didn't really care either way. The red head was in love with a complete stranger, she could see herself him get closer to her than she'd let any of the men she'd been with then she'd used protection. But tonight was different, that was because she was only somewhat drunk, she was very interested in Dante whereas the others had just been one-night stands. Dante genuinely wasn’t too sure if Melissa would want to use protection or not, which was why he had asked. When he heard her response, he just smiled and nodded his head.” Okay, well I just thought it would be a good idea to ask.” He smiled and returned the focus of his attention to her neck once more. He started sucking on her neck as his fingers moved faster and faster inside of her. Dante honestly didn’t know what was going to happen after tonight, but there was a part of him that was hoping it would lead to something more than just a one-night stand. With his lips still pressed against her neck, he stepped forward and moved his other hand around her back. As he did, he gently moved onto the bed with her. Melissa nodded, smiled as he went back to sucking on her neck. She moaned as he fingered her faster, smirked when he moved onto the bed with her. Of course the bed had been made recently, but she didn't really feel like pulling back the covers at the moment. She looked into his eyes, chewed on her lower lip as she tilted her head to the side a little so he had better access to her neck. This was certainly a dream come true, she was hoping what happened tonight lead to something that lasted for a very long time. She didn't care how young he was she'd never felt this way about anyone, it was a feeling she wanted to last for a very long time. As he had fallen back onto the bed with her, he started to finger her just that little bit faster, and he smiled to himself when he saw the way she had tilted her head to the side for him. He didn’t make an attempt to pull back the covers. He was more focused on what he was doing to Melissa. Gradually, he started to slow the movement of his fingers inside of her, but he continued to tease her clit with his thumb. Dante started to place kisses all over her neck as she had tilted her head to the side. After a few moments, he kissed a trail up to her ear, and then he took her earlobe into his mouth. Dante sucked on her earlobe and nibbled on it a little before pulling away.” I want to taste you Melissa.” He whispered seductively into her ear. Dante didn’t know what he was feeling, mainly because he had never had such strong feelings for a woman before. '' Then go ahead. I'm not stopping you. You're allowed to-do whatever you want.'' Melissa said, she was giving him permission to do whatever he wanted to do. She wouldn't deny anything he wanted to do to her, there was no hesitation. He was already turning her on, since she'd never actually experienced oral pleasure. Her body shivered just slightly as she thought about the experience of being pleasured orally, she'd never felt this strong about any man she'd been with so she was open to anything new. Her heart rate had slowed down a little, but it was gradually speeding up because the pleasure was just amazing so far, she had a feeling it would only get better from there. Dante smiled some more as he heard the words that came out of Melissa’s mouth. He had no idea if any guy had ever gone down on her before, but he was going to make sure she thoroughly enjoyed herself. Dante may not have been the type of guy to usually pick women up at clubs, but he had always enjoyed being able to pleasure women orally. His eyes met with hers for a moment.” Well just lay back and enjoy it Melissa.” He smiled some more before he started to slowly move down her body. Dante’s hands were on her hips as he had finally been able to position himself between her legs. As he had positioned himself between her legs, he moved his hands to her panties and started to pull them slowly down her hips. His eyes remained locked with hers as he pulled her panties off, and then he tossed them onto the floor. Smirking a little bit, he laid down on his stomach as his face moved between her legs. He moved, so his face was right in front of her pussy, and the tip of his nose was brushing against her clit as he stuck his tongue out and ran it up and down her slit a few times. Placing his hands around her thighs, he pushed his tongue past her pussy lips and pushed it inside of her. Dante soon started to flick his tongue back and forth inside of her slow at first, but gradually getting faster. Melissa smiled as she watched him, she reached for the pillow behind her as she started to dig her nails into it. Tilting her head she moaned, closed her eyes just letting him please her. She was already feeling like she was on an exotic island being eaten out by a hot cabana boy, that had always been a fantasy of hers, now it was basically coming true. No Dante wasn't a cabana boy, she wasn't on an exotic island, but she was feeling amazing for the first time in a very long time. All she could do was moan nothing else would leave her mouth, the pleasure just felt amazing which meant it could only get better as the night went on. She normally picked up guys at the clubs, but they normally had a few drinks went back to her place then the guy left the next morning, but she hoped this would be different. Dante smiled as he heard Melissa moaning as he had started to eat her pussy. He was glad that he was able to make her feel good, and he had no intention of stopping until he had been able to make her cum. As his tongue flickered back and forth inside of her, he moved his face from side to side. His nose would occasionally brush against her clit as he was moving his face from side to side, and the speed of his flickering tongue gradually started to increase. Dante smiled and lapped up all of her juices that she had to offer him, even though there were some that dripped down his chin. As he continued to pleasure her, there was a large part of him that was hoping this was going to lead to something more. Sure, he knew that she was older than him, but age had always just been a number to him anyway. He didn’t care if she was older than I. All that mattered to him was how she was able to make him feel, and she was able to stir up feelings within him that he hadn’t felt in a long time. Melissa moaned as she chewed on her lower lip, dug her nails into the pillow. She closed her eyes as she smiled realizing she'd never felt anything so amazing in her life, she tilted her head back as she arched her back. '' Mmm Dante! '' The red head moaned as she reached forward, tangled her fingers in his hair as she pushed his head down a little further with her fingertips. She was experiencing nothing but pleasure, she really hoped things moved on from there because she didn't want another one-night stand. Her breathing was growing heavy, erratic as her heart raced with a smile on her face. In all her years of playing the field since her divorce she'd never developed feelings towards anyone, for some reason Dante was different from all the men she'd been with which made it nice to hope that they could take things further. As he had continued to pleasure her, Dante had to admit that she tasted absolutely incredible. Sure, she may not be the first woman that he had eaten out, but she certainly was one who tasted better than the rest. He closed his eyes as his tongue flickered back and forth inside of her, and even though she couldn’t see it, there was a smile on his face. Dante lapped up her juices as he pleasured her more and more. Then he felt her fingers in his hair and he felt her pushing his face further into her pussy. Taking this as a sign that she must have wanted more, he started to move his head back and forth just a little bit faster. His tongue began to move faster inside of her, and then he moved his left hand around from her thigh, and he moved it closer to her pussy. Dante started to rub her clit with his thumb and he slid a finger inside her. All he was focused on was bringing her pleasure. He wanted to make her feel perfect, and he didn’t plan on stopping until he had pushed her over the edge and made her orgasm. Dante didn’t really know how Melissa felt, and he didn’t know if she wanted to take things further. He didn’t know if this was just going to be a one-night stand for her, but he knew that he was hoping that it could become something more. Melissa moaned as she played with his hair, opened her eyes. Watching his head bob back, forth she chewed on her lower lip as her climax built up. Her nipples hardened from the pleasure she was receiving, she hoped her climax reached its peak soon because she knew she needed him inside of her. Her intentions were to never make him just another one-night stand, she would make sure they were so much more. She'd never felt this amazing around anyone, with all the pleasure her heart was racing, but it was also skipping a beat as she breathed heavily. Dante couldn’t help but love every minute of what he was currently doing to Melissa. He loved how she seemed to be enjoying herself so much, and it only made him want to pleasure her and please her more. Of course, he was also becoming incredibly turned on by it all too, and the more he licked her pussy, the more he wanted to be inside of her. Dante’s tongue was moving as fast as it could possibly manage inside of her. His finger was also moving faster than before as he could sense she was getting closer and closer to her climax. Dante remained confident that her inevitable climax was going to be the first of many she would be likely to experience tonight. Melissa moaned a little louder as she got closer to her climax, she continued to play with his hair as she tilted her head. Arching her back she dug her nails into his scalp, held his face as close as she could to her pussy. It didn't take long for her climax to reach it's peak, without warning she just exploded then smiled. '' Dante you're amazing! This night can only get better.'' The red head said as she hoped that when he came up for air after swallowing her juices, cleaning her up he agreed. She'd enjoyed the oral pleasure, had a feeling it could just get better, but she normally liked to be on top for the first round. Dante only increased the speed in which he had been moving his tongue and finger inside of her. His thumb had continued to rub slow circles over her clit, and he stuck his tongue in even deeper when Melissa had held his face as close as possible to her pussy. Dante really didn’t know how long it was going to take him to finally make Melissa cum, but he didn’t really mind how long it might take her simply due to the fact he loved to eat pussy. When she did finally cum, he smiled against her pussy as she came all over his face. Dante opened his mouth wide and did his best to drink down as much of her juices as he possibly could. However, he couldn’t swallow all of her juices as some of her juices ended up dripping down his chin and cheeks. He slowed the movement of his tongue inside of her, eventually pulling his tongue and finger out of her pussy. His thumb was still moving ever so softly over her clit as he ran his tongue up and down her slit a few times. When he was certain he had gotten the rest of her juices, he took a deep breath as he moved back up her body. As he moved back up her body, she would have seen her juices dripping down his chin as he had moved up the bed to lay beside her. Once he was beside her, he pressed his lips against hers for a brief yet passionate kiss. Dante pulled away a few short moments later.”Thanks, Melissa, but that was just as amazing for me. You tasted incredible. I don’t think I’ve tasted a pussy as good as yours before, and I agree that this night can only get better. I don’t think either of us will be getting much sleep tonight.” He said before pressing his lips against hers again. Melissa smiled as she laid her head against his shoulder, just cuddled with him. She slid her hand down his arm, laced her fingers with his. '' I'm glad I tasted so good, I'll sleep when I'm dead. It's what my daddy always said when he had to work late.'' The red head said as she blushed a little, her daddy was six feet under, but she remembered everything he taught her while she was growing up. Her mama on the other hand she never saw her mama cause her mama was in, out of rehab from the time she was three to the time she was nineteen years old. For all she knew her mama was six feet under to, but she'd lost touch with her family after her father's funeral, it seemed like her siblings had disowned her then to so she didn't really care for any of them. When he pressed his lips against hers again she deepened the kiss a little, slid her tongue along his bottom lip. It was hard for Dante to hide the smile that had formed on his face as he had laid down beside Melissa. As she had laced her fingers with his, he let his thumb rub against the back of her hand.” You tasted very good Melissa, and I look forward to being able to taste you again.” He smiled some more and couldn’t help but think how sexy she looked when she blushed. Sure, he hadn’t seen her blushing before, but he still thought she looked sexy. His fingers remained linked with hers as she had deepened the kiss a little bit. As he felt her tongue sliding along his bottom lip, he parted his lips to give her tongue access, and his other hand moved to her hip. Dante placed his hand on her hip as his tongue started to wrestle with hers. Slowly, his hand moved up her hip, moving over her toned stomach and up towards her pert breasts. Dante added even more passion into the kiss as he squeezed her hand gently. Melissa moaned into the kiss as her tongue danced with his, she watched his hand closely. She'd let plenty of men touch her, but there had never been a connection there, this was the 1st time she ever felt the romantic spark with them. It was nice that for once she felt the romantic spark, she hoped it lasted a long time after they spent the night in the hotel. She had plenty of room back at her apartment so she would gladly let him move in if he wanted to, she would ask him when the night was over. Melissa felt like a princess falling in love with her prince charming for the first time, she didn't want that feeling to end. She wanted this to be her first long term relationship, whatever happened nothing worried her anymore because she was falling so head over heals her head was spinning. Dante’s lips remained pressed against hers and his tongue wrestled with hers some more. As he had added more passion into the kiss, his hand had finally reached her breast, and he cupped her breast softly in his hand. He started to grope and caress her breast in a gentle manner as his other hand remained linked with hers. Eventually, he was forced to reluctantly pull back from the kiss to catch his breath, but his eyes gazed into hers as he caught his breath. There was a smile on his face too.” You know…. I’m really glad I went out tonight….because if I didn’t, then I never would have met you.” He whispered to her before his lips found hers again. This time, the kiss to her lips was a brief one as he kissed slowly down to her neck. When his lips reached her neck, he started to kiss and suck softly on her neck. '' I was reluctant myself. I mean all my girlfriends have husbands or boyfriends, I've been single since I got divorced. I've had a few hookups, but nothing like this.'' Melissa said as she moaned, chewed on her lower lip. She was so happy right now nothing could ruin her night, take her off cloud nine. In her heart she felt like she'd found the right one finally, she really wanted things to last between them. This would be her 1st real relationship since her divorce, she really wanted it to work out with Dante because he made her feel something she'd never felt before. She felt like a teenager falling in love for the 1st time, it felt absolutely amazing. Dante was surprised to know that he hadn’t been the only one to feel reluctant about hooking up with a completely random stranger. It wasn’t something he would do very often. He listened as she spoke.” And how long have you been single Melissa? A few months? Or is it longer?” He asked in a curious tone.” And hooking up with strangers isn’t really something I’ve done very often. The few times I have done it, I don’t recall it being anything like this. This is the first time it’s been like this for me.” There was a smile on his face as he had said this, and then he sucked and nibbled on her neck a little more. This time though, he sucked and nibbled on her neck a little harder than before. His hands were still wandering over her body.” It’s weird….but I’ve never felt like this before.” He said as he looked back up at her. '' I've been single for a few years maybe. Discovered my ex cheating on me, well since he refused to make me sign a prenuptial agreement I basically got everything when we split. '' Melissa said as she leaned back, looked at Dante she didn't care how long she'd been single, she hoped he didn't either. When she heard him say he'd never felt like this before she had to agree with him because she'd never felt this close to anyone she'd been with. '' Being with you is amazing, I've never felt like this before.'' She said as she kissed him, rubbed his chest with her hand just wanting to make him feel comfortable while they relaxed a little. Dante nodded his head a little bit when she told him how long she had been single. He didn’t really feel as if he had a problem with how long she had been single, especially when he considered the fact he had been single for a while.” I think your ex is really stupid for cheating on you. It’s hard to believe someone would want to cheat on you, it really is.” He spoke in a genuine tone as he had said this to her.” By the way, I don’t have a problem with how long you have been single as I have been single for a while too. Just think that we may never have met if we weren’t single.” The smile on his face widened some more, and he nodded his head in agreement with what she had said. He gazed into her eyes and lightly cupped her cheek and stroked it softly.” I’m glad that you seem to feel the same way too.” He spoke in a soft tone, smiling sweetly.” And to think that I thought this was going to be nothing more than a one-night stand when I first met you…but now I’m beginning to hope that this can lead to……something more.” He said, smiling still. '' Then we want the same thing.'' Melissa said as she rubbed his chest, kissed him. She was ready for another round, she could be very dominated when she wanted to be. It'd been so long she didn't know if she remembered how to be in control, but she knew one thing, that was that she wanted to spend every night with him even if it meant asking him to move in when she barely knew anything about him. She felt young again, she wasn't that old, but she was old enough, he was so young compared to her so she felt like a teenager all over again being with him. This was all part of fate smiling down upon her since she'd been alone for so long, she wanted things to go long term. The smile already on Dante’s face widened considerably when she told him how they wanted the same thing.” You want this to become more than just a one-night stand too?” He asked, smiling some more. As she rubbed his chest, his hand moved from her cheek, and he started to let his fingers slide through her hair. He returned the kiss she placed on his lips, and as he did, he added some more passion into the kiss. His other hand slid slowly down to her hip, and he pulled away from the kiss after a few short moments. His eyes met with hers as his hand moved from her hip and down to the top of her thigh. Dante really couldn’t believe that he was able to feel this way about someone like this before. Not only had he never felt this way about anyone before, but until now, he had never found himself attracted to an older woman. He knew how there were going to be some people who wouldn’t understand after finding out about him and Melissa, especially if things were to develop into a full-blown relationship. Dante knew how people were going to question her age, but right now, he didn’t really care what others might think, mainly because of how strong his feelings for her had become. '' Yeah I do.'' Melissa said as she rubbed his chest, kissed him. She watched his hand with a smile as she slid her hand down his chest, let it hover just above his cock as she moaned into the kiss. This was something she'd longed for someone she'd always wanted, for the 1st time she felt like she was truly in love. She didn't care what people thought about her being older than him that didn't matter to her. Age was just a number as far as she was concerned, of course she would focus on showing him experiences she was positive he'd never experienced before. She was certainly experiencing new things, she was feeling perfect about what might become of this night it was like fate had put them together. It didn't matter that she didn't really know all that much about him, she just felt amazed that he had come into life at the perfect time. The smile remained on Dante’s face as Melissa told him that she wanted the same thing as him.” Well that’s perfect to hear Melissa, it really is. I’m glad we both want the same thing out of this.” As he had pulled away from the kiss placed on her lips, he took the time to catch his breath as his hand remained close to her thigh and pussy. Dante let the tips of his fingers move perilously close to her pussy, but he never actually touched it. For the time being, he just wanted to tease her, even though his lust for her was growing by the minute. Dante still couldn’t believe how lucky he was to meet Melissa. Not only was she incredibly attractive, but she also seemed to feel the same way he did. It was strange, but he felt more for her than he ever had done for any girl his own age. Tilting his head down a little bit, he pressed his lips against her neck and started to suck and nibble on her neck as he allowed the tips of his fingers to brush against her pussy. Melissa moaned as she tilted her head, wrapped her hand around his cock as she started to stroke him. She was really enjoying herself, couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so in love. It'd been a long time since she'd really let her guard down, despite the alcohol in her system she knew what she was feeling was real. She knew Dante was the one to fill the void that made her life feel like it was incomplete, money was obviously no object since she'd just spent a good bit of it on the most expensive suite the hotel had. Dante moaned softly, closing his eyes as he felt her wrapping her hand around his cock and stroking him up and down. A lustful smile formed on his lips as he looked into her eyes. Shortly after she had started to stroke his cock, Dante decided to stop teasing her, and he moved his fingers closer to her pussy. Dante slowly slid three fingers inside of her, and he pushed his three fingers inside her pussy until they were knuckled deep. His thumb came to rest against her clit, and he began to move his thumb in small circles over her clit as he started moving his fingers back and forth inside of her. He increased the pace in which he was moving them slowly until they were moving faster and faster inside of her. Pulling his lips away from her neck briefly, his eyes met with hers again.” You know….just what to do to….push my buttons…. Melissa.” He moaned to her, moving his fingers faster still.” I….want you so….much right now. I want you….more than I’ve….ever wanted….any other….girl.” He whispered as his lust continued to grow. Melissa smiled, moaned arching her back a little as her heart raced. She was really enjoying herself, if there were consequences such as pregnancy she would deal with it. Of course, she didn't know if it was possible or not because she'd tried with her husband until he started cheating on her, that's what had caused her divorce but then again even though they had tried her husband/ex-husband had told her he didn't want children. But that was the past this was now, she still wanted a child but if she didn't get pregnant at all then it wasn't meant to be. She pushed all that aside as she focused on stroking Dante's cock, moaning as he fingered her. When he said he wanted her more than he'd ever wanted any other girl she smiled softly realizing that was the best compliment ever, she didn't really know how to react to it other than smiling. The smile remained on Dante’s face as he saw the way Melissa was reacting to his touch. He loved giving her pleasure and loved the way she reacted to that pleasure. He wanted to give her more pleasure than he was already giving her. Dante’s fingers continued to pick up speed as they moved back and forth inside of her, and his thumb moved a little harder over her clit. Another moan of pleasure escaped his lips as she had continued stroking his cock.” Mmm….you do that so well Melissa. If you keep stroking my cock like that….then I really don’t think I’m going to….last much longer.” Dante whispered, kissing down her neck and to her breasts. Soon, his lips reached her breasts, and he wrapped his lips around her left nipple. He let his tongue flicker over her nipple as his fingers were moving as fast as they possibly could inside of her. Melissa smiled, moaned as she strokes him closing her eyes she managed to stay focused. " Then we'll go one more round, be done for the night. I have nowhere to be, nothing to do." She said as she stroked him faster harder, a little rougher while her heart raced her breathing grew erratic. This was the best night of her life, it all started when her friends asked her to go out with them. Now she was head over heals for someone younger them her, she didn't care what others would think. This was the best she had felt since her divorce, she wanted a long term relationship with him. Dante’s smile widened, and he nodded his head as he listened to Melissa.” Mmmm…. I like the idea of going one more round with you, especially if it’s going to be as good as the last round.” He whispered to her before he sucked and nibbled on her erect nipple. After a few moments, he pulled away from her nipple and started to kiss all around her breast. Dante managed to maintain the speed in which his fingers were moving inside of her, and he couldn’t stop himself from moaning against her breast as she stroked him faster, harder and rougher. He pulled away from her breast soon afterward and looked down and into her eyes.” If you keep that up….then you’re going….to make….me cum….all over your hand….real soon….but I really….want to….be inside you Melissa.” He moaned a little louder as she stroked him harder, faster and rougher still. Dante had never really expected any of this when he had stepped out of his front door tonight. He hadn’t known if he was going to meet anyone on his night out, and he certainly hadn’t anticipated feeling so strongly for the person he did meet. This wasn’t the first time he had met someone in a club, but this was the first time he had developed such strong feelings for the woman he did meet tonight. Melissa smiled, she stopped stroking him after hearing he would explode in her hand real soon. She laid there watching him as she smiled, her legs were spread as wide as they would go, she wanted him inside of her. '' I want you inside of me again as well, I'm not getting any younger.'' The red head joked as she arched her back, tilted her head as her climax built up. She wanted him to be inside of her when she came, this would be it for the night because though some women managed to get a second wind. But Melissa wasn't exactly a spring chicken she was in her mid-thirties, didn't have as much energy as she did when she was younger, but she knew the feelings she had toward Dante wouldn't change despite what others might think later on. Dante did feel slightly disappointed when Melissa had stopped stroking him, but that disappointment was short-lived as he watched her spreading her legs for him. His eyes drifted down her body and to her pussy, and the smile on his face widened when he saw just how wet she really was. His eyes met with hers as he heard what she said.” Hmm, well it’s good to see that we both want the same thing Melissa.” Dante smiled again as he positioned himself between her spread legs. He took a hold of his hard cock in one hand and positioned it against her pussy. Before he slid inside of her, he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet slit a few times, just to tease her. Dante teased her for a few seconds before he eventually pushed his hips forward, driving his cock inside her. He tilted his head back and moaned in pleasure as his cock entered her, and his hips pushed forward until his hips met hers.” Mmm…well you might not be getting any younger, but you’re as tight as any girl ten years younger.” He moaned, pulling his hips back soon afterward. He pulled his hips back until just the tip of his cock remained inside of her, and then he thrust forward again, gradually increasing the speed in which his cock was moving inside of her. His hands started to move over her body, and he pressed his lips against her left breast. Melissa started to thrust her hips against his as she moaned, arched her back a little. She tilted her head, closed her eyes as she enjoyed the pleasure of him inside of her. It felt absolutely amazing, she could certainly see herself waking up next to him every morning. She could finally get back to cooking, what she loved about having someone else in the house. It had been a long time, she hated being alone, so Dante was perfect. She was falling harder than she'd ever fallen for anyone in her life, the only person she'd ever really fallen for was her ex-husband, but that was all in the past this was the present. Making sure her hair was out of the way she continued to thrust her hips against his as a climax started to build up, she would make sure she didn't fake it like she had a few times with her ex-husband and with a few men but not Dante she would actually let it all go this time around with him. Dante moaned softly as Melissa thrust her hips against his. He pulled away from her left breast after sucking and nibbling on her rather erect nipple for a few moments. After pulling away, he switched to her right breast and started to kiss and suck all around her nipple. After he had kissed all around it, he started to suck hard on her breast in an attempt to give her a love bite. Dante had never really been like this with any of the women he had spent the night with. He had never really taken the time to give them as much pleasure as he was currently trying to give to Melissa. It was just like he had never felt the way about them that he currently felt about her. What was stranger for him was the fact that his feelings for her only seemed to be getting stronger and stronger. It was something that he couldn’t quite explain, and if he was honest with himself, he wasn’t sure he wanted to explain it either. As he was paying careful attention to her breast, his right hand slid slowly up her body moving over her stomach and breast and up to her cheek and then her hair. As he did this, he increased the speed of his thrusts inside her, moaning against her breast as he did so. Finally, he pulled away, satisfied that the mark he had left on her breast was big enough. As he pulled away, he thrust harder and faster into her and looked down into her eyes with a lustful expression on his face. As he looked into her eyes, he really had no idea what his family and friends were going to think as Melissa was around the same age as his aunt. Still, he didn’t really care what anyone would think. All that mattered to him was how him and Melissa felt about each other. Melissa thrust her hips against his as her heart raced her body began to sweat, her breathing had grown pretty erratic. She didn't really worry about her parents because that hadn't spoken to her since she left for college as a teenager, got married at twenty-one. Her parents never really questioned her judgement because they just wanted her to be happy, now she was happy so she figured he could meet her parents someday. She stayed focused on the matter at hand, moaned as the pleasure ran through her body knowing it was only the beginning of a wonderful thing. The red head would thank her friends later who she was sure would think she'd made a mistake, but she didn't really care because she'd always been jealous of the fact that had wonderful marriages, that they could screw around like they weren't married which confused her a little, but she never focused on it for to long. As she thrust her hips up to meet his, Dante’s breathing continued to get heavier and heavier. He really didn’t think he was going to be able to last much longer at this rate. Dante gazed into her eyes with a lustful smile on his face. His hands continued to move over her body as he thrust into her more and more.” Melissa…. I don’t think I’m….going to be able…..to last….much longer.” He said as the speed of his thrusts had increased just a little bit.” I’m going to….cum…real…soon.” He whispered to her, and as he did, his fingers soon found their way to her hair again. Dante’s other hand had moved to her left breast, and he started to caress and massage her breast in that same gentle manner he had done before.” You really are….very…..incredible Melissa.” He whispered breathlessly before he leaned in close to her and pressed his lips against hers again. He pulled away from the kiss a few short moments later, breathing slightly heavier than before.” I’m so close now.” He said, thrusting into her still.” Cum with me…. Melissa.” Melissa moaned as she first continued to thrust her hips against his, listened to everything he said. When he told her to cum with him, she smiled, arched her back a little more as her climax continued to build up. She was rather close, could possibly cum in sync with him if she focused on her orgasm. This would be the first time she'd ever cum with the person that was inside of her, she took various deep breaths staying focused as her climax drew closer to its peak. Dante didn’t really know if Melissa would actually be able to cum with him, but it certainly didn’t stop him from hoping that she could. Sure, he had never cummed with a partner before, but he hoped that Melissa would be the first. Dante saw the smile that formed on her face, and he continued thrusting into her. He slowed the speed of his thrusts, just so that he would be able to hold off his climax just long enough for her to cum with him. As he looked down and into her eyes, he could see that she was close too, and it made him think that it certainly was possible that they would be able to cum together. Dante dropped his head forward and pressed his lips against her neck. He started to kiss and suck o her neck, whilst still thrusting into her. His climax was getting closer and closer, and he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to hold it off for too long. Melissa sighed as she moaned, her climax grew much closer she was positive she would be able to release when he did. She arched her back a little more, laid her legs over his shoulders. The pleasure of him sucking on her neck as he thrust into her was making it harder for her to hold back, she was starting to think she wouldn't be able to hold back. She was sweating bullets, getting so close to having to release that her body ached all over. This would be the 1st time she'd ever attempted releasing at the same time as her partner, she was going to try to hold back until he released then she would be right behind him. As he thrust into her, Dante could feel the way her pussy was pulsing and clenching around his cock. He heard her moaning and arching her back, and as she placed her legs over his shoulders, he leaned in closer to her. Dante placed a hand around the top of her thigh as he pulled away from her neck. He looked down and into her eyes, feeling himself getting increasingly closer and closer to a climax. He thrust into her a little harder and faster, and he could feel himself getting pushed over the edge. Dante thrust into her one final time, and as he did, he was finally able to climax.” Ughh…. I’m…..cumming.” He moaned loudly as he finally felt his cock erupt inside of her. Rope after rope of his thick and warm cum filled her tight passage, and he pressed his lips hard against hers until he had finished cumming around ten seconds later. Melissa wasn't far behind him as soon as he started releasing she followed suit, released her own climax. Her juices exploded all over his cock, once he finished cumming she smiled. '' That was absolutely amazing.'' She said as she ran her fingers through her hair, looked at the time. The clock said eleven forty-five, but she wasn't sure if it was right or wrong, she didn't really care. She didn't have a job, she was in absolutely no hurry to get home she just wanted to spend as much time with Dante as she could. Dante pulled away from the passionate kiss he had pressed against her lips as he had been cumming inside of her. He could feel the way her pussy had tightened around his cock as she had finally cummed with him. He was still breathing quite heavily as he had pulled away from the kiss, and there was a smile on his face as he gazed down and into her eyes.” That was….amazing Melissa. You…were…amazing.” He whispered to her before he started to pull out of her. Dante groaned softly as he pulled his softening cock out of her, and after pulling out of her, he lay down beside her and stared up at the ceiling.” I’ve….never cum…with anyone like that…before.” He said as he looked back to her. There was still a smile on his face as he had looked back to her.” I…don’t mean to spoil…the moment….but what is going to happen….after tonight?” '' Well I was thinking. I have a fairly nice house, have plenty of room. Plus it can get rather lonely.'' Melissa said as she smiled, kissed him. She let him think about it while she rolled onto her side turned off the light, closed her eyes. It was time she got a little sleep, she could shower in the morning, but she hoped he didn't leave because she really wanted him to move in with her. She was sound asleep but could wake up at the drop of a hat, as soon as he came to a decision she would wake up to hear it, but she needed to get some beauty sleep. Dante stopped to think about what she had said before she turned off her light and rolled over to get some sleep. From what he could tell, it was almost as if she was saying he should move in with her. The smile on his face widened some more as he thought her words over more and more. After a few seconds, he placed one arm around her waist and leaned in close to her ear. He didn’t know if she had fallen asleep already or not though.” If you’re asking me what I think you’re asking me, and if you’re still awake, then the answer is……yes.” He whispered softly to her. Dante glanced up at the clock on the wall and could see it was nearly midnight. He reached over and turned off the light by his side, and then he laid down with his arm around her waist, spooning her. Dante rested his head on the pillow and closed his eyes as he attempted to get some sleep. '' Yes that's what I was getting at, sounds great. '' Melissa said as she smiled, she still had her eyes closed, but she hadn't exactly fallen asleep yet. Once she heard him say the answer she was looking for she could sleep better knowing that this wasn't the end for them, she looked forward to introducing him to some of her friends. She didn't care what they thought, she could introduce him to her parents once again she didn't care what they thought. Being with Dante made her happier then she'd ever been when she was married, maybe one day she would be a bride again, but she didn't want to rush into things. She wanted to take things slow, let them gradually move beyond the stage they were in now. Dante smiled as he heard what she had said after he had laid down beside her. He had never really lived with anyone before, and he couldn’t help but look forward to it. He didn’t know what it was going to be like to live with her, but he certainly looked forward to finding out. Dante snuggled up closer to her and his arm remained around her waist as he started to fall into a sleep. There was a part of him that was glad that this wasn’t just going to be a one-night stand. He hadn’t known Melissa long, but there was something about her that was different. Something about her made him want something more than just one night with her. It was true that she may have been older than him, but her age didn’t bother him in the slightest. Sure, it may have bothered other people, but he didn’t really care what others might think about her. In his opinion, all that mattered was what he thought and felt about her. Dante genuinely did want to be with her, and he couldn’t believe that she actually felt the same way. Of course, he was glad that she did feel the same way, and he only hoped that they would be able to make a relationship work between them. Melissa was so glad she had gone out, she placed her hands on his as she smiled. She'd had the best night of her life, morning would approach soon. For the first time since her divorce she was glad that she would be taking someone home with her, she couldn't wait to help him move in. She wasn't worried about his age, she didn't care what others might think. It was nice to be happy again, Dante made her happy. She wouldn't push anything on him like commitment, if their sex got her pregnant then it got her pregnant. When he had stepped out of his front door to begin his night out earlier that night, the last thing Dante had expected was to meet someone like Melissa and go back to a hotel room with her. He certainly hadn’t imagined he would have agreed to move in with her….or anyone else for that matter. However, Dante had never felt so strongly about someone before. He didn’t know what it was about her that made him feel the way he did. It was something he couldn’t quite describe, and he didn’t know if he wanted to try either. All he knew was that Melissa made him feel things no-one else could. As attractive as some of the girls his age were, they just didn’t make him feel the way Melissa did. She may have been older than him, but that didn’t matter in the slightest to Dante. Besides, age was just a number to him, and it wasn’t all that important. He didn’t think so anyway. Dante remained close to her with his arm wrapped around her waist as he slept through the night. There was a smile on his face as he slept, and he was able to sleep much better than he had done in a long time. Eventually the morning came around, and the sunlight started to creep in through the pulled curtains. The time was around 9am by the time Dante eventually started to stir in the bed. Melissa felt him stir a little, she was pretty much already awake, but her eyes were still closed. She didn't worry about a shower because she didn't have any extra clothes with her, had a phobia about using hotel bathrooms. The blonde opened her eyes kissed the top of his forehead, smiled as she propped up a pillow leaning against it, she just watched him. She was in love, if asked is she believed in love at first sight she would have said yes because Dante had proven it to be true. Dante stirred a little more in the bed when he felt a kiss being placed on his forehead. He remained sleeping for another five minutes before his eyes eventually started to open. As his eyes opened, he turned over onto his back and yawned as he finally woke up. As he had woken up, he sat up in the bed and turned to see Melissa beside him. He rubbed his eyes and smiled at her.” Hey there beautiful.” He said almost in a whisper. The smile remained on his face as he cupped a hand over his mouth to stifle a yawn.” Have you been awake long?” He asked as he shifted a little bit in the bed. " Not really woke up a few minutes ago, I was going to order some room service. " Melissa said as she smiled, ran her fingers through her hair. She would give her driver a call, have him pick them up the arrangement for a moving truck to get his stuff. It was all figured out, she couldn't have asked for anything better than what she had right now. For the first time since her divorce over a year or so ago she was in love, it felt amazing. She never wanted the feeling to end, the connection she had with him was amazing. Dante smiled and sat up some more as he listened to what Melissa had to say.” Room service sounds like a good idea. I think we could both do with some breakfast after a night like last night. Anyway, would we have to be out of here by a certain time?” He asked as he started to wake up some more. Dante still found it hard to believe that the events of last night had actually happened. He had gone out for a fun night out, but it had turned into something so much more. He had met and fallen in love with someone. It was something he hadn’t expected to happen so quickly, but at the same time, he did feel glad that it had happened. Now he just wondered what the future would hold for him and Melissa. He did look forward to finding out though. '' I think check out is around two. '' Melissa said as she smiled, kissed him. She picked up the phone, called room service waiting patiently for an answer she continued to smile as she looked at the handsome man laying in bed next to her. This was the 1st time she'd been happy in a real long time, she was so glad she had gone out with the girls. She wasn't going to be alone anymore, being with someone younger than her made her feel like she was a teenager again. Her house was quite big she lived in a two-story condo, had a guest house which was also known as the pool house. Dante smiled as Melissa told him when check out was. He returned the kiss she had pressed against his lips, and as she got on the phone to order room service, Dante sat up in the bed. He turned his attention back to her a second or so later.” Ah, so we still have quite a few hours to ourselves before we have to get out of here.” He shifted on the bed, turning to face her some more as he laid on his side. As he did, he let his hand slide down to her thigh and stroked it softly.” So, what are we getting with room service? Or are you still waiting to get through? And I wonder how we can pass the time after breakfast?” He asked in a curious tone. His eyes met with hers, and he smiled softly.” I had such a good time last night Melissa, I really did, and I can’t wait to spend more time with you.” He smiled softly before pressing a gentle kiss against her lips. Melissa ordered various things off the breakfast buffet, hung up the phone then smiled. '' I ordered quite a few things really, some fresh brewed coffee. As for what we'll do to kill time after breakfast I'm not quite sure about that, last night was amazing. Once were out of here, get you moved in it'll be like we were never apart. I believe we were meant to be as soon as our eyes met.'' She said as she moaned a little, smiled looking into his eyes once his lips touched hers again she couldn't help but let the kiss linger. Of course, she would have to get dressed for breakfast she was sure her dress was still rather clean, she could shower then change once she was back at her condo. Dante nodded his head as Melissa told him what she had ordered off the breakfast buffet. In all honesty, he didn't really care about what she had ordered. He was just happy to be spending time with her. He smiled as she spoke about the previous night being amazing." Ah, so I'm not the only one who thinks last night was amazing too. I'm glad you think it was amazing, and I can only hope that we can have many more amazing nights like it together." His smile only seemed to widen as she told him what they would probably be doing later that day. He moved closer to her, sliding an arm around her waist as the kiss lingered. Dante added some passion into the kiss, and his hand started to move over her body as the passion of the kiss increased. Finally, he reluctantly pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath again. As he was catching his breath, he looked back into her eyes, smiling softly." I can't wait to move in with you Melissa. I don't know what it was, but I felt there was something different about you when I saw you in that club last night. Furthermore, I'm so glad we met now, I really am." Melissa smiled as she listened to him, she slid off the bed putting on her dress then tossing him his clothes so she could answer the door. She opened the door, let the person with their breakfast wheel it in then paid for their breakfast. Once he was paid she watched him leave, closed the door behind him then wheeled the cart over to the table that sat in the corner of the room. She poured herself a cup of coffee then took a few sips, sighed with relief. Melissa was not a morning person, if she didn't have her coffee she was a zombie. It'd been a really long time since anyone had lived with her in her Condo, the only person that had ever lived with her was her ex but at the time he was her husband just after the divorce she was able to keep everything leaving him with absolutely nothing. '' Breakfast is served my love!'' As Melissa had tossed him his clothes, Dante shifted in the bed and moved over to the side of the bed. Once at the side of the bed, Dante swung his legs off the side of the bed and rose to his feet. He got dressed in his clothes as Melissa was closing the door after getting their room service. After he was dressed, he sat back down on the edge of the bed and leaned back just a little bit. His eyes moved to meet Melissa as she spoke, and as he laid his eyes on her, he smiled warmly." What have we got for breakfast, my love?" He asked in a soft yet curious tone. In all honesty, he didn't really care what he had for breakfast. He was just happy to still be spending time with Melissa after their incredible night together. He just couldn't help but look forward to the rest of the time they would get to spend together after moving in with her. '' Anything you could ever imagine. There's coffee eggs bacon, well I basically just asked for the entire buffet.'' Melissa said as she smiled, drank her coffee she never felt awake until she had her coffee. She'd had the best night of her life, the person that made that possible was moving in with her. This was like a fairy tale to her, she wanted Dante to know that she would always love him. She wanted to be his wife, if possible she wanted to have his child. There was no telling if she was pregnant or not because it normally took weeks or months to know for sure, she'd never been pregnant before so she had no idea what to watch for.((So Sorry. I didn't mean to abandon this.)) Dante smiled as he looked over everything that had been ordered for their breakfast. He turned his attention back to Melissa a second or so later." Well since you've ordered so much, I think we should make sure that we enjoy it all." The smile on his face widened some more." We're going to have to rebuild our energy after last night too." He winked at her, smiling cheekily.((Sorry this took me so long to reply to.)) " Oh yes of course we are, last night was amazing you were amazing. It's like you knew exactly what to do as if you weren't a virgin which is fine with me. I enjoyed it, I look forward to having you live with me." Melissa said as she smiled drank her coffee, ate some breakfast. She couldn't have asked for a better night, the beginning of a new day was so much brighter with Dante by her side. Of course, she wouldn't make him sleep in the guest room her bed would be his bed as soon as he moved in with her, she would have his stuff brought over so he wouldn't have to worry about it.((Sorry didn't realize you had replied.)) Dante's lips curled up into more of a smile as he sat with Melissa. He decided to pour himself a cup of coffee with one sugar and some milk, and he also got himself something for breakfast too. He ate some of his breakfast and sipped on his coffee as he turned his attention back to Melissa again." Well it definitely would be a good idea to get our strength back. After all, we are going to need it if we are going to go for round 2 later on." He said, winking at her. He sipped on his coffee again." I'm really glad you enjoyed it, because I enjoyed it too. I might not be good at some things, but I can be perfect at pleasuring a woman. Furthermore, I just hope I can make you feel like that each and every time." He said as he ate some more of his breakfast. His breakfast didn't really take too long for him to eat, but he took his time with his coffee.

On The Prowl (MysticSparxman & Shadow Wolf)|rating:3.0

Oh how I've wanted you... (Closed)

Jessica {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} 37 ((Could pass for mid 20s due to a lifetime commitment to dancing and martial arts))Long raven hair Pale silvery ice blue eyes Since she was a child she had learned any form of dance she could. That's where she met Lena. They had been inseparable friends all through middle school and High school. It wasn't till college that they began to part ways. Jessica married Adam. A guy who Lena really liked but felt that he and Jessica would be a better fit due to her money desire and his lack of drive towards taking over the world of money and power. Still it burned deep down that Adam never saw her as the lover type woman that he saw Jessica. Now 5 years later Lena was back in their hometown and heard that Jessica had left Adam and filed for divorce. So she tracked her down intent on finding out why feeling sure it was Jessica's fault. No one ever lived up deep down in Lena's mind to her ideal of Adam. So she and her husband met up with Jessica who still looked young and hot, at a concert at their old university. After a long time talking with her, she realized that not only did her friend have the man she always wanted, but her body will still all her own no surgery lip or anything. This only pissed Lena off more. She finally had to excuse herself and told them to enjoy the show she had to go home for a bit she felt one of her headaches trying to fire up. She asked Jessica if she would give her husband a ride back to the hotel so that she could take the car since she didn't want him to miss one of his favorite bands playing. Jessica of course agreed trying to still be nice to Lena remembering her headaches from college. She just couldn't get over how Lena seemed mad at her for leaving Adam when he became a drunk lying monster of a man. She thought that Lena had done much better marrying a hot guy like Greg, but they didn't seem all that close or romantic. Furthermore, she would have found it hard to kiss him and hug him and be affectionate if she were married to him, but Lena really had changed over the years other than her obsession with money and power. Greg just shook his head ashes wife walked off, another headache ruining a perfectly fun time. But there was nothing to be done. His eyes slid up to her friend, she was.deliciously.curved, and he had heard Lena say she was a dance a colic, and her body looked it. He ran his hand through his raven black. Hair, accented with a slight speaking of silver, now in his forties. Yet his physique was an even six feet of lean lithe muscle. He gangways been a gym junkie himself, and maintained an impressive tone, for a twenty-something." Looks like its just you and me" he yelled.to Jessica as he lifted his hands up in resignation," let's get a.beer while they get ready for Tue next band" of. Course halfway through yelling this.the music. Died, classy She shrugged as her friend stormed off still irate about learning that she had divorced a man she had wanted for years. Looking to Greg she laughed as the music died on him... Okay sounds good. So how did you two meet? She still almost was dancing as she moved with him towards the open bar and smiled to the bartender who barely noticed the smile for checking out the rest of her. She had dealt with a fairly nasty divorce and a draining marriage before that she really had no clue about anyone checking her out or having interest in her. Furthermore, she pretty much had kept to herself other than a few outings with friends, but those were even few and far between. Her lack on noticing people checking her out was almost innocent in its own nature. He couldn't help but watch her as she walked. Her delicious body jiggling.with.each dancing. Step"You really can't stop dancing, can. You?", he asked. With a smile as they.came.to a fault at the bar"we met at.a.yoga.class actually, I go every now and again. That time though I got more than I had bargained. For" he told her with a fake smile. Every.sign out there told him there was. Trouble with his Lena, but he didn't want.to think about that. Now he wanted.to think about Jessica, that. Dancers body. That poor gal just. Divorced, and. His company for. The evening"Sorry to hear about your split.up. You look like your ready. For Tue.single.life.though" he told her as his eyes. Devoured her openly, now that Lena had left Hmm yoga class might be fun... I should really try that some time. Now just to figure out how to fit it into my regime. Leena is a very driven person I will give her that. Money driven but that's just her to pay one bill she wants to make sure she has enough to cover the bill 5 or 6 times over. As for dancing to try to reconnect with Lena and explain why I got the divorce I am kinda skipping my Belly dancing class. A guilty little smile curling her lips as she took a drink of her beer. What about you what else do you do to stay in such good shape? "A girl like you would be real popular in yoga" he said as his eyes openly slid over the full breasts held back by her tied shirt. Her breast came together in a large swell of bronze cleavage"plus that dancers body is probably quite firm and flexible, I bet you could start on some of the tuff stuff" he said, giving her as a playful swat when their drinks showed up"here's to yoga" he said in toast, distracting her ire She raised a brow at the swat but lifted her beer nonetheless in the pseudo toast to yoga. You might just find a yoga partner like I said if I can fit it into my routine. She smiled tossed her hair back over her shoulder and finished off her beer. Glancing around and not seeing the next band on stage, yet she ordered another beer. Turning around she leaned her back against the bar one arm propping her up a little as they sat there. Long legs crossing she took a deep relaxing breath. He mentally nodded as his little ass swat went unsolved. He was going to have some fun with her, he thought to himself as they sat there, demolishing their first drinks, then ordering another round. Furthermore, he looked up at her"Really, a yoga partner? That I could definitely do with. I think I have some of those videos. Maybe one time we CNA get together and do that" he told her with a grin., then realized how pathetic he sounded, after admitting he had yoga videos. He really didn't care though, he was having fun with her"You look like you were really enjoying yourself out there. You look like a good dancer" he told her as he saw her turn to face him on the bar." I bet you're quite a sight to watch dance too. You ever consider exotic dancing?" he said jokingly as he leaned closer to her."I just mean that your very attractive ADN you have the body for it." he said being frank and honest with her. Not exactly sure how exotic it is, but I have been involved in belly dancing for about 22 years now. Three nights a week for 22 years. She smiled and did a little stomach ripple which seemed to get a couple of guys dragged from the bar by their girlfriends or wives. Hwa rang do for about 3 years now... kick boxing for about 4 months now as well as a few other dance forms thrown in as well and now...possibly yoga on top of that. No worries of ever being bored. She sat there drinking her beer watching the crowd. He smiled, listening to her interesting attributes, ADN watching them. When she had flexed her belly dancing skin, he had thought of her doing that while she was riding him"That's very impressive. I can't wait to pop your yoga cherry" he SIAD with a grin as she watched the crowd. Suddenly everyone started yelling, the two through back there drinks ADN rushed out. Into the torrent of yells and excitement ADN just made it to their seats when they started. Of course, they never sat down DN the two stood on the edge of the balcony dancing to the music Greg kept on eye other through the corner of his eye. He watched every jaw dropping undulation ADN sexy sway of her hair as she moved to the music He slid over and put an arm around her waist, ADN dancing with her, he pulled her close to his firm chest, letting her feel his muscular arm as he began to dance in tune with her, his arm snug around her waist Cute... my possible yoga partner is a perv She laughed shaking her head at what he said then hearing the music she hurried back to their seats. She began dancing with the music as if she were in another place entirely mentally and truth be known she was... Music always had that affect on her, she barely registered him holding her and dancing with her. IN her mind it was just her and the music. That was very evident by the look on her face... in her eyes and the way she moved with the music as if a physical part of it. She had no idea ow true that statement could be, he smiled to himself as they danced. His hands beginning to slide a little more freely over her body. His hadn't slid to her ass at one point, giving it a firm squeeze as they danced, his body rubbing quite close to his He felt like he was single and in a club a gain. Having found a sweet figured gal to work with. A fine young thing with plenty to work with, and the knowledge of how to. Jessica's hips shifted ADN swayed so seductively ADN he felt like he was practically being ridden by her, his hands seeming to get a mind of its own grabbed at her ass even more as his blood began to boil Eventually she realized what had happened, and she extricated herself from the situation and placed a little distance between them and began dancing again. Her head tossing around as she began moving again this time with a little more room to move. Her body undulating and swirling with every beat of the song. Something in the back of her mind had a problem with him grabbing her like that... he was after all Lena's husband even if Lena was being a bitch over her divorce she was still her best friend and his wife. The music however prevented her from thinking about anything for long as she began to dance more and more. He was a little surprised when she slid out from is grasp as the two had danced, but then had decided it was perfectly acceptable to step back ADN watch a little bit.SO he stepped back ADN got a drink, but as he did so he watched Jessica getting into the music. She had amazing control of her hips, and he found the way she moved to be as amazing in a nonsexual manner as it was in a sexual manner. Her dancer trained body was lithe and tight, her curves were weapons she used as the lines of her body moved almost hypnotically. In fact, he had planned on not staring, but had simply gotten amazed. He snapped back into it and finally took a drink. Then he stepped back by her, leaving plenty of room, ADN decided to get a little Iggy with it. He began to move, in what was quite a passable ability, to cut loose a little himself, the music simply using him as a medium for expression as the night went on, ADN the band rocked out. The end of their first set came far too quickly as she sighed and went to get another drink this time opting for a bottled water she stood there barely winded at all from all the dancing. She had long forgotten him trying to move against her and looked around. So stay for the next band set, or you got work tomorrow or anything? "I have got some time to kill. I mean I wanna at least there the next set" he told her as he followed her for the drink"What about you? You have to work tomorrow?" he asked her, his eyes siding over her body, the tight tied shirt was just an amazing look for her. He leaned in a little closer as he spoke to her"I mean I am down for whatever" he told her Nope tomorrow is not an early day for me just my midday CWA Rang class. SO yeah hanging around here for the next set is finesse got her bottled water and downed a large gulp from it smiling. She reached into her pocket and grabbed a hair tie and pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail to get it out of her face a bit. He was glad to have another set with her. So he went ADN got a other round for them, hoping that if she were a little tipsy she would not be so ready to deny his wandering hands. He sat down ADN handed her her drink"Good I don't really get to go out much, so busy at work, ADN want to go all out, but with Lena leaving I was afraid you would want to turn in too" he lifted his glass, "here's to proving we still know how to have a good time a dmisbehave" he said as he let his glass link with hers, then he tossed the shot of tequila back down his throat, ADN put the shot down. Just then another set started ADN everyone was getting back UO to dance, she even pulled her hair back. She drank another shot and then again had begun dancing her hips swaying as she moved again with the music. The exertion and her drinking was starting to slip into her dancing as she flowed with the music. Nodding for another drink she smiled a little though not quite as into this new band as she had been the last. It afforded her a few more drinks, and she was slowly getting a little buzzed. He just danced alongside her, getting her drinks whenever he could, letting her real as much as possible The band played on, and he had gotten her a few more drinks, making her a little less inhibited He stepped closer to her, dancing behind her, his hands on her hips letting himself feel the rhythm she was moving to, but real staring at her amazing ass. She had a fine ass, hell she was a fine specimen physical ADN he just had to feel it. He let his hand slide to the side, just resting his hadn't on her ass, and feeling it MVE underneath him, plus she might think it a slip of the hand he hadn't noticed, at least he could play it that way Still a little uncomfortable with his touching her like that she kept dancing but turned to face him trying to keep things civil and upbeat. Her body moving more freely with the music after a few more drinks. Her eyes seeming to fall partly closed as she danced. She turned around, and he groaned as he watched her full chest jingle and sway. Her eyes were only half open ADN he grinned down at her jiggling tits ADN swaying hips. Her perfect ass as he gave it a squeeze, pulling her a little closer so her tits slowly rubbed against his chest"I love to watch you dance" Kinda hard to see me dance pulling me in like this. I don't think your wife would like this too much... She slowed her dancing down as she tried to slip from his arms only to realize she was a little buzzed. Shaking her head she needed to sit down, but she could not make it there with him holding onto her like he was. She was feeling a little more drunk than she should have been and tried again to sit down. He smiled at her comment"she wouldn't care and. You know it. She was had a burr up her ass for a while now" he told her as he felt her body press against his. His hand slipping.to her ass again, just as she slumped in his arms"whoa now, let's get. You sitting" he said as he squeezed her. Plump ass. Firmly, his eyes drinking in the sight of her full tits as he.lowered.her.down She would mind sketch just doesn't act like it. She especially would have a problem because of me. She is so pissed that I divorced him. Never mind the reason... She sighed shaking her head as she felt him help her to a chair. Could something she drank been stronger than she knew or was it helped along. She was feeling a little lightheaded. "I don't know what's up with that whole situation real. She has been acting weird in general lately" eh told her as he sat he down. He was standing over her, ADN as he did so he let his eyes slide or the FLL swell of her breasts heaving against the tied shirt. The full roundness on an amazing display, wrapped tight by the shirt, pulled tight ADN showing the full swell of them"Don't worry about her anyway. We both know that if she was at a club, she would be getting Wei freakier on the dance floor then that" he said with a smile. H dropped a hand to her shoulder"You look great you know" he said as his other hadn't came to rest on her thigh She smiled to him at his compliment and sighed. I am kinda worried about her but... If we are going to stay here we should dance maybe... She tried to stand up again and for a while she was fine to dance around but the more she danced, the more she ended up needing to drink and the more tipsy she got without ever getting completely drunk. "Yes we should dance" I'd said as. He helped. Her back-up. He stepped back, marching her body sway and. Undulate to the music. I'd also got more drinks as the might continued. After the last round he stepped.up.behind.her, dancing.with her. I'd stood co close that her ass rubbed against.him. He put. His hands.around.her waist and pulled her close. His hands slid over her flat stomach as. His hips shifted with hers, they danced His hands began to wander. One.hand slid. Up her stomach, and slid along. The under side of her full bouncing. Breast She really didn't register what he was doing... the alcohol and music and how late it had become all taking their toll on her, she simply danced feeling a tender feeling around her bot not linking the two together. Her head rolled around as more of the belly dancing slipped into her dancing. Her hips bouncing first one for a few counts then the other... her arms snaking in ripples like the ocean waves out to the side and then in front of her as she danced. He smiled when his wandering. Hands met no resistance. He continued to work his hips wot hers, feeling her plump ass slide and jiggle over his groin. Furthermore, he let. His bands slide up her sides, his hands.gliding.up to caress her breast. The full orbs filling his bands she gave them a squeeze. Then he let is hands slide back down to her stomach, just testing the waters, yet the feel of her plump swaying. Breasts in his hands had gotten his blood thrumming. As.they danced. He got greedier and greedier, l. She closed her eyes as she continued to dance. The sensual touch and slight squeeze seemed in her mind to just be a part of the music. The song ending she looked to him and tried to speak about needing to get home feeling way too tired to stay here any longer. She smiled softly watching his face and eyes strangely feeling calm around him. He frowned a little when. She stopped dancing. He had enjoyed feeling her against him. Loved the Geelong of her ripe body. Her breasts had cent so firm and full in his hand, easily bigger than Lena"Well we.can go if you want. I thought we were going to go all out tonight. But ill give you a ride" he. Told her with a smile adage turned to look at him. The smell offer driving him insane by itself. The sight and feel of her were. Just too much"lets go" he said she turned to. Lead about of the club Just really feeling a little out of it is all... She wobbled and leaned against him as they walked. She looked to the Valet night black Cuba... She also held the ticket up to him and smiled. Waiting for them to go get her car she looked to him and smiled. Thanks for running me home you can just bring my car back tomorrow... by 11 am... sound good? The car pulled. Up quickly, and he helped her in"I don't mind taking. You home a all. I will have your car for. You" he said with a smile Ashe sat.in the car. He reached across her. Chest, letting his hand caress.her.breast. Then he caught the seatbelt latch and. Hooked her in. He closed the door and went around. As he got in he let us eyes drink in the site.OD.her.breast accentuated. By the seatbelt. He hopped in and they were off. Fifteen minutes later they were pulling up to her house. He for. Out andvhelped her out, using the opportunity to he a good handful of her ass"let me.get.you settled inside. Before I go" She nodded still a little too tipsy to realize the advances he was making. ThanksShe found her key and unlocked the door to her apartment and opened the door with a smile...home sweet home... Come on in... He smiled she followed her in. His eyes find on her swaying. Hips and plump ass. When.she stumbled he reached. Out to catch her, his hands seizing on her hips"lets get. You to bed" he said, stepping up.beside.her, hid hand slidong.to.her ass as he walked beside her, feeling.it swells and. Flex as she stumbled along They found. Her room.beheld.land.her. Down on the bed"Now let's get those clothes. Off" She tried to move to sit up her head was spinning a little as she fell back closing her eyes and laid there... Night... Will see you tomorrow when you bring the car back... Lock the door on ya way out... thanks again The last part a soft almost whisper as she smiled sinking into a soft sleep. He smile day her half intelligible muttering, then as her head laid back, he slid one hand up her thigh, feeling her toned silky leg. His hand slid over her shorts and be unbuttoned them, she didst stir. With as much gentleness as he could, he slid her shorts off. Then he slid his hands up to her breast, squeezing and toying with them briefly, then. He untied the shirt and pulled.it off offer.arms. Her full breasts filling her bra deliciously. He looked down at her body, let his hand slide over her stomach, then down between her thighs, petting he pussy. Then.he covered her up, and left Lena was curled up on the couch talking on the phone when he got home. I would love that... Yeah... Yeah... unfortunately... I've to go... Her fingertips had been resting on her collar bone above her breasts as she had been talking on the phone. Quickly moving she jumped up smiling to him with that pissed off smile of hers. So you and Jessica... have fun letting her dance the night away drinking like a fish... Her arms crossed over her chest biting faintly at her lips briefly nervous but quickly replacing that emotion with her distrust and typical attitude. He smiled at her as he walked in the door, a little surprised to see her up and active, she had been quite lit last night. Then he looked up and saw the look on her face as she spoke"Hey now you're a big girl right?" he said in response as he walked up to the BCK of the couch, his thoughts immediately jumping to the night before when he had glimpsed the bares a bit of her delightful body"Am I supposed to spank you when your bad or something" he asked with a smile, the feel of her ass in the palm of his hand. It made his eyes suddenly dance down at her figure wrapped in a snug t shirt and boy shorts. Lena looked to him... You're drunk... Sheesh, seriously... let me guess you two got drunk and who knows what else happened. Jeez Jessica is a BAD influence on men good or bad. She turned away from him and went to her home office locking the door as usual. "Fine"! He yelled at her through the door"This is what I get for coming him then" he said in a calmer voice, then he turned ADN left minutes later he was puled up in front of her house again, where he had been twenty minutes ago He let himself back in, NAD with a little devilish curiosity he went back upstairs to check on her. He slowly opened the door and peeked in. She was slipping still, so he crept in quietly and sat on the bed." You awake" he asked gently as he laid a hand on her side, when there was no reply, he let his hand side up, cupping her full breast and squeezing it gently"God your amazing" he SIAD in a whisper as he began to grope at her full tit She lay there out cold drunk. Barely moving at all in her deep intoxicated rest. Having no idea that he returned or what was to come. The feel of her soft flesh made his heart race, the lack of her response made. Him braver. He turned to her, his hands catching the ties of her. Shirt, right between her tits, and he slowly untied them. He smiled as.her.full tits filled his sight. Her thin red bra was Lacey and see. Thru, her hardening nipples called to him. He looked up at her face as he let his fingers slide over the rigid nub of flesh, she didn't even twitch Feeling. Confident that she was. Out, he.hooked.his.finger under.the.bra, pulled it. Down and. Groaned as. Her full tits jiggled free. His mouth sank down on her. Tits, devouring. Each one.in turn. One hungry hand slid between her. Thighs, and with no coy. Ceremony, he tugged her panties aside and slid his finger inside. OD her sweet sex"God I have wanted. You for so long" he.groaned.into her breast as the.soft.flesh.filled.his.mouth For now she was simply out cold... unable to realize anything or fight him off. Her mind too deep in its alcohol induced "coma" Every inch of her was intoxicating. He remembered the way she had moved that night, feeling her body slid along his. His hand slowly squeezed, and he felt the swell of her tit rise up around his hand, warm flesh spilling out over his fingers. He could feel her hard nipple under his hadn't as his tongue glided around the other in swirls, his lips locked tight over her silky flesh His other hadn't was buried deep inside f her hot warm pussy, her sex unable to deny a response had gotten slick as her body responded to his manipulations despite the state of consciousness she was in. He let her breast pop free for hi south with a smile as he learned back. Furthermore, he withdrew his had from inside of her and slid his other down to her shorts, his hands popping the button and soon standing up as he tugged her shorts off of her. The entire time his eyes stayed glued to her face, waiting to see her wake up, but there was nothing as he slid her shorts and panties off of her. He watched her full tits jiggle as he turned her onto her side, his hands groping at her plump dancers thighs and ass. Her body like a rag doll as she lay there. She lay there half naked now. Her body had reacted unconsciously to his fingers being within her, but there were no conscious reactions on her part for now. He couldn't stop himself. As he leaned back admiring her ass as it framed her sweet pink slit. He reached down ADN undid his own pants, freeing his thick throwing member. He scooted up closer to her, let the head of his cock slide along the hot slick entrance, and he leaned in slowly. Furthermore, he added more pressure as he slid it back, the head of his phallus soon splitting her lips and covering the head of his shaft in a hot glistening liquid silk. Then just as he was about to dive his throbbing cock deep inside of her he suddenly felt ill. His whole body convulsed, and his hands flew to his Mouthe never should have mixed the liquor and the beer He popped up ADN ran to the bathroom, there he passed out after hurling what seemed like half of his weight in cheese fries out. He awoke in the morning with his head throbbing, the toilet filling his eyes She awoke finding him waking up in her bathroom. So didn't make it home? She wet a rag and handed it to him. He groaned as her voice throbbed through him, but he reached up for the towel"Actually I did, but I got kicked out within minutes of my arrival. I hope you don't mind, but I had nowhere to go. You had passed out and I put you in your bed" he told her as he used the towel to wipe his face off, slowly getting to his feet. I wish I knew what her problem was lately. That's fine hang out here if ya want. Maybe she will calm down or who knows She turned and moved back headed to the kitchen. He nodded his head"Thanks" he SIAD as his eyes lifted to see her firm lush ass bounce as she walked away. The sight bringing back flash of the night before. His head snapped, oh shit he had done that last night! As he slowly remembered the way he had had with her body, groaning to himself. Byt then he shook his head ADN got up"I have to get some food and coffee" he told her with a groan. She smirked... that's the plan... breakfast and coffee then off to the dojo for me. "Dojo" he asked curiously"We talking martial arts here then? So you're a dancing ninja?" he asked WTH a grin, noticing her top from last night tied loosely over her full dwelling breasts. Not quite but sure we will go with that. She laughed and moved about debating what to fix for breakfast while she got the coffee pot going. He chuckled as. He watched that lovely frame. Bounce and. Jiggle, moving about the kitchen"so did you have fun last night" he asked, curious about what she remembered"you passed out pretty hard. I hope you don't mind me tucking you in I don't even remember us leaving the concert. Guess I drank a little more than I thought I had. Luckily no hangover. She glanced back at him. He seemed nice enough and it's not like he was a threat of any kind.That's fine thanks Glad I had you to help me get back here Be smiled back, a little devilishly"and I'm always glad to help" told stepping up behind her, his body pressed against. Hers as. He reached. Over her shoulder, helping her get. The coffee down from. The top shelf"yeah I don't even know if want to go home, she was.just.hell last night. It was once coming over here though, even if you were out cold" he said.l it bit he had been beyond. Glad she was.out.food, he was sob dad.head passed out, he would've loved to make the best out OD last nights opportunity, oh well"well I'm glad your glad. I had a great time. I didn't realize Holbrook. Of a dancer u were" Yeah dancing is one of my passions. Thanks for getting the coffee. She glanced over her shoulder and up into his eyes. I wish I knew what to tell you other than just ride out her bad mood, and eventually she will get her mind back in line. "I know" he said as his eyes dipped down to her cleavage"but hanging. Put with you is so much better" he told her with a grin as her eyes caught his, drinking in the sight of the loosely tied top failing to do anything to hide her full breasts You're probably one of the few ones... She moved to look at a text on her phone and sighed. Court tomorrow... yet another court date... even more of his... Would you talk her into going to the courthouse for a little moral support? I know she is pissed I left him but maybe hearing a judge read charges against him, it might seal it in her mind he is not the blameless victim here. " I can try, but she would be more likely to go of I told her not to go" he said with a chuckle, pulling his eyes from chest Well then tell her you two should not get involved, and she can drag you along too... She laughed and went back to fixing up breakfast. No matter how much she worked out and dance and tried to be healthy she was addicted to her big southern breakfasts which she made look effortless to fix with the aid of a couple of mixes that tasted to her just as good as the old family recipes. He smiled at her as she cooked, using her distraction as a way to openly toggle her body"wow that looks great, your one hell of a cook, but you're gonna need more than that to me to court" More than what? She looked back at him wondering if he was still a little drunk. He smiled back at her"Breakfast. Do you have any idea how much crap I would have to put up with from her?" he asked with a grin, his eyes again dipping down to her bosom, the Sir she wore tied in the middle of her chest doing nothing but framing her chest deliciously"Honestly now, what did you think?" he asked curiously Well I would love the support tomorrow for court if you can come up with a way con her into going... She laughed and handed him a plate of food and moved to sit down to eat. He took the plate from her ADN followed her to the table"I guess I can try, but last night when I went to the house she was all upset about us dancing. I think she was jealous of you, or at least envious." he told her before scooping a heaping fork of eggs ADN Hasbro into his mouth. Eyes he chewed his eyes slid over the silky tanned skin a d he found himself itching to reach out and untie her top like he had last night"But I don't think we did anything we shouldn't have last night" he told her with a wink." So she just needs to cool down. I think I can swing something though." he told her, I would tell her I had to go to my brothers, she would do anything to get out of that." She smiled... We danced... that's all that I know of... She laughed. Whatever you think will work since I doubt that just asking her will do anything. "Ok well I will get to it, what Tim is court today" e asked as he piled another load into his mouth. H listed to her tell him all about it as they finished up their meal"ok well I will work my magic with her. I better get going anyway" he SIAD with a smile as he rose up, leaned down ADN kissed her on her cheek, then he was gone and out the door He went home and argued a little with Lena, but he told her all he had heard about her court deal, making her think it was what they had done last night, talked his ear off about the divorce. That seems to shut her up pretty quick, which was a little unsettling for him. The rest of the day was calm ADN quiet, then she left for court They had hardly spoken at all that day, ADN after she left, he changed ADN headed to the gym, needing to blow off some steam. He would get a call when she was done anyway ((Court was supposed to be the next day))She went and got ready for the day debating going dancing tonight just to forget before she had to face him. Lack of focus caused her to screw up in class too much today so talking to her sight she left early and headed out to grab a bite to eat. (((my bad)))He spent hours at the gym, wanting to stay away from her, she ad texted him ADN told him he was ll wrong, the four WS tomorrow, he was an idiot. Well he was a horny-drunk bastard. He could not get the feel ADN taste of her Jess out of his mind. He was trying to work out but had the time he felt himself getting aroused as he remembered taking such liberties with her body last night, ADN he wasn't sure if it had been a good thing or a bad thing that he had puked ADN passed out She drove around for a while not really able to decide what to eat only to end up at a little café down the street from the main local gym. She pulled her hair back and made sure she looked okay before heading in. {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. 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"Yeah definitely" he SIAD with a smile, looking down at himself in his tight shirt, still damp with sweat NAD his shorts"nowhere fancy I am a mess, but I definitely need a drink" he SIAD with a grin, stepping up alongside of her"well she is always pissed, so I will just take that as normal. Although I don't know why she gives a shit about his side" Just right here. She moved closer to the door and walked in. She used to like him long, long ago, but he was interested in me and now he and I are divorcing, and somehow it can't be his fault... New even though I have had to threaten a restraining order. She sighed and shook her head. "Well you know what they say" he said as he followed her delightfully lithe, ADN constantly hypnotic, figure into the restaurant." I mean I get it, there is a history there. But at the same time, people only hear what they want, then why is she not wanting to hear how bad he is?" he asked as they stepped into the cool restaurant ADN a hostess lead them to booth the waitress soon came"Yeah I'll have a beer and a whiskey" he SIAD with a smile I don't know... I wish I did... She smiled to the server and ordered a glass of wine. So you two will be there tomorrow. I don't have to face him technically alone, and I am going ahead with the restraining order. What a day. Well as for KE, I don't think I will be there. I think it may be too much drama, He smiled up at her, his eyes drinking in her top as it clung to the full curves of her breasts That won't bother you, will it Your call. She smiled as they brought her wine and then ordered her food. I almost wonder if I won't need moral support from her too. You might indeed. Maybe I will go for you. After all, I can't very well lead anyone alone to deal with my wife, god knows I can early manage. He SIAD as he looked around and then downed his drink. A few minutes later the food came ADN they chatted their way through a delightful meal. The talked little about how strange their spouses were ADN all the suspicions that thy had. Soon they began to joke around ADN relive some of the past, just talking and laughing. After a few MOE drinks they had finished their food. So what are you getting into tonight? I told Lena I was off at my brothers, so I am not expected at Allie told her smiling I was going to go dancing to have a little fun before I have to deal with him again. She sighed... She just wanted this to be over... to be free of that vermin of a man. So buying a night out and away from her... interesting. You must love to dance, but I guess that is stating the obvious, he said with a smile as he threw back another drink"I always thought that all men were vermin, certainly there must be a redeeming factor? He said as he put down the empty bottle and gazed into her twinkling eyes"And I am all of blowing of steam" I guess if you want to join me that would be fine... She shrugged thinking it innocent enough. So what time? Less 8," he told her with a smile, looking forward to dancing the night away with her again"It will be nice to not have to worry about dealing wit her since I will be at my brothers night" he told her with another smiles the finished eating ADN before e knew it he had gone back HOM, showered ADN changed ADN was on the way to her place, quite curious about what sh would be wearing He parked in front o her house and was on ringing her doorbell {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. 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Don't worry I will drivers he told her he opened the door of his car for her, his eyes sliding over her frame as she got in. She was looking delicious tonier do have to say that you look great Well thanks... that's good to hear sometimes... especially when it's been a while... Shaking her head the whole court thing and her ex was weighing heavy on her mind. You look very nice too tonight. Thanks He said, glancing down at his jeans and snug form fitting t shirt. He watched her.get.in, his eyes sliding over her full breasts, the seat. Belt defining. The lush mounds fully Well less do get drunk and vent He said she hopped in, and they sped off15 minutes later they were surrounded by grating bodies and thrumming music'll go get some. Drinks,, he said as.he.left her on the dance floor, her body already beginning to more to the beat She quickly had begun to dance once they got there. Nodding to him, she continued to dance and twirl as she let the music for now carry her mind far away from her troubles. He got their.drinks. He.had.slipped an extra shot into hers. Then he. Walked up behind her and started.to dance. She looked over her.shoulder.as.he.handed it o her. The profile, of her round breasts. Jiggling as she.danced.made.him.smileHere.is.to a good time, he.sad.lifting his glass and owing Tue. Drink, then he.gave.her.a.smile, stepped closer and began to grind against her. Round plump ass She danced with him enjoying at least for a moment the fact that someone wanted to dance with her. She sipped her drink a brow raised it tasted fairly strong for a beer, but she just kept dancing. He smiled at the face she. Made when.she.drank.boohoo, he. Yelled as he put. His hands. Other hips, pulling her. Luscious ass against. His hips, and. Grating with.her. He called.to.merit's an Irish car bomb, you like it? He asked ADHD body molded to his. Becoming all to be aware of her perfect figure Little stronger than my norm but its alright She said as she drank and danced. He found her presence relieving, or maybe just very distracting, but he didn't care. The two drank and danced, soon he feet his hands roaming jet. Body, the several drinks they had had was enough to negate any inhibitions he may have had. But she was just. Too hot. He fort.his hands slide over her thighs and hips. Her waist and ADHD RAB. His hands up her sides, they slid over the sides of her full giggling breasts The sight and. Feel of her was delicious, and his body was Sion throbbing i- response and desire These drinks were a little more potent than she was used to, and it took less to take her over that edge. She was numb to his hands moving over her... a little more drunk than normal and nearly wobbled back against him a couple of times... Need to... to... need to sit down... Her voice betrayed her dizziness as she spoke. Sure He said.taking.her by the hand and lead her to a vacant booth back in the corner. He sat next to. Her, letting.his.hand slide. Over her thigh It's so hot in here, u should try to cool off," he said.then.grabbed the neck.other.shirt, and flapped it in about to cool her off, but giving him glimpses of her cleavage. Be soon stopped and pulled the neckline down, dangerously low. Enough that he could see her bra Much better She sat there her eyes half closing as she nodded. Cooling off is a good idea... NO more of those drinks for me, I don't think... She sat back relaxing trying to get this dizziness to pass. He smiled as her head leaned back, her eyes half open Yeah looking. Off is good, be told her as his eyes drank in her cleavage Maybe we should get out of.here. We can dance some.more.Bach at. Your place He asked. Her, but. He let. His hand slide up her the gliding in between them.as.he.continued to flap her shirt, sometimes pausing.to look down on her full breasts Yeah let's get back to your place, he said remembering last night and how much fun he wanted to have with her Yeah sobering drive... home... dance... Sounds good. She tried to stand up and barely made it He quickly slid his ARM around her waist to help her out. Meets.later head her In the car and then. She nodded. Off, but she woke up little when he for her tote house You need to open the door, and dance with me. He said with a Mike his hands drifting.to.her ass as he supported her She leaned against the door and fumbled for her keys. Finding them she got the door unlocked and tried to push back up off the door only to nearly fall into his her eyes still heavy as she tried to stand up. She heard the word dance and was trying to undulate her body till the alcohol took over again and dropped her right back out. He caught her just as she started to lose her balance, then simply scooped her up ADN took her inside. He slowly leads her down the back hall and into her bedroom, flowing her down on her bed"Well it looks like you're done for the night" he said sadly, then he decided that he would make her a little more comfortable. Furthermore, he quickly slid her pants off of her, ADN was a little startled when she didn't seem to wake up. Then he went for her top, the tight black material clinging to her sharply breasts. Before he knew if he was standing over a gorgeous figure, wearing only a bra and panties, and he remembered how she had felt last night. Then he knew what he wanted to do, ADN if she hadn't stirred room him tugging her this way and that to get her clothes off, well she wouldn't notice much else, he hoped She laid there sleeping deeply. A little Demi bra and matching thong was all that was still on her. She seems to try to move a little to snuggle feeling the covers under her. He looked down at the curvaceous beauty and smiled. Her full tits swelling in her bra, the. Matching thong covering Tue mound of that juicy pussy. He leaned. Down, kissing Tue full swells of her breasts, gently suckling on Tue curves, his hands slid over her toned stomach, sliding up over.her.free.breast, then he leaned back, watching as his hands slid to her shoulders, tugging Tue straps down, then to her. Tits, slowly revealing Tue dark nipples at the peaks of her perfect tits. He smiled hungrily A sift sigh from the depths of her sleep as she laid there clueless as to what was happening and what he planned to do to her. Her long dark hair framing her face as she slept. He peeled the bra down, the sight if her tits stirring his loins. Then he unclasped it and pulled it free. He stood over her groping her full breasts hungrily, all the while watching for signs of her waking She was nowhere near waking as she laid there barely any sound from her at all as her body seemed to attempt to arch at his caress. His hand slid to. Her nipple, and he pinched.it.gently, watching it harden. His other hand dipped between her thighs, rubbing the mound of her pussy. He smiled.as.he.fished his cock out of his pants, the makeover member aching for attention He leaned closer, rubbing his cock over Tue soft skin of her full breasts, a small groan escaping his lips. His hand tugging her panties aside so be. Could feel the wet heat of her pussy She laid there on her back deep in the holds of drunken sleep. Her body did seem to attempt to react a little as her lips parted slightly from what could have been a gasp. Her slick lips were too much to deny, so he slid one finger not her sweet tight lips, ADN he found her hot and slick. He smiled as he realized how much her body was responding to him. Then he let his hand slowly pump in and out for her snug little slit. His other hadn't guided his cock over the flesh of her chest. He used his member to trace the full sweeping curves of her breasts, her silken skin gliding over the head of his cock. He stopped and teased the nippy, the turned HS hips, to let his cock push at the full weight of one hefty breast. The mere touch of her skin was amazing, ADN he could see her nipples hardening. He let go of his cock, leaving it nestled against her full melon, and let his fingers trace over and around her nipples very slowly He pulled his finger out of her slick wetness, ADN rubbed his hadn't back and forth over her wet pussy lips, groaning at the fell of her, ADN the soft sounds of her hungry wet pussy calling to him Her body reacted as best it could with her deep sleep. A soft gasp parting her lips again. Her hips wriggling a little at his fingers' invasion. He smiled down at he, then he pushed her back, laying her flat on her back, he kicked his shorts off ADN then straddled her chest. He lay his thick throbbing cock between the soft mounds, scooped a breast up into each hand, ADN began to fuck her tits. The soft silky skin was exquisite against the flesh of his member as he watched the head peak out, sliding along her new"Oh god" he groaned then he let his hands slid up to tease her nipples as he continued to slowly fuck her tits. Her mind barely registered what he was doing much less the added weight to her chest as she slept ever deeply. Her lips still parted from the faint gasps as she seemed lost in a dream His rhythm picked up as each thrust sent easy through him as his hard throbbing cock glided in and out of her cleavage. He smiled down at her, pulled his cock out of her cleavage and used it to slap her nipples, then he grunted as he slid it back in between her tits. After a few slow thrusts his hope body quivered as he felt himself explode, thick gobs of cum shooting her neck and spattering on her tits and chest, the cracking orgasm skint him fall off of her, the pleasure making him pass out She at some point had moved to curl against him her mind lost in a dream and feeling a body next to her seemed only to feed the dream as she was still out cold for now. Pressing a kiss to his cheek in her sleep mumbling something as if talking to her ex-husband or something. He hardly noticed anything throughout the night. His experience WTH Her had been beyond amazing, and that mixed wit the drink had knocked him of cold. The feel of hr against him did however make his body stir as he subconsciously recalled the time it had enjoyed with that body last night She began to stir a little after dawn slowly waking up as she lay there her mind trying to wake up. He felt like he was stuck in a dream, he could remember last night, he could remember the things he had done, then finally he remembered that he was naked laying next to her topless form. He could feel her body slide up against his, but he couldn't move a muscle. Yet his body continued to stir, part of him coming back to a throbbing stiffening life as her breast slid against his ribs as she stirred just beside him A soft whimper as she was beginning to wake up a little more. She rolled away from him and stretched but still did not fully wake up... yet. His body slowly began to respond, thankfully, and he quietly slid out of Tue bed. He grabbed his clothes and snuck out to the couch, where he promptly pulled his shorts, on and began to make some coffee, just as he thought he was safe he remembered the giant wad of cum that was, spilled all over her, but it was too late to do anything about it. So he made coffee She walked out she had gotten cleaned up and was fully dressed jeans and a shirt. What the HELL happened last night? She didn't know if she should be fearful pissed or if she was too drunk to remember something. He smiled as he turned to he, a mug of coffee in hand"You got wasted, so I brought you home and ticked you in. I ended up.crashing.here. I hope you don't mind" he said casually, all OD it true, all of it omitting the fin he had had with those sweet tits of.hers. Which were stretching. Tue poor shirt to Its limits"Don't you remember?" You were not in my room while I was asleep? She watched him warily and the tell fluid on her neck that she had found that morning told her he had done something. Don't lie to me... you left proof. So tell the truth... Damn, he was busted!" Look.... I'm sorry I must have been drunk, I don't remember much either. I woke up out here though. Furthermore, I just remember getting you tucked not bed. Furthermore, I remember you insisting on sleeping with your shirt off, ADN that's the last I remember" he told her, which was mostly true. He did after all remember more, but he didn't believe in lying by omission counted under these circumstances. She shook her head and sighed. I need to get ready and focused for court. You know the way out whenever ya want to go. She turned shaking her head something was wrong but without remembering anything it was just hunches and questions that apparently neither of them had the answers to. Sure He told her as he watched her cute ass wiggle on her way out'll let you do your thing. I'll see you Therese drew a deep breath as hr got into his car, relieved that he hadn't been caught, ashamed of what he had done, and suddenly aroused at the memory of what he had done A few hours later she sat on the bench room in a soft blue blouse and matching skirt. She watched as her ex came in and sat down. He continued to look over glaring at her. As she waited for her best friend and her husband to arrive. The bailiff watched what was going on and walked over whispering to her which seemed to get her ex to halt his glaring for a while. Asa said: A few hours later she sat on the bench room in a soft blue blouse and matching skirt. She watched as her ex came in and sat down. He continued to look over glaring at her. As she waited for her best friend and her husband to arrive. The bailiff watched what was going on and walked over whispering to her which seemed to get her ex to halt his glaring for a while. Click to expand... He had an awful time. As soon as he had stepped in the four his wife laid into him. Rather than. Fight he simply ignored her. He went to his office, worked through some emails RO kill time, then went to the guest room to get ready He actually drove separate from his wife, bit they still. Arrived at Tue same time, and he waved t Jess as they, strode in, not even glancing, at her soon-to-be ex as he took w seat behind her Court went fairly uneventful until the judge brought up the restraining order and set a distance. Her ex-husband quickly proved why the restraining order was needed going off fairly loudly about it. Her best friend even seemed appalled that she would ask for a restraining order yet not the reaction of her ex-husband. She just sat there quietly her eyes closed listening to it all but staying silent biting her lip. He felt so bad for Jess as her husband piped up, began shouting and actually was almost fined for his outburst. His wife however almost seemed to take the husbands side. Actually grumbling when the judge approved the restraining order. He could see Jess struggling to keep her emotions in check as her husband spoke his side, almost entirely fiction, bit he noticed Lana nodding as he proceeded and Jess just who her head. Now it was all up to Tue judge Restraining order approved and divorce granted and court was over. She just sighed and leaned her head over on her lawyers shoulder. The older woman just hugged her for a moment and nodded for an officer to escort her from the courthouse for safety. He smiled as the judge ruled in her favor, bit kept his eye on her new ex. He had never seen a man look so hateful as he. Watched Jess leave. Lanka got up and want to him, so he left, hoping to see Jess, a bit by the time he got out of the courtroom, she was gone. So he went to his car, and went to the gym She had taken off for home to get changed and head out to the gym as well. She had been crying her entire drive home as she tried hiding it when she got home, but there were still little hints when she got to the gym.

Oh how I've wanted you... (Closed)|rating:2.0

Bound by Craigslist [CriminalMindsFan x Axenia]

Craigslist is a popular classified ads' website used in over 50 countries on Earth. Many people use the website safely every day, while some also become victims of fraud, murder and rape because of having used Craigslist. Daniel Moss(one of the many people that uses Craigslist (aka. CL) to sell new, used and stolen goods for cold hard cash. Recently, he encountered a young woman who was a romance novel collector when he himself inquired about a small bookshelf that she was selling. Her collection had outgrown the small shelf, and she needed money to buy a replacement shelf. It was a pretty good deal as he knew he could sell the wood to a recycling business. They got to talking, and he wound up selling her a Jane Austin book titled, Emma about a week after buying her bookshelf. Daniel traveled some and had found the book at a vintage store in New England. Today, he was trying to be anonymous about having another book that might interest his new friend so he placed a simple ad on CL about having another old Jane Austin book available to any collectors out there. He labeled his post:Jane Austin - Mansfield Park. Then attached a photo of the book and used the generic CL contact method for his ad. All he had to do next was wait for her to take the bait. Returning home from grocery shopping, the first thing Caitlin Valentine (did, was to turn on the laptop that stood on the kitchen table. She found her playlist, pressed play and turned up the volume before putting away the groceries. Caitlin danced around the kitchen to the music, singing along to a song she didn't really know the lyrics of. Once the groceries had been put away, she poured herself a glass of water before sitting down on a kitchen chair and opening Craigslist. For two weeks now she had been searching for an addition to her Jane Austin collection. Caitlin was a hopeless romantic, that was probably why Jane Austin was her favorite author of all times. She had read Pride and Prejudice about twelve times now, she loved how Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy at first loathed each other, and in the end came to love each other very much. It was such a romantic tale, she just hoped that one day she would find her own Mr. Darcy. Clicking on the search engine, Caitlin wrote 'Jane Austin' and waited for a result. There were a few who were selling the book North anger Abbey, but she already had that one. Then she found Mansfield Park. Smiling a little she looked at the picture, it looked to be an older version, just the way she liked it. The price was fair, it was actually quite the margin. Immediately Caitlin sent a message to the one selling the book, telling him that she would be very interested in purchasing the book. As she pressed send, she let out a sigh and got up from the chair. Impatiently she would glance at the computer while cleaning her home, hoping to hear something about the book soon. Even though it was a margin, the book wasn't exactly cheep. She would have to be careful about her purchases for a while, but she would be fine, she always is. The wait for Caitlin to see his ad was hardly a wait at all for Daniel. She was the first to inquire about the book. He wrote back asking if she could match the previous payment because he really needed the money and had no use for the book himself. He mentioned that he would be able to meet her in two days at the same location, if she could have the money by then. Finally, he told her, he would pull the ad since she seemed like a good buyer for the book once again." I wonder if she is a natural redhead?" Daniel thought about the first time he met Caitlin when she also bought a romance novel from him after he had bought the bookshelf from her. He did end up selling it but saved one piece of wood to make a nice little paddle for himself. Matter of fact, he was now holding the paddle and spanking a sofa cushion with it. "She's falling for my trap now!" Daniel had a plan to enslave Caitlin and romance her with violence. Caitlin was so excited when she read the reply to her request. Sitting down she quickly typed back that the payment was acceptable, and that she would have it for him in cash, when they met in two days. She remembered him from when she had bought her last book from him, he had been reasonable and pleasant, so she was fairly comfortable doing business with him again. The moment she had sent the message to him, Caitlin logged onto her bank account to move some money around, making sure she had enough for the book. Her job as a receptionist for a small company didn't pay that much, but she loved her job. She was the one greeting customers, answering the phone, printing out different documents and arranged the conference room for meetings. Tomorrow she would make sure to make a withdrawal for the amount he had asked for the book, there was an ATM not far from where she worked, so she could do it before heading home. He decided a game of cat and mouse was needed so after confirming that she could meet up just like last time, he planned to not show up so that she would leave without the book and lead him to her home. To make sure he wasn't spotted as he trailed her, he put on a wig that changed his hair color to a jet black color and also wore glasses to help hide his face. He would wait until later that day to send an apology email to reschedule the second book swap. The day arrived near the designated meeting location in disguise. He made sure not to have the book with him because having one in hand would spoil his attempt to hide his identity. Ten minutes before the appointed meeting time, he was drinking a can of soda that was brand he never drank as part of his disguise. His heart raced as he waited to see how she looked and would he regret purposely avoiding her or take pleasure in stalking Caitlin all the way home for the first time. He was also concerned how she would react to him not showing up. They didn't have each others' cell numbers. As CL users, the only method they had to contact each other was email. He would see if she would like to finally swap cell numbers after she replied to his apology email later in the day. For clothing on his disguise mission, he chose to wear sweatpants and a hoodie even though it was a warm day. "I'm planning to paddle her ass, so this is okay, Daniel!" he thought to himself. When a man is planning to paddle a woman, missing an appointment is nothing. The next day after work, Caitlin made a small detour to the ATM, so that she could withdraw the money to pay for the book. It had been a busy day, so she was looking forward to getting home, make some dinner and then spend the rest of the evening finishing the latest book she had bought. Caitlin had agreed to meet the guy selling the book 'Mansfield Park' on a Saturday, otherwise she wouldn't have the time because of her job. So that Saturday she arrived at the café about three minutes early, looking around she couldn't see him, so Caitlin sat down and ordered a milkshake. The weather was perfect outside, warm and sunny, which was why she was wearing a cute comfortable dress, and comfortable canvas shoes. Her hair was loose except for a small braid on her left side, halfway hidden among the loose hair. Minutes seemed like hours as she sat there waiting, but he did not show. Caitlin waited for nearly an hour before realizing he was not going to show, getting up from her seat by the window, she paid for the milkshake and left the café. Disappointed she quickly checked her mails on her phone as she walked down the street, Caitlin had been sure that he would show, what a waste of her time. What was worse was that she had been looking forward to getting that book. Once she got home she dropped her bag on the kitchen counter and turned on the computer, Caitlin kicked off her shoes and turned on some music. She quickly did her hair up in a messy bun before starting on the dishes. She was dancing a little while singing, trying to get in a better mood. Tonight was a girls night, she was going to meet up with some of her friends at a small pub, and just have a fun night and maybe getting a little drunk. He was on a second can of soda as she arrived and sat down by a window. He was sitting across from the café standing against a wall adjacent to a market between his feet was a backpack that he had taken off. The backpack contained some tools of the breaking and entering trade. He felt bad to ditch out on the agreement to sell the book, but then he was shadowing her after she finally got up to leave without the book. He thought she moved nicely and really appreciated the way her ass swayed as she walked in the cute dress. Several times, he crossed the street to get behind her before crossing back to the other side to observe her from further away. His feeling was that she would probably look great on her hands and knees in doggy sex position from having walked a few blocks behind her. Then as she reached her place, he made note of the address and other details about her place before heading to a nearby business to borrow the Wi-Fi in order to send her a message from the Netbook in his backpack. The email was in his draft folder so all he needed to do was send it:His email to herders Miss Valentine, I must have just missed you at the café. I got stuck at the motor vehicles department while trying to renew my auto registration and finally left to try and meet you at the café. Are you free to meet again tomorrow afternoon at the same place? Sincerely, Mr. Daniel Moss After sending the apology email, he retraced his steps to the café and eventually the garage where he had left his car and headed home to see what he could find out about her place on the World Wide Web. He had her name and address now. He also finally got himself signed up for Facebook page so that he could properly use the social network to search for her. Once she was done with the dishes Caitlin went to her computer, quickly pressing the refresh button to see if there was any resent mail. When she saw a mail from the young man she had been supposed to meet, she quickly clicked on the icon and read the mail. She was happy to know that he hadn't sold the book to someone else, and that was why he hadn't shown up, besides things like that could happen. Bending over a little she quickly typed a reply to his mail. The e-mailer Mr. Moss am sorry that we missed each other today. I have some time tomorrow afternoon to meet, shall we say at 4:00pm at the café? SincerelyCaitlin Valentine She waited until she was sure the mail had been sent, before heading to her bedroom to try and find a dress (for tonight. It had been a while since she had bought a new one, but then again, there were plenty she hadn't worn in a while to choose from. It didn't take as long as she had expected to choose the dress and shoes she was going to wear, Caitlin hung the dress on the door to her bedroom and placed the shoes next to it, she then picked out the panties she would be wearing, placing them on the bed. There were still a few hours until she had to leave, so what better way to spend the time than to wax her body. Caitlin preferred that method, sure it was more painful, but the result was ten times better, and it lasted for weeks instead of days. And who knew, she might get lucky tonight and meet a cute guy. All in all her preparations before she could take a shower, lasted for nearly an hour and a half. Caitlin took her time in the shower as well, when she exited she was wrapped in only a towel. Before she started getting dressed she checked her mail one more time for a reply. After getting home, Daniel checked his email and when he didn't see a reply from Caitlin he got to work on finding her on the World Wide Web. He was educated and an online shopper, but the use of sites like Facebook, Twitter and Instagram just never appealed to the young man who loved porn and spying on women. He thought signing up for Facebook was like signing up for something at the motor vehicle office, worth not completing. Then after feeling like he was at the dentist as well, he got the welcome email from Facebook and even a reply from her before he found her on the social network. Her profile picture was beauty("Now I can see her face all the time!" he thought as he saved the picture to his personal computer before firing off a note to her about meeting up tomorrow. His email to Hersey you tomorrow at 4pm sharp. Thanks, Daniel! P.S. My number, (###-###-####) in case I'm running late, text me. Then he returned to snooping whatever he could on her Facebook page without attempting to send her a friend request. He kept scrolling back up to marvel at just how beautiful she looked in the current profile picture(was no way around things, he had to masturbate to her sexy, face for the first time, but he still had to wait until bedtime for the effect to really feel like he was sleeping with her. He had no idea she was going to go out with friends and attempt to meet a cute guy on the very night he planned to simulate a sexual relationship with her. Reading his short reply, Caitlin wrote down his number on a small notepad next to her computer, she didn't reply but instead turned on her music. Walking to the bedroom she put on her panties, before walking to the bathroom with the towel in her hand. She started putting on makeup, taking her time as she wanted it to be perfect. Once done she went to her room and put on the dress she would be wearing. There was still about an hour until she had to leave, Caitlin had made sure that a cab would pick her up. Sitting down she went online and checked her Facebook page, she played a few games online until it was time to go. That night Caitlin had a lot of fun. She met with her friends, and they had a few drinks before doing some karaoke, afterwords there was some live music where they would dance. A few guys would try and pick up one of her friend, but like most times when they went out, she seemed to be the ugly duckling, at least compared to her swan friends. Several times they would use their phones to take pictures, some of them were even posted on Facebook. There were pictures of Caitlin singing, a few selfies with all of them, and one where she was making a funny face because of a shot. But at the end of the night she went home alone. Feeling very drunk and tired, Caitlin said goodnight to her friends around 3:00am. She took a cab and once back in her apartment, she stumbled around a bit when trying to take off her shoes. Getting out of the dress she left it on the bathroom floor, before quickly removing most of her makeup and going to bed. She needed some sleep before she was going to meet this Daniel Moss guy, so she could buy the book. Daniel had deceived Caitlin in order to stalk her from the café to her home. Then he gave up for the rest of the day to go about his normal activities. Those normal actions included masturbation by the evening, Daniel was sitting at his computer with his mind on Caitlin as he used the keyboard and mouse with one hand. He had no idea, Caitlin was clubbing it up with friends with disappointing results." You are the prettiest woman in the world, Caitlin!" he said to the picture that he had saved from her Facebook profile. The fact that nobody chose to take her home that night from the club would shock Daniel. Since Daniel never logged onto Facebook during the evening, he failed to see that Caitlin's friends had tagged her in some new pictures taken that very night." Really, hope you are a beautiful inside as you are on the outside!" Daniel had some kind last words for the image of Caitlin before he turned his attention too much-needed sleep. He would sleep great with knowledge of where she lived and fact that he would be seeing her again the next day to sell her a book. Because she had mixed alcohol the night before, Caitlin was a little hung over as she woke up. Getting out of bed she went to the kitchen and got some water and an aspirin to take the worst of the headache. She knew it would be like this, it always was, still she regretted nothing. Heading for the bathroom she put the dress in the washing machine and programmed it for a handwash, before undressing and stepping into the shower. By the time she had finished she felt a lot better, the headache was almost gone, and it just felt good to be clean after a night at the pub. With a towel wrapped around her, she searched her closet for something to wear, finally choosing the dress (she was wearing on her profile picture on Facebook. Looking at the time Caitlin saw that she only had two hours before she had to meet the guy, there was no time for breakfast, she would just have to get something to eat at the café, at least she wouldn't look like a complete fool if he did not show again. Caitlin made sure to save Daniel's number on her phone, before leaving the apartment. She was enjoying the walk, the weather was wonderful, it had been for several days now. When she made it to the café it was twenty minutes to four, Caitlin had deliberately decided to show up early, that way she would hopefully have finished eating when the guy showed up. Like the day before she seated herself by the large window, she had ordered a strawberry milkshake and a chicken club sandwich. She had slept most of the day away, so this was not exactly the breakfast she was used to. But it was delicious, while Caitlin enjoyed the sandwich she looked at the photo's from last night, smiling a little at the memory. Suddenly a guy sat down opposite of her, looking up from her phone Caitlin smiled brightly. It was Brian, a boyfriend to one of her best friends. He quickly took her phone and looked at one of the pictures, laughing a little as he saw it. She talked with him for a little while about the girls night out, Caitlin assured him that her friend had not flirted with any other guy. When she saw Daniel enter the café she said goodbye to Brian, giving him a big hug. Daniel hadn't slept so good in awful long time. Masturbating to someone he had actually met was a rare event. He usually used celebrities for inspiration when he wasn't presently seeing someone. In the morning, Daniel showered and had half a bagel for breakfast before taking his car to get it detailed. When that was done, he went shopping for the weeks groceries which usually took Daniel to the farmer's market or a chain supermarket while costing him between $60 and $75 a week. Seeing couples shopping together always caused mixed feeling for the bachelor. It was nice to see the couple holding hands, but too much of that scene also made him feel sick because of being a bachelor. That made witnessing Caitlin giving a hug to another man very difficult to see for Daniel as he arrived just on time for the meeting with her. Daniel was now wearing faded blue jeans and a clean gray tee shirt with a crew collar. The playful side of Daniel considered asking for a hug is a joking manner, while the devious side of Daniel was excited to see her wearing the same dress from Facebook because just last night he had masturbated to the image of her in the same dress." Hi, Caitlin!" Daniel smiled and waved as he approached the sexy, little red head for first time in several weeks. Caitlin smiled as she saw Daniel approaching, happy to see that she had not been stood up again. She got up from her seat and extended her hand to Daniel, shaking his before sitting back down. A few locks of her hair fell in front of her face and she brushed them away absentmindedly. Looking down at the seat beside her, Caitlin made sure that her purse was still there, it would be a catastrophe if it had been stolen. Luckily it was right where she had left it. Raising her eyes she looked ad Daniel, giving him a sweet smile." It's nice to meet you again Daniel, I'm so sorry that we missed each other yesterday." This was the second time she met Daniel, and if it hadn't been for the mails she would never have remembered his name. It wasn't because there was something wrong with him, he seemed like a normal guy, handsome and pleasant, Caitlin just wasn't that good with names. Because they had met before, she thought it would be best to start out with a little small talk, before asking about the book she was going to buy. From the pictures it seemed to be in great condition, she just hoped it was as good as the pictures had made it out to be. Her fate was sealed as soon as Daniel saw her wearing the exact dress from her Facebook page. His plan to turn other areas of her body red as her hair was a fantasy that could become reality, but he likely wouldn't paddle her ass that much. There was no telling just how hard he would strew her over though because looking at her, Daniel just felt that she had to be amazing in bed or against a wall with her arms suspended over her head. His hand might have felt cold and clammy when he presented it for her shake. Here was extremely nervous due to her unmistakable beauty and underlying sexiness. It was also not the hand that he used to self please like he had just done last night. He felt faint when she smiled and spoke about yesterday's missed opportunity." Oh, here you go!" Daniel lifted a bag from thigh level to the top of the table as he sat down at the table. "Another book for your collection!" Daniel hoped she would appreciate the condition of the book as he looked her over from her hair and eyes to her bare shoulders and arms. He planned to stick around just long enough to complete the transaction and scope her out to make sure that she was the one for him. The moment Caitlin saw the book, she knew that it was worth more than she was paying for it. The pictures he had placed online had not done it justice, it seemed to be a far better condition than she had expected. Taking the book she held it in one hand, her fingers on the other hand gently brushed over the letters on the cover, a sweet smile on her lips. After a little while she looked back up at Daniel." This is perfect, just... Thanks." Caitlin put the book in her bag, absentmindedly brushing some of her hair behind her ear, while finding the money in her purse. Sitting back up straight she smiled as she handed the money over to him. Slowly her head tilted to one side just a little, Caitlin bit down lightly, and she seemed to be pondering something. Her eyes narrowed just slightly as she studied him." You don't strike me as a Jane Austin fan, and yet you have sold me two books now. I was wondering, do you know anyone else that might be interested in selling their books? Well actually, there just one book I'm searching for now. I love the book pride and prejudice, I must have read it about 12 times now. But I would give anything to have a first edition." Before he could answer her, Caitlin's phone started ringing, she got it from her bag and checked the number. It was her sister calling, looking at Daniel she gave him a sweet smile." I'm so sorry." She quickly answered the phone, her eyes still resting on Daniel." Hey Sis... Last night was fun, got a little drunk, went home alone, you know, the usual girls night out for me... Yeah but, Heather are you okay?.. You can't fool your little sister, I can tell you've been crying... Again? Why don't you throw his cheating ass out of the house?.. Of course you can do better than him, you are smart and beautiful, any man would be damn lucky to have you... I'll be over, should I buy a baseball bat on the way?.. Alright, you get the shovel, don't worry about an alibi, I'll bribe one of my friends to give us one... I know, I'll be over as soon as possible okay... Love you, bye." Caitlin sighed a bit as she hung up the phone, looking over at Daniel she gave him an apologetic smile." I should head over to my sister, but it was nice meeting you again Daniel, and thanks again for the book." She gathered her things, and with a last sweet smile she left the café to visit her sister. Daniel was drawn to look at her bare arms as she reviewed the quality of the book. He thought her arms were just as hot as her legs. He was hoping the guy that she had just hugged wasn't fucking her but if he was then it would just mean she probably fucked perfect. Given the money, Daniel counted it and slipped it into his pocket as she questioned him about how he was able to obtain the books to sell. "I do a bit of traveling and always seem to find these out of the way booksellers," he answered as best he could try to keep his story straight as the one he had briefly mentioned the last time. "I'll keep an eye out for any first editions of that book," he could barely finish his answer when her phone went off, and she told him she was sorry. When she had to leave him suddenly, he explained that he'd email her directly, if he located the first edition she was trying to find. Once she was clear of the café, he left a tip on their behalf and drove over to her place and when nobody answered, he knew it was good time to snoop around to find out intimate details about her life. It only took him about twenty minutes to get into her place, he had found a good place to go to work and was able to jimmy a window that was away from the street to gain entry. Making sure the front door was locked was his first bit of business before he located her bedroom and dug through her dresser. He pocketed a pair of panties from the bottom of her panty drawer before seeking out her book collection just to make sure she still had the first book that he had sold to her. "Great, she really does read these old books!" he thought before returning to her bedroom and venturing into her bathroom. The dress she had worn last night was still out, and he could smell a scent that was either liquor or perfume. At that point, he undid his pants, closed the toilet seat and began to masturbate while holding the stolen panties around his cock. He had to tease himself to avoid cumming to soon so he stopped, pulled his pants back up and went back out to the bedroom. There he decided to snoop through her closet and dresser again. The chick had a nice collection of clothes, shoes and underthings. He was careful to leave most everything just as he had found them. When he got around to some of her lipsticks and perfumes he sampled some with a finger and on his neck before undoing his pants and masturbating some more while kneeling beside her bed. By the time, she returned, he would have left the cum stained panties in her laundry basket mixed in with whatever she already had in the basket. He also snapped some pics of her dress and bedroom using his cell phone. Once he was home, he finally got to see the pics that her friends had uploaded to Facebook and tagged the night before. "Man, I sure missed a fun party!" he thought about what he had just done and wondered what it would be like to cum into her mouth or body in the future. Caitlin spent the entire evening with her big sister, listening to how she complained about her boyfriend, and continued to ask what she had done wrong. The answer to that question was simple, she had forgiven him the first two times, so of course he was going to do it again, when there was no real consequence. Caitlin would never allow a man to treat her like that. Once she'd had a boyfriend that had cheated on her with one of her friends, she had reacted by breaking up with him immediately, and she stopped being friends with the girl as well. Caitlin could forgive a lot of things, but a real friend would not sleep with a friends' boyfriend. By the time she left her sisters house, it was a little past midnight, and it had begun to rain a little. Caitlin was tired, though she had slept most of the day away. Tomorrow morning she had to get ready for work at 6am, so she just wanted to get some sleep so she would be ready. The bus was a little late, and because she wasn't wearing a jacket, the white dress became slightly see through. It was 1am before she was home, yawning a bit Caitlin threw her keys on the kitchen counter, and started undressing. Everything looked the way it had when she had left this afternoon, so she wasn't even aware that someone had been in her apartment. Walking to the bathroom she brushed her teeth, before crawling under the covers, falling asleep almost immediately. The next morning she was up at 6am, when her alarm started ringing. Messing up her hair she went to the bathroom and turned on the water in the shower, making sure it was warm before stepping under. The warm water woke her up, by the time she was drying herself she was humming and dancing around the bathroom. This morning was cold compared to yesterday afternoon, so Caitlin dressed herself in a warm outfit (before leaving. On her way to the bus she bought herself a warm cup of coffee, the 5 hours of sleep hadn't been quite enough, and she was starting to feel a little tired. She only had to wait for the bus for ten minutes, when it arrived she got on and relaxed during the 30 minutes ride, before getting off. After that she had a 10 minutes walk to where she worked. Daniel transferred the pictures of her dress and bedroom from his cell to his computer using a cable before downloading a few of the tagged pictures from social media into a folder labeled Caitlin. Then while he was still in his web browser, he went to a bookmarked page to order a spy camera that would set him back at-least three hundred bucks because he needed a rush on the delivery of the camera." I'm going to put this in her bedroom or bathroom because I just can't wait any longer to see her naked or undressing for me!" Daniel thought as he waited for the confirmation of his order before closing the web browser and preparing his disguise for tomorrow's day of stalking Caitlin. Her Facebook page had provided name of her workplace and an internet search gave him the address of the business. Daniel did not know how Caitlin got around the city, but had a feeling she took the bus or walked because she didn't appear to own a car. He had a constant smile and erection throughout the night as thoughts of her filled his head during the night of sleep. She was none to happy in the single dream he had just before waking up covered in sweat. "Damn, that was hot!" Daniel had dreamed about getting her alone at a club in town and simply forcing her to suck him off at knife point. He woke up before he got off in his dream world. That was followed by a nice cold shower and a cup of milk to start his morning. After putting on his disguise, he drove to a public parking lot near her home, paid for a day of parking and waited a few places down from Caitlin's home before following her as she headed to a bus route and boarded the next bus. The tightness of her pants (was mind-numbing as he had settled into a rear seat on the bus after boarding from the rear door. He couldn't believe his lucky stars as she was forced to stand with her back to him. He was glad he had plans to spank her with a piece of wood from her old bookshelf. The only question that remained was would the spank be through her jeans or on a bare bottom, which he believed was still as white as it was when she was a baby. Knowing where she worked, Daniel stayed on the bus until the next stop before walking back to her work to get himself familiar with the area around her work. He located a pharmacy and used it to purchase a few things like lubes and lotions. He then used a nearby pay phone to ring her work place, but the woman the answered gave a different name, so Daniel hung up without saying a word. Caitlin arrived at work 10 minutes early, just like always. Taking off the heavy scarf and the top sweater, she put it on a shelf under the counter, along with her phone, with the sound turned off of course. She greeted the people she saw regularly, some of them worked there, others were costumers. Sometimes she would joke with the people she knew well, but she was always respectful. Whenever Caitlin left the desk, whether it was for a break or to help a costumer, someone else would take over the phone temporarily. Normally that person would be Helen, an older woman that had been working at the company for years, and the one that had trained Caitlin when she had first started there. But about a week ago Helen had some health issues, and it seemed unlikely that she would be returning anytime soon. So until then Caitlin was stuck with a blond girl, a girl who seemed to have trouble figuring out even the most basic tasks. As most days during her lunch break, Caitlin went across the street to a Chinese restaurant. They always greeted her like family, and by now she even got a slight discount, maybe that was why she is like to tip a little extra when paying for her meal. At the end of the day she was tired, time, and again she'd had to deal with the mess the young blond girl had made, and Caitlin couldn't wait to get home and just relax on the couch with her new book. When it was time to leave she said goodbye and gathered her things, it was too warm for the scarf now, so she just hung it over her one arm as she walked to the bus. When it arrived she got on, there were plenty of seats, so she sat down and placed her scarf on the seat next to her, while checking her phone for messages. She had been in the middle of texting back one of her friends, when she noticed that they had arrived at the stop where she needed to get off. Getting up quickly Caitlin hurried out of the bus, forgetting her scarf one the seat next to where she had sat. It wasn't until later that night, when she was cleaning, that she noticed that the scarf was missing. She searched the apartment for it, before remembering that she must have left it on the bus. It was too late to call the bus company, she would have to do that tomorrow, and hopefully they would have found it, but it was a very small chance. In all likelihood, she had probably just lost her favorite scarf. Seeing Caitlin in her warm outfit (left a Daniel feeling satisfied on his first day of following her to and from her work place. Her ankle boots and skinny pants made it look like she had legs that went on forever and ever, which is how most men liked a woman's legs to appear. The skinny jeans also offered a flattering look at her sexy bottom as Daniel was lurking about during Caitlin's lunch break. He chose to enter the Chinese establishment to request a to go menu before slipping outside without even looking to see where Caitlin had taken a seat. After grabbing a bite down the block, Daniel once again lurked as Caitlin made her way back into her work place. He figured she would be busy working for about three more hours so he took a cab to a movie theater to catch a flick during the afternoon. He made it back just in time to see that Caitlin was preparing to board a bus before he got on at the very next stop. Furthermore, he boarded in back and stood as the bus got moving. His blood pressure raced as he observed fact that she had forgotten her scarf while exiting the bus." Oh, fuck!" Daniel had taken the scarf home with him. The smell of her was all over the scarf as he also felt the material with his fingers while also placing it against his face. "Mmmmmmmmm!" Daniel had a massive crush and even bigger boner for Caitlin tonight. He took off his outer clothing, turned on his computer and began to rinse out his sex toy as the computer booted up from having been off all day. To use the sex toy, he needed to rinse it and apply generous amounts of lube to his manhood for the experience to feel realistic. Tonight, he would also be able to drape her scarf over his shoulders as he masturbated with the sex toy to some pictures of Caitlin. As he rode his manhood with the sex toy and the scent from her scarf filled his nose, Daniel came to a beautiful picture of Caitlin (and couldn't wait for chance to hide a camera in her bedroom to see even more of her body in the coming days. "I sure hope she likes it rough!" Daniel thought as he began to clean up the sex toy and get settled for the night after having rode the sex toy to climax. The next morning it was still cold outside, she was really going to miss her scarf today, hopefully someone had found it yesterday and handed it over to the bus driver. After her morning shower she looked for a while at the clothes in her closet, wondering what she was going to wear today. Finally, she selected a short gray t-shirt, black skinny jeans, a warm gray sweater, black boots and a gray Bernie. Caitlin was hungry, but the fridge was practically empty, she would have to do some grocery shopping once she got home from work tomorrow. Until then, she would buy something to eat on her way to work. Putting the phone in her pocket, Caitlin left her apartment, locking the door behind her. Hopefully the warm weather would return soon, though her red hair prevented her from getting a nice tan, seeing as she would just turn red, Caitlin still enjoyed the sun. After getting some bread she continued walking to the bus, looking at her watch once to make sure she wouldn't miss it. Suddenly she heard someone calling her name, looking around she saw Brian, her friend Sarah's boyfriend, jogging to shorten the distance between them more quickly. Caitlin had known Sarah for about 15 years now, which was most of her life, and Brian for 4 years. When he reached her he looked into the brown paper bag, before fishing out a piece of bread and began eating it. Raising an eyebrow Caitlin knew it would do her no good saying something to him. The two of them walked (side by side to the bus, Sarah had a birthday soon and Brian was bombarding Caitlin's with questions, asking if he should throw her a surprise party, and what present to give her. Caitlin answered the best she could, she had already bought Sarah's gift, so she was all set. When her bus came Caitlin told Brian that if everything else failed he could try learning Japanese bondage, she knew Sarah had a thing for that. Winking at him, she got on the bus. Just like yesterday it was impossible to find a seat in the morning, Caitlin stood up along with several others, thinking that she would call to ask about her scarf during her lunch break. Daniel still had one more day of following Caitlin before he would receive the camera he intended to hide in her home. When he woke up after a wonderful night of rest, he looked around the internet for the book that Caitlin mentioned at the café. He had two options, he could get it and sell it to her or lie to her about having it in order to trick her into meeting with him again. He left his home unsure which way to meet her again. Then as he saw her with the other man again, he felt a tad angry as the man appeared to be pretty chummy with her on this cool morning. He thought about choking the man with her scarf and fucking her beside his unconscious body. Daniel had also modified his disguise on this morning to include a beard and when he boarded the bus, he decided to stand about one row of seats behind Caitlin. Knowing when she would have to exit the bus, he decided to leave bus one exit before her and even made an effort to brush against her with his bag on the way off the bus. It would just feel like someone leaving a crowded bus as he brushed by her left side. He would avoid eye contact and also make sure to check out her body as he brushed by her heading to the exit. Once he was confident that Caitlin was at her work, Daniel would sneak back into her home to see what she left in her laundry basket or bathroom that he could photograph or borrow. He would also try to determine a hiding place for the camera since he had to make sure the placement was good enough to see her naked or changing clothes. What good would a camera be, if it never caught sight of her body. These overcrowded buses were horrible, especially if she was forced to stand close to someone who didn't know the first thing about personal hygiene. Luckily this was not one of those mornings. Caitlin didn't really register someone brushing against her at one of the stops, that often happened so she thought nothing of it. When it was her stop, Caitlin got of and walked the rest of the way to her workplace, all the while thinking about if she should redecorate her home. However as she entered her workplace, those thoughts were pushed back, and she focused on her job. Everything about her workday was routine, even her dinner from the Chinese place across the street. When she got off work, Caitlin took the bus home, getting off a stop sooner because she had to do some grocery shopping. Caitlin hated shopping for groceries, she never did know what she wanted for dinner, and because she was single she would have to eat the same thing for about two to three days. As she came home she put on some music, finding a song called Laugh'n' A ½, by D-A-D. She put the groceries away and went to her bedroom to find something more comfortable. Searching through one of her drawers she found a pair of short shorts and a tank top, Caitlin stripped down, even taking off her bra before putting on the tank top. Picking up her clothes she walked around the bed to the other side of the room, picking a book from one of the shelves, the book was the last one she had bought from Daniel. Before sitting down with the book she dropped her clothes into the laundry basket in the bathroom, she would wash it later, along with the nightie and some of the lingerie that was already in there. Daniel intended to lie to Caitlin about having a book she had her heart set on owning. The lie was a key part of his plan to own the body of Caitlin and after brushing against her as he left the bus, Daniel knew her body was just the type he wanted to own. It was a combination of how she smiled when they met in the café to how her legs looked squeezed into skin tight pants that allowed Daniel to feel this way about Caitlin. He spent the better part of his afternoon installing a single hidden camera inside her bedroom. It wasn't the type of camera that he could put just anywhere. He probably should have bought a more advanced one or even a second one. After moving the camera three times, Daniel finally decided to fix it to one of the air vents inside her bedroom. The small discreet camera had a wireless transmitter and since the city in which they lived was a wired city, he would be able to watch the captured video in real time. He was on his computer waiting for a sign that she was back from work, when a light in the bedroom allowed the camera to capture images of the bedroom as Caitlin entered it. "Fantastic body, Babe!" Daniel had a near front row seat as Caitlin began to take off her work clothes to slip into something more comfortable. Her back was to the air vent as she undid her bra and put on a tank top. "If she leaves the bra behind in the morning, I'll have to touch it," Daniel made a mental note to return to her bedroom to look for the bra in the morning while she was at work." Shorts and a tank, sweet!" Daniel had been unable to witness her putting on the shorts as she had been off camera at that moment. He also lost sight of her upper body as she began to read her book. But not all was lost, he had an excellent view of her legs so he pushed down his own shorts and began to masturbate while looking at her legs on his laptop screen. "I wonder if she'll ever touch her legs while I'm watching!" Daniel was just thinking about her legs and where they would lead to as he daydreamed at night about her body while masturbating.

Bound by Craigslist [CriminalMindsFan x Axenia]|rating:2.0

Enough with the sluts already!

Kyra had been thinking again. Thinking about him. Her best friend. He had called her for the billionth time asking for her comfort for yet another one of his breakups. He always seemed to go out with the slutty women who ended up cheating on him and breaking his heart. But Kyra was there for him. She was always there for him. But for some reason, he had trouble seeing that she cared for him and would always be there for him. Every time he got dumped, he would go to her for a shoulder to 'cry' on. ((cause men don't 'cry')) And every time he would be so close to admitting his love for her. Maybe this time would be different. Maybe this time he'll come to her and show his true feelings. Kyra put her cell phone in her lap after arranging for him to come over to her apartment to talk about the fastest break up. He'd be over soon. And she was all prepared with the usual ''it's ok, you'll find someone who cares for you like I do'' routine that he never fully seemed to catch up on. Maybe he will this time. Mark sighed heavily as he cracked his neck, walking down the street as he shuffled his raven black hair comfortably. He had broken up with another girlfriend again, and went to see Kyra once again. He didn't mind though, because it seemed that seeing her made everything better. Furthermore, he didn't know why; shrugging, he saw her house and walked up to the door, knocking three times. Kyra heard the knock at the door and smiled. She knew who it was, and she always seemed to enjoy his presence. She went over to the door and opened it. It was reasonably late at night, so she was already in her pajamas, which consisted of short girl-boxers and a tank-top. "Hey, Mark." She said with a measuring tone in her voice. "How are you holding up?" She asked about the break-up. She was glad that he came to her when he needed comfort. As Kyra opened the door and asked him how he was holding up, he looked her up to down, finally resting on her eyes again." Uh, I'm good... I guess."he said, scratching his left arm as he was wearing a solid black dress shirt with black pants. She noticed him look at her and wondered what he was thinking about. But seeing him do that made her a little excited. But what for? She had seen him check her out countless times and it didn't mean anything. But then again, she was always wearing more clothes than this when he did look at her. "That's good, then. Do you want to come in?" She asked, taking a step back, so there was space for him to walk through. Daniel smiled,"Thanks."he said calmly as he slipped through his chest brushing past hers as he looked around, turning around and looking at her again. She smiled back and noticed the closeness of the entrance. She felt goosebumps as this happened, and he kept looking at her. "Why do you keep looking at me, Mark?" She asked playfully and crossed her arms across her taught stomach. "No reason."he said simply as he easily turned to the living room and walked to the couch. She smiled at him and followed him to the couch. She sat down and tucked her feet into the Indian-style sitting and leaned back against the cushion-y back. "So what happened this time? Who was the slut that broke your heart?" Mark sighed as he ran his hand through his hair,"Jessica. Such a bitch..."he said, muttering the last sentence as he leaned back his head and looked at the ceiling. Kyra turned to face him better and she gave a sympathetic-even-though-i-told-you-so look. She had told him that she was not worth his time when he first met her. But of course, he didn't listen to her. "What exactly did she do to earn the title of 'bitch'?" She asked, kind of like a therapist would. She was so used to these routines with him. Mark hesitated, not wanting to disclose the reason why he was dumped." Uh... I found her sleeping with another guy. I called her on it, and she tried to blame it on me, saying -and I quote- 'It's been six hours since you've fucked me. What was I supposed to do?' unquote."he said monotonously, not emotion detected in his voice. "Wow." Was all she could say. "Sounds like a whore to me." This made her think, was he not enough to keep her sexually content for six hours? She pushed that out of her mind for now. He was probably more than enough to make a girl feel perfect. She put a measuring hand on his arm. Mark raised his eyebrows in agreement,"Yeah, exactly."he said, then glanced down at her reassuring hand. He then laid his free hand on hers and took it comfortably. Kyra looked down at their hands and smiled. His hand was warm and seemed to send electricity all over her body. She didn't understand why he was affecting her this way now when he had touched her hand countless times before. "Yeah." She said absent kindly, and looked up into his eyes. Mark looked back into her eyes, then mentally slapped himself as he snapped back into reality. What was he doing? She was his best friend! Shaking his head, he decided to change the subject." So, anything you want to talk about?"he asked Kyra calmly. She noticed the weird tension and took her eyes from his. She shrugged, and returned to her normal self. Furthermore, she left her hand where it was on his arm and under his hand, she had forgotten that it was there. "I don't know. You were the one that decided to come over here." Mark smiled as he decided to tread across her personal ground for a change." So, when was the last time you had sex?"he asked. Kyra was a little taken aback by this question. She had never really talked about her sex life with him before. "Um... It's been a while." She said. That was for sure. She had had one boyfriend since high school, and he left for some foreign country a few months ago and had broken it off with her. Apparently there was some mistress in his new country that interested him more. Mark chuckled lightly at her surprise,"And? How was it?"he asked. "It was...sex, so come on, how bad could it be?" She asked him. Sex was usually an amazing experience, unless of course the guy was unsatisfying in some way. "Why do you want to know so badly?" "I don't. Just curious." Mark replied as fell on his side on the couch. He then laid on his back and unknowingly opened his legs, giving her a clear outline of his manhood. "Ok." She said, and noticed his new position on the couch. She had a strange feeling coming from the pit of her stomach as she could clearly see his manhood. Furthermore, she looked past it to his face. "So...are you feeling any better?" Mark was oblivious to the fact that Kyra was looking at his manhood." Yeah, thanks to you."he said as he shifted again and gave her a clearer view. "No problem." Kyra smiled and then looked a little more as he shifted. She felt...wrong looking at him like this. She turned her attention to the TV. "So now that I've done my duties as therapist, what are we going to do now?" "Watch some TV?" he suggested as he sat up and looked at her. "Sure." She looked around to find where she had left the remote. It was probably lost again. She was bad at keeping up with things. It seemed like she would have to walk up there and manually control the TV. She stood up and walked towards the TV and bent down to press the power button, forgetting the fact that she had short boxers on and there was a guy almost directly behind her. Mark's eyes widened as he saw her bend down and saw her perfect tight ass. Gulping, he shivered as he felt himself getting an erection. What the hell? He quickly shifted his erected penis to not be seen as she stood up straight and turned around. Kyra could feel his eyes on her and blushed a little as she stood up and turned around, getting rid of the blush quickly. She saw the remote hiding behind a pillow on the couch on the other side of Mark. "There's the remote." She said. And walked over and grabbed it before sitting down on the couch next to the seemingly tenser Mark. "What do you want to watch?" Mark looked at her and stuttered,"Uh, whatever you want to..."he said nervously, but tried to hide it. Kyra noticed his nervousness. Why was he acting like this? He never had before. "Are you sure? What do you want to do? It's your night of recovery." She said and set the remote in her lap. Mark shook his head,"No, go ahead."he replied, then groaned as he felt himself getting harder. Kyra was curious as to what type of groan this was. Why would he be getting hard over her? They've been closer than this multiple times before. "Ok. If you insist." She said, unsurely and flipped through the channels. The thought of him actually wanting her like this was beginning to effect her. That feeling from deep within her core started to make itself known. The feeling she hadn't felt in a long time. What was happening? This was her best friend, not some random hot guy. But Mark did look pretty hot himself. And he was getting all hard over her. She bit her bottom lip as she browsed the channels without thinking about the TV at all. Mark opened his eyes as he regained control over himself as his erection went down." Oh! There!"he exclaimed, seeing a new episode of NCIS. "Ok. We'll watch this then." She said, not really sure what she stopped at until she watched a little bit. She bent her knees-up and tried to get more comfortable on the couch. Furthermore, she laid her head on Mark's shoulder as she watched the TV. Mark glanced at Kyra as she laid her head on his shoulder. As he watched the television, his left hand relaxed as he laid it on her soft thigh subconsciously. Kyra looked down when she felt weight on her thigh. She smiled a little, not knowing if he was doing this on purpose or not. She was getting chills all over as that weird electricity shot through her. Mark chuckled at the TV as he began to rub her thigh slowly still without knowing. Ok, the rubbing was different. Sure if felt good, but from Mark? This was all too weird for her right now. "Umm... Mark?" She said uncertainly, wondering if he knew what he was doing. As Mark heard his name his hand stopped rubbing her thigh, telling her that he didn't know." Yeah?"he asked obliviously. "Um..." Apparently he didn't know. She tried to think of something else to say. "Um... Why did you...come here tonight?" Mark got a look of confusion as his hand retracted,"What do you mean? You know why."he said, thinking that she was kidding. "I mean, Why do you come to me whenever you go through a break-up?" She wondered, and she lifted her head to look at him more clearly. Did he expect something when he came over? Was he expecting anything now? "Because you're my best friend." Mark answered, his eyes looking into hers for the answer she wanted. "Ok. That makes sense." Kyra said. Maybe she was making all of this up. Maybe he didn't feel that way towards her like she thought he did. She laid on her side, her head resting on the armrest, her arms hugged around her stomach and her long, slender legs curled up by where Mark was sitting. Mark raised an eyebrow in confusion, then realized that she saw was probably him getting an erection. The man looked at her then stood up,"I'll be right back."he said, and walked to her bathroom. "Ok." She said, wondering where he was going. She stretched her legs out on the couch. It was a commercial so she figured she might go make popcorn or something, since he was going to stay for a while. She stood up and went to the kitchen. A loud crash then thud was heard from the bathroom; Mark slipped on a brush and hit his head on the floor, leaving him unconscious. "What the fuck?" Kyra said as she jumped from the noise. She made her way to the bathroom and opened the door to see Mark on the ground, not moving. "Oh, my God! Mark, are you ok?" She said and kneeled down on the floor by his head. He looked unconscious, so she gently lifted his head and placed it on her thighs as she tried to get him to wake up. "Mark!" Mark didn't move even as he heard her voice. He was out cold. "Mark! What the hell? Wake up! Don't die on me." She said. She was starting to get worried. Should she call 911? What could she do? She slapped his cheek to see if that would wake him up. Mark's lungs released as he breathed out as she slapped him, his body relaxed as he was still out. "Mark! This isn't funny." Kyra was close to tears now. She didn't know what to do, and her phone was in the other room, and she didn't want to leave him. She shook his head a little bit. Would she have to give him CPR or something? Mark groaned as he was waking up, then through blurry eyes he saw Kyra close to his face." Ah!"he yelled as he slipped out of her grasp and suddenly cracked his head on the floor again. "What the hell did you do, Mark?" She asked him as she tried to get him to sit up without hurting himself anymore. "Argh..."he groaned in pain as he pointed at the brush just at his feet, feeling like he wanted to sleep. "Oh my god. You're going to kill yourself one day." Kyra said relieved, and she sat Indian-style again, forgetting about the shortness of her boxers and the guy in the room. "Yeah, over one of your brushes..."he said with a growl. Sitting up as best he can, he laid his hand over his head and felt blood." I'm tired..."he said quietly as his eye fluttered and struggled to stay open. "You can stay here tonight." She offered. She wasn't going to let him leave after a fall like that. Kyra stood up and offered him her hand. She would give him her queen-sized bed, and she would sleep on the couch. "Come on. I better take care of you, then." Mark said nothing as he was too tired to talk, so he took her hand pulled himself up faster than she expected. Kyra wasn't expecting him to shoot up like he did. And when he was standing up straight, he was very close to her. She hadn't let go of his hand, and they were only a few inches apart. It was a small bathroom, after all. As Mark stood up, he almost tipped over. Luckily (and unfortunately) his free hand firmly planted itself on her buttocks on accidentally. Kyra gasped a little as she felt his hand touch her butt. But it felt sorta nice she looked up at him and smiled a little. "Um... Mark?" She said for the second time tonight. This one sounding more enjoyed. Kyra gasped a little as she felt his hand touch her butt. But it felt sorta nice she looked up at him and smiled a little. "Um... Mark?" She said for the second time tonight. This one sounding more enjoyed "Sorry..."he muttered quietly as he fell asleep on her shoulder. "Seriously?" She asked no one, seeing since he passed out on her. She attempted to drag him to her bed and laid him down there, before collapsing from exhaustion beside him. Surprisingly his wound stopped bleeding as he slept, then began to dream." Mm..."he mumbled. She had fallen asleep beside him. When he mumbled, she was stirred awake. She looked over at him as he was apparently dreaming. "Mmm..."he then moaned softly as his manhood began to gain an erection before Kyra's eyes. Kyra noticed the rising bulge in his pants. She blushed hotly and wondered who he was thinking about. Surely not that Jessica bitch. "That feels good..." he moaned as his body twitched, "Kyra..." he moaned as he laid his hand on his bulge, stroking it slowly through his pants. When Kyra heard her name, she felt herself get wet. Wow. This was something. And he was stroking himself now. Now she knew how he felt about her. She wondered if she should wake him and maybe help him to live his fantasy. A deep red blush spread on his face as he stopped stroking, his hands instinctively unzipping his pants and taking out his long and thick manhood in his right hand, throbbing before Kyra's eyes. Kyra watched him, getting wetter by the second. By the size of his cock, she couldn't see why Jessica ever left him. She didn't know if he was awake or not, but he would be soon. Mark slowly began to stroke his throbbing cock, moaning louder with each stroke." God... Tyra..."he moaned her name dreamily. Kyra melted. Him moaning out her name like that certainly made her feel... She started to rub her clit through her boxers trying not to make a sound as she watched and heard him. She didn't want to wake him up, in fear of it only being a dream and not mean anything. But she just laid there watching him and feeling get only wetter through her thin boxers. Mark moaned again as he stroked his cock faster, each time he reaches the tip, he used his thumb to push down on it." Kyra.!"he moaned louder, his back arching slightly in his sleep. Kyra bit her bottom lip and squeezed her eyes shut as she heard this. This was turning her on so much that she had almost completely soaked through her boxers. She didn't know if she should wake him up or not. He seemed so into it, that disrupting his dreams seemed mean. But maybe she could make him satisfied. She kept lightly rubbing her clit through her drenched boxers, trying not to moan or wake him up. Mark stroked faster and faster, coming closer to climax as he shuddered a pre-orgasm." Right there... ah!"he moaned again. Kyra could hear that he was coming close to finishing. She didn't open her eyes just yet but slid her hand into her boxers to get better access to her soaking wet clit. She couldn't help but to let out a small moan as she felt her cold fingers on her lower lips. Why was she doing this? Masturbating next to her best friend who was jerking off. Stroking his fastest now, Mark's back arched and his head leaned back farther while his toes curled." I... I'm... AH!"he moaned loudly as a large wave of pleasure swept through as thin ropes of cum ejected from his cock, his eyes snapping open then closing tiredly as the cum hit his chest. Kyra noticed that he had finished when she felt some cum hit her. She opened her eyes and quickly took her hand out of her pants, looking over at him. Was he still asleep? Mark was barely awake, his hands at his side as they twitched. His eyes were barely open, though they were directed the ceiling. Kyra looked at him, not knowing what to do. She sat up and sat crisscrossed beside him. She couldn't tell if he was awake or not. Furthermore, she called out softly, "Mark?" Mark slowly opened his eyes as he looked at Kyra, not noticing his chest or his penis." Tyra.? How long have I been asleep.?"he asked tiredly. "A while." She said and blushed a little, hopefully it wasn't too noticeable in the dark room. "Oh..." Mark said, then looked back at the ceiling. He was dreaming about Kyra again..." Man, why do I feel tired.?"he asked while still looking at the ceiling. "Um..." Kyra said and looked over at his exposed manhood and his chest quickly before looking back at his face. Mark saw the look on her face,"What's wrong?"he asked. "Nothing. What exactly were you're dreaming about?" She asked him. Maybe he would realize what he had been doing. "Hm? How did you know I was dreaming?" Mark asked her calmly, raising an eyebrow. "It was either that or fantasizing about someone." Kyra said. She didn't think that she would tell him that she had heard her name just yet. Mark chuckled,"Fantasizing? Who would I fantasize about?"he lied. "I don't know. But you do know that you just jerked off in front of me while you were sleeping, don't you?" She said, her voice was becoming more confident as she spoke. And a small smile appeared on her face. Mark's eyes widened greatly as she said that, and his eyes finally rested on his manhood and gasped shakily, and clenched his hand and felt a small amount of cum there. A deep blush appeared on his face." But... but.!"he gasped. Kyra smiled. This was somehow very sexy, this state of semi-denial and shock that he was in. "It's ok. It was very hot, if that makes you feel better." She half-joked. It was very hot, she wasn't going to lie. That didn't him feel better! Mark was too shocked to say anything, but sat up to leave quickly." Ugh..." he groaned weakly as he fell back, and knew that he couldn't move for a while. His manhood suddenly erected again in front of her as he thought that. She blushed a little as she saw him get hard again. "Why are you so excited?'' She asked him. Mark said nothing as he continued to blush and grow more erected the more he thought about her. Kyra smiled at the thought of him getting even harder for her. She felt herself getting wetter than before. "Are you getting excited over me?" She asked. Not really sure if it came out confused- or horny-sounding. Mark struggled with his words, then decided to continue the silence. "Come on, you can tell me." Kyra said with a hopeful smile. Mark moved his right arm and cover his eyes." No..."he said, growling lightly. " 'No' what?" she asked him. She didn't know if he meant 'no' he wasn't fantasizing about her or 'no' he wouldn't tell her. It's not like she didn't know the answers. She was just wondering if he actually cared about her. God, this was over, but he still couldn't move." I'm not saying..."he growled again. "Not saying what?" She pressed on. She knew that he liked her, and she knew that he had dreamed about her. But why was it so hard for him to say it and show his feelings? "... Why are you doing this.?" Mark asked, his eyes still covered. "Doing what?" She asked, a little frustrated. "You're the one who came over to my house to bitch and moan about bitch that didn't deserve you and then jack off on my bed and get jazz everywhere. What are you accusing me of? "What do you think?!"he snapped,"I can't handle myself when I'm around you anymore!" Kyra was a little taken aback by his words. Finally, he said something about it. But why did he have to snap at her? She looked at him and spoke softly, "Than do something about it." Although his voice raised, he still couldn't move." I... I can't... and even if I could, I wouldn't. You're my best friend..."he said quietly, his arm to his side but his gaze at the ceiling. Kyra sat up on her knees. "So? Can't we be more than just best friends?" She asked. They had obviously liked each other in secret, and now it seemed like they should be together or something. They were perfect for each other. "That's what I'm afraid of. If something happens when we're together, we won't be the same... we'll regret it..."he said. Kyra doubted that she would regret anything with him. She knew him to well. "Why don't we just see for ourselves? I don't think you could make me regret anything." She said, looking ever so briefly at his hard cock before looking back at him again. Mark hesitated, obvious that he tried to move. He couldn't." How can you be so sure?"he asked, almost convinced. "I don't know." She said truthfully. "But I'm pretty sure about this one." She said quietly. "... ... Okay..."he said quietly, embarrassed that his cock was throbbing right in front of her. Kyra smiled and leaned forward to kiss his lips, softly. Just as their lips touched Mark moaned softly as he kissed her back weakly, wanting to put his arms around her but couldn't. Kyra smiled at his moan and pulled back a little, confused as to why he wasn't moving. "What's wrong?" Mark chuckled,"Well, I think because barely any blood is going anywhere, so I need to moved something but..."he said, looking at his arms to tell her he couldn't. It seemed the only thing that was still moving was his cock. Kyra looked down at his erect cock. It was tempting. She reached out with her hand and gently started to stroke the shaft. Mark wondered what she was looking at, then he knew. Gasping, he moaned as she began to stroke his long shaft. It felt incredible, both knowing that it was Kyra was doing it and that she could do it so well."Thank you, Kyra..."he moaned as his eyes weak and begging, something she had not seen EVER. "You're most certainly welcome." She said with a smile and continued stroking his cock. Him moaning because of her turned her on more than it had before. His body then twitched as she continued to stroke his cock, and moaned more as his weak eyes traveled to the ceiling in search of something to distract himself from the pleasure, but everything else faded in comparison. Moaning again, he felt her small hand run up his cock as he bit his lower lip. Kyra felt herself get extremely wet. She couldn't take it anymore. It had been a long time since she had had sex, and she was needing it, badly. "Do you think you can move now?" She asked softly. Mark looked at Kyra,"I-I think so."he said quietly as he suddenly felt his body move. Smiling, he sat up and pulled Kyra in by the waist for their 'first' kiss. Kyra melted, his lips felt so good on hers and both of her hands moved up towards his neck. Kissing him was a lot different from kissing any other guy she had kissed. She moaned softly into his kiss. Mark wrapped his arms around her waist as he pulled her in more, and noticed that she moaned softly. Kyra moved as close as she could get and continued to kiss him. She moved her hands to his shirt, and started unbuttoning it. Mark noticed that he had cum on his shirt and blushed embarrassingly. She smiled into the kiss and tossed his shirt aside, letting out another moan. Moaned with her moaned, thought it sounded perfect together. Sliding his hands down her back, he planted his hands on her ass and pushed her onto his waist, his cock prodding her wet boxers. "MMM...." She groaned through the kiss and pulled back long enough to pull down her boxers and get them out of the way. Now she could finally feel him inside of her. Mark exhaled in anticipation as he saw Kyra's glistening pussy, then looked at her." Are you sure?"he asked. "More than anything." She said breathlessly. Mark smiled as he leaned up and kissed her before beginning to lift her up onto his throbbing cock. Kyra smiled and kissed him back, her dripping pussy almost aching for his cock inside of it. Mark smiled as he began to insert his cock into her pussy." Ah.!"he moaned as he continued to put her down. "MMM... Oh God, Mark." She moaned out as she felt his thick cock in her pussy. So long at dreaming, Mark finally felt himself inside Kyra. He moaned as he lifted himself up and pulled her down on his cock more." Kyra.!" "Fuck that feels so good." She moaned as she could feel him go deeper inside of her. As he finally lowered her onto his full cock, he moaned as he hit her g-spot. Lifting her back up, he pulled her down faster with another moan. "God!" She almost screamed as she felt him hit her g-spot. She continued moaning as she started riding him. Mark leaned back his head as she began to ride his cock, each time hitting her g-spot and feeling. He was in ecstasy, and he hadn't even orgasmed yet. All of this felt amazing. She was climaxing faster than she had ever before. His cock felt so good in her and hitting her g-spot felt fucking amazing every time. She couldn't help but to moan. Mark moaned as he felt his tip pushed against her g-spot, then pulled away before pulled her down harder than before. "Holy shit, Mark." Kyra groaned out. She was going to cum soon, she could feel her orgasm approaching. Mark groaned as he arched his back as he felt his climax approaching." Kyra, I'm going to.!"he moaned, trying to complete the sentence. "Me too!" She said as she rode him a little faster to increase the please. Kyra was almost there...so fucking close... "Ahh!"he exclaimed as his body tensed up, and his toes curled as he released himself and felt her pussy fill with his cum. She half-screamed in ecstasy as she came at the same time as him and felt his cum all in her pussy, mixing with hers. Mark yelled and moaned as he let go of her and fell back tiredly." Ugh... wow..."he said quietly. She laid down next to him, breathing heavily. "Wow." She agreed. "That was amazing." Mark laughed and smiled as he turned over to her, moving her hair out of her eyes." I'm glad I came here tonight..."he whispered. Kyra smiled over at him. "Me too." She whispered back letting him move her hair out of her eyes. She leaned towards him and placed a kiss on his lips. Mark closed his eyes as she kissed him, feeling another moment of bliss as he kissed her back. Kyra smiled as she kissed him. This was all too perfect. She was so...happy about tonight occurrences. "The only bad thing is that I masturbated in front of you."he said sheepishly and blushed. She smiled a little. "I don't think that was a bad thing. It was very sexy." She said, truthfully. Mark chuckled,"I don't think so. Wait, so you were watching from the beginning?"he asked with a smile as he kissed her again. Kyra smiled and kissed him again. "Yeah." She replied quietly. "And you didn't wake me up?"he asked, curious as to what she was doing while he was helping himself. "Umm.no. I didn't want to interrupt you. You looked like you were having a perfect time." She smiled as she wrapped her arms around his bare waist as she kissed his neck once before looking back up at him. Mark smirked as he slid his hand down her stomach and press his middle finger against her clitoris." Are you sure that wasn't it.?"he asked, curious as he pushed against her clitoris more. Kyra couldn't help but to moan as she felt his finger on her clit. "Maybe..." She said and closed her eyes in pleasure as he kept pressing on her clit. Mark smiled as he began to rub her clitoris as he kissed." Then what?"he asked. She felt pure pleasure as he rubbed her clit and kissed her. This was great. "Why don't you find out..." She challenged. Mark smiled as his hand went further down and teased her pussy with his finger. "Mummy..." Kyra moaned as he teased her. She really wished he wouldn't tease her and go straight to fingering her. But the teasing just increased her desire. Mark felt her get wet and smiled, his finger still teasing her as his thumb rubbed her clitoris." You're wet."he said with a teasing smile. "Mummy..." She agreed. For some reason, she couldn't think of any words. She wanted him to finger fuck her and the teasing was starting to get to her. Mark smiled as he kissed her gently,"Do you want my finger inside you.?"he asked gently, still teasing her. Kyra nodded. "Yes..." she moaned a little. "Fuck me, please." She almost begged, she couldn't take the teasing anymore. Mark smiled as he thrust his finger into her pussy, easy to get in because of their earlier fucking. "Ah," She moaned out as she felt his finger in her cunt. It wasn't his cock, but it felt fucking amazing anyway. His finger began to glide in and out of her pussy, his thumb rubbing her clit while doing so. She moaned as she felt nothing but pleasure from his fingers. She laid her head back and took this in, while slowly grinding her hips towards his hand. Slipping in another finger, Mark smiled as he kissed her, knowing that she was slowly getting more full of his fingers. "God, Mark." She moaned out as the pleasure increased. She was reaching the climax and was going to cum soon. Furthermore, she slowly sped up her hip thrusts. Mark felt his cock get harder as she thrust her hips more and her moans increased as yet another finger was slipped in. "MMM... I'm going to cum." She announced as she felt herself really close to her climax. Mark then took his fingers out of her as he crawled down to her and licked her wet pussy. The feeling of his tongue in her pussy brought her to the edge. She finally came in his mouth. Mark was slightly shocked at the sudden coming, but smiled as he swished her cum around in his mouth, then crawled up her and kissed her deeply, pushing the cum into her mouth. Kyra kissed him and tasted her own cum along with his lips. It tasted amazing. She moaned into the kiss. She looked gorgeous, and felt amazing along with it. His hands traveled to her breasts as he began to massage them gently. Kyra couldn't help but to moan as he massaged her breasts. She was amazed that the whole time, she still had her tank top on. It needed to join her boxers on the floor. But the thin layer of fabric felt good between his hands and her breasts. Mark moaned as he kissed her neck and groped her breasts, all the while his body grinding against hers. "MMM..." She groaned in happiness as he did all of this. She ran a hand up his arm and down his side. Mark leaned in as he wrapped his lips around one of her nipples through the fabric, getting them hard pretty quick. Kyra bit her lip and moaned as she felt her nipples get hard from his attention. His tongue ran across her nipple as he bit on it gently. She sealed out a sound of pain and pleasure as he did so. This was turning her on so much. Mark smiled as he pulled on her nipple as his hand found her tight ass and squeezed. "Mmm. God Mark. You're so amazing." Kyra sighed out as she felt his ass squeezed by his amazing hands. Mark moved his free hand to her tank top and began to pull it down, wanting to taste her sensitive skin on his lips. She gasped a little when she felt his lips on her skin and breasts. She was very sensitive, but it felt so fucking amazing. Seeing her breasts before his eyes, he groaned,"I've wanted to see like this for so long."he whispered as he kissed her. Kyra smiled at his comment. "Me too." She said and reached down to completely remove the tank top so it wouldn't be in their way. She had a bellybutton ring and a line of tattooed stars along her left hip. Mark looked at the ring and the tattooed stars with surprise. He hadn't expected a girl like Kyra to get a tattoo or ring. He moved down as he kissed the placed where the stars were." God, that's sexy..."he said as he kissed her left hip again. Kyra smiled as he kissed her tattoo. "I knew you'd like it." She had had those tattoos and the ring since she was 16. She wondered why he was so surprised. Maybe because she hadn't been in a bathing suit or anything around him for him to actually see them. Mark smiled as he kissed her hip again, then moved down towards her thighs, kissing them softly. She gasped as she felt his lips move to her thighs. His kisses felt so good all over her body. Mark smiled as he slowly trailed his lips towards her pussy, his lips kissing her clit lightly. Kyra moaned as she felt his lips on her clit. She started to get wet a little. Planting his lips on her clit, he began to suck on her clit as his arms around her thigh. "Oh, god." Kyra groaned out as he sucked on her clit. This felt so good. Mark sucked on her clit harder as he thrust his finger inside her pussy, doing both at the same time. Kyra moaned continuously as she started to thrust her hips towards his fingers and mouth. Mark removed his lips from her clit and licked the outside of her pussy lightly, teasing her. Kyra moaned. "Don't tease..." She begged him. Mark chuckled as he used his right fingers to spread her pussy, seeing the shiny pink insides. He tongues reached out and lightly ran across the pink inside. Kyra's whole body shivered as she felt his tongue in her entrance. She moaned, wanting more. His lips found one of her silky found and began to suck on it tenderly, his finger still gliding in and out of her. Kyra groaned and put her hands in his hair as he sucked her pussy and finger fucked her. As his tongue pleased and felt her hands onto his hair, and pushed his mouth into her more. "O yea...eat my pussy, mark..." She moaned out as she raised her hips a little. Mark's tongue lashed out inside her pussy, his lips sucking on her folds at the same time. "MMM...fuck..." She groaned and felt herself getting wetter by the second. Mark used his tongue to lap up any reachable fluids inside her, then stood up to a crouch and picking up the lower half of her body, thrusting his tongue deeper inside. Kyra wrapped her legs around his neck and pushed his head towards her pussy. She was getting close to cumming... Mark smiled as he did his final technique: the man rolled back his tongue, then lashed it out and managed to touch her g-spot. "O shit" She cried as he hit her g-spot. If he did that a few more times she was going to orgasm. Mark noticed that her body clenched, so he rolled his tongue again and hit her g-spot three times in a row. "Fuuuuuccckk!" She exclaimed as her vagina clenched, and she let go, her cum flooding out. Mark tried his best to drink as much of her cum as possible, but the rest came onto his face. Kyra looked down at him while she was still on the high of her orgasm. Seeing him drink her cum and have it all over his face turned her on even more. Mark's tongue lashed across his lips, cleaning himself and drinking her cum at the same time. "God that's so sexy." She smiled down at him and then sat up and brought his lips to her to kiss him Mark smiled as he leaned forward and kissed her back,"What do you want to do now?"he asked. Kyra smiled and thought a little as she laid back down and brought him back with her to lay beside her. She was still breathing heavily, and she looked up at the ceiling trying to get her thoughts together. What did she want to do now? She sure as hell wasn't done with him yet, but what did he want to do? "I don't mind. As long as we do something together." She smiled as she laid on her side and faced him. Mark smiled as he kissed her again and whispered into Kyra's ear." You could finish what you did last before.?"he asked. Kyra smiled as she kissed him and felt his breath in her ear. She looked at him mischievously. "I could do that..." Mark smiled gently and kissed her cheek. She smiled back and gently pushed him to lay down fully on his back as she hovered over him and began kissing his neck. She moved down and planted kisses on his chest and stomach. Mark shifted as he moaned at her kisses, his eyes getting glazed over. Kyra reached her hand out to wrap her fingers around his shaft. Ever so slowly, she started to rub it up and down. Mark shuddered as he felt his fingers, this time though it was much more powerful." Kyra, that... ah!"he moaned. Kyra smiled as she heard this. It turned her on a little more. She kept rubbing his cock and moved to lightly touch her tongue to the head, and looking up to see his reaction. Mark headshot as he felt her tongue on the tip, then fell back with a groan of pleasure as his cock throbbed in her hand. Kyra smiled at his reaction and put the head into her mouth, while still rubbing her hands against his shaft. "Ah, ah, ah!"he gasped, his eyes widened with the sudden feeling of slight euphoria Kyra moaned as she took in more of his cock into her mouth, and slowly bobbing her head up and down. Mark yelled out when her mouth slid down his long and thick cock, his hands being placed on her head to guide her on and off. Him yelling and the feel of his thick cock in her mouth made her get wet fast. She moaned in response and felt his hands on her head to guide her on. Mark gasped multiple times as he felt himself close to climax." Kyra, I'm... I'm... CUMMING!"he yelled as he released himself and came. Kyra edged him on until cum shot into her mouth. She swallowed most of it and left the rest in her mouth, savoring the taste before swallowing it. She looked up at him and smiled. "Damn that was good, huh?" Mark exhaled tiredly, still in an intense state of euphoria." That was... amazing."he exhaled. Kyra smiled. "I'm glad you think so." This was only the second time to ever give a blowjob. The guy before was this pleased as well. It must be one of her natural talents. She crawled up over him and kissed him. Mark exhaled, then tasted and smelled his cum on her lips." Heh... I'm tired..."he said. "Mmmhmmm..." Kyra said and laid down beside him, laying her head on his chest. "Me too." Mark smiled,"Then, let's sleep... huh?"he suggested, closing his eyes and falling asleep. "Mmmhmmm..." She said tiredly. Kyra was worn out from the night's occurrences. She fell asleep with his arm around her, both naked in her bed. Mark woke up and found himself holding Kyra closely." Huh, so it wasn't a dream..."he said quietly as he kissed her forehead. She woke up with him and smiled up at him. "No it wasn't." Mark smiled and kissed her gently." Good."he said,"Hey, can I use your shower?"he asked. Kyra kissed him back and nodded. "Yes you can. But you better hurry, because I have to take one too." Mark just then had a thought, and smiled at it deviously." You don't have to wait." he said. Kyra smiled, forgetting that her shower was big enough for two. And that mark wasn't just her friend anymore, he had benefits. "Ok. That sounds like a good plan." Mark smiled and stood up, cracking his neck as he looked at her. She smiled and looked back up at him. Katie sat up and crawled out of bed, no longer tired, but more excited now that they were going to shower together. She had only dreamt of being like this with Mark. Mark licked his lips as he saw her stand up, finally seeing her naked figure fully." Yeah, let's go."he said as he walked took her hand and headed for the bathroom. Kyra smiled and followed him to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and waited for it to warm up. It was a decently sized stand up shower with glass on two sides. She leaned against the door of the shower and looked at him, smiling. Mark smiled as he stepped forward and kissed her deeply, pushing her against the glass as his hand brushed against her thigh. She smiled and kissed him back, opening her mouth a little and feeling his hand on her thigh. Kyra wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer. Mark slipped his tongue inside her mouth, finding her tongue as they wrestled gently with each. His hardened cock rubbed against the lips of her pussy. Kyra moved her tongue with his. Her pussy weakened wanting his cock in it again. She pulled back to get some air. "The shower should be warm enough now." She said, breathing a little heavier. Mark bit his lip as she pulled away. He wanted to fuck her again right then, but decided the shower would be abitbetter." All right."he breathed, getting into the shower. Kyra followed him into the shower and wrapped her arms around his neck kissing him passionately underneath the warm water. Mark moaned into her mouth as he leaned against the shower wall. His arms traveled down to her ass and squeezed tightly. Afterward, he pulled her up onto his waist as his cock throbbed for Kyra's pussy. Kyra wrapped her legs around his waist and kept kissing him and slipped her tongue in his mouth. Her pussy was almost aching for his cock. Mark groaned as his cock found the entrance to her pussy and thrust her down." Ah..."he gasped. "MMM... Mark..." Kyra moaned out as she felt his cock in her pussy. Kyra nibbled at his wet ear and whispered. "Fuck me hard, Mark." She challenged him. Mark moaned and nodded as he lifted her up off his cock, then pulled her back down quickly." Kyra, that feels.!"he moaned as he lifted her up and down hard and fast. "...fucking amazing...!" She finished his sentence as she rode his cock and moaned. Mark was amazed that she could practically read his mind and finish his sentences. The male leaned in and nibbled lightly on her ear as she rode his cock, the cock almost touching her g-spot. What could she say? She knew Mark almost more than he knew himself. She felt him nibble her ear and smiled as she kept pumping up and down on his cock. Mark stepped forward and pushed Kyra against the glass door as his tongue traveled along her ear as he pushed her more with each thrust. Kyra groaned in pleasure as she felt herself being pushed between him and the glass. "Oh, god, Mark...Your cock feels so good..." "Tell me about it." Mark exclaimed as he slid his cock out, then thrust up, entering farther than before. "Oh god!" She yelled out as she felt him go deeper. "How could that slut ever leave you?" She moaned out as she neared her climax. Mark laughed as he neared climax also." I don't know... but I do know one thing... I'm sure as hell not leaving you."he whispered. "Thank God..." She breathed out. "Ah, Mark... I'm...going to cum..." "Go ahead. I'll be right behind... YOU!" Mark yelled as he once again released his seed into Kyra, his body almost faltering as he shook lightly. Kyra had come a second before he did, and she almost screamed as the high of the orgasm filled her entire body. "Fuck, that was amazing..." Mark grinned happily as he shuddered a bit from the orgasm, and kissed her gently." Incredible..."he whispered, his eyes closing for a moment. She kissed him back and leaned her head back against the glass, breathing heavily. This was the best sex she had had in a long time, and she was beginning to feel more than friendship towards Mark. "Yeah..." She agreed. Pulling out of her, he let her stand as he leaned against the shower wall, smiling gently at her as he regained his breath and composure. Kyra weakly leaned against the wall, smiling back at him. Cracking his neck, he felt ready." Have time for one more?"he asked with a grin. Kyra laughed a little. "Hell yea. I'll always have time for you, Mark." "Good."he said, stepped up to her pushing up her leg to spread her pussy open. He then plunged into her deeply. "God, you're so thick..." She moaned as she felt his cock go into her pussy again. Thrusting his cock in deeper, he closed his eyes as he leaned and kissed Kyra. "MMM..." She moaned into his lips. She opened her mouth a little when she gasped, feeling his cock move inside of her. Slowly moving in and out, he began to wonder what time it was." I think I may... have to go in a bit." "Ok..." She said. She then whispered in his ear, "But first, fuck me as hard as you fucking can..." challenging him. Mark smirked as he thrust his hip towards her, hitting her g-spot hard and fast. "Ah!...Oh, god..." She moaned into his ear. "Mark... I'm gonna...MMM...cum soon..." Mark nibbled on her ear gently, his tongue teasing her ear lobe as he fucked her more." Then cum..."he moaned. "Fuuuuuck..." She moaned out as she couldn't hold it anymore. Her cum flowed from her, covering his cock inside of her. Feeling her warm cum flow over his cock, Mark slid out of her and fell on his ass, feeling tired." All right, let's actually get a shower going, hm?" she laughed a little and leaned back on the wall. "Ok. Sounds good. I feel...dirty." She joked. Mark laughed, closing his eyes as he let the water fall over him. Kyra smiled and let the warm water relax her muscles. She grabbed her shampoo from the floor and squirt some liquid in her hand. Taking the shampoo, he used some on his hair and scrubbed gently. That's how it obtained it'sreallygood look. After scrubbing her hair for a little bit, she looked over to Mark and ran her fingers through his soapy hair, helping him get everything. *bump*

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Tower of Deadly Evil_ Rannil, Cd4, Halna and Lix Lorn!

DM The room you 4 stand in is 100ft wide and 100ft deep. There are several burning torches on the walls, and the carpeted floor is a dull red. At the north wall is a door, in the center of the wall: a large double door with a big heavy wooden look and metal doorknobs. A plate of metal fixed on the door reads Room 1 -"Business as Usual...". The Eastern wall has 4 cubes, which glow with magic. They are signed as "Magic-Mart". A sign reads "Re-Rolls! Control your fate. Now for just 500gp, max 3 per customer, not available anywhere else. If we sell out, you miss out!" The Western wall contains a series of empty Portraits. The Southern Wall has 4 "Phone Boxes", labelled "Save? Reload?" You are aware of some rules, as listed on each phone box. You cannot create an effect that would render you unkillable. Furthermore, you cannot teleport outside the room you are in. Furthermore, you cannot burrow beyond the boundaries of the room you are in. Furthermore, you may not step on the grass. Your objective is to reach the top floor. Says a glowing orb like creature, in a musical tone. Once you have, you will be rewarded! He says, before floating around and fading away. Spoiler Hide Do as you wish here, buy any magic items etc., heal, cast pre-combat spells, talk if you want. What looks like a moving pile of plate armor walks around for a bit, getting the feel of the room. He carries a very large, odd spear. He is mostly silent as he taps the walls and floor. Furthermore, he nods his satisfaction. "Good stone. Very well-built. I'd be proud to have this stone in my Mountain home. It'd keep the Forgotten Beasties out." After that, he walks over to the 're-roll' station. "Anyone know what these are for?" A voice comes out of nowhere saying:I think they are good luck charms, when we have bad luck they could make the luck better. Then the voice suddenly realizes something. Oops, left the invisibility on again. That should sort it. A small pixie appears flying in midair, she has long black hair and piercing blue eyes. She is also wearing armor. "I buy three! Shiny charms!"1500 gold pieces fall out of nowhere on the counter (or before the sign). "Soon... Now what? Shines"? "This is going to be AWESOME." smirked Emily. "I bet I can take more than you three." The girl was floating just above the ground, looking around with interest. The pile of Mountain Plate removes its helmet, revealing a dwarf with a very bushy beard. "Woman, I highly doubt that you could take my armor, let alone me in it." I'm not so sure with this boost to Dexterity and boost to AC together we could probably lift your armor from you.IOC:Spoiler Hide Activating 2 Marshal Boost affecting all allies within 60ft including me giving plus 9 to initiative and all DEX based skill checks and +1 AC. If you want as a swift action the +9 could be to charisma based skill checks. She laughed." I don't mean that. Tho, that said, I could take you. Dwarves are slow." cd4:Spoiler Hide Marshal Aura does not apply to Initiative. Initiative is not a skill check. Marshal "Motivate X" auras only affect skill checks not ability checks or anything else. Ion Dragon's you're DM, He should be round shortly. The dwarf smiles. "Ah, but to hit me, you'd need to be able to get into range." He fully extends his reach, his arms stretching and lunging out. "[COLOR="RGB(139, 0, 0)"]My main offense is my awesome defense.[/COLOR]" Acadian 9th, cd4:Spoiler Hide Motivate Dexterity: Bonus on Dexterity checks, Dexterity-based skill checks, and initiative checks. Precise wording on page 13 of the miniatures' handbook. They even double mention is, initiative is a dexterity check. Unless this is a change to the normal rule, in which case I said nothing. Ran nil, cd4Spoiler Hide I sit corrected. Marshal is now one of my most favorite classes. Thank you. Nothing to hold up play. Originally Posted by Hanna Leaving The dwarf smiles. "Ah, but to hit me, you'd need to be able to get into range." He fully extends his reach, his arms stretching and lunging out. "[COLOR="RGB(139, 0, 0)"]My main offense is my awesome defense.[/COLOR]" "That's pretty good." she nodded slowly. "But what would happen if I made your brain start bleeding out through every hole in your head?" Moran shrugs. "Dwarves don't need brains. Give us a good suit of armor and a weapon, and we'll function" She smirked." I could just disintegrate you." DM VOICE: Will be black bold. There are plenty here deserving your violence, none of whom are present at this time. You may proceed at your leisure. The voice says with an amused air. At the opposite end of the next room you see two Trolls leaning against the far wall in opposite corners. Spoiler Hide {table=autonomy=1;width=250px]A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J ||||||||T|T ||||||||T|T ||||||||| ||||||||| ||||||||H| ||||||||| ||||||||| ||||||||| ||||||||T|T ||||||||T|T[/table] Questions: Do we roll for initiative? And Where do we enter the room? Sorry, you enter at A6, you may roll Unit now or wait until combat is engaged. They do not charge the moment you enter the room, so Unit is not mandatory at this time. "Awesome." grinned Emily. "Let's DO this!" Spoiler Hide Initiative (1d20+8)[12]+9 for the Aura. IOC:Spoiler Hide Lix, the boost I gave you for the marshal aura gives a direct +9 to the check not +9 dexes. Initiative:(1d20+22)[42] "Bah, Trolls." Spoiler Hide Initiative: (1d20+27)[43] Moran laughs and puts on his helmet. "Two more cavern beasties to the Butcher's shop, yes sir!" Spoiler Hide Unit: (1d20+11)[26] Ion, what are the CR's of the trolls? Spoiler Hide Is this a metagame question or does this affect one of your powers? If so, which one (so I can look it up in advance)? I do not think that you would be able to tell that especially without interaction. Ion Dragon:Spoiler Hide You're doing great, keep it up. The CR for the trolls is 10. Tell them that and watch them get confused. They actually are CR 10 since the fighter levels make them that. This encounter is pretty easy, but by the time we get into the swing of it is should be CR 20-25, since the Gestalt X1.6 bonus feats X1.2 pretty much makes them really effective. And we want to challenge them... :evil grin: Remember awesome blow and inhuman reach with the even court blade, a nice combo. Knock back chargers and CRT them, d6+2 STR damage. Remember the Bard. +6d6 sonic and entangle on 3 players. As you enter the room, a heavy steel portcullis drops into place behind you. Across the room enters a Halfling holding a Flying V guitar, another portcullis dropping into place behind him. Eh, look at 'dis 'ere. We got us a d'of 'n some little faerie. I hear but day taste the same. Round. Fight! Who said that? IonDragonSpoiler Hide Can I taunt the trolls with a free action without talking. Like giving the finger or sticking out my tongue or other rude gestures. To check if they respond to me even though I am invisible. Then speaking in plural makes me doubting. I forgot when I rolled initiative to roll for my knowledge devotion bonus so here it is:Knowledge (nature: Giant)(1d20+18)[19]16-25 = +2 attack and damage26-30 = +3 attack and damage31-35 = +4 attack and damage36+ = +5 attack and damage Originally Posted by Ion Dragon Spoiler Hide Is this a metagame question or does this affect one of your powers? If so, which one (so I can look it up in advance)? I do not think that you would be able to tell that especially without interaction. Spoiler Hide Fighting Challenge (Knights Challenge Ability): Pick any opponent that has a CR greater than or equal to your character level minus 2. Against this worthy opponent, you place your honor and reputation on the line and as a result, fight harder and better than usual. You gain a morale bonus to attack, damage, and will saves as listed on the table. Additionally, you gain temporary hit points equal to the bonus listed on the table multiplied by 5. This ability uses up 1 Knight's Challenge and lasts for 5 rounds plus your charisma modifier, it is possible to issue more than 1 fighting challenge an encounter. If you are reduced to 0 hit points, you lose 1 use of Knight's Challenge. (Bold mine) I think it means that It's something innate, rather than that I need to waste a challenge to gain my bonuses (like, my character just knows if someone is worthy or not.) Originally Posted by Ran nil Ion Dragon Spoiler Hide Can I taunt the trolls with a free action without talking. Like giving the finger or sticking out my tongue or other rude gestures. To check if they respond to me even though I am invisible. Then speaking in plural makes me doubting. Yes you may, though that may have been a typo. If you are all invisible I apologize and can edit that back. Could everyone please list all of your active buffs, either in spoilers or on your sheets. Originally Posted by Hanna Leaving Spoiler Hide Fighting Challenge (Knights Challenge Ability): Pick any opponent that has a CR greater than or equal to your character level minus 2. Against this worthy opponent, you place your honor and reputation on the line and as a result, fight harder and better than usual. You gain a morale bonus to attack, damage, and will saves as listed on the table. Additionally, you gain temporary hit points equal to the bonus listed on the table multiplied by 5. This ability uses up 1 Knight's Challenge and lasts for 5 rounds plus your charisma modifier, it is possible to issue more than 1 fighting challenge an encounter. If you are reduced to 0 hit points, you lose 1 use of Knight's Challenge. (Bold mine) I think it means that It's something innate, rather than that I need to waste a challenge to gain my bonuses (like, my character just knows if someone is worthy or not.) Spoiler Hide Sure, why not. They are CR 10 Okay, here is my active buffs. Spoiler Hide Greater Invisibility, Marshal Aura DEX based, Marshal Aura AC Based. I have none. None at all.EDIT: Um, does my 20% displacement from Cloak of Displacement count? No, but good to know. Spoiler Hide Buffs: Dark One’s Own Luck [Fort] (+2 fort) Entropic Warding (as entropic shield+ pass without trace, aka 20% miss chance for ranged attacks and no tracking me) Leaps and Bounds +6 balance, jump, tumble Void sense 30ft blind sense All 24 hours warlock spells. And of course the Greater Invisibility, always on. Also, 30 SR that isn't on my sheet because there is no SR spot. Besides, should I make the first move now? Just noted I had the highest initiative. Yes you may. As there is only one fairy visible, I will correct what the Troll said. IOC: Who's first again? I thought I'd covered this already, but it must have been in another thread. We will not be using the usual initiative system. Waiting for one person to act can bog down a PBP significantly. I will average the parties' initiatives. One group will act, then the next. Your group will be going first. Oh, Coolio. To reiterate, it is your group's turn. You may act when you are ready. Emily leapt into the air, wings holding her weight, and dashed directly towards the nearest troll, weapons drawn. Spoiler Hide I charge. 90ft move, so 180ft charge. Attack 1 - (1d20+31)[42] Attack 2 - (1d20+31)[34] Attack 3 - (1d20+31)[49] Attack 4 - (1d20+31)[44] Attack 5 - (1d20+26)[28] Attack 6 - (1d20+26)[39] Attack 7 - (1d20+21)[40] Attack 8 - (1d20+16)[28] Damage 1 - (2d8+6)[12] Damage 2 - (2d8+6)[9] Damage 3 - (2d8+6)[14] Damage 4 - (2d8+3)[10] Damage 5 - (2d8+6)[19] Damage 6 - (2d8+3)[12] Damage 7 - (2d8+6)[15] Damage 8 - (2d8+6)[15] She has the Anarchic weapon ability. If the trolls are lawful, they take 2d6 bonus damage. Spoiler Hide Anarchic 1 - (2d6)[7] Anarchic 2 - (2d6)[6] Anarchic 3 - (2d6)[12] Anarchic 4 - (2d6)[5] Anarchic 5 - (2d6)[7] Anarchic 6 - (2d6)[5] Anarchic 7 - (2d6)[3] Anarchic 8 - (2d6)[3] Critical confirmations, if needed: (15-20 x2) Spoiler Hide Threat 1 - (1d20+31)[37] Threat 2 - (1d20+31)[51] Threat 3 - (1d20+31)[51] Threat 4 - (1d20+31)[43] Threat 5 - (1d20+26)[39] Threat 6 - (1d20+26)[29] Threat 7 - (1d20+21)[30] Threat 8 - (1d20+16)[34] I need to check with Acadian, I don't understand his notes here... Do you have anything that usurps the AOO you provoke for moving through threatened area? If it's not related, I don't know what Sidestep Charge does. I do not. That happens as normal. DXD Before Emily can reach the Troll to unleash her bladed fury, it lashes out at her with extraordinarily long arms wielding an exquisite sword. Spoiler Hide (1d20+26)[28] for (4d6+25)[42] damage. Reflex save Vs. Damage dealt or be knocked back 10 ft. Spoiler Hide Reflex - (1d20+19)[24] Wait. Don't you suffer an AOO for moving OUT of a threatened area? Emily is knocked back and is unable to complete her attack. Spoiler Hide Or for moving from one threatened square to another. The Troll has 15' reach. Spoiler Hide Didn't I start on the other side of the room? (Confused now) Spoiler Hide That is correct. Against an opponent with 15' reach, unless you also have 15' reach you have to enter his outermost threatened square, then advance another square (moving from one threatened square to another), thereby provoking an AOO. Spoiler Hide ...oh. Well, bother. Moran stops, and takes a moment to gain focus. Spoiler Hide Rolling for Psionic Focus (1d20+22)[38] Trixie will fly up to the ceiling before moving invisibly to the nearest troll, when she is next to him, she will unleash her daggers. Touch Attack using palm throw :(1d20+26)[30]Damage for Dagger 1:(1d3+11)[13]basic plus(2d6)[8]Sneak Attack plus(5d6)[13]Dueling Damage for Dagger 2:(1d3+11)[14]basic plus(2d6)[6]Sneak Attack plus(5d6)[17]Dueling Temp DM Okay, Ion Dragon's obviously occupied at the moment, so I'll DM temporarily for you guys. Stand by...... Trixie's attacks are successful in damaging the troll - nice damage... The Troll looks rather stupidly at all the sharp things in him and glances around." What's me blood doin' ova there! "He grumbles." 'EY Storm, did you just 'it me? "Hanna, next time just say you are focused as you start. Ran nil, go for it. Luna charges at the troll right of her. Spoiler Hide 1st Attack: (1d20+24)[35] Damage: (1d4+21)[24] + Sneak Attack: (17d6+15)[76] + 2 STR damage. 2nd Attack: (1d20+24)[28] Damage: (1d4+21)[24] + Sneak Attack: (17d6+15)[65] + 2 STR damage. 3rd Attack: (1d20+24)[25] Damage: (1d4+21)[25] + Sneak Attack: (17d6+15)[73] + 2 STR damage. 4th Attack: (1d20+24)[34] Damage: (1d4+21)[24] + Sneak Attack: (17d6+15)[78] + 2 STR damage. Spoiler Hide Well, since it didn't work last time... I'm going to attempt to do exactly the same thing again! Oh, but: I DECLARE MY DODGE ON HIM. And I have mobility. So +5 dodge bonus, -2 for charge, AC 30. Attack 1 - (1d20+31)[37] Attack 2 - (1d20+31)[40] Attack 3 - (1d20+31)[48] CRT! Attack 4 - (1d20+31)[49] CRT! Attack 5 - (1d20+26)[42] CRT! Attack 6 - (1d20+26)[41] CRT! Attack 7 - (1d20+21)[26] Attack 8 - (1d20+16)[29] Damage 1 - (2d8+6)[16] Damage 2 - (2d8+6)[17] Damage 3 - (2d8+6)[17] Damage 4 - (2d8+3)[12] Damage 5 - (2d8+6)[15] Damage 6 - (2d8+3)[12] Damage 7 - (2d8+6)[15] Damage 8 - (2d8+6)[20] If it's lawful: Spoiler Hide Anarchic 1 - (2d6)[5] Anarchic 2 - (2d6)[5] Anarchic 3 - (2d6)[9] Anarchic 4 - (2d6)[8] Anarchic 5 - (2d6)[10] Anarchic 6 - (2d6)[4] Anarchic 7 - (2d6)[5] Anarchic 8 - (2d6)[5] And any CRT Confirmations. Spoiler Hide Attack 1 - (1d20+31)[33] (That should say CRT) CRT 2 - (1d20+31)[44] CRT 3 - (1d20+31)[40] CRT 4 - (1d20+31)[44] CRT 5 - (1d20+26)[41] CRT 6 - (1d20+26)[44] CRT 7 - (1d20+21)[38] CRT 8 - (1d20+16)[19] Growling, Emily charged again, carefully dodging from side to side, hoping to avoid the creatures attacks. Luna's attacks hit and 3 get through the armor; He knocks it out. The Troll is not dead yet. Luna takes(12d6)[32]fire damage. As for Emily's attacks, the troll lashes out(1d20+18)[28]for(2d6+19)[27]and Reflex DC damage felt or be knocked back. The troll misses and then Emily cuts into the troll; Dealing heavy damage. The thing staggers, but the flames of it's body deal(18d6)[70]flame damage. Spoiler Hide I... think I might be dead. Fire resistance? Even 5 would save you, since it's 4 separate damage sources. Regardless, we can rewind to when your first attack hit that way you can change your action. Spoiler Hide I don't THINK I have fire resistance... Although, thanks to Mobility, the first attack shouldn't have hit either. (Shrugs) The trolls attack missed anyway - but the fire damage from the mantle of flame (3d6 per attack) hurts you, right? So rewind? Spoiler Hide I meant the VERY first attack when I charged. But yes please. ._. (Hadn't seen the Mantle of Flame) Kay. I overlooked that the Mantle of Flame was not mentioned. Retake your turn! Spoiler Hide Thank you so much. Getting up, Emily wiped some blood from her mouth, and stretched her wings, leaping into the air. As she did, she pointed a finger at the troll, blasting a ray of deadly energy at it. Spoiler Hide I fly 90ft directly upwards (or however far I can go without hitting the ceiling) and manifest Psionic Disintegrate for 15 power points, plus a Wild Surge for 4. Attack - (1d20+29)[34] [roll=Damage (Save failed)]38d6[/roll] [roll=Damage (Save made)]5d6[/roll] DC 23 Fortitude save for the troll. Psychic Enervation - (1d100)[74]20 or less is bad. * post roll count doesn't match database Spoiler Hide Stupid rolls. Save passed: Damage - (5d6)[13] Save failed: Damage - (38d6)[132] Temp DM Their actual turn next, I think! Fort Save:(1d20+18)[25] Dealing 13 damage, the troll regenerates back some of the damage he took, then he lurches forward in a rush at Moran, bull rush(1d20+30)[47]opposed by you - if you fail, you get smashed into the wall and take(10d6+30)[71]damage; after which the troll hops back 10ft by teleporting. The other troll who was knocked out rises unsteadily to his feet, regenerating; Healing again to raise himself to fighting strength. With a roar he teleports back 10ft, then charges, attacking Luna with his court blade, (1d20+24)[44]dealing(4d6+39)[50]damage. He did this from 15ft away. In case of a 15-20 CRT, confirm(1d20+24)[37]extra damage(2d6+39)[44]and(1d6+2)[7]strength damage to Luna.EDIT: Wow. Sorry, Luna. DM Only:Spoiler Hide Troll 1: 1/2 PP; Healing Soul +12 hp, regent +11 hp; troll 2 (Was downed): 1/2 PP, Healing soul +12, Regent +11; So on 13 hp. IOC: Does the troll have Improved Bull Rush? If he does:Course 1IC: Moran grunts and tries to resist the rushing Troll. Spoiler Hide Bull Rush Resist (1d20+13)[22] IOC: If not, Course 2:IC: Moran swings with his halberd as the Troll approaches, attempting to force it back. Spoiler Hide AOO (1d20+28)[34] If CRT, confirmation: (1d20+28)[45] Damage: [roll]2d8+1d6+14[/roll] Yes, he has improved bull rush; you take the damage... You guys are up! If Trixie is still next a troll then she will stay there and do a full attack on the unwounded troll. If she is within 5ft of one then she will do a 5ft step to be next and attack the unwounded troll. If neither are within 5ft then she will move next to one and only do a standard attack to the unwounded troll. If the trolls are more than 30ft apart then she will target the one she is next to. If the troll she is attacking is killed then she will target the other Touch Attack using palm throw :(1d20+26)[33]Damage for Dagger 1:(1d3+11)[13]basic plus(2d6)[8]Sneak Attack plus(5d6)[9]Dueling Damage for Dagger 2:(1d3+11)[12]basic plus(2d6)[9]Sneak Attack plus(5d6)[25]Dueling Touch Attack using palm throw :(1d20+21)[30]Damage for Dagger 3:(1d3+11)[14]basic plus(2d6)[7]Sneak Attack plus(5d6)[20]Dueling Damage for Dagger 4:(1d3+11)[12]basic plus(2d6)[7]Sneak Attack plus(5d6)[23]Dueling Touch Attack using palm throw :(1d20+16)[21]Damage for Dagger 5:(1d3+11)[12]basic plus(2d6)[5]Sneak Attack plus(5d6)[17]Dueling Damage for Dagger 6:(1d3+11)[12]basic plus(2d6)[5]Sneak Attack plus(5d6)[9]Dueling Originally Posted by Acadian 9th Dealing 13 damage, the troll regenerates back some of the damage he took, then he lurches forward in a rush at Moran, bull rush (1d20+54)[67] opposed by you - if you fail, you get smashed into the wall and take (1d20+43)[59] damage; after which the troll hops back 10ft by teleporting. The other troll who was knocked out rises unsteadily to his feet, regenerating; Healing again to raise himself to fighting strength. With a roar he teleports back 10ft, then charges, attacking Luna with his court blade, [roll2] dealing [roll3] damage. He did this from 15ft away. In case of a 15-20 CRT, confirm [roll4] extra damage [roll5] and [roll6] strength damage to Luna. EDIT: Wow. Sorry, Luna. @CadianSpoiler Hide Don't forgot I'm invisible, that was stated earlier here. I also question the fact he teleports backwards, but I assume you meant forwards. Should make some checks also. Hide: (1d20+54)[67] (That's including the +20 bonus due invisibility while moving.) Move Silent: (1d20+43)[59] Moran roars, blood rushing to his head. His vision narrows and focuses in on the troll as the edges of his eyesight turns black. He charges forward, his arms reaching out to incredible lengths to attempt to hit the troll. Spoiler Hide Temporary changes to Stat block Spoiler Hide HP: 294 AC: 51 Reach: 15ft Ability Scores: Str-32, Con- 42 Probably others Attack w/charge: (1d20+32)[36] Damage [roll]2d8+1d6+16[/roll] If CRT, confirm (1d20+32)[51] Emily swoops, stopping in place some distance above the nearest creature. Gathering energy, she points downwards and gives a triumphant cry as a blast of frost heads for her target. Spoiler Hide I fly to 90ft above the nearest troll, and manifest Energy Ray straight down for 15 power points, plus Wild Surge. Attack - (1d20+29)[43] Damage - (19d6+19)[95] Damage is cold damage. Enervation - (1d100)[25] 20 or less is bad. Ran nil:Spoiler Hide Yeah, He teleported back so he could charge you. And I forgot miss chance from concealment, remember he's got scent, sorry: (1d2)[2] 1 is a hit; Trixie's attacks stagger a troll, but It's still standing. Then it falls as more daggers "kill" it. It's merely knocked out. Doran hits and deals(2d8+16)[28]+(1d6)[2]; then the troll he targeted is blasted by Ice. It gets knocked out; You guy's'll need to CDG it to keep it dead. Oops, I forgot to say. The trolls are both knocked out, so they can't do anything in their turn. You guys go again. Seeing the trolls fall, Emily smiled slightly, and channeled psychic energy to heal her wounds. Spoiler Hide Manifest Body Adjustment for 15pp. Healing - (6d12)[41] Moran gathers all his strength and tries to end the life of the troll, driving his blade down into the troll. He rages upon it, striking again and again, blood splattering his armor. Spoiler Hide Coup de grâce attempt. (1d8+16)[21]+(1d6)[6] If that doesn't kill it, Moran continues to attack/CDG it till it is dead. Dorian's powerful strikes cut into the troll, severing its link to life and rendering it a bloody husk. It dies. The other awaits a frenzied stabbing, but it'll be back in its next turn so act quickly. Trixie moves to finish off the other troll. CdG: Base:(1d3+11)[13]+Sneak:(2d6)[5]+SS(5d6)[17]Multiply by 2 what is needed. Moran continues to hack at the troll's dead body until it truly is a husk, splattering blood everywhere. He then roars, and stands back, breathing heavily. He leans on his halberd and shakes his head to clear it. Emily slowly descends, alighting on the floor with a grin. Nice job, you guys kill them good. Each of your receives 250gp, with Hanna and cd4 getting an extra 250gp. The two rooms available are:Room 2:" An Unexpected Party... "Andrew 3:" They're coming out of the goddamn walls! "The doors are located as follows: To room 2, on your left from this room (Entering from the starting room); And to Room 3, straight ahead. You've got no obligation to take one over the other, to be honest. "So, where now?" said Emily, excitedly. Moran looks around. "I say the one with the most blood. That usually leads to more Fun." Somehow capitalizing the word fun with his speech. I think that we should take Room 2 says Trixie It will probably be easier and Room 3 suggests incorporeal monsters with no blood. Moran shrugs. "I'm cool with parties. I remember this one party I was at, at this GREAT steel statue, beautiful, really, there were about 40 dwarves and 300 or so animals in a room smaller than this. It was a lot of fun." So what room you guys thinking of taking? The Party? Well I voted for room 2, Hanna accepted the idea and no-one else has posted presumably because they agree. Monster INI:(1d20+7)[19]Room 2 "An Unexpected Party..." This room is dominated by a large table in the center, stacked with lovely food. Golden goblets and platters of fruit feature, yet the feature you see immediately is the delicious cake. It looks delicious and moist. MapSpoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_| 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7||||||[]|[]| 8|||||E|[]|[]|E| 9||||||[]|[]| 10|||||E|[]|[]|E| 11| 12| 13| 14| 15|X|[/table] There are 4 even wizards who stand up from their chairs. They wear blue flowing robes, and look nice." The tea is getting cold, please, leave! "One says, powering up a spell. Spoiler Hide Not really casting, but just RP If you won INI, go ahead! Initiative - (1d20+8)[11]Spoiler Hide Is it metagaming if I make a will save to disbelieve that feast now? I know it's a lie. XP No, it is indeed a delicious cake. Initiative(1d20+22)[34]One question where do we start? X marks the spot, You guys start close to that door. Trixie will move to F11 via F12 and throw some daggers at the wizard in H10. Palm Throw attack:(1d20+26)[41]Dagger 1 Damage:(1d3+11)[12]+(2d6)[3]SA +(5d6)[19]SS Dagger 2 Damage:(1d3+11)[14]+(2d6)[8]SA +(5d6)[14]SS Moran charges forward with a blood-curdling howl and begins to hack at the closest elf. Spoiler Hide Moves to C12 and makes a standard action against the nearest one. (1d20+28)[31] Damage: [roll]2d8+14[roll]+(1d6)[2] Rerolling damage.(2d8+14)[20] And unit. Damn my eyes!(1d20+2)[13] Okay, Hanna, we'll keep that for when you go. Trixie pretty much mauls the wizard he hits, causing heavy damage. What do you rest of you all do?EDIT: Which is now, stupid me. So I'm guessing you hit the weakened one? Spoiler Hide When my turn comes, assuming I'm within 60ft of an unharmed Elf-E8? I manifest Mind wipe for 17pp, including two wild surges. DC23 fortitude save against four negative levels. Psychic Enervation - (1d100)[52]Rollout;10 please. Okay, when your turn comes up we'll resolve that. You might want to revise your turn after theirs, though. Halna, which elf Divya target? The elf in E-10. Your attack hits but doesn't kill the elf. On the elf turn, they all 5ft step away, one elf throws a lightning orb at Moran:(1d20+10)[19]ranged Touch, dealing(5d8)[20]damage. Then, They all turn invisible, then mutter some spells. A creature attacks Moran, (1d20+34)[37]for(4d6+12)[23]damage. It appears to be a celestial giant stag beetle. An invisible creature attacks Emily, bite(1d20+14)[20]for(2d8+7)[20]damage. It's a howler. DM Only:Spoiler Hide Another invisible howler around. These guys need Invisible spell... Spoiler Hide I think that's a miss, but if they're invisible I can't target them... right? Moran casually sidesteps both attacks and grins. "I've fought off fluffy warblers stronger than you. Bring it on, you tree-huggers!" Spoiler Hide Both attacks miss. Neither of them can hit Moran except on a critical. Originally Posted by Lix Lorn Spoiler Hide I think that's a miss, but if they're invisible I can't target them... right? IOC: Okay, Miss, and you can target them if you can pinpoint their location. But miss chance and all that. Originally Posted by Hanna Leaving Moran casually sidesteps both attacks and grins. "I've fought off fluffy warblers stronger than you. Bring it on, you tree-huggers!" Spoiler Hide Both attacks miss. Neither of them can hit Moran except on a critical. Nice, touch AC that high and AC higher than 54? Nice. You're nearly as good as one of the bosses. Emily's turn, then new round (Everyone else's turn, take it when you're online unless it matters) Spoiler Hide As I don't know where they are, I'll be moving towards where I last saw one; stopping ten feet away if I can. If I'm within 15ft of where I saw them, I manifest Swarm of Crystals. 15ft cone, no save, so SR, no roll to hit. Damage - (19d4)[45] Enervation - (1d100)[86] Under 20 is bad. Emily laughed as they tried to hide, and dashed forwards a little, gathering psionic energy to form crystals in front of her. CadianSpoiler Hide Well, it's 55. It's nice. Could we have a map of the room please? Using the fact that the elves did 5ft steps and cannot do any other movement this turn unless they teleported we know which square they are in. Trixie will throw a bladder of torch bug paste at a square adjacent to more than one wizard. If not she will throw the bladder at the square of the closest wizard. Ranged Touch splash weapon:(1d20+26)[34]Damage: any solid object in the square targeted or adjacent squares are affected by faerie fire for 1 hour which can only be washed off.((Torch bug paste is found on p120 of Complete Scoundrel)) The Storm of Psychic crystals hits nothing. The Torch Bug paste also hits nothing. MapSpoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_| 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7||||||[]|[]| 8||||||[]|[]| 9||||||[]|[]| 10||||||[]|[]| 11| 12| 13| 14| 15|X|[/table] There's a howler next to Emily as much out of reach as it can be from the rest of you. There's a giant Celestial stag beetle next to Moran in the same way. And another one, somewhere, in this room...DM Only Spoiler Hide Map Spoiler Hide {table]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_| 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6|||||||||E 7||E||||[]|[]| 8||||||[]|[]|||E 9||||||[]|[]| 10|||E|||[]|[]||||H|H| 11||||||||||H|H| 12| 13| 14| 15|X|[/table] Abrupt jaunt no. 1 for 2 wizards gone. Emily blinks in confusion, and concentrates hard, before releasing a psychic scream to chase the creatures that ought to be near. Spoiler Hide Manifest Ultrablast for 15pp. All enemies within 15ft take 15d6 damage, will DC 24 halves. Will saves:(1d20+13)[29]Will saves:(1d20+13)[28]Will saves:(1d20+13)[19]Will saves:(1d20+13)[18]Beetle Will save:(1d20+5)[21]Damage to wizards:You roll 4, and I'll tell you if someone dies. Also, roll against the Giant Stag Beetle. All in range? Nice. Wizard 1 - (15d6)[44]/2Wizard 2 - (15d6)[54]/2Wizard 3 - (15d6)[51]Wizard 4 - (15d6)[61]Beetle - (15d6)[58] Well, you don't know that. I just rolled all of them at once to disguise the ones who are affected. You killed the beetle! One wizard drops, 15ft away from you exactly. He drops to his knees and winks, before vanishing. You gain 500 gold! (Kill) Nice. :)I forget, did we lose gold from character creation? Uh, no, you still should have any gold left over from Character Creation. Now, +500. Awesome! (Cheers) Bumpity. I'm sure it's your turn, guys I just killed something with a psychic scream, it can't be my go. XD IOC: Okay. Cool. I don't know where anything is. Are all the elves invisible? Can we see anything? No, unfortunately you cannot. However, should you aim for a location, I will tell you where you last saw them, etc. Where did I last see them? I6. Make of that what you will. Moran screams. "Fight me, you cowards! FIGHT ME AND DIE!" He continues screaming wildly while he runs over and jumps onto the table. Spoiler Hide Moran will use a Test of Mettle. All the enemies have to make a DC 19 Will save or Attack Moran. He uses one standard action to move, and then another to jump onto the table. (1d20+14)[23] Will Saves:(1d20+3)[11](1d20+12)[21](1d20+12)[23](1d20+12)[16]EDIT: The Howler howls and gets ready to attack Moran, and you all hear a sneer from somewhere in the room... Listen DC, what, I'll say 17. Now it's Cd4's turn, I think. Ran nil isn't around Okay Trixie is going to try and pinpoint that sneer. Listen(1d20+21)[39]What is visible and where at the moment? Your teammates, obviously, are visible, however none of your enemies are. Trixie hears the sneer at B7. Trixie will first throw some torch bug paste at B7 to illuminate any objects in the square and surrounding squares:Attack:(1d20+24)[26]Assuming it hits and faerie fires the wizard and even if it doesn't Trixie will then throw her daggers at the square B7:Attack 1:(1d20+21)[23]Damage A:(1d3+11)[13]base +(2d6)[11]SA +(5d6)[25]SS(not likely to be next to an opponent.) Concealment A(1d2)[2]1 is miss (If torch paste misses)Damage B:(1d3+11)[13]base +(2d6)[9]SA +(5d6)[11]SS(not likely to be next to an opponent.) Concealment B(1d2)[1]1 is miss (If torch paste misses)Attack 2:(1d20+16)[22]Damage C:(1d3+11)[13]base +(2d6)[7]SA +(5d6)[12]SS(not likely to be next to an opponent.) Concealment C(1d2)[2]1 is miss (If torch paste misses)Damage D:(1d3+11)[14]base +(2d6)[7]SA +(5d6)[19]SS(not likely to be next to an opponent.) Concealment D(1d2)[2]1 is miss (If torch paste misses) The torch bug paste misses, and both dagger attacks hit nothing. Anyone else still to take a turn before the enemy? Can I take another? Lolwhut?... I don't see why not. No seriously, Lix or Ran nil. I think. I have no idea what to do. So... delay, I guess? You can always attack! USE YOUR SEXY GAZE, LIX! (sexy gaze at Hanna!) *Becomes dazed, staring, open-mouthed, at Lix* (kisses under mistletoe)Happy new Year? *Kisses back*And a joyful Kwanzaa to you. Happy New year to you all!... I'll take that as a delay. Ran nil's not here, right? I guess not. Darned. So... Uh. Well. I'm supposed to do the monster turn now, right? I guess so. The wizard who was at B7 reveals himself in a burst of magical energy, loosing a powerful fireball at Moran and those close to him! Reflex DC 20 half, 54 damage." Fight you? I was ancient before you were born, fool! "He shouts, long sword drawn as he casts another bolt of energy at you, (1d20+10)[24]touch for(5d8)[16]electricity damage. Saves, etc. Spoiler Hide Touch attack missed. By 26. Reflex: (1d20+7)[18] He's too far away to counter... Emily leaps out of the way of the way of the fire reflexively, and launches a bolt of deadly light for the elf. Spoiler Hide Reflex save if I'm close enough: (1d20+17)[32] I'll move closer if I need to, but range 250ft. Psionic Disintegrate for 15pp. +2 Wild Surge. (1d20+29)[37] Touch attack. Fortitude save DC 23. On a fail, (34d6)[122] damage. On a pass, (5d6)[17]. Spoiler Hide Oops. Check for Psychic Enervation. (1d100)[95] Less than 10 is bad. Oops. Double post. Fort save(1d20+6)[8]EDIT: Splat. Okay, so their turn. DM Only:Spoiler Hide Shield on surviving elves. Move to a more spread out formation. Everyone else's turn again. Okay Trixie will first try and listen for the other 2 wizards Wizard 1(1d20+21)[29]Wizard 2(1d20+21)[22]If she hears one enough to pinpoint its location she will attack with this sequence (If hear both then target wizard closer)Attack Torch Bug Paste ranged touch splash:(1d20+24)[35]to illuminate Attack Dagger 1:(1d20+21)[35]Damage A:(1d3+11)[13]base +(2d6)[9]SA +(5d6)[16]SS(not likely to be next to an opponent.) Concealment A(1d2)[1]1 is miss (If torch paste misses)Damage B:(1d3+11)[14]base +(2d6)[9]SA +(5d6)[11]SS(not likely to be next to an opponent.) Concealment B(1d2)[2]1 is miss (If torch paste misses)Attack Dagger 2: (1d20+16)[22]Damage C:(1d3+11)[14]base +(2d6)[9]SA +(5d6)[10]SS(not likely to be next to an opponent.) Concealment C(1d2)[1]1 is miss (If torch paste misses)Damage D:(1d3+11)[14]base +(2d6)[6]SA +(5d6)[22]SS(not likely to be next to an opponent.) Concealment D(1d2)[1]1 is miss (If torch paste misses)If Trixie does not hear the wizards well enough then she will ready an action to throw a dagger at any foe who is visible and alive. Re-roll attack 2(1d20+16)[30] DM Only:Spoiler Hide 1: (1d20+5)[18] 2: (1d20+5)[7] You hear 1 then the other. Your torch bug paste illuminates both, and one falls, clutching his throat... Where is the other located? B14. Last one, should be...

Tower of Deadly Evil_ Rannil, Cd4, Halna and Lix Lorn!|rating:3.0

Bound in Lust & Love (Lady Bloody Ava & Raizu kaguri)

Gabriella Eloise de Beaumont was a gorgeous specimen of a woman. Some called her beauty other-worldly. Well...it was. Gabby was a succubus working for the 93rd precinct. Her desk was across from her partners, and they were working on eighteen hours on an investigation that they both were getting frustrated with. He had to be tired and the pile of paper work sitting on her desk infuriated her. With a grunt of frustration the ivory skinned curvaceous beauty stood up from her chair and walked off to the employee lounge. The green-eyed, red haired sexual demon walked her combat booted feet past her fellow officers. Needless to say she felt the eyes boring into her as she dawned her skin tight jeans, a white v neck plain t shirt that hugged her voluptuous bust with her gun holsters over each shoulder. Her long sleek locks were pulled back into a ponytail that stopped in the middle of her back. Gabby walked back to her desk and placed a cup of coffee directly onto her partner's desk. She knew exactly how he liked it and no word needed to be exchange to let her know that he was just as beat as she was. Let's call it a day? We can be more useful after a night of sleep. We've been here since when? Six this morning? Let's hit the diner, my treat and then part ways ok?" She was practically pleading. She wasn't going to leave her partner to shoulder all the work. "Don't make me drag you from that desk." She wearily teased as they both knew just what the hell would happen if her skin came in contact with his. A lot of time it was accidental. Even the slightest brush of his skin against hers caused some ridiculous urges. He seemed to be getting better fending them off, or putting up a damn good front. She once advised him to wear gloves. Especially when her grabbed her out of a line of fire. Poor guy was sporting a boner for the remainder of the gun fight. Gabriella felt as though she could never have apologized enough times for the awkward moment for him." Come on...." She dragged on, nagging him like a younger sister to an older brother. He was the closest thing that she had to family in this mortal realm. For a while, he didn't know exactly how long, Michael Samurai had been her partner, a replacement for the one who had left her for another precinct. He had no idea just what she was, and had no reason to really suspect anything. Despite himself getting aroused whenever she touched hi, Michael thought nothing of it and continued on, enjoying the partnership he had with her. By now he grew close to her, enjoying spending time outside of work with her as well as enjoying his job. But he would never say anything to her about how he felt, unsure if it was alright for him to do so. After all they were still coworkers. With the pl of work never seeming to end and his mind and patience having left him, Michael looked to the woman as she opted to call it a day and just get some sleep. Though the offer to enjoy dinner wit her at the diner he smiled and gave her bit of a nod. Of course her threat only made him laugh." You'd like that wouldn't you?" He teased before he rose from his chair, ready to follow her out the door." I'm going I'm going." He droned with a smile, relaxing a bit at the thought of leaving work behind for the remainder of the day. "Don't have too much fun..." Someone in their office shouted as the duo left. "Well, you're driving since you picked me up this morning. I still need to get that damn car of mine checked out." She said as she led the way to the garage and over to where he had parked his car. When both were ready and on the road to their usual dining spot she relinquished a draw out sigh of relief. "Oh, thank goodness we can call it a night." A yawn escaped her pretty pink lips, but she was still starving. The late night diner was still open and they were regulars. When they arrived she walked through the door where a bell above the door signaled their arrival. A plump alone lady behind the counter smiled at the duo. "Hey Mike! Hey Gabs! See you in a minute, just take a seat!" Gabby smiled, "Thanks Ruth!" She slid into a booth and already knew what she was going to order. Sometimes she would change up things, but tonight it was going to be, "A slice of cheesecake and small bowl of your spaghetti, Ruth, please.? " Ruth rolled her eyes. "You know I can baby doll, now how about you handsome?" The woman asked before walking off with their orders. "So after this you drop me off at home, right?" She asked as she sipped on her glass of water. He chuckled a bit at their comment as he led Gabby out, smiling all the while. Once they made it to his car he slipped inside, waiting till she was settled before he started the car and drove off to the diner. "So glad to finally relax." He grumbled as he relaxed in his seat, stopping and parking once they finally reached the diner. When Ruth greeted them he smiled, happy to see their routine had made themselves friends with the waitresses and such. So when she came to take their order he smiled"Think I'll take the usual of a burger and a slice of apple pie." He assured her as he turned his attention to Gabby while taking a quick sip of his water." If you want me to. Gabs." She smiled and nodded her thanks. Ruth was quick with their orders. "Good heaven's woman, you cook at the speed of light." Her laugh was melodic and the three men in the diner were gazing at her unrelentingly. They'd actually been staring since she walked through the door. "Thanks." A yawn escaped her lips. "I had another key made and taped it under that cool rock by my from door, just in case you need to stop by. I still have your clothes, by the way, from when you last spent the night." How could she forget, he was drunk and pissed after a criminal they caught got away on charges, due to a 'technicality'. "MMM...." She was enjoying her dinner, and it filled her up fast before she eventually pushed away the bowl with a smile of satisfaction. Michael said nothing and gave Ruth a smile when she brought them their meals, the man relaxing a bit more in his seat." That or she just knows us all to well and had our meals prepped as we came in." He suggested, smiling as he began to dig into his meal. He paid no mind to the stares she was getting, Michael was used t it by now. Though as Gabby pointed out the spare key she had saved away for him the man smiled a bit and gave her a shrug." Thanks. Though mind if I crash at your place tonight? Not really in the mood to chill by myself at home... Unless you'd rather come to mine?" He offered with a slight smile as he looked at her. She had guest room in her small two-bedroom apartment. There was no point in expanding since she spent little time there anyway. "Sure, you can stay at my place. That's a silly question." She always had to be care with her friend. One day he found her cellphone, which she had just bought and lost only two days later. The woman was running herself ragged trying to find it and when he did, she wrapped her arms around his neck in the most appreciative hug ever. However, that was a massive mistake. It sent a tremendous shock to her loins. That night she took her sexual frustration on some guy she picked up outside a bar. She found it a shame that she couldn't be going at her beloved partner like she had. As she sat in sweet thought, she flashed Michael a bright white grin as she sunk her spoon into his warm apple pie and sampled a piece for herself. They once had a discussion on why women would eat men's food instead of ordering the same for themselves, and she told him that she just didn't want the entire thing, just a piece or two or three. "Well, I'm ready when you are. A shower and then I am going to get heavily reacquainted with my bed." When the food was paid for she left the diner and hopped back into his car. He smiled when she agreed to letting him stay at her place, glad he would not be spending another rough day by himself. Despite the fact that she did not want him touching her with his bare skin, Michael found it hard not to enjoy her company, be it at work or just hanging out whenever they had the chance. And the more they spent time together, the more he began to wonder exactly what was going on between them. But he near thought to ask her about it in fear of making things awkward between them. He said nothing and only gave Gabby a smile when she stole a bite of his pie, shaking his head a bit. And once their meal was done he followed her out and got into his car. From there he proceeded to drive to her place, paring in the driveway and hopping out soon after. "So any ideas for what we could do tonight Gabby?" The succubus had a natural sway to her hips that was hard to ignore as she walked up to her front door and unlocked it. "Hmm... well... we could watch a movie. I'm not sure if I'll be awake long enough to see it through to the end, but you can just wake me up." She turned the light on and it a way a simplistic home. A couch and a love seat before a wall mounted sixty-inch flat screen television. Her kitchen was only separated from the living room by an open bar top. The kitchen wasn't fancy, but it had all the essentials that a single person would need. While the door to her bedroom was a foot next to the television, the guest room was behind the sofa and across the room from hers. The house had one and a half bathrooms and the master bathroom was the one with the shower and jet tub." Let me change into something comfortable. You can too... it isn't like I haven't walked in on you in your underwear before." She teased as she walked into her bedroom and slipped out of her clothes and slipped on a long t shirt that just barely hid her red panties. She headed over to the t.v.and pulled up Netflix and selected a movie before she laid herself across the sofa. Now bare skin contact was avoided, she could get away with clothes. Her partners nearly forced themselves on her numerous times before, and she didn't want to make it awkward for Mike, no matter how much she wanted to jump his bones in return, she didn't want him to succumb to the curse of her kind. One could never say that you were truly in love with a succubus, could you? Mike's lap had been her pillow before, during movies at his or her place, so obviously she expected the same. Michael noticed that sway and stared for only a moment as she disappeared into the house. He followed inside, smiling all the more, happy to enjoy the night with her. While he knew about the guest bedroom, he knew she would most likely pass out with her head on his lap. But he would not mind that at all, enjoying having her so close to him." Or I'll just lay down and leave you comfortably on me"He teased with a soft chuckle. While she was away and getting changed, he did the same, joining her on the sofa in nothing but his boxers. While it was odd for some given the two were partners, Michael found it hard not to get comfortable, to be content like this around her. Of course that still came with the task of withstanding the strange urges he got around her. So once they relaxed he smiled." True. Though I don't mind at all." He assured her as he looked at her, going her a soft smile. Gabby laid her head upon her partner's lap and midway through the movie, she was dead to the world. The demon of lust hadn't had sex in a very long time. A ridiculous amount of time for a succubus. The longer she went without, the weaker and more human like she became. The officer didn't even hear the thumb in her room and the creaking of the door opening. A brawny, shirtless male stepped in and his piercing and glowing red eyes glared at the sight of the slumbering succubus sleeping. The incubus laughed a hearty laugh before Gabby sat up and gasped and her gazed looked at the man. "Fuck off Damon." The brutish humanoid took a step forward." I'll fuck you, you weak bitch, you. Look how low you've gone. You're no different from a human! You call yourself a succubus?! I could snuff his life out, and you couldn't do Shi-" In the flash of light Gabby had her nails sinking into the guys neck, but he easily knocked her back. "Fine. Keep your pet, but fix it, or he dies, and I drag you back down to the circles of hell." In a puff of smoke he was gone and Gabriella was down on her knees. She had gotten use to her human form, but her heart had never raced so hard. Her best friend's life had been threatened, and she was honestly too ill-equipped to save him. Not even a gun would have been of use. "I need to have sex." She whispered this revelation to herself, even though she was sure that Mike would hear. "I'm a succubus, and I am weak without sex. Right now.... I'm very weak." She didn't look Mike in the eyes. The man had to be stunned. Would he leave like the others? Michael was still enjoying the movie, having woken a bit from her movement on his crotch. And just as he did he was awake to see the man inside. And as if he wasn't there the two began to talk to each other, and discuss something he was not only not expecting but was damn near shocked to hear. Still he sat there and listened, saying nothing as the two demons talked and let it come to light what she was and just how she felt about him with not so many words. Of course, it explained so much about her and the reasons she tried to avoid physical contact with him most of the time. But at the same time it left him with even more questions, which he had no idea how to bring up or anything. However, the fact that he realized that even with her being a demon of lust, she had resisted it, she had ignored her natural functions because of him it seemed. So when she spoke to herself and avoided his gaze, Michael reached down, taking his hand to turn her head to face him, ignoring the lust that rushed into him. His eyes looked calmly into her own." Is this why...you insisted on not touching skin to skin Gabby? Is this why the others always left...?" Gabriella gasped silently at his touch as it sent a shock to course throughout her entire body. Her eyes looked into his. At first, she didn't know what to say, but the jig was up so there was no need to hold back anymore. "They knew, but they were married, or were merely scared of the temptation. I didn't want to screw them senseless, and they just couldn't stand being so close to me while sporting a boner that they couldn't immediately fix." Already her mouth was watering for a taste of cock, it was in her nature, but still she continued on." I didn't want you to run away like the others. Unlike the others, you have a very strong will and I actually really like you. Because of this you might be killed, just because I didn't have sex with you." The woman laughed at the irony. "SO it's either have sex with you.... or watch you die. Not fair. Not fair for you at all. I'm so sorry to have brought you into all of this." The lust demon was horny as all hell a given that Michael was touching her, if he continued then she couldn't vouch for what may happen. He relaxed and listened as she explained the reasons for her other partners leaving, Michael not at all surprised. The fact they all had other attachments made it hard to accept what she was and stick around. He couldn't blame them either given how easy it was for her and even himself to get aroused at the simplest of touches. But still he remained there with her beside him. When she admitted her feelings for him, he smiled a bit, running his fingers softly across her cheeks. He ignored her comment on the fairness of the situation." Gabby... Maybe for once you need to just relax...and indulge in what you WANT rather than just try and protect or take care of me. I'm a big boy and can handle myself." He assured her as he pulled her into his lap, letting more of her skin touch his own, letting her body feel the large erection in his pants." I don't mind being here Gabby... I like you too and won't let you go. Not that easily." He teased as he kissed her cheek." Now. What would YOU really like to do Gabby.?" His touch was torturous to her, even the simplest. As he spoke she was surprised to find herself in his lap and, naturally she braced herself by wrapping her arms around the nearest thing: him. The kiss made her blush out of disbelief. His words were like a knife cutting a noose that had been around her neck for God knows how long. She didn't even give herself the chance to answer his question before she stole a hot and passionate kiss from his lips. Her tongue trailed along his lower lip to coax them apart before her tongue sought his in a duel. After what felt like an eternity, she pried her lips from his. Her forehead resting against his as she tried to catch her breath while speaking. "You. I want you." She crawled off of his lap and urged him to lay down before she reached her hand into his boxers and pulled out his well-endowed cock. Her dreams did the real deal no justice. Gabriella sat herself between his legs, quickly took off her shirt, revealing her naked upper half before burying every single inch past her lips and relinquished a moan to venture down his cock from absolute bliss. Michael smiled when she seemed not to resist or object his touch, happy to see she welcomed it now. While to most, her being what she was frightening, but Michael was not, he had loved her, cared for her in a way hat kept him from running away. So with her in his lap he returned the kiss, welcoming it even as he sucked and played with her tongue, his hands running up her shirt and rubbing her back. With the constant contact his cock pulsed wildly, twitching from the lust her skin fed into him. So when she claimed her desire for him, he laid down, relaxing, waiting for her to take as she wanted. He was hers now and she his and that was how it was going to be. A succubus wanted him and desired hi. So with a breath he watched as she stripped and freed his cock from his boxers. The massive cock throbbed wildly in her hand, Michael licking his lips, eager to see what she wanted from him. But when she sucked and devoured his cock he groaned, hands running through her hair." Ohh Gabby... I've dreamed so much of having your mouth on my cock... W-Why couldn't you have told me sooner.?" Gabby didn't even bother replying because she was loving his cock far too much to give it up right then. Her gag reflexes didn't exist so she was easily plunging every inch of his glorious cock into her tight gullet. The sound of him groaning was like music to his ears, and she couldn't recall loving the taste of any man as much as she did him. She relinquished him with a pop, "Oh fuck you taste better than I could have imagined... With her breasts and taut nipples on display she stood up for a moment and wiggled out of her panties and stepped out of them to reveal her hairless sex in all its glory. This time she straddled her partner's waist and a look of lust consumed her gaze. His cock hot dogged her voluptuous ass as she leaned over and stole another hot and passionate kiss from his lips. "Thanks... Mike." She said before she guided his cock into the very tight confines of her sex. A gasp was ripped out of her followed by a long delicious melody of a moan. "Fuck you feel so huge Michael!" She leaned back on one hand and rode him slowly, at first, to get a feel for his gargantuan size before she picked up the pace. Michael smiled and just enjoyed himself as Gabby devoured his cock, letting her slick mouth work his length, tend to his shaft. With a rougher groan he began to thrust into her mouth, forcing himself into her throat." Ohh fuck Gabby... God that feels so fucking good..." He praised, his hands clasping at her locks, his cock pulsing within her mouth. When she pulled away he watched her with a smile at her praise, watching the woman strip and reveal her nude figure"Mmm Glad you enjoy i." He assured her When she mounted him, Michael swallowed hard as he ground against her, rubbing himself against her perfect bubbly rear. When she thanked him and began to impale herself on his cock, Michael groaned out hard with shaky eyes, feeling her pussy grip him and suck him in." D-Dammit Baby... S-So tight!!" It had been so long, especially for a succubus, that she doubt that she would last long. With each time she impaled herself upon his cock her breasts bounced in a sexy display. "Oh F-fuck yes baby... I love this cock..." She moaned aloud as the sexy woman rode her partner. It was her rug, her addiction. It was her way of life, and it was hard to think that she had cut herself cold turkey and was not brain-dead from the lack of sex. Her stamina was still amazing, but the waves of pleasure that were soon to rock her body would shake her to her very core. The sexual tension building up in her lower belly she could hardly go on. Her speed slowed down as she leaned forward with her palms down on either side of his head upon the floor. Her hips moved and worked until she snapped like a rubber band that had reached its limit. She was panting and gripping at the carpet with her eyes shut tight against the tidal wave of bliss rushing through her body and reinvigorating her from with in. If Mike kept it then he would deserve some props, if not, then she sure as hell couldn't blame him. However, she wanted nothing more than to feel him blow his hot load all inside of her. His own body was being rocked with pleasure as she red him, her sex depraved hole squeezing him, devouring every inch of him. His hips instinctively hammered into her, plunging into her womb, his hands holding onto her hips to keep her moving." Mmm I love you baby... Your pussy feels so fucking good!" He couldn't deny or hide it now, her body, her attention being more than he could have imagined as the two fucked. He could feel the tenseness inside him grow as his climax closed in, begging to explode from him in a thick blast of thick cream. But when she slowed down, letting her hips one in long slow motions his cock pulsed all the more. When she came, Michael bit his lip hard as her pussy almost agonizingly gripped him, the man still hammering inside her." Mmm G-Gonna cum... With you squeezing me like that babe..." He warned WTH a breath The succubus was panting heavily while she continued to drive on and on. "Cum in me baby. Paint my womb with your seed. AH!" The woman was going to snap once more. Again she came, she could only hope that this time he would join her in this euphoria. The woman's hands rested on either side of his head and her head hung over his as she panted hot breaths over her partner and now lover. "Mike...babe, thank you." She whispered under her breath with her eyes closed and her hair hanging around them." That felt so fucking good." She heavily sighed and rolled off of his cock to lay at his side. Her eyes were closed and her breasts rose and fell with each and every breath. "It's been too long." The woman felt lava coursing through her veins and her nerves were alight. No doubt she was a little back to normal butt would take a lot more sex to make up for her massive fasting session. "I'm sorry for not telling you Mike. I was just tired of being like a prostitute, and no one would take me serious down at the precinct knowing what I was. The chief and my previous partners know." He nodded a bit as she spoke, Michael hugging her hips tightly, keeping her close to him as he began to hammer roughly into her tight, sweet hole. But when her orgasm rushed over her, his body tensed up as he came, flooding her womb, her insides with his seed, drowning her in it. With hr whisper he hugged her close with a soft smile. His hands pulling her close, his cock pulsed against her walls as it flooded her. When she rolled off him, Michael still pulled her back on top o him, this time to let her rest and relax on top of him. But when she explained herself he sighed, shaking his head and getting just the answers he had needed when she told him the chief and others knew." Still. We are partners Gabby." He pointed out, kissing her neck softly." Maybe know we could move in together? Or at least spend more time together hmm? Or is the demon too shy for that?" He teased with a smile. She blushed profusely when he kissed her on the neck. Why? Why would she feels a shred of modesty after what she had just done to him? Perhaps she had spent too much time in the mortal realm, and it was starting to show. She smiled as he mentioned moving in together or spending more time together. "Hamm I don't know, babe. The guys down at the precinct would have a field day if they knew what was going on between us and yo and I would both never hear the end of it. Besides, they might break up our partnership because of the added intimate factor. You know?" It was his turn to contemplate her words she pressed a kiss to his lips. "Come... let's get off of this damn floor and head to the bedroom. No sleeping on the sofa for you, mister." She whispered against his lips with a sinfully sweet smile. The smell of sex was a lovely perfume for her, and she had never felt so relaxed in such a long time. It was like a pack a day smoker going cold turkey for a money and then taking that first cigarette. Oh, she needed this. She needed him.' She led him, BT his cock to her cozy bedroom before the succubus crawled on the plush queen size mahogany canopy bed with a lovely display of her ass before lounging on her side. "Come on Mike, I don't bite....much." She teased. He listened as she pointed out the problem that would come if they decided to stay together. And while he didn't care, he knew she was right and would end up forcing them to separate. Though he still didn't care but would do what he could to make her happy, to keep her around. So with a bit of a sigh he nodded in agreement as he moved off the floor and stood beside her, ready to head out or do something else. Though when she offered to head to her room he smiled a bit and nodded, smiling more when she decided he wasn't sleeping on the couch anymore. So with a grin he followed, his cock pulsing in her grip. And once in her room he watched as she crawled onto her bed and laid out on her side. When she beckoned him over, Michael joined her, laying beside her, kissing her neck." Maybe I'd like that.?" Michael was such eye candy and when he joined her on the bed and kissed her on her neck, she purred like a sexy kitten. "Mike, baby..." She moaned softly and the soft fingers of one hand traced along the length of his cock. "Thank goodness we have this weekend off." She whispered against his lips and smiled. "I think that I've deprived you far too long. How about you have an all-you-can-eat moment." (bump) She smiled from fang to fang when he joined her in the bed and planted a kiss upon her neck. "MMM... Michael... I take it you're not tired? Because I think I'm a little more awake now." She uttered with a sweet smile before she licked her lips out of hunger for him. To think that she starved herself of his company the entire time that they were working together, made everything feel like such massive weight as being taken off of her shoulders. To her kink Michael would be considered a 'pet', because it was said that no human could truly fall 'in love' with a succubus. She found that to be a disgusting lie. If, given enough time part, the human still harbored feelings for the succubus or incubus, it had to be loved. The curvaceous demonic female was done with holding back and planned to enjoy herself thoroughly. "You should show me what you like." She teased with a wicked sexy smile. Michael smiled at her comment, licking her neck before he pulled away, his arms keeping her close to him." With you around how could I ever be tired?" He teased as he reached down and gave her supple rear a squeeze, his eyes looking into her own." Been quite difficult keeping my hands off you...After all you are quite alluring." He praised as he pushed his body against her own. While he did feel love for her, Michael was not ready to jump the gun on it just yet. After all it seemed there was a lot more to learn about her than he could have ever thought. So with that in mind he decided to just enjoy his fun with her and see where things would go from there. When she told him to show her what he liked, Michael chuckled a bit." I like to please Gabby. So you tell me what you like. Or do you prefer being the one commanded and taken?" Mike was such a relief to her. "Like I would ever want you to keep your hands off of me." She seized his lips in a hot and passionate kiss before answering his question. "I want you to fuck me Michael." She adjusted herself in bed and moved herself on all fours. Her luscious ass waved as a sign of a thumbs up. "Fuck me silly Michael, and then I'll repay you twice fold babe." She smiled, and her mouth was watering for him. Her body craved him. She wanted him so badly, that there was no going back and there was no sign of her holding back. She knew that Michael could up and disappear from her before sunrise, but she was going to enjoy every minute of their time together. Little did she know just how genuine her partner's interest in her was pass all the sex. He chucked softly at her comment about not wanting him to keep his hands off her. And rather than object he relaxed and smiled as he kept her close and returned the kiss, his hands roaming her back. With a soft whisper he growled in her ear." Then lay on your stomach, so I can give you a nice pounding Baby." He demanded as he moved away to let her get herself ready. He was more than eager for her as well, craving her, eager to feel her against and around him one more. His cock twitched with excitement, his eyes exploring her figure, one which was so avoidant of his touch for so long. Even though he knew what she was, it didn't stop him, it only attracted him to her even more, to know and love someone so lustful and exciting thrilled him. Gabriella heeded his words and maneuvered herself upon the bed with her palms upon the soft surface, as well as her knees. She slid her knees back until she laid upon her stomach. The human male had her mouth watering. Warm eyes looked over her shoulder and the nude physique of her lover already had her moan out with pure want and desire. "Mike... I really regret not having taken you sooner, so I have a lot of catching up to do." She whispered softy with her luscious and perfectly spankable ass there before her with the remnants of her nude figure. She was already soaked with anticipation. To feel that generous and well-endowed cock fuck her unrelentingly. "MMM... baby please...." Her tone of voice was sinfully sweet, and her body was filled with nerves that were alight. Every touch and caress left fire in its wake. When she moved onto her stomach he smiled, licking his lips as he slowly moved over her, letting his body press firmly against her smooth skin. His cock rubbed against her, dripping with her juices as he pushed his hands under her, hugging her waist as one of his hands rest against her pussy, his fingers prying open her sweet hole. As she spoke, he licked his lips, kissing her neck." Not at all Gabby,. Just makes all this so much sweeter than it would have been... Besides. I won't be going anywhere." He assured her as he prodded into her, licking his lip with a grin as he took in a slow breath. "MMM... Mike... I have a feeling that this is going to be one hell of a night. We're going to learn a lot about each other tonight." She openly stated as her insides writhed at his advances. His hand upon her soaked sex and her skin heating up at the feeling of his breath. Honestly she was hot all over and was still pent-up with sexual tension just waiting to be released. Even after their initial romp, she was nowhere near done with her lover just yet. His lips left fire in their wake as he peppered a trail of kisses upon her neck, her weak spot. "You can stay as long as you like, babe." The idea of him leaving was a very unpleasant on, indeed, and one she would not with to see come to fruition. "Now... let's have some fun..." He smirked a bit at her words and simply nodded in agreement, keeping himself focused on tending to her skin with his kisses. Just touching her scent his body into a fit, his breathing deep as his body heated up, his cock pulsing and throbbing once again, ready to give her what she desired. Michael knew that there would surely be more to come after this, given what she was he intended to give her as much as he could, and show her he could in some forms handle her. So with a growl he moved up her body, hands roaming her skin, his waist settled right between her legs, ready to plunder her depths once more." You're mine now..." He whispered to her as he prodded his cock into her, his hands holding her by the waist, keeping her still as he moved She was shivering all over and moaned softly. "Yes... I amallyours." There was no regret to her actions and she couldn't see a single reason as to why she shouldn't go through with this. The heat of his cock melded with the head of her body. It felt as though lava was flowing through her veins. His hands were roaming her body and she was loving it thoroughly. "Mmm... Mike, baby...you feel so fucking good." Deep down she worried that Mike could give her a run for her money and wear her the fuck out. To the very point of exhaustion. Eventually she wanted a turn, but to have a human make her feel so sexually aroused and good, it was so unheard of! He smiled more at her words, happy to see she was enjoying herself, enjoying the pleasure he gave her. It had surprised even him that he was able to make her feel so good, to take such pleasure from. Whether it was from her lack of such strong pleasure or not he was not sure of at the moment. But even so he let it linger simply in his head as he bit her neck, growling and groaning as he pushed forward hard and slow as his cock sunk back into her depths, pushing apart her walls as he went in." Mmmmm." How could the woman not moan out in sexual bliss? She could wake the whole damn neighborhood at this rate. To feel his teeth digging into the surface of her neck got her juices flowing in an instant. What made this human male so special? The sheer size of his cock? How they knew one another for so long? This man was rocking her world, and it was a slow and torturous euphoria. "Oh Mike... baby please... I've got to ride you, taste you.... oh yes." Clearly she just couldn't get enough of him. Michael gave a few good thrusts into her before he stopped, looking into her eyes as his hands held firmly onto her hips, enjoying the feel of her body against him, in his hands and care. But when she protested her need, he simply smiled, giving her neck a lick. And with a soft, heavy breath." Then what's stopping you hmm? After all there's no more need to restrain yourself from me... We've both wanted this for so long right.?" He had quite the valid point. She sat up and pushed him down onto the bed and onto his back before she mounted him. Her voluptuous tits hung in his face as she leaned over him to slide his lengthy cock into her tight and greedy sex. "Mmm... fuck yes baby. " She sat up and buried every single inch of him in her body. "Michael you are such a tease." She whispered as she began riding him hard enough to cause her breasts to shake. A look of pure satisfaction upon her face When she pinned him down on the bed he simply smiled, not at all bothered by the dominance she took. As much as he liked being on top, he knew her and she was not so submissive like she was at the moment before flipping him onto his back. As he felt his cock sink back into her warm hole he moaned, hands resting on her hips, enjoying the sensation as she sat there in his lap. Once she began bouncing on him, Michael groaned, his breath slow and deep, his hips rocking into her. With her tits bouncing, and her face filled with joy, the man reached up, gripping her breasts and massaging them roughly." Mmmm so good baby..." Gabriella was in heaven, ironically enough, as she rode his cock with no remorse. Her tight body fitting him like a glove. Her body had never felt so stretched to the max. His cock was most certainly the biggest, and she was far from complaining. "Oh Mike... baby..." To throw a woman, a demon, no less into a frenzy of an orgasm was certainly a feat, and a sight to behold as well. Even she had a limit of stamina. Harder and faster she rode. Her breasts swaying before him before she cried out, loud enough to wake the neighborhood in an orgasm so good, she might have been content for a week, without sex. She panted and laid on top of him his cock still buried in her. Michael was more than enjoying himself as he watched her bounce on his cock, his breathing deep as he felt her walls clench onto him. Letting out groans of his own, Michael grasped onto her, hugging her close to him as he began to buck up into her, forcing himself even deeper into her sweet tunnel. And when she came once more, her walls collapsing around him, Michael growled roughly in her ear as he came, letting her once again feel his seed flood her insides before he lay there in the same state she was in. The man hugged her close and tight, enjoying her body against his own. "I'm beginning not to care what the others in the precinct would think more and more Gabby." He pointed out with a low, rough whisper, smiling s he pulled her in for a passionate kiss. The noises that he fed into her ear had her shivering in arousal. This man was hot, and she had never felt more satisfied in her lengthy life. Gabby smiled through her exhaustion as she felt his warm and steely embrace engulf her form. His words made her laugh a little as she couldn't agree more and enjoyed the passionate kiss. "MMM... baby, we can be sneaky at work and that will just make things all the more fun." She whispered against his lips before taking another sweet kiss from his lips. "Let's get some sleep Hun." She whispered to him. He kept her close, relaxing against her as he took in a slow, deep breath, his cock pulsing slowly inside her as the beast finally began to fall asleep within her. So as she peppered him with kisses, he nodded in agreement, keeping her snug with him on the bed." Sounds like a plan.we can discuss more about ....all of this in the morning..." He assured her, giving her one last passionate kiss before he began to quickly doze off into a deep, pleasant slumber. The succubus fell asleep on her latest lover and both were pretty much dead to the world. It was well past sun up when she began to stir. Her sensual eyes opened and a fan of lashes rose as she awoke. Instantly she knew that she was not sleeping on her bed and when she looked down and saw her slumbering partner she felt slight rush of adrenaline. She still couldn't believe that after all this time of sexual tension between her and her partner, she finally got to fool around with him. He was even good-looking as he slept and the mere memory of what happened yesterday got her juices flowing around his cock which was still buried inside of her. "Good morning, baby." She whispered in his ear before planting her lisps just below and behind his ear. Michael groaned softy with a bit of a smile as she whispered and felt her kisses touch him. He took in a slow breath and hugged her closer to him, his length slowly hardening inside her. Opening his eyes, Michael, squeezed her closer, licking her neck softly." Morning MY naughty girl." He teased as his hands began to slowly roam along her back, loving the feel of her against him, her insides lightly pulsing against him. As he looked around he smiled, glad the two of them didn't have to work today and had all the time in the world to themselves. Gabriella rolled her eyes as he calls her 'naughty'. There was no going back from this, and before she could retort her lower lip was found trapped between her teeth as she felt the pulsing of his heartbeat through her selfish loins as his member came to life. Her neck was her kryptonite and Michael had found it with great ease. To say that she was putty in his hands would have been a massive understatement. "Mmm. You know that this is going to make it hard to work with you, right?" There was that naughtiness that he had noted earlier. "I don't know if I could keep my hands off of you even if I wanted to and while I couldn't care less what the others in the precinct would think, they probably would split our partnership up if we got too... hands on." As the succubus spoke she took her lover's hand and guided it to grasp at her closest voluptuous breast. "Thank goodness we don't have to work today." She ended as there was no questioning what she was wanting to do with him this very morning.

Bound in Lust & Love (Lady Bloody Ava & Raizu kaguri)|rating:3.0

Frustrated Sister (Closed for Lucifers_Tongue)

Erika returned from a date with Jared feeling frustrated. He wanted to keep ourselves 'pure' for one another. He won't even let me give him a blowjob. If he wasn't the hottest looking guy I've ever met, and I didn't think I loved him, I'd probably have dumped him long since. I came upstairs, and I pass my brother's room and am surprised to see that it's still open. I peek in to see if he's still out drinking and see him lying on his bed with his shirt and socks still on but his pants and shorts are cluttering the floor. I shake my head in disgust. He always drinks too much on the weekends and comes home trashed. As I turned to exit, I heard him move and looked back to see him lying face up. I stopped and stared. His cock was half hard and would probably measure 8" or more when it was fully hard. I didn't remember taking that first step back or the one after that one; but, I soon found myself standing at his bedside looking down at it. I just wanted to see what it looked like fully erect, or so I told myself. My hand reached out, and my fingers wrapped around his shaft. I moved my hand up and down its length. He mumbled and I froze. But when it became certain that he was most definitely asleep and unlikely to wake any time soon, I continued stroking his cock. I noticed a drop or two of precut leaking from its head and leaned down to lick it up. I practically moaned at the taste. Furthermore, I hadn't tasted precut, never mind cum, since I'd started seeing Jared. My sudden hunger for more told me I wasn't going to deprive myself of more - at least not tonight. I sucked on his cock head as I stroke his shaft. As I began to bob my head up and down on his lap, I lost track of time and ignored any moans he made telling myself that he'd wake tomorrow and think it was a dream. I felt it start to shoot up his cock and backed up until only the head remain in my mouth. It shot into my mouth about as fast as I could swallow it. Some did leak out, but I was careful to lick it up afterward. As I backed out of his room, I told myself that this was the one and only time I'd let myself do this. Brent When I first woke up, I couldn't remember where I was or how I'd gotten there. The room was dark enough, and I was disoriented enough that it took me a moment to realize that I was actually in my own bedroom, laying on the bed. As I sat up, groaning loudly, I lifted a hand to the side of my head, feeling dizzy and sluggish. I'd definitely had too much to drink earlier in the night when I'd gone out with my friends. We'd spent two hours at a club trying unsuccessfully to pick up some girls, then spent another hour at a strip club throwing money at strippers who barely looked twice at us. By the time my friends dropped me off at my house I was barely walking. Luckily I managed to make it upstairs to my room. As I slowly grew more aware of my surroundings, I realized that I wasn't wearing any pants or underwear. What the fuck? I thought. Slowly memories began to float back to me. I remembered being really turned on by one of the dancers I'd seen, so when I got up to my room, I'd pulled my pants off and sat down on the bed with the intention of jerking off. I must have fallen asleep before I finished, I realized, noticing there wasn't any cum on the floor in front of me. Groaning again as I stood up, I slipped my boxers on and made my way toward the door, my legs about as steady as my stomach. After a quick to the bathroom to relieve myself, I started down the hallway, deciding that I needed something to eat to settle my stomach. All in all, I was in a Missy mood. Not only had I drank too much and was now paying the price, but yet another night was ending with me in my bed alone. It had been almost six months since I'd broken up with my girlfriend Jessie, and in that time, I'd slept with one girl, and that had been more than four months ago. Jacking off to internet porn was getting old fast. I needed to find a girl soon, before I forgot what my cock was for. As I headed toward the stairs, I noticed that my sister's door was open partially. I glanced into her bedroom, wondering if she had come home from her date yet. Erika sat in her room, horrified at what she has just done. She had just given her older brother head. Erika wasn't a 'slut' or anything. She was the goodie two shoes in the family. She made all A's, did what her parents told her and didn't stay out past curfew. And she loved her boyfriend Jared a lot. She wasn't one of those girls who did sexual favors for guys just because they asked. She truly did want to be with Jared in that way. But Jared was very Christian and wanted to be pure when they finally did sleep together. And Erika was only human. Half the time she couldn't stand her brother. He partied all the time, drank like crazy and pretty much ignored her. Which was a shame because when they were little, he was her best friend. He always protected her from bullies, but now he had no time for her because he was too busy with slutty girls. Erika sat on her bed for a while, thinking about what she had done. She had asked Jared to let him do that for him. She truly did want to please him, but he would never let her. Erika was horrified that she had done that to her own brother. She sighed, went downstairs to find her brother down there, getting something to eat. She rolled her eyes, figuring he was still hung over." No girls tonight?" She said a little harshly, knowing her brother would fuck anything in a skirt. Erika was sitting on the edge of her bed, clearly deeply in thought. I decided not to interrupt, instead turning and heading downstairs to the kitchen. I wasn't sure what was on my sister's mind, but odds are I didn't want to know. It probably had nothing to do with me, and if it did, it was probably something I'd done wrong. Lately it seemed like when she did talk to me, it was to remind me of something I'd forgotten to do, or to complain about something I had done. Once I made it to the kitchen, I decided to have a little cold pizza from the night before and of course, I needed a beer to chase that down. As I settled down on one of the bar stools that lined the island, I saw Erika coming down the stairs." Not for lack of trying," I admitted in response to my sister's question. "Apparently, there's not as many slutty girls out there as you think." I'd heard the disapproval in Erika's voice before, but I honestly wasn't in the mood. She couldn't understand, she had a boyfriend. She could get some whenever she wanted to. I wasn't so lucky. I took another drink of my beer before looking back up at her." What are you doing home? Shouldn't you be in the back seat of Jared's car right now with your feet in the air?" I joked. Normally I didn't talk like that around my sister, but between the excessive amount of alcohol I'd consumed and the bad mood I was in, I didn't really feel like censoring myself. Erika wasn't a prude despite what people thought. She wasn't against having sex. She just thought it should be with someone you actually gave a damned about and not just some fuck in the back seat because you were too drunk to see straight. Furthermore, she heard her brother's comments and rolled her eyes." The girls you hang out with are disgusting anyway." She rolled her eyes again. It was true, the girls her brother hooked up with had sucked almost every guy off. This was why she hated being around her brother. A few years ago, she could go to her brother with anything and just talk. But now, he much rather screws girls and drink until he was blind. He didn't care who fucked, just as long as she was in a skirt. She heard what he said about Jared. That stung a bit because Jared left her annoyed most days. He claimed to love her but when Erika wanted to please him, he wouldn't let her. Erika was horrified that she had given her brother head. She would never tell him because he'd probably make fun of her and tell her she did it all wrong. All her brother did was make fun of her, about how she dressed.about everything. It was disgusting, but Erika enjoyed what she did. It made her feel good to know that she could get a man to that point, even if her "boyfriend" wouldn't let her. Erika had responded to my comment with a remark about the girls I hung out with, but I could tell she was thinking about what I'd said about her boyfriend. As she grew quiet for a moment, apparently lost in thought, I found myself noticing how the shirt she was wearing hugged her tits nicely. Erika definitely had nice tits, I realized, even if she was my sister. And the shirt was tight enough for me to see that they were bigger than I'd remembered. God, what I wouldn't give to suck on a set of boobs like those, I thought to myself. Not Erika's, of course. She was my sister and that would be weird, but if I could find a girl with tits as nice as hers, I would be one lucky man. And her ass, I thought as I glanced down at her legs and hips, don't even get me started on that tight little ass. It should be against the law for anybody's sister to have an ass that nice. Just thinking about fucking a girl with tits and ass like Erika's was enough to awaken the sleeping giant inside his boxers." I guess we can't all be as discriminating as you," he said, shrugging off her comment about the disgusting girls. "Besides, it's not like I want to date trashy girls, but sometimes, you go long enough without getting any, and you find yourself adjusting your standards. I know you might not understand this, but men have needs...urges?" The last part came out as a question as if I was trying to figure out if she was understanding me. Sometimes she didn't even know who her brother was. He partied all the time, fucked trashy girls who would suck anyone with a big dick. Even if her brother was a total asshole to her, she wanted him to be happy. And she hated seeing him with those disgusting girls. Erika knew she couldn't be too harsh because less than an hour ago she had sucked her own brother's dick. But it wasn't like she went around sucking dick because she didn't. She wanted to please her boyfriend, and he wouldn't let her...it frustrated her. Erika wasn't smokin' hot like the girls her brother fucked. She was pretty plain so she didn't have guys lining up for her. But knowing she could make a man that hard, made him cum THAT much, it was good for her go. Erika knew her brother came a lot when she gave him head. Her brother could never know though because he'd probably say she was a disgusting freak, call her every name in the book and tell her that she didn't even know how to suck cock." I know." She admitted softly. All she wanted to do was make her boyfriend happy and he wouldn't let her. She poured herself some water, thinking about what she had done to her brother. "But those girls are trashy. They suck all types of guys." She said. She knew her brother didn't value her opinion so she didn't know why she bothered talking. I practically choked on a bite of pizza when I heard Erika's comment about sucking all types of guys. When I finally swallowed the pizza, I laughed looking over at my sister, "Like you know anything about 'sucking' a dick." Despite my earlier comment about the backseat of her boyfriend's car, I knew that Erika was pretty conservative when it came to sex. My guess, she'd never sucked a dick and if she had, she probably didn't know what she was doing. "See, this is why I don't talk to you" She said. She knew he'd say something like that. It hurt her a bit too. Part of her wished he had been awake earlier, to see that she was as good as those fucking sluts if not better. Erika wasn't a slut, but she knew how to please a man...she wanted to please Jared desperately, but he wouldn't let her." This is why you can't find a decent girl because you're a total prick about everything." She said. Her brother had been her best friend a few years ago but when he started partying and drinking and fucking those sluts.letting those sluts give him head.he turned into a total ass. Part of me thought maybe I should just apologize to Erika for being a dick, but instead I found myself saying, "Actually the reason I have to date sluts is that the good girls are all afraid of the monster cock in my pants." With my eyes widening in mock fear, I gestured with my hands to indicate that my cock was at least a foot long, which wasn't far off my 10 inches. She just shook her head. She hated her brother most of the time. This was why she couldn't stand him. Hours before, she had taken that dick in her mouth.made him cum pretty good. But he'd never know because he'd make fun of her probably.tell her how she did it all wrong. Her brother hurt her feelings, but she hit it for now." Some good girls actually know how to please a guy. Not that you'd have any idea." She said, brushing past her.her feelings hurt.as she went to her room. Her mind went back to earlier in the night, when she gave her brother head. By the time I finished eating my pizza and drinking my beer, I started to feel a little bad about how I'd treated my sister. Even though it bugged me sometimes when she would ride me about the girls I dated, I knew she had good intentions. Besides the only reason I was being a dick was because I wasn't getting any. No reason I should be taking that out on Erika. It's not like she could do anything about it. I headed back to my room, but decided to stop in and apologize to my sister before going to bed. Well not really apologize, at least not in words, but at least be nice to her for a minute so she knew I still loved her. I tapped on her bedroom door and then pushed it open, stepping inside, "Hey, if you've got nothing else to do, I think I'm going to watch a movie in my room. You're welcome to join me." Erika thought about what she had done earlier in the night. She had sucked her brother off, getting him to cum right in her mouth. God, her brother was huge. She was just so frustrated that Jared wouldn't let her suck him. She wanted to so fucking badly. Furthermore, she heard her brother at her door about watching a movie." Sure." She said softly. The weather outside was shit anyway so she didn't want to go out. She followed her brother back to his room and got comfortable on the bed. Remembering hour before she had his hard dick in her mouth. She remembered tasting the pre-cum at the tip. She felt like such a fucking freak, but her boyfriend wouldn't let her. If her brother ever found out about what she had done, he'd probably make fun of her. As Erika settled down onto my bed, I found myself about to make a comment about how I'd managed to end up with a good girl in my bed after all, or how the only girl I could get to climb into my bed was my sister, but I bit my tongue instead and started the movie. I slipped my pants off and tossed them over the back of my desk chair, figuring that Erika had seen me in my boxers plenty of times, so she wouldn't care if I got comfortable." So, seriously, how are things with Jared?" I asked as I sat down on the bed beside her, two pillows propped up behind me. "Is he treating you okay?" She got comfortable on the bed, laying on her stomach. She debated whether to actually talk with her brother, afraid he'd make fun of her. Furthermore, she knew if he ever found out what she did that he'd make fun of her. Probably make fun of her for the way she sucked his dick.his monster dick. She shrugged. "It sucks." She muttered. "He wants to save himself or whatever crap. And despite what you think, I'm not some prude." She said softly. Sure, she wasn't a slut, but she wasn't a saint either. Hell, she sucked her brother's own dick. She swallowed his cum. She didn't know why she was going to talk with her brother because he'd probably make fun of her. I was surprised to hear Erika open up about her relationship with her boyfriend. I was even more surprised to find out that it was Jared who was wanting to take it slowly, and my sister who was feeling frustrated. Furthermore, I definitely would have thought it was the other way around. Knowing that may me look at my sister a little different than I had before." So, you're saying that the two of you haven't...you know?" I asked, trying not to make it sound like something to be embarrassed about. "Nothing. He doesn't want me doing anything." She shrugged a little. She didn't know why she was being so honest with her brother. He was probably going to laugh at her. Erika was a beautiful girl, a firm round ass.her breasts a little bigger than most. Her hips a bit wide. She couldn't understand why her boyfriend wouldn't let her suck him off. Erika lay on her back, looking up at the ceiling." Go ahead, laugh your ass off..." She said. Her brother made fun of her for everything recently. It wasn't always that way. They were actually close at one time. But when he started hanging around those slutty girls, letting them suck him off all the time, he turned into quite a prick. He didn't know that his own sister had sucked him off and gotten him to cum. "Trust me, I'm not going to make fun of you for something like that," I admitted. "I know how frustrating it can be to date someone who isn't ready, and it's all you can think about. Every night you come home and go to bed wondering what's wrong with you, why they don't want it as bad as you..." I glanced over at Erika, wondering myself why Jared didn't want her. She was cute, and her body was nice. And she was willing. Maybe he was gay. Or just stupid." It's not easy when your body is ready to go, and you don't have any kind of release..." I said, remembering that just an hour ago I'd been sitting on my bed, my pants around my ankles, trying to jerk off before I passed out. The movie was playing in the back but neither of them were paying attention to it. Erika was laying on her back, just glad her brother wasn't making fun of her. She loved him, and they used to be close but ever since he started hanging out with those girls, he always made fun of her." And it's not like we were going to do anything serious anyway. I just wanted to give him head and help him get off. He won't even let me do that." She shrugged softly. She knew if her brother ever found out what she did, he'd think she was a fucking freak and probably laugh at her for how she sucked dick. She came across as a good girl, but she enjoyed giving head. Furthermore, she liked the feeling of a guy coming on her face, in her mouth. Yeah, her brother would think she was a freak. Jesus Christ, my sister was just talking about sucking her boyfriend's dick. Or rather, not sucking her boyfriend's dick, to be more precise. I didn't even know my sister knew what a dick was, let alone what she should do with one. This conversation was definitely opening my eyes up about her." I'm sorry, I wish there was something I could do to help," I said, glancing up at the television. "You know, talk to Jared or something. I know I give you a hard time sometimes, but I hate knowing that you're having a hard time with this." "How about you give me a hard time all the time." She said, not really focusing on the movie, kinda just looking up at the ceiling. She still couldn't believe what she had done to her own brother. If he ever found out, he'd think she was the biggest fucking freak to walk the planet. She shrugged a little. "Don't worry about it." She said as she shifted on the bed a bit. As she lay on her back, her shirt inched a little bit, exposing the tops of her rather round breast. And her skirt inched up a little bit along her thighs...exposing her pink cotton panties just a little bit. "I'm feeling pretty frustrated these days myself," I admitted. "It seems like it's been an eternity since I had a girlfriend." It really had been forever, and I was getting tired of jacking off to porn. I needed to feel a woman's body against mine, to feel a girl's lips around my cock. I glanced back at Erika and was surprised to see that her shirt was slightly out of place, revealing a large portion of her cleavage. The sight of her tits almost spilling out of the top of her shirt got my attention and suddenly having my sister in my bed seemed a little bit less innocent. "Oh stop it. All those girls are all over you. If you asked them to jump, they'd ask how high." She said. She knew all the girls thought her brother was fucking hot. And all those slutty girls would suck him off without question. Not that Erika blamed them.her brother had a huge dick. She didn't know how big it actually was, but it was thick and fat.and could get very hard. She was laying on her brother's bed, not noticing how her big breasts were spilling over her top. Furthermore, she didn't know that her skirt was riding up her thighs, exposing some of her pink cotton panties. "Hey, I might talk a good game, but lately the only action I've been getting is from my hand," I admitted as I continued to gaze down at Erika. Her shirt wasn't the only piece of her clothing that had shifted out of place, her skirt riding up on her hips, revealing her pink panties. I knew I shouldn't be thinking about my own sister but having her in my bed, looking so fucking hot, I was having a hard time remembering just how wrong it was." I was so horny when I got home tonight, that after I passed out on the bed, I had a wet dream about this gorgeous chick giving me a blowjob," I said, smiling at the expression on Erika's face. Erika bit her lip as he told her that he had a wet dream of a gorgeous girl giving him head. She wondered if he'd still think the girl was gorgeous if he found out she was the one who gave him head. He'd probably make fun of her and say she didn't do it right. Erika still couldn't believe what she had done because he was her brother, and he had a monster sized dick." Well, I guess we're all screwed lately. Only action I'm getting is from porn and that gets old fast." She shrugged, not realizing her brother could see her pink panties under her skirt or that her breasts were being shown just a little bit." You really get off a girl giving you head don't you?" She asked softly. She knew this wasn't a conversation to have with her brother. But she had to know if what she had done was hot for him, even if he didn't know she was the one who gave him head. "Hey, what can I say? A girl who really knows how to give a good blowjob...there's nothing hotter than that," I said. Except maybe finding out that your sister masturbates to porn. Fuck! I actually felt my cock move a little at the thought of Erika lying spread eagle on her bed, fingering herself while she watched porn. I risked another glance down at my sister's tits, licking my lips at the sight of them. They looked bigger and rounder than I remembered them being and as I imagined what they might look like without the shirt covering them, I felt my cock move in my boxers again." It sounds like what we both need is a fuck buddy," I suggested, wondering if she'd ever thought about me in the way I was suddenly thinking about her. Probably not, I realized. Why would she want to fool around with her own brother? She laughed as her brother mentioned them both needing fuck buddy. "Fucking seriously. Because me getting off with my hand isn't going to last much longer." She laughed a little. She had a twisted thought come through her head. Furthermore, she found herself imaging her and her brother watching a porn together, helping each other get off. Furthermore, she would never suggest it because he'd laugh at her and call her fucking disgusting probably. She sighed heavily, laying on the bed. Still not aware of how much of her tits were showing and how her brother could see her cotton panties that had a wet spot on them because Erika was thinking of watching a porn with her brother. Okay. So far so good, I thought. She didn't object to the idea of having a fuck buddy to help her with her sexual frustration. Of course, it was a big leap from wanting a fuck buddy and wanting your brother as a fuck buddy. As I tried to come to terms with the fact that I was actually considering trying to hook up with my own sister, I looked back down at Erika, noticing that not only could I see her panties, I was almost positive that there was a small wet spot between her legs. I guess I couldn't blame her if all the talk was getting her hot, especially considering my cock was continuing to wake up the more and more we talked. Maybe I actually had a chance of making this happen, I thought." I know what you mean," I sympathized. "I'm getting turned on just thinking about finding a girl to share my bed with." Hint, hint. "Don't laugh at me or think I'm a freak when I say this, ok?" She said. She was nervous about suggesting it because she didn't want her brother thinking she was a freak or laughing at her. But she's so fucking sexually frustrated, and she needed to get off. And she figured if she and her brother watched a porn together, maybe they could get off." Um, since we're both kinda frustrated right now...maybe we could watch a porn together. I know you have a stash somewhere. Maybe we could help each other get off. It could make us feel better." She suggests nervously, afraid her brother would laugh at her. Her parents were out at dinner and wouldn't be home for a few hours so they could get off, if he wanted, without getting caught. It took everything I had not to leap off the bed and dash to my closet to grab my secret box of porn DVDs. I didn't want to look too anxious because I was afraid Erika might think I was a total pervert. Instead, I pretended to be considering her suggestion carefully. The reality was, my mind was already made up. The only thing that I wasn't certain about, was what my sister meant by 'help each other get off'. Whatever she was thinking, I was game." I think we should give it a try," I said, trying to suppress the excitement in my voice as I slowly slipped off the bed and walked over to the closet. "I think I've got some movies in here...yep, here they are. Anything in particular? I've got one about teen girls fucking their professors, and one that's all anal, and a lesbian one..." I named off three or four movies before turning around to look at Erika. She lay back on the bed, resting her head against the pillow. She knew they both needed to get off and maybe watching a porn together would help them. And their parents wouldn't be home for a few more hours so they wouldn't have to worry about being caught." Pick your favorite." She said to her brother. She wanted to see which one he jerked off to the most. Erika lay down on her brother's bed and took her panties off, keeping her skirt on though. She started to rub herself, not fingering yet, wanting herself wet for when the porn played. I didn't really have a favorite, but decided to go with the Busty Babysitters 4. It had a little bit of everything and the best looking girls. Realistically I didn't care what we watched. I was planning on focusing more on Erika than on the movie. After putting the movie in the DVD player and starting it, I turned around and started toward the bed, and was surprised to see that my sister had slipped her panties off and was rubbing herself. Fuck me! My younger sister is laying on my bed, touching her pussy, waiting for me to join her so we can watch a porn together. Definitely not how I expected this night to end up. I climbed back into the bed beside her as the movie started. Still unsure what Erika had in mind, I decided to play it safe for the moment. I reached into my boxers and rubbed my cock, wanting to get it at least partially hard before I pulled it out where she could see it. It didn't take long, with her laying beside me rubbing her own pussy. I found myself watching my sister more than I was watching the movie, and my cock was growing very quickly in response. I pushed my boxers down off my hips enough to free my rapidly thickening cock, which I then took hold off and stroked slowly, my eyes drifting down to Erika's tits again. "Will you take your shirt off?" I asked hopefully. "Sure." She said as she took her shirt off and tossed it to the floor so now she was laying in bed with her brother just wearing a black bra and her skirt. Under her skirt she was rubbing her pussy, not fingering just yet. She could hear her brother right next to her, stroking himself. She knew this might have been weird for anyone else, but it was her brother and when he wasn't being a total asshole, she actually loved him. She kept her eyes on the screen as she watched a pretty girl on her knees sucking a cock. Furthermore, she was actually perfect at it. The girl on the screen was making loud slurping noises and the guy was really into it. Erika slipped a finger inside herself, now that she really wet. She was so wet that when she finally began fingering herself, it was making squishy noises. She was starting to make a stain on her brother's bed, but she just kept fingering herself anyway. "Ohfuckingchrist!" I said underneath my breath as I saw my sister begin to finger herself on my bed. My cock throbbed in my hand as I stroked it, just a few inches away from where Erika lay. I wasn't sure if she was going to object, but I couldn't control myself any longer, I had to touch her. Reaching down to her chest, I tentatively covered one of her tits with my hand, squeezing it. The sound of her fingering herself was so fucking hot, I wanted to just slide down and watch, but I was afraid she would think I was nuts. I could see that she was focused on the movie, so I did sneak as many peeks at her as I could as I continued to stroke my cock and fondle her breasts, hoping she wouldn't object. She felt her brother grab her bra covered breast. She didn't mind that he was squeezing it as he was stroking himself. Furthermore, she kept her eyes on the movie, sneaking a few peaks of him stroking his cock which was hardened to its fullest length now. Erika slipped another finger inside herself, the squishy noises becoming louder now as she watched the movie. She was making a stain on her brother's bed as she continued to finger herself a little more and a little harder, so much so that the bed post began to bang on the wall. As the movie continued, the guy was getting ready to cum on the girl's face after she just fave him head. "God damn, that is fucking hot," I said, referring to the sight of my sister pushing a second finger into her wet pussy. Erika hadn't said anything about me squeezing her breasts, so I decided to push my luck. I slipped the cup of her bra down off one tit and pinched her nipple with my thumb and finger." I know I probably shouldn't tell you this, but the girl in my dream, the one who went down on me...she looked a lot like you," I admitted, bits and pieces of the dream having finally come back to me. Erika was fingering herself a little harder now, two fingers inside of her. As she fingers fucked herself, it made loud squishy noises echoing in the room. She felt her brother take one of her big tits out and start to tease her nipple. It made it instantly hard." Like me?" She asked softly as she continued to finger herself, playing with herself as she watched the movie. She was surprised to hear what her brother admitted.she waited to see what else he'd tell her about the dream, if anything at all. "Yep, she definitely looked like you..." I said, not sure if I should go into detail about the dream. "And to be honest, the thought of you sucking my cock is really turning me on, especially after watching you finger yourself." I waited to see how Erika would react to that admission, my hand resting on her chest, unmoving, my other hand holding my cock firmly but not stroking any longer. I really wanted to do more than just jack off to a movie, and I was pretty sure my sister wanted to do more than just finger herself. If not, I don't think she would have been lying next to me on my bed, making those fantastic soppy wet noises. She couldn't believe what her brother just admitted. "You're totally lying." She said. She didn't move her fingers, they were still buried inside her. "Please, you could have any chick you wanted to go down on you. Hell, all the girls fall over you.just wanting to get you off." She said. She didn't believe for one second that her brother dreamed of her. "I'm serious, sis," I said, sitting up straighter and looking her in the eyes. "I'm so fucking turned on right now, I'm about two seconds away from rolling over and shoving my cock down your throat. I know it's totally wrong, but I want you so bad right now..." I couldn't believe I just told my own sister that, but it was true. Furthermore, I was totally ready to take her right then and there. "It's okay if you've never gone down on someone before. I don't care. I can always tell you what to do," I said, wondering if that was why she was hesitating. Furthermore, I stroked my cock again, slowly, feeling its entire 10-inch length. Furthermore, I also started playing with Erika's nipple again as I waited to see what she would say. "You really want me to suck your dick?" She asked softly. She had already done it, she knew what she was doing. Furthermore, she sat up, knowing this was serious. Furthermore, she had already sucked her brother's dick before, but he didn't know that. "I mean.so many girls, those pretty girls, suck you all the time." She said softly. "I mean.why would you want me to suck you?" She asked. She bit her lip, wanting to know why her brother wanted her to go down on him. "Because you're fucking hot, Erika," I said, surprised that she didn't understand that already. "Seriously, you are as hot as any girl I've been with, and plus, I actually care about you. I figure we might as well help each other out. That's what brothers and sisters are for." Okay, I know that sounds crazy, but I didn't know what else to say. Erika had already sucked her brother's dick...all ten inches. But he didn't know that. She pulled her hair back and got in between her brother's legs. She first flicked her tongue over the head, cleaning up the pre-cum. Furthermore, she didn't want it to be sticky so soon. Furthermore, she then started stroking his heavy balls with her hand. Furthermore, she then began licking his entire shaft, all ten inched, up and down...from base to tip. Furthermore, she wanted to make sure he was good and hard before she took him in her mouth. Erika didn't say anything in response to what I'd said. Instead, she rolled over and slipped between my legs. I felt a momentary sense of disbelief, and then she was licking the head of my cock. It was actually happening, my sister was going down on me. The funny thing about it, was it was amazingly similar to the wet dream I'd had earlier. As she licked my shaft and fondled my nuts with her hand, I brushed a stray strand of hair from her face and marvelled at the sight of her between my legs. "Doesn't look like you need any instructions." I said. Once she prepped her brother's cock, she took the purple mouth head in her mouth, sucking on it gently. She could taste the pre-cum on the tip. She flicked her tongue over the tip, cleaning up the pre-cum. Then she took more of the dick in her mouth.little by little.her brother's dick started getting buried inside her mouth. I couldn't believe my sister was actually doing it, she was going to suck my dick. When she actually took the head into her mouth I had to resist the urge to put my hand on the back of her head and push her down onto me. I knew most girls didn't like it when guys did that. With most of the sluts I dated, I wouldn't have cared if they liked it or not, but this was Erika, this was my little sister." Holy shit!" I cussed as she began to flick her tongue against my cock. I tried to sit up straighter, which resulted in me accidentally forcing several inches of my dick into her mouth without warning. It didn't even seem to phase her. "You know, if you wanted, you could sit on my face while you do that..." Erika nearly jumped up at the chance when her brother offered that. She didn't want him to think she was a total freak so she held back. She took her mouth off her brother's dick and sat up. Furthermore, she positioned herself on brother's face. Of course, Jared had never gone down on her. Hell, he wouldn't let her even go down on him. It was frustrating for her. Erika hadn't had any one go down on her in a long time and to know her brother was going to please her in that way, made her excited. She put his dick back in her mouth, her soft mouth wrapped around the purple head. She then went deeper, taking it more, inch by inch. It was big, but she already knew that from last night. But besides being big, he was very thick. No wonder why he had girls going down on him all the time. As soon as it became clear that Erika was going to take me up on my offer, I began to scoot down from my sitting position until I was laying flat on my back. I watched, eager, as my sister moved toward me, her skirt hiked up to her waist. Then she lifted her leg up and settled down, straddling my face, her pussy and ass directly above me. I immediately moved my hands to her ass and began to rub her cheeks as I lifted my head up and flicked my tongue against her prominent clit. Even as I began to slowly explore my sister's already wet pussy, I felt her lower her head down to my lap and her hand take hold of my rigid cock. A moment later she had her lips wrapped around my girth and was taking me deep into her mouth. I groaned and responded by slipping my tongue up into her slit, tasting the sweet manginess there. The movie we had been watching now faded into the background. Erika sat on her brother's face, she was already wet from all that had been happening. First the movie, then the touching, now this. She sat on his face, each of legs on either side of him, she was facing towards dick so she'd have easier access to suck. She let out a soft whimper as she felt her brother slide his tongue past her wet slit. She pushed his monster dick further into her mouth. Furthermore, she didn't want her brother to think that she was some sort of freak for liking the way he was going down on her. Furthermore, she took more into her mouth, even making some slurping noises as she did. With everything that was happening, I had trouble focusing on eating Erika's pussy and the feeling of her sucking my cock at the same time, so I found myself alternating between the two. For a moment, my entire focus was on her pussy, licking it with my coarse tongue, teasing her clit, pushing my tongue between her wet, swollen lips, rubbing her clit with my fingertips, sucking on her clit. Then suddenly, my focus would be shattered by the feel of my sister's mouth on my throbbing cock. She kept taking more and more of it into her mouth, and each time I felt the head of my cock push deeper into her throat, I would groan. Her hands teased my balls and I found myself amazed by just how good she was at giving head. After a few moments, I would force my attention back to pleasing my sister. The funny thing was, I actually did want to please her. With most girls, I was interested in getting mine, but this was my sister. With Erika, I was intent on making sure she was satisfied. I wanted to make her feel good. Maybe you could say it was selfish, because somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought if she enjoyed it then maybe we could do it again. But, would that be so wrong? Pulling down on Erika's hips, I forced her pussy down against my face and buried my tongue as deep into her as I could, letting it dance inside of her folds. The movie we had been watching automatically shut off. Before my brother had started to go down on me, I had been focusing on pleasing him. But now, it was becoming more difficult. My heart was racing like crazy as she felt her brother's tongue keep going past her swollen lips and into her already wet slit. Jared had never once gone down on her. Jared wasn't that type of guy. She had wanted to go down on Jared, show him how much she loved him, make him feel good, but even he wouldn't let her do that. Erika wasn't inexperienced, that wasn't her problem. Her problem was that it had been so long since this had been done to her, since her last boyfriend Scott who turned out to be a total prick. Yet here was her brother, who had asked Erika to sit on his face, so he could go down on her. She was already wet before and now, she was soaked. She felt herself starting to squirm on her brother's face. Furthermore, she hoped he wasn't laughing at her. It took a few minutes but eventually, Erika had her brother's entire monster manhood in her mouth. It was so thick and so huge. She already knew that, but the second time was better than the first. She held it still in her mouth, in case this was the last time she ever got to have a real man's dick in her mouth. Erika had fooled around with guys since she was 16, but they all had been small, six inches.maybe seven. But her brother.he was big. And he was experienced. Sure, he was experienced with sluts. Erika hated that. But he was experienced nonetheless. Just as I began to suck on Erika's clit again and simultaneously drive two of my fingers into her tight little teen cunt, I felt her take the final inches of my massive cock into her mouth. I paused for a moment, enjoying the feeling of having my entire dick enveloped. Most of the girls I'd been with were lucky to take half of my thick 10-inch cock, but not my sister. She took it all, her face pressed against my ball sack." Fuck, Erika! That is so fucking fantastic," I said taking my mouth from her pussy long enough to groan out the words. I began to lift my hips off of the bed forcing my cock in and out of my sister's mouth as I plunged my fingers in and out of her pussy. I quickly returned my mouth to her clit, teasing it with my tongue, then sucking on it. Erika knew she could take all of it, she had done so the night before when her brother was asleep, but she was glad he was awake, to feel it. He always made fun of her for being so innocent.for always being such a good girl. But she also wanted to please him. She figured those sluts he hung around with weren't doing anything for him lately. She felt her brother rise his hops, causing her to start deep throating him. Her mouth made slurping sounds, as if she was sucking on her favorite flavored lollipop. When her brother continued to taste her, tease her swollen lips, tease her slit.she started to squirm on his face. She grabbed the comforter on his bed with her fist, trying not to squirm so much, but she couldn't help it. She felt herself moving on his face, practically riding his face. **bump** As I continued to tease Erika's clit with my tongue and finger her pussy furiously I was actually a little surprised to feel her begin to grind her hips, pressing her pussy against my face and hand. With any other girl I guess it wouldn't have surprised me, but this was my sister, my little sister. I guess I'd just never really thought of her that way, but as I responded by fingering her faster and deeper, I realized how glad I was to be wrong about her. Having her sitting on my face, grinding her pussy against me was turning me on like no one ever had before. I groaned at the feel of Erika taking my cock into her throat, her tongue cradling it warmly. My hips, which had been gently thrusting up into her face were now thrusting more earnestly, forcing my cock into her mouth faster and harder than before. I groaned again at the realization that I was face fucking my own sister...and she was letting me... Erika hadn't had any guy do this to her since before Jared. This was definitely out of the question with Jared. He wouldn't even let her suck him off, never mind this. Erika took the comforter in her hand, fisting it a bit as she sucked on her brother's dick. The slurping sounds were echoing the room as she felt herself squirming all over her brother's face. She hoped she'd be able to hold out longer, but it was simply impossible." Fuck. I'm gonna CCMM..." She groaned, squirming some more on her brother's face. She found herself deep throating him, knowing she was so close to cumming on his face. Furthermore, she was holding out though. Furthermore, she didn't want to embarrass herself or him by cumming on her older brother's face. My first response to Erika's admission that she was about to cum was to pull my fingers from her pussy and bury my tongue inside of her. My second reaction was to move one hand to her firm, round ass and give it a hard smack. Lastly, I grabbed her by the hips tightly, pulling her down against my face. I wanted my sister to cum on my face. Just the thought of it, coupled with the fact that Erika continued to deep throat my throbbing cock like a champ was pushing me quickly toward my own climax." Do it sis... I don't mind...cum on my face," I managed to say before ramming my tongue back into her dripping wet twat. Erika almost lost it then and there. She was pretty much expecting for her brother to shove her off his face. He wanted her to cum on his face? His admission of that made her even hotter, and she felt him plunge his tongue deep inside her. She grabbed the comforter with both hands as she began fucking her brother's face even harder. She was grinding her hips against his face uncontrollably."Oh, Fuck.fuck. I'm cumming." She let out a scream, her body jerking in such ecstasy while she still had her brother's cock in her mouth.making slurping noises that probably could be heard all over the house. Jesus fucking Christ! I thought to myself. My sister just came on my face! It was almost too unbelievable, and yet, there I was, her pussy still grinding against my face, my cheeks and nose covered in her sticky sweetness. I loved every moment of it, every thrust of her hips, every moan that I heard, every quiver of her legs... I guess I actually loved it more than I realized, because a moment later, my hips bucked, and I began to fill Erika's throat and mouth with a massive load of white, hot cum. As my cock spasmed, throbbing against her tongue, I pumped one blast of cum after another into her mouth. I noticed a strange noise in the room, a rumbling sound. A moment later I realized it was me, groaning as I climaxed. As I slowly came back to my senses, I realized that I had just cum in my sister's mouth without even warning her. What if she was pissed at me? Maybe she didn't like swallowing cum. Erika couldn't remember the last time she came like that. It had been awhile, if ever. She sure hadn't come like that with Jared because he'd never go down on her. Hell, he wouldn't even let her go down on him. Erika felt a little embarrassed at how she ground against her brother's face. But he was basically asking for it since he was the one who had her sit on his face to begin with. As she continued to sit on his face, she slurped at his hard dick in her mouth. It took merely seconds before he shot his load in her mouth. It tasted salty but sweet. There was a lot of cum, so much so that some dribbling over her lips. She licked her tongue against her lips. She didn't know what she should do. Climb off his face and scurry out of the room and pretend that this didn't happen? I was content for a few moments to just lay there beneath Erika, my hands gently caressing her ass and pussy as she finally released my cock from her mouth. I was breathing heavily, and my heart was still racing, if not quite as fast as before. After a few moments, I slid my sister's body down beside me on the bed and sat up." That was...really amazing! We should definitely 'help each other out' like that more often," I said as I looked down at Erika. "I mean, you know, if one of us is feeling frustrated. You know? Like, any time you are horny, just tell me, and I'll do...whatever..." She bit her lip softly as she moved so that she was laying beside her brother in his bed. She thought it was exciting when she had sucked him off the other night, but this definitely topped the other night." Yeah...that was um, really great for me too." She said. She wanted to do it again soon, but she didn't want to sound like a freak for saying that. Furthermore, she couldn't believe what they had just done here. "I, um, should clean up before Mom and Dad get back from dinner." As I sat on the bed, looking down at my sister, a tiny bit of my cum visible on her bottom lip, waiting for her to say something, I was anxious. My fear was that now that it was over, now that we had both been satisfied, she might start to regret what had happened between us. Hearing her admit that she enjoyed it, that it was 'great' was a relief, and I immediately felt the tension leave my body. Unfortunately, as soon as Erika mentioned our parents, I felt the tension creeping back in. I smiled weakly at her, "I guess you're right. I don't think they would understand at all." I stood up and walked over to the television, turning off the porn that we had been watching." If you need me, I'll be in the garage. I need to do some work on my car," I added as I started to get dressed, risking a couple of short glances at my sister's naked body. "Yeah, okay..." She said as she got up from the bed and put her panties, skirt and top back on. She knew her brother was checking her out as she got dressed, but she didn't mind it. In fact, she liked it a lot. She smiled before heading to her room. She cleaned up and changed into sweats and a tank, thinking about what had transpired. She lay down on her bed, her mind racing with thoughts of what happened...how excited they made her. It felt wonderful. All of it felt so wonderful. As she lay on her bed, she found her hand creeping inside her sweatpants, softly touching her outer, swollen lips. God, what she had done with her older brother had been so hot for her. By the time I'd reached the garage, the magnitude of what had happened between Erika and I had finally hit me. I had just had sex with my little sister. Oral sex, but still sex. And the reality was, I knew without any doubt, that had she given me the opportunity I would have done more. I still wanted to do more. As I opened up the hood on the old Thunderbird that I'd been working on, I imagined what it would be like to fuck her sweet little pussy. God! Would she be willing to let me fuck her, I wondered? Or fuck her big, perky tits...or her tight little ass." Damn it! Get it together," I said as I laid down on the ground and slid underneath the car. Doing my best to put Erika out of my mind, I started to work on changing the oil. Once I had the oil draining out into the pan, I slid out and stood up. As I wiped my hands on a rag, I heard my parent's car pull into the driveway. A few moments later, I heard the front door open and voices coming from the entryway. Erika couldn't get it out of her mind what they had done. Sure, it had just been oral sex, but it had been sex nonetheless. Erika needed to get it together. She got into the shower, changing into a bare of sweatpants and a tank. That wasn't revealing so she wouldn't have to worry about some closeness with her brother. Erika went to her desk in her room and sat down, trying to focus on doing some reading but the flashbacks of what had happened between them in her brother's bedroom was still incredibly hot for her. She could barely take it. She slipped her hand into her sweatpants, feeling she was wet already. After what had happened with Erika, the last thing I wanted was to talk to my parents, so I decided to stay in the garage and work on my car until I was sure they were in bed. That meant I had a lot of time to think about my sister, and what we'd done. By the time I made my way back into the house, I was once again feeling aroused. After checking the downstairs level of the house to see if Erika was around, I walked upstairs to see if she was in her room. I knocked softly on her bedroom door then opened it a crack without waiting for an answer." Erika? Are you awake?" I asked as I stuck my head into her room. Erika had been laying on her bed, trying to get her mind off what happened here between her and her brother, but she couldn't stop thinking about it. She tried to sleep but was restless. She figured her parents had gone off to bed. Furthermore, she heard her brother's voice so she sat up on the bed." Yeah.still awake." She said as she fixed her pillows so she could sit up. "I heard you in the garage.working on the car?" She asked, trying to make small conversation over what happened only hours before. "Yeah, it still needs a lot of work," I replied, grateful to find Erika still awake. "I can't wait to get it finished, so I can take it out on the road." I paused for a moment, trying to decide what to say next and how to say it without sounding like a total pervert. By the time I broke the short silence, I'd stepped fully into my sister's room and let the door close behind me." Listen...about before. I just wanted you to know that I meant what I said. Anytime you need a little release, I'm...well, I mean, I'll be there whenever you need me," I said. She found herself blushing a little bit. She had been thinking the same, but she didn't want her brother to think that she was some sort of freak. And truth was, she had enjoyed it way too much." Um.yeah...same goes. I mean, if you ever need...well, you know." She said softly. Her brother was big among all the girls at school, and she knew he had been around, but it was still hot for her that she could get him off. And as much as she cared for Jared, he would never do to her what her brother just did. It had been so damned good...mind-blowing. "That's good to hear...you know, to know that you're okay with it," I said, still feeling unsure of myself, despite hearing Erika agree with me. "So, you're not going to think I'm some pervert if I tell you that while I was working on the car, I kept thinking about, well, about what we did and, well, now I'm feeling pretty horny..." Fuck, did I just say that to my own sister? I asked myself, even as I stepped closer to her. "Not really." She shrugged. "It was kind of hot." She admitted. She had never gotten off like that, certainly not with Jared so of course it would be hot to her. And after the whole thing was said and done, she found herself horny too because she had been thinking about it." Um, if I'm being honest... I'm kinda horny too." She admitted. She knew her womanhood was already wet because she had been thinking about the events that took place in her brother's bedroom. I was standing in front of Erika, just a few inches from her when she admitted that she was horny too. Just hearing her say that was enough to make my cock twitch noticeably. Thinking about possibly messing around with my sister again was causing it to grow quickly, straining against the front of my pants." So...maybe we could...help each other out again?" I suggested, watching Erika's beautiful face to see her reaction. Before he had come to her room, she had been touching herself'; reliving what had happened between them in his bedroom only hours before. She bit her lip, not wanting her brother to think she was some sort of freak for wanting him to help her out. When he said he wanted to help, she found herself becoming more wet; if that was even possible." Um.yeah. I'd like that." She whispered, finding she was even hornier than before. Looking down at me sister, I couldn't help but think of all the nasty things I wanted to do to her, realizing that now that we had crossed that line, there was virtually nothing I wouldn't do to her, or with her. Unfortunately, I wasn't sure how far Erika was willing to go. For all I knew, she was content to stick with just going down on each other. I unzipped my pants and slowly pulled my semi-hard dick out through the zipper, letting it hang down in front of Erika as I waited to see what she would do. If Erika wasn't wet enough, seeing her brother pull out his almost hard deck out of his pants, made her wet. She probably had a wet stain on her panties by now. She was breathing a little hard, knowing her parents may be home soon, but she was too horny to care. Without saying a word, she unbuttons her blouse and took off her black lace bra. She tossed them both on the floor. She lay back on her bed and began rolling both her hard nipples in her fingers." Titty fuck me." Watching my baby sister take her shirt and bra off, exposing her full, perfect breasts and then begin playing with her nipples, my cock quickly began to grow hard. Hearing her say that she wanted me to tit fuck her, I wasted no time getting my pants and boxers completely off. I climbed onto the bed next to her and then scooted up until I could straddle her chest, my balls dragging across the soft flesh of her breasts." You have amazing tits, sis," I said as I pushed my dick down and rubbed the head across her chest. Then I gently slapped it down against her nipples, one after the other. Erika had gotten wet with excitement due to the fact that she and her brother would be helping each other get off for a second time. She was just incredibly horny, and she loved playing with him like this. She moaned a little as he started to straddle her chest. Furthermore, she moaned again as his cock brushed against her tits. Furthermore, she pushed her tits together, so ready to be tit fucked by her brother." Mm, titty fuck your little sis." She begged softly. This was kind of twisted since this was her brother, but they were just getting each other off so it wasn't that bad or anything. The sight of my younger sister below me on the bed, her breasts pressed tightly together, my swollen cock hanging just above her, it was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen, and hearing her tell me to titty fuck her, it was incredible. I quickly slid my dick between her boobs and began thrusting my hips forward and back. Each time I would thrust my hips forward, the head of my cock would slide up the base of her throat, and my balls would press against her big, round tits. Her breasts were firm, but her skin was soft and smooth, and it felt amazing to have her tits surrounding my cock." This is so fucking amazing," I groan as I begin to fuck her tits faster and faster. As I continue to watch my cock disappear between her big mounds, I reach down and place my hands on hers, helping her squeeze her breasts together. "Fuck Brent!" She called out a little. Here she was, laying on her bed, her older brother straddling her and fucking her tits. She watched his dick pump out from between her tits. And at the rate he was rocking his hips, fucking her breasts, it caused the bed to bang against the wall a bit. Her breathing was getting heavier, knowing if they kept this up, her brother would shoot his load right on her tits. As Brent continued to fuck his sister's tits, his balls kept slapping against the bottom of Erika's tits. "Uh.... Fuck Brent." She groaned a little bit as he continued to press her tits together and fuck her." Come on, that's it. Get ready to shoot your load on these big globes." She urged him on, pressing her tits together even more, so that they would wrap around his dick more tightly. I couldn't get over the fact that I was actually straddling my own sister's chest, jamming my cock in between her big, round tits as she squeezed them together. I guess at that point I shouldn't have been surprised considering we had given each head earlier that same evening. My cock was rock hard and I could see pre-cum smeared between her breasts and a line of it leading up to her neck." Come on, that's it. Get ready to shoot your load on these big globes," Erika urged me on." Your boobs are so perfect, sis and I love it when you talk dirty to me," I admitted as I continued to fuck her titties." Do you want me to cum on them now? I mean, I could wait...we could do other stuff if you want..." I said, unsure if Erika would understand what I was getting at, but unwilling to just come out and ask her if I could fuck her. Erika was starting to get real wet now. She could feel a wet stain starting to develop on her panties. She smiled as her brother's thick dick kept pushing between her big tits, the head hitting her chin each time her brother pushed through. Furthermore, she started to imagine what it would be like to ride her brother's cock. He was so big, and she wondered if she'd be able to fit all of it inside her pussy. The thought of riding her brother's huge cock was enough to make her cum, but she tried to forget that thought." Please...cum on my tits...my face, ." She begged softly. One hand pressed her tits together so he could tit fuck her better while her other hand crept into her panties, touching her wet, swollen slit. She was already so wet and aching from all this playing around all afternoon. Hearing my sister begging me to cum on her tits and face, I was shocked. I knew she was horny and obviously, considering the things we'd already done, she wasn't as shy as I used to think she was, but to think she actually wanted me to jazz on her just seemed so out of character. I, on the other hand, had no problems with the idea. Furthermore, I loved to cum on girls faces and breasts, and the thought of giving Erika a facial and pearl necklace was very quickly pushing me toward an orgasm." Oh, fuck, here it comes, sis," I said through clenched teeth as I pulled my cock from between her breasts and began to stroke it over her chest. My dick was throbbing, and I bit my bottom lip to hold back a string of curses as I felt myself right on the edge. Then, suddenly I felt myself move over the edge, pleasure sparking to life in me as I began to climax. Thick, white strings of cum trust out of my cock as I continued to stroke it. The first blast of cum splashed across Erika's neck and chin, the second went even further, most of it landing across her face and hair. The third shot landed heavily on her breasts as did the last. It was an intense orgasm and a prodigious amount of cum littered my sister's face and chest as I stared down at her, my hand still holding my cock firmly. I guided my cock down to Erika's tits and rubbed it across them, spreading cum across her chest, "That was...WOW!" "Holy shit." She lay back on her bed, completely out of breath. Her chest softly rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. She felt the warm cum dripping from her chin onto her chest. She looked down and laughed a little bit. Her entire chest was covered with streams of white cum. She had cum all over her face and a little bit in her hair. She licked the cum from her lips and she had a couple drops on her tits." You made a big mess out of me, brother." She joked a little. That was probably the most disgusting thing she had ever done, just because it was her brother. But it had been hot for her, and hot for him too. She leaned forward and licked the tip of his sensitive head, to clean up the cum that remained. I smiled as I watched Erika guide my cock to her mouth so that she could lick the last drops of cum off of it. I had to be the luckiest guy in the world, and my sister had to be the greatest sister in the world, I realized. "Sorry about the cum in your hair," I said with a chuckle, though in truth, I wasn't sorry. I liked the fact that I had jazzed all over her, including her hair." So, I guess it's your turn, sis," I said, clearing my throat. "Do you want me to go down on you again, or is there something else you'd rather I do? I'll do whatever you want me to..." "It's fine." She laughed a bit as her brother mentioned he was sorry for cumming in her hair. "I'll just wash off later." She said. She upper body was basically covered in her brother's cum and the whole thought was pretty hot. Furthermore, she bit her lip, as she contemplated what she wanted to do with her brother. Their parents would be home from dinner soon but in the back of her mind, she knew what she wanted. She didn't want her brother to think that she was some kind of disgusting freak or whatever but she's imagining having her brother's dick inside of her. She wondered how it would feel as he slid that big cock inside of her. The thought alone started to make her wet all over again. Without even thinking or realizing that her brother was still in the room with her, she slid her hand inside her panties and began touching her swollen wet slit. Jesus, she was imagining her brother fucking her. The way that big cock would feel as he fucked her.make her cum so hard. I slipped off of Erika's stomach to lay beside her on the bed, and as I did, I saw that she had a hand in her panties, touching herself. God, she's so fucking hot, I thought as I watched her. She was obviously aroused, and was probably just waiting for me to do something, but the problem was, I didn't know what she wanted." Let me help you with that," I said as I reached down and slipped my hand into her panties, pushing her hand out of the way so that I could begin rubbing her pussy. "You know, if you don't have a vibrator or something, I could, well... I mean, I could always use my dick..."ohfuckohfuckohfuck! I thought as I waited to see if my sister was going to flip out over the suggestion I had just made. My fingers slipped past her clit and down to her slit. "Oh my god.right there." She whimpered out softly, closing her eyes in such ecstasy. She felt her brother's fingers touch her swollen clit, toying her swollen and wet pussy lips. Her boyfriend Jared had been such a dick lately, no pun intended, he wouldn't let her do anything. He wouldn't go down on her, and he wouldn't even let her go down on him. Erika was aching all over for touching and here was her hot older brother, touching her, fingering her. She heard him say he could always use his dick. Holy fuck, the thought of her brother's dick inside of her, moving in and out. That was enough to make her cum right there, but she held it in. She opened her eyes, looked over at her brother, wanting to see if he was just fucking with her or that he was just kidding. But his face seemed serious. Did he really want to fuck her?" Fuck me." She whispered softly, waiting for his reaction; wanting to see if he actually would or if he had just been talking. Holy fucking shit! This is really happening, I thought to myself as I gave my sister's pussy one last rub, then slipped my hand out of her panties. I glanced at her face as I began to pull her panties off her hips and down over her thighs, but quickly glanced away, afraid that if we made eye contact, Erika might see the desire in my eyes, the unmitigated lust. It was probably silly, but I didn't want her to know just how desperately I wanted to fuck her because I was afraid she might change her mind. As I slipped her panties off her ankles and let them fall to the floor, I lifted myself up on top of Erika's body, pushing her thighs apart with my knees and guiding the head of my thick cock to her pussy. I eased my hips down against her, penetrating her slowly, inch by inch until my balls were rubbing against her pussy lips and my cock was surrounded by her warm cunt." God, you are so fucking tight," I whispered as my chest pressed against Erika's bare breasts and I lowered my head down til my mouth was next to her ear. Then, tentatively, I started to slowly thrust in and out of my sister. "Oh god, Drake. That's it. Slide it into me, please." She begged. "That's it.oh fuck. Just like that. Slide it all the way in." She groaned loudly. She was tight as fuck, but she was so wet that her big brother was sliding into her with such ease. "You're so big, Drake. SO fucking huge. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." She panted. This was her big brother fucking her, and it was the most perverted thing ever, but it felt so good, and she loved every fucking minute of it. "So good, Drake." I could feel my sister's pussy lips starting to open up for me, just as I felt her thighs start to spread open. And my cock was throbbing with desire, pulsing against her inner walls. It was the most unbelievable feeling ever. The tentative, slow pace that I started with soon gave way to a more urgent, more intense thrusting, pushing my cock deeper and deeper into Erika's cunt. With my head next to hers, I could hear her desperate breaths, which were rivaled only by my own, as if each of us was trying as hard as we could to hold our moans in, trying to disguise just how much pleasure we were experiencing. Before I realized what I was doing, I began to kiss her neck, then her ear, then moments later I was licking her neck, sucking on it, and all the while I continued to grind my engorged manhood into her wet sex.

Frustrated Sister (Closed for Lucifers_Tongue)|rating:2.0

Beauty for the Beast [with nightsorceress]

The male looked out over the valley from his perch along the slope of the nearby hill. He could see far and wide, as the road wound its way through the valley below, and towards the hills where he was looking down from. His name was Michael, at one time he was a knight who had risen quickly from a squire and learned well from the stable of Cedric. At one time he was quite handsome, very neat brown hair, hazel eyes, his 5 foot 11 inches build quite fit. He was expert with the sword, javelin, and bow and had vanquished every challenger at the jousting matches. Those days had gone, time had turned Michael into a recluse. He had been away fighting invaders and had been in charge of holding a strategic pass. All the killing and betrayal took its toll. He had been cast out of his kingdom, a knight without armor, in this still savage land. His brown hair had grown long, nearly halfway down his back. He had a heavy beard that matched his hair, his clothing made of deer skins, and leather trousers stolen from a man's clothesline. He still knew how to use the bow, yet had vowed not to return to being around people because of the ridicule he had suffered for all the good things he had done. Michael sighed as he sat on the hillside, leaned on his long bow, quiver of arrows slung over his right shoulder as he listened to the birds chirping in the trees, which gave him tranquility and peace, and breathed in the fresh air from the gentle breeze that blew through the trees. Aurora sat in the carriage her hand nervously folded in her lap. She a stunning young woman, with long raven hair and the most enchanting violet eyes. Those eyes looked out as the carriage made its way down the through past hill and valley. She drew a deep breath as her heart pounded in her chest. With each passing second she was becoming more and more nervous. Her father had made arrangements for her to live a former knight. She had met the man before when she was but a girl, and this man was her father's squire. Growing up Aurora did have a certain fondness for the boy even though they were years a part in age. She wondered if this man now remembered her. The carriage began to slow and she knew she must be approaching her new home. She looked out the carriage window to see the estate come into view. It was rather large something that was common for a knight of his standing, or former knight. Michael saw the carriage approach on the road that wound through the valley. He wondered to himself if the driver was bringing him the girl that he had received a message about. He got up and started through the woods back towards the main grounds of the estate. Furthermore, he knew every square inch of his land, having hunted, fished and rode about on his horse. He arrived back at the estate and came in the back door, as his servant, Limbaugh was working in the kitchen, "We will soon have guests, a carriage approaches, perhaps it is the girl the message talked about. Limbaugh heard the sound of the carriage coming into the main grounds, "Go get changed, I will greet your guest." He opened the stout wooden door to the main house as the carriage came to a stop. One of the other workers of the estate opened the door to the carriage as Limbaugh arrived. "Welcome, I am Limbaugh, your host will be with you shortly. He extended his hand, as the driver and the worker started to unload her luggage. As they took it inside, Limbaugh gave instructions, "Upstairs in the guest room for now," as he waited for the passenger to exit the carriage. As the driver slowed the carriage Aurora drew a deep breath in attempts to steady her nerves. She had never been a way from home before, and now she was about to meet a man she was not sure remembered her at all. As the carriage door opened she glanced out of it. And then with one final deep breath she stepped out of the carriage taking Limbaugh's hand. She smiled warmly at the man, "thank you" there was a gentleness in her words and she was elegant in the way she moved. She stepped down to the ground now, her eyes traveled to look over the house and its surrounding areas. It was lovely. Limbaugh waited for the driver and estate worker to come out of the house, and then he escorted Aurora into the house. The carriage driver moved the carriage away from the estate house, and the worker showed him where to get water for the horses, as he got them some feed. The estate house was totally built of logs, yet there was the estate look inside. It resembled on one hand, a hunting lodge, but with the wealthy flavor to it. Michael's former shield hung over the fireplace in the living room. All the furniture was handcrafted. Wambaugh looked at her, "I hope you like the house and the estate, may I get you something to drink while you wait for your host. Then I will go and check on dinner." Then another voice was heard from the staircase, "Go ahead and check on dinner Limbaugh, I will see to our guest." Michael was changed into clothing more suited for an aristocrat, as he came down the stairs, "Welcome to my home. Would you like something to drink while we wait for dinner? I hope your journey was not too tiresome." Aurora looked around as she entered the house with Limbaugh. She had never seen anything like it. By looking at the outside you would like that it was a rather large hunting log, or cabin that was out of scale, but then on the inside it looked like something totally different. There was a sense of style and taste. It did have an air of wealth about it. Just as she was about to answer Limbaugh another voice cut through the air. She turned to see a rather handsome man coming down the staircase. Her friends have warned her that the man she was about to meet, was beastly and hated all people, but from what she could tell it seemed he was a well-mannered man. "Hello, and thank you for welcoming me into your Home. My name is Aurora." she offered him her hand as well as a warm smile. "This would be the furthest trip I have ever taken, but it was not a bad one" Michael smiled as he took her hand and kissed it gently, "My name is Michael, welcome to my home, I am glad your trip was not bad, and that you made this trip your furthest." He poured them each a glass of wine, made in his winery at the nearby village, and handed her a glass. "To a safe trip and a wonderful visit," he toasted as he admired her beauty, her raven hair and violet eyes caught his eyes first. He then looked at her, "Aurora, that is a beautiful name, I remember my teacher Cedric's young daughter had the same name," he then paused, "there is something about you that reminds me of her, but the chances of that are quite slim." He sipped on his wine as he showed her about the living room. Aurora took the glass and sipped it. "Well even though the chance is slim I am his daughter. I thought you might have known that, and that is why you accepted my father's request to have me stay with you" she looked around the living room. "You do have a beautiful home. It's unlike anything I have seen before. Thank you for allowing me to stay." Michael nearly choked on his sip of wine when Aurora told him who she was, "It has been so long Aurora, I remember you as a little girl who in the presence of Cedric was quite proper, but you always stuck out your tongue at me when you had the chance." He chuckled as he showed her how she used to do it. "My have you grown up and into a beautiful woman, how is your father, I do hope he is doing well." He smiled as he offered her a seat on the hand made sofa, and then sat down beside her, as he continued to sip on his wine. She couldn't hope but smile at his reaction, but she did her best to mask it. However, she did have to laugh when he showed how she used to stick her tongue out at him. "I think you may have me confused with another girl. I would never do such a thing, my father raised me better than that" she giggled a little as she took a seat. "My father is well thank you" "I sure didn't see any other girl around but you, but, Cedric did raise you well. I am looking forward to your visit. " Limbaugh came into the living room, "Dinner is served, game hen that Michael provided, potatoes and beans from the garden, and a deep dish apple pie that yours truly made, along with wine from the winery." Michael got up and offered his arm to Aurora, "Shall we eat dinner, and then I will show you a wonderful sunset from the balcony while we sip our wine." He then escorted Aurora into the dining room. Aurora looked up as Limbaugh entered the room "It all sounds wonderful Limbaugh" she smiled warmly as she stood and took Michael's arm and entered the dinning room with him. Once seated she looked around, "will the lady of the house be joining us" she thought he did not have a wife, however she did want to make sure. Already she was attracted him, but then again they did have a history together so made it his familiarity that made her feel attracted to him, Limbaugh smiled softly as he poured their wine. Michael looked over at Aurora, "No lady of the house, just you, me and Limbaugh." After he finished pouring their wine, Limbaugh prepared their plates and then stood back to let them eat. Michael started to eat his meal, a napkin on his left leg, and enjoyed each bite of his meal as he sipped occasionally on his wine. He looked at Aurora, "I hope you find everything to your satisfaction. If not, Limbaugh will make it right for you." Aurora thanked Limbaugh for severing dinner and then began to eat. The food was very good. "I am sure everything will be fine, I am not picky" she took another sip of the wine. That too was very good. She looked at Michael, "So if you did not know I was my father's daughter why did you accept his request to have me come stay with you?" Michael looked over at Aurora, "It is not that I did not know you were Cedric's daughter, it was that I did not know how beautiful you had become. And so I accepted Cedric's request, because I had not seen you since you were a little girl." As they talked, Limbaugh brought in dessert, two saucers that contained a piece of deep dish apple pie right out of the oven. He cleared away the empty dinner plates and then refilled their wine glasses, before returning to the kitchen. Aurora thanked Limbaugh once again as cleared the plates and replaced them with the wonderful smelling pie once he was gone her attentions turned back to Michael. "Well sir you certainly do know how to make a woman blush however, I do not think I am pretty, and I wonder what you would have done if I were an ugly creature" Michael smiled as Limbaugh put his saucer of pie in front of him, then looked back at Aurora, "I would treat you the same way that I am now, since of course I am not the handsomest man around either." He enjoyed the pie as he sipped on his wine between bites. When he finished he looked over at Aurora, "I'll show you a wonderful sunset from the upstairs balcony when you are done with your pie." He put his napkin and fork on the empty saucer and finished his wine as he waited for Aurora. "Oh but you are handsome" she smiled a little as she enjoyed her pie and her wine. Unlike Michael however she could not eat it all. She ate a little less than half. "Everything was very good, but I am afraid I am full. We can go see the sunset know if you would like?" she smiled and raised from her seat. Michael smiled, "I am glad you liked the meal," as he took her plate and finished off the rest of her pie. "Limbaugh is such a good cook, I don't like to see things go to waste." He got up and extended his left arm to Aurora and escorted her upstairs to the balcony that was facing to the west. He pointed to the sunset, and then out into the valley. "This land was a grant to me for one of my many jobs as a mercenary. Tomorrow we will go horseback riding, and I will show you more of the area. I hope you brought riding clothes, if not that will be taken care of." He glanced over at her and smiled softly as he then watched the sunset. Aurora smiled as he took her plate and finished her pie. "Yes Limbaugh is a very good cook" she then walked with him up to the balcony, they view was breathtaking which was enhanced by the setting sun. "OH Michael it is so beautiful here. I can not wait to see your land on horse back" she seemed so excited. "It is much nicer here then in the busy towns and cities." Michael watched her expression as she looked out over the balcony, "That is one of the big reasons I like it, it is not as frantic as the busy towns and cities. It is a slower pace here, and quieter." He leaned on the rail of the balcony as he looked down into the courtyard as well as out at the setting sun. "Limbaugh has put you in the room next to mine, with a door that adjoins both rooms. I hope it is to your satisfaction, and that you truly will enjoy your stay here." After the sun set over the western ridges, Michael extended his left arm, for Aurora, to escort her back into the house. "I can not see any reason why I would not like it here. Your is truly lovely, and the location is a nice break from the busy world which I normally live" she smiled as she once again took his arm. He was very much a gentleman, once again putting the rumors she heard about him to rest. "I hope I am not much trouble however while I am here" "You will not be any trouble at all, Aurora, that I promise. You will be a welcome addition for Limbaugh and I. He would not look as beautiful as you do if dressed up like a girl," he winked and then opened the door to her room. "This will be your room, I wanted you to see it before we retired for the evening." He stood in the doorway, "What did you hear about me prior to your coming here, either from your father or others?" A bit later, he was down in the living room, picked up a handmade mandolin, and sat in one of the leather handcrafted chairs near the fireplace. He started to play a tune on the mandolin as he used the light of the fire to see. She was glad to hear she would not be any trouble still she felt like she was imposing. After all he did have a life set here, and she did not want to stir that up. As he showed her her room she looked on in aw. "Oh this wonderful, thank you" she smiled at him, but she froze when he asked what she had heard about him, she did not know how to answer. "Oh a little bit of this, and a little bit of that, nothing noteworthy." she tried to play it off. "Well I hope whatever it was, that it is proven wrong during your visit here." He finished playing the tune on the mandolin, and put the musical instrument up. Sleep as long as you wish, Aurora, I am usually up early and about the estate. When you get up, and are dressed, we can then go horseback riding or whatever you desire." He then extended his arm to her, "Hope you sleep well, my room is next door should you require anything." "Whatever I was told has already been this proven" she smiled warmly "I hope to a wake early as well, I can not wait to see your land, it all looks so beautiful from here and I can not wait to see it up close" She then moved closer and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you once again for allowing me to stay" Michael smiled back as she kissed him on the cheek, "It is my pleasure, Aurora, I am glad you came to the estate." He walked her upstairs to her room, and then turned towards her outside the door. His hands went around her waist and intersected at the small of her back, "May you sleep well and have many pleasant dreams until the morrow." He then kissed her lips softly, "Good night Aurora," and then he walked a short distance down the hall to the door of his room, waved and smiled as he opened the door and went into his room. He got ready for bed as he glanced at the adjoining door to their rooms. Furthermore, he had unlocked the door earlier in the day. Furthermore, he then slid into the hand made bed, and got comfortable. Furthermore, he then drifted off to sleep as he laid on his back and thought about tomorrow. Aurora walked with him to her room, she was almost shocked when she felt his arms slip around her waist and then suddenly his lips were against her. She froze there a moment and all to soon he let her go and turned to his room. She stood there staring at moment as she watched him disappear into his room. Her heart beat in her chest as she closed the door. Was this her old childhood crush rising again to the surface or something different something more. She quickly changed and collapsed on the bed. She just laid looking out the window, her mind racing causing her to take a long time to fall a sleep. Michael awoke at his usual time in the morning, hearing the birds chirp outside in the trees. He got dressed, and walked out of his room, and onto the balcony to watch the sunrise. The estate grounds were quiet, though Limbaugh was already coming over to the main house from his small cottage near the main building. He waved at Michael as he entered the kitchen door. Soon the smell of fresh hickory was making its way through the house. Michael went downstairs, and got himself a cup of coffee, as he looked at Limbaugh, "I'll be in the stable saddling my horse and one for Aurora when she awakens." Limbaugh nodded as he watched Michael leave the house and walk across the grounds to the stables. Aurora slept a little later than she planned, but that was because she was awake for half the night thinking about Michael. When she finally did awake she looked tired, but she quickly tried to remedy that with a little bit of make up and doing her hair nicely. She put on her ridding clothes that we simple but flattered her figure, she went stairs and saw Limbaugh. "Good morning Limbaugh, I hope you had a good night" Limbaugh smiled as he saw Aurora, "Good morning, I had a good night's sleep, hope you did as well. Coffee is brewed, or I can make you some tea if you wish. Breakfast will be ready soon, Michael is out in the stables getting the horses saddled and ready." He then turned and continued to prepare breakfast for them. The sun was up over the eastern ridges by now, and Michael led their horses out of the stable, by their reins, and then tied them to a hitching post outside. He then came back into the house, via the kitchen door, and smelled the food Limbaugh was making. He then saw Aurora and admired her riding clothes. "I could get used to seeing you in those clothes a lot," he smiled as he walked over to her, "After breakfast we will go riding." "Thank you Limbaugh coffee is perfect. And I did sleep well" she smiled at him and got herself a cup of coffee slipping it slow. She looked up suddenly when she heard the kitchen door open she smiled again as she saw Michael enter. "Good morning" she said but then blushed as he commented on her ridding clothes. "Oh I can not wait to go ridding" Michael smiled when he heard of her wanting to go riding. "I apologize for making you blush, if I remember right, you always blushed quite easily." He sat down at the kitchen table as Limbaugh put their breakfast food on the table. As much as Michael loved the large dining room table, he also enjoyed just having his meal in the kitchen as well. He sipped on his coffee and enjoyed each bite of the bacon and eggs that Limbaugh had prepared. "Anything you need in the village," he asked Limbaugh, who handed him a list he prepared. Michael nodded and put the list in the pocket of his vest. When he finished his coffee, he got up and looked at Limbaugh, "Aurora and I will be riding, and we will swing by the village to get your things. We should be home in time for lunch." He then nodded to Aurora and held the kitchen door open for her. She shook her head a little as she sat down at the table as well. She sipped her coffee her eyes barely left Michael, maybe for a moment when Limbaugh brought over their plate she looked at him and said thank you. As they each finished their meal Aurora picked up their plates and brought them Limbaugh "thank you for breakfast. She then turned to the door and went outside waiting for Michael. Limbaugh took the empty plates, "Thank you so much Aurora, you have a great ride with Michael." He then went about cleaning up from breakfast. Michael handed the reins of her horse to her, and then mounted his horse. He waited for Aurora, and then turned his horse towards the gate that led out of the estate grounds. He trotted out of the gate, and then headed down the road a bit before turning onto a side trail that circled the estate. Furthermore, he rode at a walk, so Aurora could take in the beauty of the land. Furthermore, he was heading for a waterfall that was at the foot of one of the hills that was on his land. Aurora took the reins and mounted her horse. She rode along with Michael taking in the beauty of his land. She never dreamed any place could look as wonderful as this. Furthermore, she smiled at Michael "Your home is truly wonderful, to have all this beauty surrounding you every day, it's almost like a dream" Michael smiled at Aurora as they kept riding. The trail grew winding and steeper as he led her into the mountains. Finally, he reined up his horse, and looked at her, "This, I think is the most beautiful place," he pointed to the waterfall, and the stream that flowed from the falls. A grassy promontory jutted out near the stream. Michael eased his horse down to the falls, dismounted, and let his horse graze on the plentiful grass. He then waited for Aurora and then walked down to the grassy promontory and sat down on a log. Aurora looked on in awe at the waterfall. It clears crisp water sparkled in the sunlight as it feel to the pool below. She dismounted her horse and let graze with the other. She then sat down on the log next to Michael on the log. "You are right Michael this is the most beautiful place. You must really enjoy come out here to enjoy this site" "That I do Aurora, but now is the first time it's been graced with your beauty." His left arm went around her, and cuddled her close to him. His right hand stroked her hair softly, as his hazel eyes looked deep into hers. He moved closer, and his lips touched hers, then he kissed her again softly. He smiled, "I have waited to do that for a long time." Aurora blushed when he said she was beautiful. Then just as suddenly as last night his arm slipped around her, she was closer to him now, and then his lips were upon hers. She gave into the kiss once again kissing him back. When he broke the kiss she looked at him. She smiled a little "I have hoped you would do that for a long time" Michael smiled, "Then I will have to do it more often," and then kissed her again, this time deeper. He cradled her in his arms and slid onto the grass near the log. His arms remained around her, and his kiss was deeper. His tongue found hers, and they danced together in their mouths. The birds chirping and the roar of the falls the only noises that were around them. Aurora smiled as returned his kiss, enjoying every moment of this. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him back just as deeply. She slowly broke the kiss "Michael, I remember at one time you made it very clear that you wanted nothing to do with women. That you would love nothing more than serve your duties as a night and then retire and die as a hermit" Michael enjoyed the deep kiss with Aurora and felt her arms wrapped around her neck as he was partly on top of her. He felt her break the kiss, and then nodded after she made her statement, "You are truly right Aurora, at one time that was quite my intention." He sighed softly, as he laid fully on his right side, and cuddled her close with his left arm. His left hand moved over her riding shirt, slipped inside and felt her belly button, a deep inn the size of a gold coin, in a vertical oval. He massaged it softly, and felt it stretch more as her stomach moved with each of her breaths. "I was driven from knighthood in disgrace by treachery, and only by the money I had saved from payments for service was I able to have this estate. I have found that when you are alone, you can think, and time heals wounds. I want to have everything to do with you Aurora, and the words I speak are truth." Aurora looked softly at him as he spoke. "I am sorry you had to endure such time a lone, however I am glad to hear that you no longer wish to be alone, I have wanted to be with you for a long time" she bit her lip and smiled a little "It's funny to think however, my father sent me to stay with because of the fact you did not wish to be married, you see I turned down two arranged marriages because I did not love the gentlemen, my father thought it would be good to send me away to think about what my future would hold if I never married" Michael listened to her as he cuddled her close to him, his left arm around her, and left hand still inside the unbuttoned part of her riding shirt where her belly button would be located. "I have never shared my change of feelings with anyone, except Limbaugh. I could only imagine the two gentlemen that Cedric tried to set you up with. Since you are here to think, I hope that you will think about the possibility of us being married. If you decide not to, it will not hurt me. " He smiled as he heard she wanted to be with him for a long time. "I know a priest nearby, Father Martin, who would marry us anytime we wished." Aurora placed her hand on his cheek. The smile was huge on her face, "I would love nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you in this place, I would love to be your wife, however I had only just arrived, do you think you could spend the rest of your life married to me? What if I am not everything you remember me to be?" Michael listened to her and felt her hand on his cheek, as well as his eyes gazed at her smile, "My dearest Aurora I am not saying to get married today. Let us spend some wonderful time together, not hold anything back, and just see how our hearts feel about this. I will not be angry or hurt if you decide not to marry me. But I believe we will come closer together as you stay here with me." Aurora smiled as he spoke. "Alright I think that is wonderful idea, I guess time will tell." she kissed his lips softly and then pulled away slowly looking into his eyes He smiled as he looked back at her, then extended his hand to help her off the grass, as he had already got up. "Guess we should continue our tour of the estate, and then go to the village to show you the winery as well as get Limbaugh the things he requested." He held the reins of her horse for her after he had mounted the brown chestnut. Then he rode back the trail away from the falls, and turned onto the trail that led up over the mountain and down towards the village. The top of the mountain provided a great view of the whole valley. Aurora rose from the ground and then brushed her clothes before mounting her horse and rode along with him. She looked around as they rode, but looked on in aw as thy came to the top of the mountain and looked at the view. "Michael I just might end up marring you for your land" she teased him a little "it is truly beautiful" Michael smiled, as he watched her survey the valley, "This land would be yours and all that went along with it. Even Limbaugh would continue to serve you, he has been quite loyal to me, and I can tell he is happy that you are here." He pointed to the building that was the winery, located outside the village. "There's where we are going next," as he moved his horse along the trail that went down the mountain, and connected with the main road that made its way through the valley. There were two wagons being loaded with wine, both were orders for places outside the valley. "Well perhaps I can help Limbaugh with the cooking and sort" she smiled as she followed him down the trail to the winery and village. "I have never seen a winery this large. I guess being in a valley must be great for growing grapes to be able to produce so much wine" she as they drew closer to the winery "This was a natural place to have a winery, grapes do quite well in this climate," he nodded as he pointed to the huge fields of grapes near the winery. We also have a field out at the estate, but the others are here." He rode by the two wagons being loaded with crates of wine that were ordered by their owners. He walked his horse towards the village, "I am sure Limbaugh would love you to help him around the house," he smiled, though you are our guest and don't have to do that. But I will leave that up to you." " I would certainly love helping, after all you were kind enough to allow me to stay with you, I have to-do something in return" she looked around the village it seemed so nice, she did not expect to find such a place in the mountains like this. "This is such nice little village you must enjoy coming here" Michael nodded, "Yes I do, the people are quite friendly, and they do appreciate the jobs the winery provides." He reined up his horse, and dismounted, tied the reins to a hitching post. He got out the list of items that Limbaugh needed, and gave part of the list to Aurora along with a small pouch of coin. "That list is at the spice shop down the street. I will get the things he needs from the general mercantile. We'll meet back here." He then kissed her lips softly, and headed in the direction of the general mercantile. Aurora dismounted her horse and took the piece of paper. She nervously bit her lip as she wondered to find the shop. She looked around as she walked it was a very nice village, and she could see herself visiting often with Michael. Furthermore, she finally found the shop and went inside to purchase the spices need The owner of the spice shop, a short stature man named Ives, heard the bell ring over the door when Aurora walked in. He wore a pair of brown leather pants, and a white shirt partially covered by an open matching brown vest. He smiled when he saw her walk in, "Welcome, what can I get you. I have not seen you before, so if you need any assistance, please ask." He then took the list of spices, and started to find them for her. Aurora looked up as she heard the men voice. She smiled kindly at him, "oh, thank you for the help, I am here visiting a friend he owns an estate just over the mountains" she did not know how many people knew Michael so she kept it general. Ives nodded and went about the shop, gathering the spices on the list for her. He would glance at her discreetly from time to time, as he made his way about the front part of the shop, and then to the back area, that was divided by a beaded curtain. He finished getting the spices, put them in a pouch and then totaled up the bill for her. Behind the curtain a second set of eyes watched Aurora from out of sight, while Ives waited on her behind the counter. Aurora was very relieved when Ives to the listed and found the spices she needed. Although the shop was not that large she would still need some time to find all she needed. She looked around the shop a little as Ives went to the back. As he returned she walked up to the counter and paid him. "Thank you for all your help today." she smiled warmly and then let his shop returning to the hitching post Ives watched Aurora leave the shop, and the mysterious stranger appeared from the beaded curtain. He stood behind the counter with Ives, and then handed him some coin, "Many thanks shopkeeper, I have found the daughter of Cedric." Michael then came back from the general mercantile and strung the leather bag on the saddle horn of his horse. He saw Aurora, "I see you got the spices Limbaugh wanted, we'll be off unless you want to look around some more." Aurora smiled as she saw Michael appear. She held up the bag of spices. "Yes I did, the shopkeeper was most helpful, I think I got everything thanks to him" she looked around a little and shook her head "I am all set if you are ready to return HOM" Michael nodded as he mounted his horse, "Yes, I am ready," as he waited for Aurora and looked around the village's main street. The mysterious stranger watched him and Aurora from the alley along the spice shop, staying out of sight. He then nudged his horse into a walk as he rode out of the village in the direction of the estate. Aurora climbed up on her horse and followed him from the village to the house."it's such a nice little village. And the people seem to be nice and helpful. You must enjoy living close by?" Michael left the village via the main road, and went past the winery slowly as he saw that one of the wagons had pulled out and the other still was being loaded. About halfway back to the house, he stopped to let his horse water in a stream that crossed the road. He looked over at Aurora, "It is a nice place, the village. Some of the people moved here for the tranquility, others had left bad times and came here for a new start. It is nice to live close by." After he let the horse water, he nudged him out of the stream and continued towards the estate, at a leisurely pace. She noticed the change in the wagons at the winery. The winery most do great business if they had wagons that keep pulling up. She let her horse drink before continued on back to the estate, once they arrived back home she dismounted her horse. "Did you need help putting the horses away" Michael dismounted and took Aurora's horse's reins, "I can put them away, I'll let you break the news to Limbaugh of your desire to help him in the kitchen. He will love that very much." He handed her the pouch with the other supplies in it, he wanted, as he noticed her already toting the pouch with the spices. Furthermore, he leaned over and kissed her lips softly, his left hand moved around her back to bring her close to him as he noticed her riding shirt rode up slightly. "I'll see you in a bit," he smiled, and then led the horses across the courtyard and into the stable. Aurora smiled as he instructed her to go inside to tell Limbaugh, she was leaving when she suddenly felt his lip against hers she kissed him back, and didn't want the kiss to end. When it did, she stood a moment before turning again and going into the kitchen. "Hello Limbaugh I have the items you requested" Limbaugh smiled as he heard Aurora's voice, and turned from the cutting board where he was dicing up some onions to put into a stew he was mixing. "Ah you came at the right time, Miss Aurora, I require some of those spices for the meal I am preparing for you and Michael." He sat down the knife on the cutting board, added the onions to the stew pot, and then wiped off his hands to unpack the supplies that Michael and Aurora had brought. "Where is Michael, a man stopped by while you were gone, inquired about you and Michael. I sent him away, he kind of gave me the creeps." Aurora handed the bag to Limbaugh, "the stew smells wonderful already I can not imagine what else you can do to make it any better" she looked over what he was doing "Michael is putting the horse away, I came in here to see if you needed help. I wonder who could have come here looking for us, that is rather odd" Limbaugh nodded as took the bag from her, "Why thank you, Miss Aurora, that is a very high compliment. As far as help, you can be about getting the table set as well as putting away the supplies in the walk in pantry," as he pointed to the door, "for now that will be a great help. Have you any experience cooking, perhaps you can help out there in the future." He nodded when she said that Michael was at the stable. "He was at the gate and inquired of the guard, and then by the time I went out, he was gone." Aurora nodded and began to put the items away as he asked." I do know how to cook, so I can help you when needed, or if you want a day off I can manage feeding Michael so he won't starve"she giggled a bit. "I wonder what the man could have wanted no one knows I am here aside from my father" Limbaugh's eyes brightened when he heard Aurora say she could cook, "That would be quite marvelous, for you to help cook. I've been dying to have a day off to go fishing, so you are definitely a Godsend," he smiled as he watched her put the items away. He enjoyed her giggling, and then rubbed his chin when she talked about the mysterious man. "Hamm...are you sure nobody followed you here or that there may be a spy in your father's house." As they talked, Michael came in through the kitchen door, "So Limbaugh, I hope you can put Miss Aurora to work, she wishes to help." Limbaugh nodded, "I shall sir, and she can cook, so I am going to plan on going fishing with Ives along the river, with your permission of course." Aurora smiled when he said he would love to go fishing. It made her feel good that she be of some use her. She had just finished putting the items away when Michael came into the house she smiled at him. "I would love to be able to cook for you Michael if Limbaugh could have a day off"she moved closer to Michael sweetly kissing him on the cheek. Michael kissed Aurora back on her cheek and then looked at Limbaugh, "Ah the charmer at work," he smiled, and then his hands intersected around Aurora at the small of her back as he looked into her eyes, "I would love to sample your cooking. Our friend has deserved a day off above and beyond, and he shall have it," he then kissed her lips softly, as he then looked at Limbaugh, "If Miss Aurora can handle two days, then you can take two days for your fishing. I hear the trout are biting well at the river." Aurora smiled as he kissed her cheek. She loves the feeling on his lips on her cheek, "I certainly can handle two days cooking for you Michael, that is if you can stand two days o only having a woman in the house"she teased him bit smiling the whole time. I definitely can stand two days of only having a woman in the house," he smiled as he looked at Aurora and then at Limbaugh. "I'll let you two get to cooking," he then kissed Aurora's lips softly. He then walked out of the kitchen and through the living room. He went into his study, a room filled with handcrafted furniture, and trophies of some of the kills he had made throughout his time at the estate. Aurora was glad to hear he could stand two days alone with her. She turned her attentions to helping Limbaugh. As she was helping him cut more vegetables she looked at Limbaugh "so while your gone, is there anything I need to about Michaels likes and dislikes?" she was tried to probe to get more information about Michael. Limbaugh pointed to the recipe book on the kitchen table, "Food wise, what Michael likes is in there. All the dishes I prepare from that book, Michael likes very much." He then continues to cut more vegetables as he looked at Aurora, "He would really be pleased if you let's say, let your hair down from the lady like stuff. He's been quite eccentric far as the female gender is concerned. The last time he had any desire was with a harem girl in Silesia, named Salome, who dressed quite scantily. Just telling you since you asked," Limbaugh shrugged his shoulders as he finished his cutting of the vegetables. "Once you finish, those should do it, and we can add them to the stew." Aurora looked as he pointed to the book, she knew she had to look that over later, and beta feel for what he liked. She listened as Limbaugh described what Michael liked in his women, and she looked down a bit. "I would much rather have my hair down then tied in a bun all the time, but I fear Michael would prefer a more exotic beauty over some like me" Limbaugh smiled, "Don't worry lass, believe it or not, he has talked about nothing more than your coming here." He patted her on her left shoulder with his right hand. "He has been counting the days since Cedric's message arrived that you were coming. So don't worry, he has nobody in his heart but you." Limbaugh then added the cut vegetables to the stew pot, and started to stir them in. The aroma of the stew filled the kitchen and drifted out into the rest of the house. Aurora smiled when Limbaugh stated Michael was waiting for her to arrive, and he had now else in her heart. "Thank you Limbaugh, if we are all set her I would like to go find Michael now."she left the kitchen and head towards the study, before she entered she took her hair down and adjusted her top so that the top of her breast showed the tops and then went into the study. "Hello" Michael was in the study going over some dispatches as well as business papers. "Hello," he looked up from behind the handmade oak desk," as he stood up and walked over to Aurora, "I assume that Limbaugh is caught up now with your help." He saw she had let her hair down and that the tops of her breasts showed from under her adjusted top. He smiled, as his hands moved on her shoulders, his eyes looked deep into hers, and he whispered, "You look beautiful," then his hands moved around her waist and up her back as he kissed her lips deeply. "Yes I think I know how to handle things now while he has gone"she smiled as Michael came over to her. She loved the feel over his hands on her. She blushed as he called her beautiful but then melted under her kiss. Furthermore, she kissed him back deeply, she couldn't help but imagine what his lips would feel like on her body Michael continued to kiss Aurora's lips deeply as his fingers moved up and down her back. He then broke the kiss when there was a clearing of the throat and slight knock at the study door. It was Limbaugh, and he smiled as he looked at Michael and Aurora, "I'll be off to go fishing unless you two have any other questions or requests." He winked at both of them and then left the study doorway. Soon he was out in the courtyard with his friend from the village, who had come to pick him up. They left in his friend's wagon pulled by two horses, and headed for the river to go fishing. Aurora was caught mid-kiss when Michael suddenly stopped. She turned her head to see Limbaugh standing in the doorway. Her cheeks instantly blushed and she looked away. Once a lone again Aurora looked to Michael her cheeks still a Rosa color Michael smiled, "Sorry about that interruption, Limbaugh's timing is not always impeccable...now.where were we," he then kissed her lips again, deeply again, where he left off. His hands found her curvy hips and squeezed them gently, as his eyes looked deep into hers. Aurora smiled a bit as he came closer. She kissed him back deeply, her arms coming to rest around her neck. Her fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck. She was so happy at that moment Michael enjoyed the feeling of her fingers playing with his hair at the nape of his neck. He continued to kiss her deeply as his tongue found hers and then danced together in their mouths. His hands moved from her curvy hips to the small of her back, and massaged her back softly. He felt her butt cheeks through the fabric of her clothing. This was the woman he so longed to be with, and was so happy that Cedric had allowed her to come to his estate. His eyes looked deep into hers, and then broke the kiss briefly, as he whispered, "Should we check the stew to make sure it is not burned ?" Aurora pressed her slender frame against him as the kissed. She loved the feeling of their body's being so close. She drew a deep breath when he broke the kiss and nodded her a head bit. "Yes you are right it probably needs to be stirred."she slowly moved away from almost tempting him not to let her go. She went to the kitchen finally and began to stir the stew. Michael watched her leave the study and then decided to follow her to the kitchen. He could smell the aroma of the stew as he approached the kitchen. He walked into the kitchen and over to the iron pot. Furthermore, he came up behind Aurora and his arms went around her waist. Furthermore, he looked over her left shoulder and kissed her neck softly on both sides. Aurora into the kitchen and gave the strew a stir. It was coming along nicely however would need some more time. She turned down the heat so they would not have to worry about burning. She suddenly felt her arms around her and his lips on her neck. Furthermore, she stopped what she was doing and closed her eyes enjoying the feeling so much Michael's hands intersected over her belly. He had watched her turn down the heat, so the stew would be simmering. He whispered softly, in her left ear, "I hope I am not disturbing your cooking," and then kissed her neck softly on the left side. His right hand felt her belly button through the fabric of her top, as Michael leaned Aurora back against him. He was enjoying the time with her, something he had looked forward to for quite a long time. "Never"she said with a cute smile on her lips as he asked her if he was interrupting her. She set the spoon down and just leaned back against him. Her head on his shoulder her butt was against his groin. She savored THS moment Michael smiled as he felt her butt against his groin. His manhood was already starting to get aroused, with her tight up against him. His right hand slid inside her blouse and his right index finger started to move around her belly button, drawing circles around it counterclockwise. "I'm glad of that, he whispered," as he also savored the time with Aurora, even more now that Limbaugh was not there. Aurora leaned against him a little more to be able to reach his neck and gave him soft kisses on his neck. She smiled a little as she kissed him. "The stew has to simmer for a while if you want go relax a bit before dinner" Michael hummed softly as he felt Aurora's soft kisses on his neck. He felt her blouse ride up as she reached his neck. "That sounds like a very nice idea," and then he cradled her in his arms. He carried her out of the kitchen and kissed her lips deeply as he walked towards the master bedroom. He laid her on the bed, and slid up on the bed beside her. His hazel eyes looked deep into her eyes as his right hand slowly unbuttoned her blouse. His lips met hers again as he kissed her. Aurora smiled as he picked her up in his arms. She had no idea what hooks planning, but she trusted him. She kissed him as he kissed her until she felt the softness of The bed on her back. She looked him biting her lip a little she looked nervous as had never had a man see her before. Michael got her blouse fully unbuttoned, and admired her belly button fully exposed, a deep inn, the depth up to the second set of knuckles on his right middle finger, a normal oval that stretched into a vertical oval when she breathed. Her belly moved up and down as she showed her nervousness. Michael's right hand stroked her hair softly as his hazel eyes looked deep into hers, "Don't be afraid Aurora, I will go as slow or fast as you wish, and have no intention to hurt you or force you into something you don't want to do." He then kissed her lips softly, and laid on his back beside her. His left arm went around her to cuddle her close to him, his left hand laid over her bellybutton. Aurora swore she could feel his looking at her exposed flesh. She had never been so exposed in her life. She looked into his as he spoke "I am not afraid you will hurt me physically, I am afraid I won't be any good for you, and you will toss me aside afterward" she looked down, she was so afraid of giving him her virginity, and he would reject her Michael listened to her as he looked into her eyes and cuddled her her close to him. "I have waited a lifetime for this, Aurora, and I know you will be good for me. You may think that after this long I may not be good to you, yet the only way to know is to open our hearts and find out." With that he kissed her lips deeply, the kiss caused passion and desire to move throughout his body. His words were reassuring to her that he did truly want this not just from lust either. She kissed him back deeply and passionately enjoying every moment. She slowly broke the kiss her purple eyes locked on his. "Michael, I think I have loved you all my life, I think that is why no suitor my father has found is the right man for me, because you are the right man for me" He kissed her back deeply and more passionately as his desire and love for her flowed through his body. His hazel eyes met her purple eyes, as she broke their kiss, and he listened intently to her words. "I have loved you all my life as well, my darling Aurora, so I would never toss you aside for anyone else." His hands stroked her hair softly as he then started to kiss her lips again. She smiled again when he said he loved her all of his life as well, she couldn't have been happier at that moment now in the arms of the man she had loved for so long. She kissed him back lovingly her hands rested on his sides. Michael just held her close, his right index finger drew circles softly around her belly button. He was happy to have Aurora in his arms. He had no other person on his mind as he was away from Cedric's kingdom, then to finally be together, forever, with Aurora. Furthermore, he cuddled her close as if he was protecting her, and the smell of the simmering stew made its way through the house and to the bedroom. Furthermore, he looked into her eyes and then began to kiss her lips again, deeply. Part of her still thought this was all just a dream, that suddenly she would wake, and he would not be there. She snuggled close to him not wanting to let go of him ever. Her mouth found his again as they began to kiss once more It was not a dream, Michael had waited so long for her that he was not going to let her go, never let her get away from him again. He kissed her lips deeply as his hands fondled her breasts and nipples, his hands enjoyed the feel of her soft skin and her firm nipples through the fabric of the pad that was over her breasts. He could feel her belly button stretch when she breathed, and their tongues danced with each other in their mouths. His free hand continued to stroke her hair softly as he kissed her deeply. She had longed for this moment, more than she ever knew or could explain. She felt his hand touch her breast no man had ever done that before so she gasped slightly inhaling a deep breath forcing her breast against his hand. Furthermore, she kissed him back with passion Michael slid the pad off her breasts that covered them, and now had a clear view of her areolas and nipples, as well as her cleavage. He continued to fondle her breasts and nipples, as he kissed her back passionately. His body was enjoying all this time with Aurora, his manhood started to become aroused, as well as passion and desire moved throughout his body. His free hand continued to stroke her hair as he kissed her passionately Suddenly she was incomplete exposed to him. She took a deep breath as she as his bare hands now touched her bare breast. Her nipple grew hard against the palm of his hand. She kissed him as she did she moved closer to him wanting to be as near as possible to him. His lips touched hers as he felt her tight against him on the bed. He felt her firm nipples as his lips met hers, kissing her deeply and with passion. Passion and desire moved through his body as he enjoyed this private time with her. His hands stroked her hair as he rolled over on his back, and let Aurora on top of him as he looked up deep into her eyes. Aurora eyes opened as she was rolled on top of him. She smiled a little as she looked down her eye locked on his. Her long raven hair fell forward almost covering them like a veil. She was straddling his waist, and could now feel his aroused manhood touching her womanhood through their clothes. Michael smiled up at her as he used his hands to move her raven hair side to side. He then moved her hands on him as a signal to undress him as he saw her straddling his waist. He looked up at her, "We can go far as you wish Aurora, I will not be angry if you wish to go no further this time. His hands fondled her breasts and nipples, her belly button fully exposed and in a horizontal oval from straddling his waist. Her blouse unbuttoned and aside showing her breasts nipples, and belly button fully. Aurora looked at him for a moment, her fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, some popping open. She drew a deep breath and then smelled dinner, "I want you to make me yours Michael, but dinner will be ready soon" she bit her lip a little not sure how he would take that Michael nodded, "I smell dinner, and I wish to taste the stew you helped Limbaugh make. We can continue later," he smiled and then kissed her lips softly. He then rolled her onto her back, then licked her belly button with his tongue. He enjoyed the taste of the sweat in her deep inn as well as her skin. "Let's go eat," he stood up, and left the buttons unbuttoned, his hairy chest showed from under his unbuttoned shirt. He then extended his hand to Aurora. Aurora sat up slowly, and she buttons her blouse, although she did not put her padding back on, and she left the top two buttons open, so the tops of her breasts were showing. She then took his hand and went to the kitchen. She got two bowls and some bread and filled the bowls with the hearty stew she smiled at Michael. "I hope you like it" Michael watched her sit up and button her blouse. He enjoyed the view of the tops of her breasts showing from the two open-top buttons. He then walked with her to the kitchen, sat down at the kitchen table and watched her get their meal. Furthermore, he sniffed in the aroma of the stew and looked at her, "I am quite sure that I will like it. Furthermore, he started to eat his stew, between bites of the bread, and hummed in agreement with the great taste, "mummy....MMM...MMM, this is delicious," he smiled over at Aurora as he paused from eating. Aurora smiled a little as he seemed to really enjoy it. She took a seat across from him and began to eat. The events from earlier in the day seem to play in her mind and she smiled about that as well. "There is more stew if you are still hungry" Michael watched Aurora sit down as he continued to eat his stew and sip on his wine in between bites. "Thank you, I'll have a second helping, but I am patiently waiting to get back to what we were doing before we came to eat," he smiled as his words discreetly suggested that it was going to be the dessert after they finished their meal. He leaned back after his second helping of stew, and patted his belly, "Now that was quite good," as he pushed the empty bowl back from him. Aurora smiled a little as she got him seconds of the stew and sat back down. She finished her bowl and then cleaned up the dishes. "I am glad you liked it, I will have to make it again." she then began to wash the bowls feeling it would be rude to just leave them in then sink Michael nodded in agreement. He liked the stew very much, and he looked forward to her making it again. He got up from the table and stood behind her as she washed the bowls, his hands intersected around her waist, and over her belly button. When she finished washing the bowls, he found a towel nearby and started to dry the bowls. He finished and then returned to the position behind her, whispered in her left ear, "Now where were we," then kissed her neck softly and nibbled on her left earlobe. She smiled as she felt his hands for around her waist as she washed the bowls. "Thank you for drying those" she said as she was finishing cleaning. She then once again felt his arms around her and his lips on her and ear lobe she giggled a bit Michael smiled as he enjoyed her giggle. He then swooped her into his arms and cradled her as he looked deep into her eyes. He carried her upstairs and onto the balcony to watch the sunset together. Furthermore, he let her down and then cuddled her back against him as his hands wrapped around her waist and intersected over her belly and belly button. Aurora smiled when she was suddenly scooped up into his arms. Her hands went around his neck as he carried her upstairs. She thought for sure they would be back in the bedroom but smiled when he took her out to the balcony to watch the sun set. She stood there pressed tight against him just enjoying this moment. As they watched the sunset, Michael unbuttoned her riding blouse and his hand felt her belly button fully exposed from under her open blouse. He felt it stretch into a vertical oval every time she breathed. He whispered in her ear, "I want you, always, I say that from my heart," he then kissed her ear as he held her close to him. Once the sun was just below the west ridge, he scooped her up again in his arms, closed the balcony door on the way back inside and proceeded to the bedroom with her cradled in his arms. Aurora remained pressed against him as he unbuttons her shirt. She did not seem to flinch, and she smiled as he spoke. "I want to be yours always" she smiled a bit and then when he picked her up she knew this time they were going to the bedroom. Michael laid her on the bed, on her back as he removed her shirt from her arms. He then slid her riding boots and pants off, and saw a thong like set of undergarments barely covered her crotch. He then moved her hands to his tunic, yearning for her to undress him, after he had kicked off his boots and heard them thump on the floor at the foot end of the large bed. Aurora bit her lip as he began to undress her, no man had ever seen her before, and now she was exposed to him. As he moved her hand to his shirt her hand trembled slightly she was a young and innocent girl who had never done this. But slowly she pulled his shift off. Michael admired the beauty he saw that was now exposed from the lack of her clothing. He held her hands gently with his and whispered, "Don't be troubled Aurora, you are doing quite fine, it is time to lose your innocence to the one who you want." He felt her pull his shirt off, his hairy chest now exposed and his body a small map of scars he had from battles and brushes with animals. His hands stroked her hair as he looked down at her and then his lips met hers as he kissed her lips, softly at first, but then with passion and desire. Aurora loved how gentle he was with her as if he understood her nervousness. She kissed him passionately. "I know I have asked you before, but I want to make sure, am I really who you want" she knew if she gave him her innocent any hopes to find a husband if he did not truly love her would be hopless Michael kissed her back passionately, then paused as he listened to her. "I am sure in my heart, that you are the one I want. I will never turn you away from me, ever," his eyes spoke his heart and honesty as he looked deep into her eyes. He drew her close to him as his hands squeezed her butt cheeks, and his lips rejoined hers as he began to kiss her again, passionately, as passion and desire moved through his body. Aurora breathed a sigh of relief to her those words come from him. She was certain that it was true. "I love you so very much" she said and then kissed him back passionately. Her kiss was filled with the love she had for him. Michael kissed her back passionately, as he felt the love she had for him in their kiss. As he kissed her, he used his right hand to guide his manhood inside her. He started to slowly thrust inside her love canal, the thrusts got deeper and faster gradually. He clasped his hands in his, over her head as he continued to kiss her with passion, his breathing and heartbeat increased with the intensity of the thrusts. Aurora gasped as she felt him enter her. He felt so huge inside her. Suddenly there came a sharp pain as he claimed her innocents as his own. She tried not to focus that however she tried to focus her mind on their kiss and how much she loved him. Soon it started to feel more comfortable. Michael started to thrust deeper and faster inside her. His manhood probed for her sensitive spots, and his breathing and heartbeat increased with the intensity of the thrusts. His hands clasped hers over her head, as he felt her belly button stretch into a vertical oval under his body. He continued to kiss her deeply, and eventually his thrusts reached climax. He then released his love juices inside her. It was starting to feel more pleasurable for her, and her hips began to meet his thrusts. She moaned his name softly while they kissed and then suddenly as she felt him release inside her, she too was swiped away but a climax. Her breathing was harsh a raged as she came down from her release. Michael's breathing was also ragged, and his heartbeat nearly pacing. He looked down at her and kissed her lips deeply, then rolled off her and cuddled her close to him. His left arm went around her and his left hand was over her belly button. He felt it stretch as she breathed. Michael's breathing and heartbeat gradually returned to normal as he enjoyed the time he cuddled her close to him. Aurora snuggled up against him as she came down from her first orgasm. She felt so happy just being in his arms. "I love you so very much" she then kissed him gently. Michael's left arm cuddled her close him and his left hand started to massage her belly button gently. "I love you so much too," he whispered and then nibbled on her left earlobe. His right hand stroked her hair softly as he enjoyed the touch of her body tight against his in the large bed. The sheets and covers barely covered their crotches, her belly button stretched in a vertical oval as his left hand played with it gently. "Soon....my lover, what are we doing tomorrow?" he whispered as he laid comfortably on his back. "Whatever you desire to do. Well have the house to ourselves again tomorrow as Limbaugh will still be on his fishing trip" she looked up at him now "what are you going to tell Limbaugh, or anyone for that matter, I am mean we certainly not married, I just don't anyone thinking less of you" "Yes we do," Michael smiled as he looked down at her, his left hand stroked her belly button softly. "Limbaugh is quite loyal to me, and he will not think less of me or you. All he wishes and cares for is my happiness." He paused and then rubbed his nose against hers, "We could get married tomorrow. There is a mission down the valley, and Father Martin would marry us at an instant. Then nobody could say anything." He paused again, and then kissed her lips softly, "Unless we go get married, we will spend tomorrow in just our loin cloths, and I will make you breakfast in bed, then we just lie here together and do to each other whatever we desire." She giggled as he rubbed her nose with his. "We can do whatever you want tomorrow, we can get married of we can stay in bed, I will be happy just being with you," she then playfully kissed his neck he's kissing turned into biting and sucking when she pulled away there was a mark on his flash Michael smiled, "Then we will do both, get married and stay in bed," then felt her kissing his neck and felt her biting and sucking. He knew she had made her mark, and so he did the same with her. He then licked deep inside her belly button, and enjoyed its taste. "Tomorrow at this time you will be my wife," he whispered, and then kissed her lips again deeply. He cuddled her close to him and drifted off to sleep. Aurora fell a sleep with a smile on her face cuddled in the arms of the man she loved. Life for her could not get any better, she had everything she ever dreamed right there next to her. She slept peacefully and deeply all night. Michael drifted off to sleep as well, cuddled her close to him with his left arm, his left hand stayed over her belly and belly button. He awoke the next morning, to the sound of the birds chirping outside, and slipped out of bed gently, and quietly. He wanted to let her sleep. Furthermore, he got dressed as he looked down at her, and whispered, "I love you Aurora," then slipped quietly out of the room. Furthermore, he smelled the fresh brewed coffee that Limbaugh had already readied. Furthermore, he poured a mug of coffee and sipped on at as he looked at his friend. "Aurora and I are going to journey to the mission, to get married by Father Martin." He then continued to sip on his coffee as he looked outside. Aurora slept for a little while longer after Michael woke. She at first thought last was a dream, but then she noticed she was naked laying in his bed and she smiled. She rose from the bed collected her clothes and went to her bedroom to change. Once changed she wants downstairs to the kitchen where she saw Michael sipping coffee she playful took his cup from him giving him a passionate kiss before smiling and sipping his coffee "good morning" Michael had admired her curvy figure as he got dressed, particularly her deep inn belly button, the diameter of a gold sovereign and its depth up to the first set of knuckles on his right index finger. His right ring finger held a ring with the family crest embedded on it. He also admired her pebbled areolas and nipples as she slept. So he knew of her curvy figure under her clothes when she appeared in the kitchen. Wambaugh smiled, "Good morning Miss Aurora," and his right eyebrow raised but still smiled when she took the coffee cup from Michael. He smiled as she kissed him passionately, Michael himself was pleasantly surprised by her playfulness and passionate kiss, "Good morning Aurora," were his words as Limbaugh handed him another cup of coffee. "Share and share alike Sire," he smiled then looked at Aurora, "I heard the good news, I am happy for both of you. What would you like for breakfast?" Aurora was so excited to see Michael she missed Limbaugh standing there she smiled "good morning" she took a sip of coffee and they shrugged her shoulder "oh I don't care what we have for breakfast in fact I think I might be too happy to eat" she looked to Michael now lovingly she smiled at him Limbaugh nodded, "I see, well out of my kitchen you two, while I make up a frying pan full of potatoes, ham, green peppers, and onions cut in, all topped with yellow egg yolk..." He then started to get breakfast ready, cutting up the ingredients and also had made some homemade biscuits, which he kept as a surprise. Michael led the way out into the main room, and looked at Aurora, "I am glad to see you are so happy, my darling." He then kissed her lips softly, then sipped on his coffee. Aurora smiled "it's because of you I am so happy" she kissed him again. "I hope you are happy as well." She took another sip of her coffee, she was differently move a live today there was a new glow about her, and it was brought on by him Michael finished his coffee, and looked at Aurora, "Follow me," and then led her upstairs to the balcony that was above the main entrance to the house. "As far as you can see, that is Sherwood, and will be yours too after we get married," his hazel eyes looked into hers as his left arm was around her waist, his left hand over her belly and belly button. "The monastery is down the valley, that way," he pointed where Father Martin's monastery was located. "I am quite happy, my darling, and I love you very much." Aurora set cup down and followed him up the stairs to the balcony she smiled at the beautiful land that lay before them. She leaned against him taking it all in "it is wonderful, but even you were penniless and had nothing I would still be as happy as I am right now" Michael smiled, as he felt her lean against him, his left arm still around her waist, "I am glad you feel that way Aurora, for now you don't have to dress like you are at the royal court...it can be more like the country we live in. Though, of course, there will be times when the more formal, royal dress will be needed." He took in a breath of fresh air, and then heard Limbaugh calling, "Breakfast is served." He then looked at Aurora, "Shall we," and then he turned to go downstairs. The smell of the breakfast Limbaugh prepared for them already had escaped out onto the balcony and mixed with the fresh air. Aurora laughed a bit, "I wouldn't mind wearing simpler clothes the problem is I don't have any father made sure I would have enough fancy dresses, so I was always seen as a proper lady." She smelled the food as Limbaugh called, and it smelled wonderful she made her way back downstairs with Michael escorted her downstairs into the main dining room, on the way downstairs he looked at her, "That will change from this day," he then attended her chair and then sat down at his spot at the table. Limbaugh began serving them breakfast, and filled their coffee cups. "We'll be going into the village and then the monastery, Limbaugh," Michael looked at him. "To visit Father Martin, and also to obtain some simpler fashions for Aurora." Limbaugh smiled softly, "Indeed," and then disappeared into the kitchen. Michael looked at her, "Please inform Limbaugh of anything special you need for our getting married." Aurora took a seat in the chair and thanked him. She then thanked Limbaugh as he brought the food it smelled very good. "The only thing I need is you Michael nothing else matters." Michael looked over at her, "You're quite sure of no other preparations?" He sipped on his coffee in between bites of the food Limbaugh had prepared. He was pleasantly surprised, and did not pursue the matter further. Campaign came out to clear the table and looked at Michael, "The carriage is ready for you and Aurora," Michael nodded, "Very good, we'll depart after you're finished in the kitchen." Limbaugh was also his personal driver when he used the carriage, though most times Michael chose horseback. Air or shook here head she needed to prepare nothing else. She looked at him, "perhaps you can send word to my father letting him know we married, after all this was not what he had planned when he sent me to stay with you," Michael smiled slyly, "That I would love to do... I am sure your father least expected you to be married to me, especially since it has been so long since I have been in the presence of your father." Limbaugh came in the front door..." The carriage is ready," and then held the door for Michael. Once in the carriage, Limbaugh guided the carriage and horses out of the compound and down the rood to the valley. The pace was normal, and it gave time to view the countryside. Michael looked over at Aurora, "I have always wondered what made your father send you to me, pardon me if I should inquire. I am so happy that you are here, and I am not backing down on marrying you." He then sighed, "Is there something else going on with your father, that I do not know of. I always remembered your father not leaving you out of his sight." Aurora looked out the window of the carriage as they drove through the valley. She truly loved it, she never really did enjoy the noise and confusion of living near a large town. Her attention turned when Michael asked if there was something going on with her father. She bit her lip "come to think about I did hear him say it is safer if I left and the. When I do leave he did not send me with the normal driver and coach men instead 4 of guards brought me here" Michael listened to Aurora and nodded, "I did recognize your escort from my bedroom window when you arrived. They were members of the palace guard, definitely not the usual driver and coach escort that I knew from my days at the palace." He then stroked his chin and jaw, "Aurora is there anything you can remember before you left, that would have had your father send you out here. I hope that you were not promised to anyone else." He smiled and then watched as the carriage went through the village. "We will come back here to shop for you some clothes...the monastery is tucked away outside the village." Aurora thought a moment "my father had to request for my hand, but I turned them down I told my father I would only marry for love. But other than that I don't remember there being any sort of danger" "I am glad you turned them down, though maybe one of those hurt and jealous suitors could be causing problems for your father. Do you remember who they were?" The carriage slowed to a stop, and Michael looked out the window, "We are at the monastery." Limbaugh got off the driver's seat of the carriage and walked over to the gate at the stone wall around the monastery grounds. He rang the bell outside, and soon one of Father Martin's workers opened the gate. Limbaugh then drove the carriage into the main grounds while the worker shut the gate behind them. Aurora shrugged "no I did not even want to meet them," she looked out the window to see they had arrived. She drew a deep breath very shortly he was going to become her husband. Father Martin was about five feet five inches tall, and wore the traditional robes of a priest. A crucifix hung around his neck, and the small hat worn by priests covered the top of his head. His hair was brown, as well as his eyes. He greeted Limbaugh who then opened the carriage door. Michael got out and looked at Father Martin, "Remember you said when I found a bride you would marry me, I know that was long ago...but that time has come." The priest had befriended Michael when he first came to the valley, and had made him that promise. Michael extended his left hand to the carriage door." Father Martin, this is Aurora, and we would like to be married." Limbaugh looked at Father Martin, "No he is not drunk with the wine he makes, it is the truth." Aurora looked out the open door before stepping out the carriage with Michael's help. She thanked Michael she then turned and smiled at father Martin. "I hope we are not imposing by just showing up and requesting we be married." Father Martin smiled, "Not at all lass, I've been waiting for this for quite a while...for beauty to finally come to this beastly fellow, and make him happy." Limbaugh nodded, "Hear hear," and opened the door to the monastery sanctuary. Once inside and at the front of the chapel, Father Martin performed the ceremony. "And now in the presence of almighty God, I now pronounce you husband and wife, what God hath joined together, let no man put asunder." He then cleared his throat, "Alright you two, you may kiss," and Michael wasted no time in kissing Aurora's lips deeply. Father Martin nodded to Limbaugh, who returned with a jug of ale he had for 'special' occasions. He poured four glasses, and Father Martin raised his cup to toast the newlyweds. "To Michael and Aurora, may the valley always be as happy as they are." Aurora stood in front of the chapel next to Michael. Hey happiness almost overwhelmed her. She listens to words father Martin said and then repeated her vows as instructed. Then when Michael kissed her she kissed him back passionately. She took the ale from Limbaugh and toasted happy to be married Father Martin smiled at Michael and Aurora, "I am happy for the both of you, and may God richly bless your lives as you journey together." He slugged down the rest of the ale, "Now my lovely newlyweds, I must be about other business." Michael nodded, and give him a pouch of gold coin for the church. Father Martin thanked him, "Michael, I am running low of wine for the Lord's work." Limbaugh smirked, "Yes Father, I'll deliver you some." Michael looked at his new bride, "Time for us to spend some time shopping before he returns to our home. Then you can draft a message to your father, and one of my men will deliver it to the palace." Once in the carriage, Limbaugh headed it back towards the village. Aurora smiled as the two left and boarded the carriage once again. Once inside she kissed him deeply, passionately. "I love you so much Michael. It's a shame we lost so many years together however I know they years a head will be my happiest and well wroth the wait." He kissed her back, passionately as he brought her close to his side, his left arm around her, and his left hand over her belly. "Aye it is quite a shame, my darling, but it was worth the wait. I still remember you as a little girl, and you used to stick your tongue out a from time to time." He sighed in pleasure as he enjoyed her being close to him. "Now you can dress more for around Sherwood, though you look quite wonderful in the clothing you wore at the palace." Aurora laughed "I would never do such a thing as stick my tongue out at you, after all I was raised as a lady, you must be thinking of another little girl who later became your wife." She then playfully stuck her tongue out him. Michael laughed, scrunched his nose when he saw her stick her tongue out playfully. "Aye, she is the same girl, and I love her with all my heart and soul. He kissed her back deeply, then felt the closed in carriage come to a stop. Limbaugh opened the carriage door on the side facing the sidewalk of the village. "We're here in the village...with your permission, while you two go shopping, and the lot, I could take Father Martin that fresh supply of wine for the monastery and then return to take you both back home, with your shopping items of course." Michael glanced at Aurora, then back at Limbaugh, "Sounds good, make it happen my friend." As Limbaugh left to go to the winery, which was on the other side of the village, Michael attended to his new bride, and extended his left arm. "Let's go shopping my darling, whatever you wish, it shall be yours." Aurora smiled "what I wish for I have here on my arm, but I suppose I can find some other items with your help of course, I mean I have only worn fancier dress you must help me pick out a few simpler dresses." She leaned against him as they walked the village. "Oh I shall, my darling, as well as some riding pants and outfits too, for when we go riding." He smiled as he felt her leaning against him as he walked along the main street of the village. Michael greeted some who passed by them, as he always did when he was in the village. He went into a dress shop and told the proprietor of what they were looking for. The dressmaker took measurements for the riding outfits and then showed off the dresses already made that fit what Michael was looking for Aurora. Aurora followed him into the shop and allowed the owner to take measurements. She then looked over so e the dresses and pointed to the ones she liked looking to Michael to see if he approved and liked them as well. Michael nodded to Aurora in approval, and had the owner package them up. He paid the owner in gold coin for the dresses, the owner told him he would send word when the riding outfits were ready. Michael carried the packages out of the shop, the next stop was for riding boots for Aurora as well as matching shoes for the dress. Wambaugh arrived back and smiled, "Glad we brought the carriage, even a pack horse couldn't carry all this," then stored the packages on the carriage, before heading back up the valley to the residence. Aurora enjoyed shopping with him, he did care what she bought and made she was the right fit and quality. Once they finished she helped him put it all in the carriage and then climbed inside excited to go home and start her new married life with the man she loved. Two men stood by across the street from the shop where Limbaugh had stopped and had started to load the carriage. They were not from the village, and their clothing helped them blend in. Limbaugh started the carriage out of the village. The two men watched as the carriage disappeared. Once back at the compound, the gate was shut, and Limbaugh stopped the carriage in front of the house. "We're home," as he got down and started to unload the packages from the carriage. Michael got out of the carriage via the other door, and attended to Aurora. Aurora got out of the carriage and hugged Michael "thank you for the clothes, and thank you for making me the happiest woman in the world and marring me." She then kissed him and then went inside the house. Michael followed her into the house and shut the door behind him. He hugged her, and kissed her lips deeply. "You have made the happiest man in the world, my darling wife." Limbaugh cleared his throat as he stood at the kitchen door. "You two newlyweds go upstairs and do what newlyweds do...meanwhile I'm going to make you a nice wedding meal." He then moved his hands as if to shoo them upstairs. "Of you go," and then went into the kitchen. Aurora giggled and blushed a bit at the sound of Limbaugh voice. She sort of buried her head against Michael chest shyly once he was gone she looked at Michael. "So what do newly-weds do." Trying to stop her blushing. "I suppose we should find out," he felt her head buried against his chest. Limbaugh had already taken their packages upstairs. Michael swooped her up into his arms, and carried her upstairs to the master bedroom. He carried her through the door into their room, and used his right boot to kick it shut softly. He laid her gently on the bed, took off his boots, and then slid onto the bed beside her. Furthermore, he looked deep into her eyes as his hands stroked her hair softly. His lips then met hers as he started to kiss her, deeply at first, and then with passion as his tongue met hers. Aurora smiled as he scooped her up in his arms, her arms wrapped around his neck. She kissed him as he carried her upstairs. When he placed her on the bed she smiled and watched him take off his boots. She then kissed him as he kissed her. Her hand touched his cheek her thumb gently rubbing his cheek as they kissed Michael kissed her back, deeply as he felt her hand on his cheek. His right hand stroked her hair softly, while his left arm had moved her on top of him. He looked up at her, his eyes deeply focused into hers as he continued to kiss her. His fingers of his left hand moved up and down her back, as if walking, and his left hand then started to massage the small of her back through the fabric of her dress. Aurora smiled at him as he moved her on top of him. She the. Kissed him slowly pulling away she the. Kissed his neck and ear and around to his throat kissing her way down she was halted however by his shirt she carefully unbuttons two and kissed her way down his chest before kissing her way back up to his throat neck ear and lips He watched her unbutton his shirt, and felt her kissing his hairy chest. His breathing and heartbeat started to increase. He sighed softly in pleasure as she kissed his throat, neck, ear and then his lips. His hands found what was holding her dress on her body, and accenting her curves. He undid them and his hands started to slide her dress downwards after he paused from kissing her. Aurora broke the kiss as he began to undo her dress. It started to slide down her body however stopped at her waist because of the way she was siting. She kissed him again after the dress could go no further. Michael kissed her again after he dress stopped at her waist. He got a good look at her cleavage as well as her breasts and nipples. He laid her back on the bed, and slid the dress off her the rest of the way. His eyes gazed upon her curvy hips and saw the outline of her deep indie belly button under the fabric of her slip, her belly button in a vertical oval and the diameter of a gold piece. He took her hand and lifted her off the bed. He smiled at her, "Now my darling, Aurora, my loving wife, you may undress me." Michael knew she had already started unbuttoning his shirt and had gotten as far as his hairy chest. Aurora let him finish taking off her dress so she now was in her silk slip. She smiled as he stood her up and she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply. Her hands then moved to unbutton the rest of his shirt, but they were giving her some trouble. She bit her lip and pull the shirt over his head standing on her tip toes to do so, and then she tossed the shirt aside. He could tell the buttons on his shirt gave her some trouble, and looked down to see her standing on her tip toes. His hands moved over hers and helped her unbutton his shirt. He watched her toss his shirt aside, his hairy chest and belly now fully visible to her. He then moved her hands to his belt that held up his pants. Her hands worked slowly to undo his belt. Once the belt had been undone she just as carefully worked on his pants button. She undid that as well letting his pants drop to his ankles and his boxers be exposed He watched her undo his belt, and felt his pants drop to his ankles. He stepped out of them, now clad just in his boxers. He lifted her slip upwards, admired her deep indie belly button as it became fully exposed, and took the slip off her. Aurora shivered as she felt the cold air hit her exposed body now that her slip was removed. She now stood there in her panties. She moved closer to him pressing her expose breast against his chest she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him Michael admired her pebbled breasts and nipples, and saw that her panties were just under her hips. He felt her breasts against his hairy chest, kissed her back, deeply, and squeezed her ass cheeks through the fabric of her panties. Aurora sighed as he kissed her back and squeezed her bottom. She then broke the kiss and smiled at him "I love you" she then gently took his hand and lead back to the bed He smiled, "I love you too my darling Aurora," then let her take his hand, and followed her back onto the bed. He laid down beside her, his left arm around her, and his left hand over her belly button. His left index finger started to outline its' shape as he cuddled her close to him. Aurora laid down with she looked deeply into his eyes before kissing him again her arms wrapped around him again she rubbed his back gently. Her fingers traced his spine Michael smiled as he looked deeply into her eyes. He felt her arms wrapped around him, and it was quite pleasurable to him as he felt her fingers tracing his spine. His manhood had started to respond to all the attention they were giving each other. Aurora kissed him again. This time her kisses were soft and sweet. She trailed down to his neck again kissing there. She did so she moved closer to him and her womanhood pressed against his manhood she could feel his arousal He could feel her against his manhood, by now it was firm inside his boxers. He moaned softly in pleasure as she kissed his neck. He also kissed her neck, and his hands moved up and down her back, finally settling at the small of her back, then started to massage the small of her back as he kissed her. Aurora loved the feeling of him kissing her neck. She closed her eyes as he kissed, she made soft sounds of enjoyment. She arched back against his hands pushing her womanhood hard against him. Michael felt her arch against his hands, his eyes discreetly saw her belly button stretch into a vertical oval. He felt her womanhood against him. His breathing and heartbeat increased, and her sounds of enjoyment were music to his ears. He laid her on the bed, used his teeth to slide her panties downward, then moved his boxers off him. He used his right hand to guide his manhood inside her, and started to thrust gently. His hands clasped hers in his over her head as he looked deep into her eyes. As he entered her she was wet and warm, wanting him badly. Her hips bucked to meet his thrust. She moaned softly as his first entered her. She looked deeply into his eyes her full of love for him. He felt her wetness as his manhood moved deeper and faster inside her. His hips met hers and they were in sync. He could see the love in her eyes as he looked at her. His breathing and heartbeat increased with each thrust. He could feel her wrap around his manhood, and his manhood eventually throbbed inside her. He reached climax and then released his love juices inside her. Furthermore, he felt so good inside her. Her hips met every one of his thrust, and she moaned as her climax builds. Finally, her release washed over her and her inner wall squeezed him as he released inside her. She was breathing rapidly as she came down from her climax Michael was breathing rapidly as well, and slid out of her. His tongue then licked around and deep inside her belly button, afterward he cuddled her close with his left arm. "I love you Aurora, now we are part of each other." He then smiled and kissed her lips deeply. Aurora started to relax now cuddled in his arms. She giggled as he licked around her belly button, it tickled her. "I love you Michael" she then rested her head against his chest just enjoying the moment He enjoyed her giggle, just as he remembered it when she was a little girl. He cuddled her close to him with his left arm, felt her head on his chest as he enjoyed the time together with his new bride. Aurora cuddled him more and pulled the blanket up over them. "I can stay this way forever. I am so happy Michael. Life could not be any more perfect." Michael watched her pull the blanket over them, and felt warm from her body and the blanket. His left arm still around her, his left index finger again traced the outline of her belly button. "I am happy to my darling, and could stay this way as well. Though I think Limbaugh will be calling us when he gets our wedding dinner ready." He smiled and then kissed her lips softly. "I love you my darling." Aurora giggled as he traced her belly button again she was very ticklish. "But eating means I have to leave this comfortable bed and your living arms" she playfully pouted He smiled, as he loved her giggle, "A small sacrifice for Limbaugh, he likes you a lot, I know that," as he cuddled her close, and paused from tracing her belly button. "You are not at the palace, so you can be less formal and ladylike too," he kissed her lips softly. Meaning she could show off her body for him and wear less formal attire. Aurora smiled "I like Limbaugh too, he is very nice an cooking is wonderful." She listens as he spoke "I know that's why you bought me those dresses, but I was raised a lady so it makes take a bit of time for me to relax and forget some of my lady like ways Michael smiled, "There is an old saying that Rome wasn't built in a day, my darling...we have begun our life's journey together, so yes, it will take time for both of us to learn each other. You do not have to be afraid to relax and forget your lady like ways.... I will never ever tell..." he winked and then kissed her lips softly. Aurora laughed and smiled "I know in time I will forget all about being a lady and just worry about being your wife" she kissed him passionately Michael smiled and kissed her back passionately. He would teach her about the things of Sherwood, how to shoot the bow. He loved her with all his heart. After a bit Limbaugh yelled up from the bottom of the stairs, "Okay you newlyweds, come up for air, dinner is served." Aurora heard Limbaugh call and Ashe knew they should get out of bed. She sighed softly and kissed Michael before climbing out of bed and going over to the packages getting out one the dresses Michael bought for her and slipped it on she then looked at him "how does it look"((Sorry I thought I replied to this, but post must not have gone through)) [it's alright...those things happen]Michael watched her get out of bed, and admired her beauty, as she got out one of the dresses. He watched her slip it on, and saw her belly button in a vertical oval before it was covered by her dress. All the time, he was getting dressed, and then looked at her. "You look ravishingly beautiful, my darling," he smiled and then kissed her lips softly. He opened the door to their room, and attended to her as they walked down the stairs to the dining room. Already the smell of dinner met his nostrils. Aurora smiled she was happy that he liked how she looked. She did want to look pretty for him. As they walked downstairs she smelled the food, and she suddenly realized how hungry she really was. As Michael took his place at the table she took his hand holding it in hers. The table was already set, with the best of the plates and utensils that Limbaugh kept in the hand built hutch for special occasions. He poured them each a glass of wine from Michael's winery, and then served dinner. A venison roast, baby potatoes and corn grown in the garden as well as homemade biscuits. Limbaugh also had a deep dish apple pie ready for dessert. Michael held her hand and watched as Limbaugh served dinner. Aurora watched as Limbaugh served the dinner. "This looks so amazing Limbaugh. Thank you for cooking this for us." She smiled warmly at him then Michael. Limbaugh nodded, "You're quite welcome, enjoy your dinner." He headed back into the kitchen as Michael looked at her. "Let's eat." He then started to eat the food on his plate, enjoyed each bite while he sipped on his wine in between bites of his food. Aurora nodded and began to eat sipping her wine. "Limbaugh is an excellent cook, and wonderful person you are like to know a man such as him" she took a sip of her wine enjoying her meal Michael nodded, "He has two sons, James and John, who both work. John tends to the grounds, and James oversees things at the winery. One reason Limbaugh pays lots of visits to the winery, plus gets wine for us here." He finished his meal, and leaned back in his chair. Limbaugh then came back into the dining room with two plates of deep dish apple pie for dessert, then refilled their wine glasses. Aurora smiled" well hopefully one day I will get to meet them. And with me now here I hope he can spend more time them without it being worked related." As Limbaugh brought in the pie she thanked him and then took a bit. "James stays at the winery in a small cottage there, so you'll get to meet him when we take a trip to the winery. Far as John, you've seen him about already, just haven't had the chance to meet him." Michael watched her take a bite of Limbaugh's apple pie, as he also started to eat. He knew she would enjoy it, as he always did. He sipped on his wine after he finished his pie, then wiped his mouth with the napkin at this table. Aurora finished her pie and looked at Michael who seemed full and happy with the meal. "So my husband what shall we do now." She smiled at the fact she was able to call him husband. Michael was indeed full from the dinner and dessert. He finished his wine and looked at Aurora, enjoying when she called him her husband. "My lovely wife Sherwood is yours to do whatever you wish, we could return upstairs and continue that blissfulness you enjoyed before Limbaugh called us for dinner, or whatever you wish." Aurora thought for a moment. "Well Limbaugh stuffed us so full of food I fear I may fall a sleep if we return upstairs" she giggled a bit "how about a walk first it may help to awaken me" "A walk would be fine, don't want my wife falling asleep on me," Michael scrunched his nose. He then took Aurora for a walk about the grounds, which included a well-kept garden at the back of the compound. Aurora looked around the garden she loved the flowers, she smiled at Michael "this is all so wonderful I am so glad I can enjoy it your garden with you." Michael nodded, "And I am glad too, my lovely wife. Limbaugh's son takes care of it, does quite a nice job. His father is quite the green thumb with the vegetable garden too." There was a fountain in the middle of the garden and Michael stopped there, turned to Aurora, "I love you so much my darling... I am glad we got married." He then stroked her hair softly, and kissed her deeply. Aurora looked at the fountain it was lovely and relaxing she then smiled at Michael's words "I love you very much and today is the happiest day of my life" she kissed him back passionately He responded to her kiss with passion of his own. He stroked her hair, and then his hands moved down her back and met at her waist. He massaged the small of her back as he kissed her passionately. The gurgling of the water as it flowed from the fountain and the chirping of the birds the only natural sounds around them. Aurora wrapped her arms around his neck her fingers played with the hair on the back his neck. She slowly broke the kiss and looked into his eyes she smiled "I love you" "I love you too, my darling, you will know all of Sherwood, it is all yours now," he felt her fingers play with the hair on his neck. He rubbed her nose with his, and then walked back around to the main entrance of the house. "I believe we can retire back upstairs now?" he smiled as he shut the front door behind them. Limbaugh was busy cleaning up the meal dishes, and was glad they enjoyed their wedding meal. Aurora kissed his nose before the walked back into the house. She held his hand as they enter the house. "Yes I think now would be a good time to return upstairs" Michael walked her to the foot of the stairs, and then heard Wabash, "I'll know where to find you two," and then Michael smiled. Michael swooped Aurora off her feet, and into his arms. He carried her upstairs back to their bedroom, then shut the door after he entered. He laid her gently on the bed, looked down at her, and smiled, "Now where we?" before he slid onto the bed beside her and kissed her lips deeply. Lillian blushed at Limbaugh comment but then had to laugh when Michael picked her up. As she lay on the bed she looked up at him lovingly. Kissing him back "it was something like this but if I remember correctly we had on a lot less clothes" He kissed her back and smiled at her reply, "I do think you're right, about having a lot less clothes on," he then paused and started to undo her dress. "Maybe we should do something about that." He talked as he unbuttoned her dress, then slid it down slowly off her. Aurora smiled as he began to take off her dress. As he undid her dress she undid his shirt exposing his chest. "I love you" Michael smiled as he watched her undo his shirt, and saw it fall to either side of him. His hairy chest was exposed, and by now his eyes also admired her pebbled areolas and nipple, as well as her deep indie belly button in a normal oval. "I love you too, my darling Aurora, "he smiled as he took off his shirt the rest of the way, and then cuddled her into his arms. His right arm was around her and right hand one her belly button, his left hand stroked her hair softly, and he kissed her lips softly, at first, then deeply. Aurora loved his chest, it was so manly, but so was everything about him. It was not like the boys she was used to chasing her around wanting to marry her solely on her beauty. She kissed him back passionately loving this moment very much Michael responded to her kiss, passionately as his arms kept her cuddled close to him. He enjoyed her beauty, but also her heart, like her, he was in love with her, and was so glad they got married. His right index finger traced about her belly button as her body and his were tight together, no glue needed. His tongue continued to dance with hers as he kissed her passionately. Aurora placed her hands gently on his chest. Her fingers stroking slowly over his chest as they kissed. She slowly broke the kissed taking a moment to look into his eyes she smiled softly and then kissed him again He was glad that Aurora paused from the kiss, it gave him a chance to look deep into her eyes, and returned her softly smile with one of his. He felt her fingers stroking his chest, and then he resumed kissing her again. Aurora kept touching his chest as she kissed him. Her legs moved slowly to wrap around his legs holding him to her as if she ephor just captured him. She broke the kiss once more smiled once again. Her happiness was overwhelming He enjoyed her touching his chest, as well as being 'captured' by her legs wrapped around him. He rolled onto his back and looked up at her, broke the kiss, and smiled at her. He was quite happy as well with her in his arms. Aurora laughed as he rolled them over. She now sat perched a top him. Her womanhood sitting over his manhood, separated by her panties and his pants. She smiled lovingly at her husband He admired her panties now barely covering her womanhood, as well as her belly button fully exposed in a horizontal oval. He smiled back at her, and then started to fondle her pebbled areolas and nipples gently. It has been a month since their wedding and Aurora had settled in nicely to her new home and new role as wife. She was very loving towards Michael, and the people she meet. Limbaugh loved having her in the house enjoyed when she would cook with him. The people in the village and winery loved when Michael would bring her along when he had business to attend to. The month since their wedding passed quickly for Michael, and he loved the way Aurora fit into life around Sherwood. He never missed a moment he could be alone with her, and also enjoyed when she would go into the village and to the winery with him. Limbaugh also enjoyed her help in the kitchen, he learned some things from her, as well as taught her what he had learned, mostly by experiment. Aurora a woke early that morning before the sun had risen. She carefully climbed out of bed slipping on her robe and went downstairs to the kitchen. She brewed some coffee and then made a simple tray of bread, fruit, and name and carried it back upstairs to the bedroom with the freshly brewed coffee. Furthermore, she set it down on the table and took a cup of coffee and quietly went out to the balcony to watch the sunrise while she waited for Michael to wake for his surprise breakfast in bed. Michael's sense of smell picked up the fresh brewed coffee in the cup on the table. He opened his eyes, and stretched as he woke up. He smiled as he saw the tray of bread and fruit, and first sipped on the fresh brewed coffee. Furthermore, he then ate some of the bread and fruit, then saw Aurora on the balcony. Furthermore, he walked out onto the balcony and his arms went around her as he leaned her back against him, he untied her robe, so his fingers could trace her belly button that was now visible. "Good morning my darling, it is so wonderful to wake up to you, and this beautiful Sherwood sunrise. I love you." He kissed her neck softly as he watched the sunrise with her. Aurora watched as the sky changed colors when she suddenly felt his arms around her. She smiled and leaned against him. "Good morning my love, I hope you slept well." "I did, and thank you for the surprise. I am sure Limbaugh also has smelled the fresh coffee brewing by now." His right index finger continued to trace her belly button as he watched the sunrise over the eastern ridges. "Out there is Mon doc, over those ridges," he whispered as he leaned her back against him. He kissed her neck softly and nibbled her earlobes. "Your welcome I was up before anyone so figured I would bring your breakfast to you and give Limbaugh a break" she smiled as she felt his finger trace her belly button "what's London?" "It's a land beyond the mountains, that borders Sherwood. Not much is known about the Mongolians, they've traded in the village from time to time, and have been no trouble at present." He continued to trace her belly button softly with his right index finger, as he enjoyed the touch of her soft skin. "Well it's good they cause no trouble or not shown as threat." She smiled and slowly turned around she wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled "so what shall we do today" "So far at least," Michael smiled and then watched her turn in his arms. He looked into her eyes, "Whatever you wish my darling," he then stroked her hair softly, as he saw her robe parted, then kissed her lips deeply. He then carried her back into their room and laid her gently on the bed. Aurora smiled as he carried her to the bed. "Well we could go for a ride today, or a walk. Or if you rather you can go off and do whatever it is you do, and I can stay here and help Limbaugh around the house, it your choice." Michael nodded, "We'll take a ride, to the winery and then towards the end of Sherwood that borders Mon doc," he then kissed her lips softly. "There are some herbs that Limbaugh uses that grow in that area, and we can get some for him." He then kissed her lips softly, and parted her robe. He admired her pebbled areolas and nipples, then licked them softly with his tongue, as well as her cleavage. Furthermore, he then moved southward to lick around and deep inside her belly button. Aurora shuddered as she felt him lick her nipples and belly button. He certainly did have a passion for her. She closed her eyes and sighed softly Michael her body shudder its approval as he continued to lick around and deep inside her belly button. The soft sigh was music to his ears, as he moved back up to her, cuddled her close to him with his left arm around her. His left index finger traced the vertical outline of her belly button as his lips met hers, and kissed her deeply. He saw her eyes closed, and his eyes watched her robe fall off her left hip as his right hand stroked her hair softly. As he moved back up her body her eyes slowly opened she smiled softly. "You are a wicked man, we were supposed to go riding, how do you expect your wife to get ready when you do such things to her?" Michael smiled back, "Wickedly good, I hope, my darling," then kissed her lips back softly. "I wanted to enjoy the beauty of my wife's body before she covered it up with her riding clothes. I shall let you get ready." He then got dressed, and left the room. He inquired of Limbaugh what herbs he may need, and told them of their plans. Then he went to the stable and got their horses saddled and ready for their ride. He also had his long bow, quiver of arrows, and medium length blade hunting knife along in case they spotted game and also for protection. Aurora smiled as he got up and got dressed. She sat up and walked to her wardrobe and slipped on her ridding clothes. She then carried their breakfast tray downstairs she cleaned it up as she said good morning to Limbaugh. Once cleaned up she went out to the stable with Michael Limbaugh saw Aurora come into the kitchen with the empty tray, "And good morning, Miss Aurora, your coffee was splendid." Limbaugh had a mug in his hand and just finished it. "Enjoy your ride with Michael, I'll have something waiting for you to eat when you return," then watched her leave the main house, via the kitchen door. Michael had just finished saddling the horses, when he turned and saw Aurora come into the stable, and admired her riding clothes. Aurora walked up to Michael not noticing him admiring her. She looked at the horse and petted smiling at the horse before turning to Michael. "Limbaugh said he will have a meal waiting for us when we return" Michael nodded, "That will be quite good to come home to," and watched her pet the horse. He mounted up, and looked at Aurora, "Let's be on our way so we can be home for that meal." He headed out of the compound at a normal pace. Furthermore, he traveled towards the village, the first stop on the way to the winery and then to the area of Sherwood near the border with Mon doc. Aurora mounted her horse and followed him from the house. It was the perfect day for a ride the sun was shinning there a slight breeze to keep things cool and everything was so green. She rode next to Michael just enjoying the ride. The trip along the road took them through the village, and the first stop was the winery. Michael dismounted and looked at Aurora, then headed inside the main building to talk to Limbaugh's son, John, who was in charge of the winery. After a short time, Michael came back out, mounted his horse, and turned his horse back onto the road towards the border with Mon doc. He rode at a normal pace and enjoyed the perfect day for riding. Aurora rode beside him the whole time smiling at him when he looked at her. "So what do you hope to accomplish riding to London, I know you said little is known are you hoping to find out more?" He nodded, "The lands of Mon doc, Sherwood and Silesia all come together at the river. It is called the Three Forks of the Wolf, because before Sherwood existed, legend told of a clan of wolf people that lived there. The nearby mountain has the shape of a wolf's head as well. My father wished your father build a fort there to guard against illegal smuggling and attacks into the kingdom, but he refused. Instead, he built the river outpost along the main road, and kept the garrison small enough to not be able to patrol that region." He continued the ride towards the region, his eyes scanned about as they drew nearer. Aurora looked down, she felt bad that her father refused. "Maybe I can ask my father to build a fort, after all if I am going to live here he may want his only daughter to be safe." Michael smiled and nodded as he stopped his horse along the trail to give a rest, "That would be a nice gesture, my darling, since you are now my wife." He tightened the cinch of his saddle as he let his horse rest. Aurora smiled and slowed her horse to stop beside his. "What are wives for if not to do nice things for there deserving husbands" Michael looked up at her as he adjusted the cinch of his saddle, "It is said that the leader of Mon doc has what is called a harem, many wives, who I'm told are quite good dancers, and wear clothes more revealing than you do." He remounted his horse and adjusted the long bow over his shoulder. "Let's ride again," then he started his horse at a normal pace along the road leading towards the borderland. Aurora cocked her head a little at what he said she then began rode with him. "Even with many wives he must be lonely never having one woman who truly loves him or to truly love a woman" Michael looked over at her, "Oh I don't think he is lonely, in fact I was told by a Mongolian trader that there is fierce competition among the wives for his attention, and that competition can get quite violent, sometimes deadly." He then continued to ride for a bit before stopping his horse at the top of a rise. "There is the river, the three forks...beyond is Mon doc, to our right is Silesia territory. He pointed to the three forks of the river. Aurora shook her head. "I would never want that as a life, I would want my husband to want only me," she then looked at the fork of the rivers "so what now are we following them or are we returning home." Michael looked over at her, "Aye, and I want only you my darling Aurora, though I may want you in a Mongolian belly dancing outfit," he winked and then looked about. "We'll follow the fork along our land and Mon doc. There is an old gristmill up near a small set of falls, I am interested if there's any activity there, since there was a crossing there as well. He turned his horse and headed upstream from the fork. Aurora laughed at him about wanting to see her in like a monodic an women. She turned her horse to follow him along the river she was kind of excited to see what they would find there. She did enjoy exploring very much Michael made his way slowly upstream, following the river along a trail just inside the trees. The river bank was open on either side of the river, and there were trees there as well. He kept scanning in three directions, knowing that Aurora was behind him. It was good for her, in his view, to come along and learn more about the land of Sherwood, since she was his husband. "My father built his mill quite a long time ago, now there is a mill closer to the village, at a better spot along the river." At the top of a small rise, he stopped his horse to rest, and handed Aurora a leather canteen of cool water he carried on his saddle, after he took a drink. Aurora followed him along the river. She knew when they got back home she would send a letter to her father asking his help in building a fort for protection. As they stopped aurora looked at the mill and then took the canteen from Michael. "Thank you" she sipped the water she was thirsty and was starting to get hungry as well. Michael looked over at her as she drank from the leather skinned canteen. He reached into his saddlebags and pulled out a biscuit and some dried deer venison. "Eat this, we'll start back home, and by then Limbaugh will have us a nice dinner ready." He ate a biscuit and deer venison as well, then turned his horse to a spot where the herbs grew that Limbaugh wanted. He dismounted his horse and started to dig up the herbal plants and wrap them gently before putting them in his saddlebags. Aurora took the food and made quick work of it. She then watched as he dug up the plant that Limbaugh requested. She didn't recognize it. "What is it and what does he use that for" Michael looked at her, "This plant is called sassafras. Limbaugh uses it to make tea, and it is quite tasty." He then moved to another herb and started to harvest the plant. "This herb he uses to make a poultice which helps heal wounds, cuts and scrapes, and the other one is the hickory herb on our way back, which we use to make coffee that we drink." He put the herbs in his saddlebag and remounted his horse, and then guided the horse in the direction where the hickory grew wild in the forest. "I have seen the poultice, and I have heard of the others, but it's always been in the market, never had to gather them myself" she shrugged and followed him to the chicory. He watched her follow him to get the hickory beans and let her hold the small bag while he put the beans in. "Now you can see how it is gathered and ends up in the market," he smiled. Once the hickory bag was full he tied it shut and put it in his saddlebags. "I think we have everything. Let's start back, it will be almost supper time until we return." He mounted his brown chestnut horse and guided it back on the trail that lead back towards the village and then one to the manor. Aurora was glad she could learn such things. It would be useful if she ever was to be away from home and needed to survive on her own for a time. She followed him back towards home, she had a fun time out with him, but now she just wanted to relax a bit. They returned to the manor, and Michael dismounted his horse. Luke took the reins, and then the reins of Aurora's horse. "Rub them down good Luke and give them an extra bit of hay and oats, they earned it." Luke nodded and led the horses away after Michael had taken the saddlebags off the back of his horse. Limbaugh watched from the kitchen door, and smiled when Michael gave him the saddlebags with the herbs in them. "Splendid," he smiled, "Dinner will soon be ready, I will call you when it is time to eat." Michael nodded and then put his bow and quiver of arrows on their respective wall hooks, then headed upstairs to the master bedroom to relax. Aurora dismounted her horse giving it a gentle pat as Luke took the horse to the stable. She followed Michael upstairs to the bedroom where she collapsed on the bed. "I did not realize until we return home how swore I became with that long ride. But it was fun" Michael smiled as he watched her collapse on the bed, and saw her riding blouse ride up and show her belly button fully exposed in a vertical oval. "You may not have ridden that long before at the palace," he suggested as he unbuttoned her blouse, took it off, and then rolled her over on her belly. He started to massage her shoulders gently with both of his hands, and kissed her neck softly. He also massaged her back, moved her fingers up and down as if walking and also massaged the small of her back above the hemline of her riding trousers, that were held up by a brown belt. "Certainly not my father would be furious if he knew how long I was riding for today it is not lady like to ride that long" she said the last part in a voice like her father, and then she giggled as he removed her top and began rubbing her sore back she sighed softly as it felt, so good Michael smiled, "Well it is lady like around here, my darling wife," he said it in her father's voice and enjoyed her giggle. He figured she wasn't allowed to ride as long as they did today. That would change now that Aurora was in Sherwood. He could tell she enjoyed his massage of her sore back, as he heard her pleasant and soft sigh. He continued to massage her back and shoulders. "You are too good me, my back is starting to feel better already all because of your wonderful hands" she closed her eyes as she felt him continuing to rub her back. "I love being good to you, my darling wife," he smiled and then rolled her on her back. He undid the belt holding up her riding pants, and took them off, as well as her riding boots. He saw she was only wearing her panties, and they were just covering her crotch. Her belly button moved in and out with each breath. He moved down to her feet and started to massage her feet and heels, one at a time. Aurora laughed as he began to fully undress her. "Be careful what you are doing dear husband, Limbaugh said diner would be ready soon, I wouldn't want you to start anything you couldn't finish." "I am only going to massage your feet and the rest of your back, my darling wife, then we can finish the rest when we are done eating our dinner." He continued to massage her feet softly and then also massaged her ass cheeks before moving up to continue massaging her back and shoulders again. Aurora never smiled once he had just massaged her, it always leads to more so she couldn't help but mentioning that. However, she was enjoying him rubbing her sore muscles she hoped some day she would be used to riding for long periods. Michael had just finished massaging her feet when he heard Limbaugh's voice from the bottom of the stairs, "Dinner is served," and then looked at Aurora, "Right on time," he smiled and then rolled her over to kiss her lips softly. "We will continue your massage when we finish dinner." He smiled and helped her off the bed.

Beauty for the Beast [with nightsorceress]|rating:4.0

War, Cometh this way. ( total War)

The Blood Bayou Spoiler Hide War chief, I am The Eye of Frumpish, Lord of All Orcs and Conquest. You have done well in vanquishing the last war chief, but your victory belongs to Frumpish. You have been chosen as a new breed of orc, of orc who no longer fight until dead and loose all conquest. Furthermore, you have been chosen to carry out the will of Frumpish. Go forth and conquer, take all the lands that you can but do not waste our strength on petty, fruitless horde attacks. Train your armies, train them to fight and to kill and control them. War chief, reports from the scouts have come in the Bullying of the north have allied with the Broken Tusk Orcs to destroy you and take the clans back to Broken Tusk Control. This can not be allowed, kill the Bullying and the Broken Tusk to The Last. War chief, scouts have discovered an iron deposit we should move immediately to secure it. Send forth a unit of soldiers to clear what ever calls it home. The scouts have also found a deposit of blood iron (Unique) we should send several units to clean the frogs who control it (Blood Iron is a unique resource found only in the blood bayou. Blood iron ore refines at one 1 unit per 3 and 3 units of ore are produced per turn. Blood iron weapons deal 1 additional damage per turn, and deal +3 additional damage to dwarves. Legend tells that's Frumpish one eye himself placed this deposit here to be used by a great war chief) War chief we could use more houses. War chief we have found a archest of supplies, 10 lumber, 5 granite, 3 marble. Agarwal Spoiler Hide Great Queen, I am Locals of the Icy Winds, Last of the great Ice Weirds of the Northern Tundra. I have come to give you guidance and to lead you towards the legendary snow weirds. Your Aldrin people have accomplished much in their days but much more is to come. The Barbarians to the east prepare for war, jealous of your compounds. To the north the Frost Giants move to crush and enslave you much as they did to my people long ago. You must prepare for their coming dawn, and be ready to spill their icy blood. Great Queen, scouts have reported a deposit of Helium(Unique, helium weapons have keen). This is clear, translucent magical ice is sharp and may be shaped in a forge into fine weapons. We should dispatch our units to secure it from the frost trolls who reside within. Great Queen scouts have discovered a deposit of silver, we should dispatch a unit to clear the barbarians from its hold. Great Queen, Scouts have found a treasure chest of resources, 10 lumber, 1 granite, 5 food. We could use more housesMyhtericaSpoiler Hide Great Phantom Queen, I am the Grand Father Oak, Last of the Primal Forest Spirits. Once long ago the world was a great Forest, wild and untamed, then the pecking of civilization spilled forth. In the days since my people have vanished and the FAE realms connection weekend. Although many disagree with our paths we must restore the forest to its ancient splendor. The Druids of the Western Weir dare to challenge us, viewing our methods as barbaric and our intent to restore the world to its primal nature a danger and the Wood Elves of Telethon dare to claim dominion over this forest. Phantom Queen, we scouts have found an Iron Bark tree (Unique) (Iron bark may be used to make armor that is one category lighter) (1 unit per turn). We should dispatch several units to take the tree from the wood elves. Phantom queen we have located an iron deposit we should dispatch a unit to secure it from the druids Use more houses We have located a treasure chest of resources, 10 lumber, 1 granite, 2 iron ore City of SunportSpoiler Hide Commander, I am Vision Wise Elder, last of the great saurian and your guide in this world of soft skins. You have managed to turn the savages into a great city, you have tamed the wilds around you, and you have mastered the beast of the ocean. Yet much work remains to be done, we must secure the southern regions from the emic tribes and steel our selves from aggression to the east. Commander, scouts report an iron deposit, the we mics have taken claim over it dispatch a unit to clear it. Commander, scouts have located a Uranium deposit, we should dispatch several units to secure it. (Unique) (Uranium is a unique material that is a powdered metal, it can be added to armor to add a +1 bonus. 1 unit per turn). Commander, we have found an abandoned human vessel on the coast. 10 lumber, 3 iron, 1 granite. We could use more houses Daryl Myra Spoiler Hide Dark Lady, I am the forgotten one, last fervent avatar of Myra, the dark one has dispatched me to guide you in this time of troubles. Many nations have risen around you, invaders from distant lands have come to cleanse our darkness. But we shall prevail, the world shall be conquered and be beneath Myra's dark heel. To the east lies the ancient citadel of fetid mire, the Paladin order of Form has dared to claim it as their right, and to the west the knolls of various rise forward to devour. Dark Lady, scouts have reported a deposit of fouling (Unique, weapons made of fouling have a d4 life steal, 1 unit per turn) we should dispatch our forces to take it. Dark Lady, Scouts have reported a deposit of iron, we should dispatch a unit to secure it. Dark Lady, a lost caravan has been found with resources 10 lumber, 1 iron, 1 obsidian Could use more houses Must NathaSpoiler Hide I am the aspect of venom, servant to Cloth and son of Tiamat, I have come to guide you. Few draw cities have the potential that yours done, beneath your heels you have managed to subjugate all houses beneath you. The goddesses are pleased with you, you will strike forward and conquer all who dare stand before us. Chaos shall reign and the Metallica dragons shall falter. To our east the hordes of the Golden Dragon Meshaxxiliaxins come forward to destroy you. Chosen, we have found a deposit of Scordaxium (Unique) you should dispatch your forces to conquer it. (Scordaxium is a rare metal that adds a 1 point poison to weapons Chosen scouts have located a merger iron mine, dispatch a unit to deal with themselves Could use more houses Chosen, we have found an abandoned dwarf hold 10 lumber, 3 iron, 1 marble Kara Katharine Spoiler Hide General, I am Add Org thorn, Earthen son of the hammer, I have come to guide you our your journey. For far to long the dwarf holds of all continents have dwindled, the dwarves race faces extinction, and only we can restore it. The Thunder Blessing has come to us, a boon of a far from realm deep in the other spheres, and we once again thrive here. We must continue to move earth and stone, and to forge our mightiest armies. General, Scouts have found a deposit of Allelementium (Unique, adds 1 point of fire, earth, ice damage each to weapons) (1 unit per turn). We should patch our forces to claim it Generally Scouts have found a granite deposit, we should dispatch our forces to claim it Could use more houses General we have found a treasure trove of 10 lumber, 2 granite. City of Spears Spoiler Hide High Shaman I am Gigabyte, spirit of the ancestors. I have come to give you my guidance, to lead the goblins to prosperity and conquest. For far to long we have necked out a living in dirt and in holes, a new age dawns when the goblins will build great cities and achieve great conquest. Surrounded on all sides by foes, we must be strong and prepared to kill. Raise your armies, destroy those who stands in our way. High Shaman, we have found a deposit of Dolomite (unique)(dolomite makes weapons one size category small, but retain the damage to weapons of a large size) (1 unit per turn). We should dispatch our forces to take it High Shaman, we have found a timber mill, we should dispatch our forces to take it Could use more houses High Shaman, we have found an abandoned dragon hoard 10 lumber, 2 granite, 1 marble, 1 Mikhail Many' Anti Spoiler Hide High Druid I am the Elemental, last of the great Elemental Primal Lords of eons past. The world is in flux, the forces of nature in chaos. The balance must be restored great Druid, the aspects must be kept in check. For many beings have died, the great ends and earthen servants wane. We must restore the world to what it is and stop the approach of the planes. The nomadic tribes and the thundering legions move upon you. You must prepare your forces, bridle your raptors and reclaim the balance of nature. High Druid we have located a deposit of Fremantle(Unique)(1 unit per turn) (can be used to make boarding that increases the speed of mounts by 10, and armor that increases ac by 2) we should dispatch our forces to take it. High Druid we have found a Sand Shop (3 units of lumber per turn) we should dispatch our forces to take it. High Druid, we have found the lost Oasis and a cache of resources (10 lumber, 5 food, 1 marble. Could use more housesKaraz-Kuhn Spoiler Hide Paladin Lord, I am Midose son of Jordan, sent here to guide through the thunder blessing. For centuries, we have waned, for centuries we have fallen to the sway of the top realms. Through Moraine might we have secured allegiance to the earth elementals who will aid us. We must expand our forces, we must increase our holdings and we must breed. The Merger and draw will try to stop our resurgence, they shall try to strike us down, but we shall succeed. Through Moraine might. Paladin Lord, we have located a vein of Star Metal (+1 holy Damage on weapons, + 5% DR) (1 unit turn) we should dispatch our forces to secure it Paladin Lord we have found an iron deposit Paladin Lord we have found a treasure trove, 10 lumber, 3 gold ore, 1 adamantine. Could use more houses. Adamant Valley Spoiler Hide I am the Techno arch, servant of Good, servant of Girl, servant of the small fol ken. I have come here to give dire warnings and give grievous advice. The large folk have long since trampled over our holdings leaving nothing as a homeland for us. We must teach them the might, we must become great. Through sword, spell and clock work we shall survive. Leader, we have found a deposit of Semantic (Unique, rare crystal) (Grants +3 damage to spells It's used with, makes clock works +1 HP, grants 5% DR) we should dispatch troops to secure it Leader, we have found a deposit of silver. Could use more houses. Leader we have found a forgotten treasury, 10 lumber, 1 obsidian, 1 iron, 1 granite. Grog groaned slightly as he read over his reports.” That damned Kursk is still a wound in my side. No Foundry and no food production?” Grog spat on the ground at the memory of the former War chief. If Grog didn’t slaughter Kursk when he did, the orc nation would have starved to death under its own weight…“War chief, The Advisor is here to speak with you.” The voice was unmistakable. It was Step the Diplomatic face of the Blood Bayou. Grog didn’t waste the effort to turn; instead he motioned Step to lead the Elder Orc into the throne room. The advisor spoke in a strong tone that no one in the room could dare ignore.“War chief, I am The Eye of Greenish, Lord of All Orcs and Conquest. You have done well in vanquishing the last war chief, but your victory belongs to Greenish. You have been chosen as a new breed of orc, of orc who no longer fight until dead and loose all conquest. Furthermore, you have been chosen to carry out the will of Greenish. Go forth and conquer, take all the lands that you can but do not waste our strength on petty, fruitless horde attacks. Train your armies, train them to fight and to kill and control them. War chief, reports from the scouts have come in the Bullying of the north have allied with the Broken Tusk Orcs to destroy you and take the clans back to Broken Tusk Control. This can not be allowed, kill the Bullying and the Broken Tusk to The Last. War chief, scouts have discovered an iron deposit we should move immediately to secure it. Send forth a unit of soldiers to clear what ever calls it home. The scouts have also found a deposit of blood iron; we should send several units to clean the frogs who control it.” Grog sat dumbfounded for a long moment… The Eye of Greenish, the mythic blood iron, and a foul alliance within his very lands?” Otep!” Grog let out a commanding bellow.” Assemble the hammers, a squad of berserkers, two claws and two arrows. You are to personally slaughter the Frogs and report back to me immediately.” Otep bowed quickly and took off running with a sadistic glee, he loved the slaughter those larger than himself. Grog looked directly at a younger orc standing guard.” Young Blood! You are tasked to inform the master of building he is to build a Foundry, A Mushroom Farm, A Fertile field, additional housing and a leather working shop or his head will be mounted on my wall.” The boy ran off and Grog sank into his throne. Absent kindly His right hand slicked his hair back as he muttered” Damn that Kursk… Soon enough the wound that is his legacy will be fixed and his memory forgotten in the sands of time….” Spoiler Hide Build a foundry Build a Mushroom Field Build a Fertile Field Build More Housing Build a Leather working shop Send 1 Hammer of the Throne, 1 Orc Barker, 2 swarm of claws and 2 swarm of arrows and Step to the Frog problem Raenafelmeditated at the foot of the great oak, as always, imploring the voices from beyond this world and the other to share wisdom with her. Mythercia was growing, more of the fair folk arrived every day, and soon she would make the world tremble with her majesty. All she needed was the correct voice. Great Phantom Queen the voice thundered in her head. I am the Grand Father Oak, Last of the Primal Forest Spirits. Raenafel opened her eyes, as always, glowing like hot embers, contrasting with the alabaster skin and ghost-like hair that came with her assuming the aspect of the ancients in the morning. The song of this spirit was different, and yet, familiar. It was not a voice from beyond worlds, not a vestige, though she had been awaiting the response of one. No, this was a voice from both sides of the rift, of the mortal realm, and of the faerie realm. It was a song like hers. Renamed decided she liked it. Once long ago the world was a great Forest, wild and untamed, the Oak intoned." Yes, ancient one." She spoke, her voice like an ancient, gnarled branch this day, "Before the coming of mortals. Before the living. But now they desecrate everything. Their songs are impure." We must restore the forest to its ancient splendor. Responded the oak. The Druids of the Western Weir dare to challenge us, viewing our methods as barbaric and our intent to restore the world to its primal nature a danger, and the Wood Elves of Telethon dare to claim dominion over this forest. Raenafel's eyes flashed with a new fire. "Even Tel'Quasi are foolish enough to oppose me? To deny me that which I am? The fools seek to claim nature?!" The Phantom Queen rose out of her meditative pose. The vestige could wait a moment. Phantom Queen, the scouts have found an Iron Bark tree, we should dispatch several units to take the tree from the wood elves. The song of the Oak quickened, and Renamed felt the thrum of righteousness in its words. We have also located an iron deposit, we should dispatch a unit to secure it from the druids." It has come, then. The cleansing." Renamed croaked. "It will be done, old one. We need to wait no longer." The Queen turned and left her roost, stepping out of the shadow of the oak and back onto the silver pathway that lead to her throne room, where she found her Hand waiting for her." Kaerdelbog, I have a task for you." She smiled at the Duckling as she offered her hand, which he took and kissed with a bow." Anything, my Queen." The totemism growled." Within our borders you will find a tree of Iron Bark. The foolish Elves of the Wood seek to claim it for their own. Take two thorns, two stings, and the wildings and end their incursion. And before you go, alert another thorn and a team of branch slingers." She paused, bile rising in her throat. "HUMAN druids think they can lay claim to an iron mine within MY woods, I would see them punished for their impertinence."" By your will, Phantom Queen." Kaerdelbog bowed again and hurried up the path, knowing better than to linger when his Queen had issued her decrees. As she stepped into her throne room she beckoned over a Sprigged taskmaster, who was smiling as he examined the intricacy of his whip's silver-and-gem encrusted handle. "Ah, my pretty little thing." She purred to the Sprigged as he bowed. "I trust that the Fey touched are not out of line? Good. I have new orders for you. See to it that the Fey touched construct a smithy for me. We will have greater need of weapons of war in the coming days, and I expect us to be ready. I will not be caught unprepared in the coming storm." As she sent the Sprigged off she returned to the pathway. After all, she still needed her communion for the day. It would not do to tarry overlong.IOC:Spoiler Hide Send two Thorns, two Stings, and the Savage Hearth Wildings with Kaerdelbog to claim the Iron Bark Tree Send one Thorn and one Branch Singer to claim the Iron Mine Build a Smithy Build a Merchant's Stand Train another Savage Hearth Wildings unit “Sister Alumni, the Goddess has blessed us with deposits of Ghoulish, these must be secured for our cause. Send two of Myra’s hand and may her insight guide the arrows of the troupe of devoted archers that will accompany them. The Dark One wishes for victory in this endeavor. And bring word to Sister Dharma that she is to take her men, her entire troupe of bowmen, to secure an iron mine, our scouts will show the way. It has been foreseen by Myra, and we obey, may we be blessed by eternal servitude. There also is another undertaking that I want you to accomplish, we need to know the strengths of those who surround us, and for such a duty the faith must send someone who has been proven in loyalty and devotion. I have received a vision, and you are to take the groups of ghouls as well as one band of Her hand. Set up a post at our southern border, the ghouls are to scout the Winding Savannah and McKay to determine the strength of those unbelievers who make their homes there. If there is no resistance you are to seize these lands to bind them into darkness, otherwise the ghouls are to refrain from open combat. If they are confronted they are to fall back to your position. Prisoners however are of value to our cause. So it has been spoken.”“O blessed Forgotten One, the servants of the goddess move, and our sisters are prepared for eternal servitude. In her city meanwhile construction has begun. More houses will be built for the faithful to dwell in, and the fields that feed them will be expanded through works of integration. The final order that has been given is the construction of a marketplace, for trade is blessed by the Goddess. Our smithies produce weapons for our warriors, and Myra’s hand will be expanded by two regiments.” OOCSpoiler Hide Send 2 Myras Hand and 1 Blighted Archers to the Ghoulish deposit Send 1 Blighted Archers to take the iron deposit. Send My officer and both ghoul regiments to the south along with 1 Hand unit. One unit of ghouls enters Winding Savannah to scout, and the other does the same for McKay. If they can take it they do so, otherwise they report back on enemy strength and fall back to the officer and the hand. Construction: Houses: 5 timber, 10,000 gold Extra Fertile Fields: 4,000 gold Marketplace: 2,000 gold Recruitment: 2 Myras Hand: 1,800 gold. Harbor sat on his throne deep within the stone halls of Kara-Vuhn, in the heart of the mountain Kuhn. The great stone doors at the head of the chamber swung silently outwards, belying their mass. Framed in the doorway, a dwarf clad in clerical robes came forward." Paladic Lord, I am Midose son of Jordan, sent here to guide through the Thunder's blessing. For centuries, we have waned, for centuries we have fallen to the sway of the top realms. Through Moran's might we have secured allegiance to the earth elementals who will aid us. We must expand our forces, we must increase our holdings and we must breed. The Merger and Draw will try to stop our resurgence, they shall try to strike us down, but we shall succeed. Through Moran's might." Halduor sat in silence for a moment, before motioning the dwarf forward." What you say has merit." He turns to an advisor in a nearby seat." Summon the scouts. See what they have to say." After several moments of quiet, a dwarf clad in leather armor marches into the room." Paladic Lord, we have located a vein of Star Metal, an iron deposit, and a treasure trove containing lumber, gold ore, and some adamantine."" Rouse the ramblers, and send them to scout the Star Metal. We have much to do." Halduor rises and addresses those in the hall in a deep, rumbling voice." The blessing of Moran has come upon Midose, and his words are wise. We shall build up this stronghold to rival the great dwarf holds of old, we shall go forth, and take back our ancestral lands, we shall scour the draw and merger from the earth, and we shall do this by the power of Moran!"" We need more timber to expand; construct a sawmill. Furthermore, we should also carve out a grand cathedral to Moran appropriate for this new golden age. Begin planting incense, and train more ramblers to scout for obsidian. We will need defenses and engines of war, so begin work on a siege works. We will need food for our warriors, so gather the Cavern Wardens and establish a lodge from which to hunt beasts in the deeps. To fund all this, we will need more in our coffers, so offer rewards to merchants wishing to open shop here, and levy new taxes on them. Remember, we do this in the name of Moran."IOC:Spoiler Hide - building a timber mill - building an incense plantation - training another unit of earthen ramblers - building a siege works - building a huntsmen lodge - building a merchant stand I don't know if I can do all of this at once, but the cost (32,000 gold and 9 lumber) is within my means. Spoiler Hide I've assumed you're alright with me slightly redoing the dialogue of the Aspect; if not, let me know. I just had an idea of how it would sound, not adding any information. King Elvira Death sighs in boredom as he overlooks his city from the massive spire that is his home." Truly, it is a shame it cost so much to overthrow the Filters. Further developing the city will be... difficult, with so much of my wealth invested in my own magic,"he muses as he considers the tasks before him." I suppose I ought to seek out wealth, to begin with. Perhaps by conquest..." As he sits alone, pondering, a figure seems to form of shadow and flame in the corner of the throne room. Elvira whirls around as he senses the new arrival, and readies himself to destroy the intruder." Calm yourself, my Lord. I am the Aspect of Venom, Tiamat's son and Loath's servant. I am here to serve as your guide. Few of the cities which serve the Spider Queen have as much potential as this, and your recent subjugation of the Filters and their ilk has drawn our goddesses' attention. They are pleased with your power and ruthlessness. With my aid, you will strike forth with venom and flame, and conquer all who would stand against you. Chaos shall be your herald, and Bahamas's fools will falter at your wrath." Elvica considers the Aspect's words carefully, before giving a carefully measured response." I thank you, Aspect, for your guidance. I shall make use of it. Have you any information I could act on now, or shall I continue as I have been?" The shrouded creature replies,"But of course, my Lord. First and foremost is a warning: The Gold Dragon Meshaxxiliaxins musters his armies to the east, preparing to strike at you. Your scouts have reported a find of a rare metal; Scordaxium, it is called. I advise you take possession of it quickly. The Merger hold an iron mine in the region; your forces should be able to take care of them with ease. Of course, with the struggle just now ending, you likely know this, but the Railcars crammed in your subjects quite tightly. I advise you to build more Houses if you wish to expand. Lastly, an old dwarf-hold has been found. It contains much that may be of use to us; the contents are being brought here as we speak." Elvica ponders the Aspect's words once more." I see. The mine and the rare metal need to be high priority; I will send troops immediately. The more wealth we can muster, the better. I'll need to find some way to raise funds, and quickly. My personal production of Agony will help, but it will not be enough, I imagine. I must think on this further. And the Dragon... I will deal with the dragon soon enough. You may go; I have much work to do." The Aspect disappears as it arrived. Elvica begins casting a powerful divination as it leaves, desiring a little more information on this Meshaxxiliaxins. Spoiler Hide Elvira casts Contact Other Plane, using Reserves of Strength for +1 CL, giving a CL of 12 for the spell (takes (1d6)[6] damage). He reaches for a Greater Deity, preferably Rocco. He takes 10 on the Intelligence check to avoid damage to his mental stats, getting a result of 17, passing. Furthermore, he asks each question twice, hoping to ensure he is not fooled. The questions are: "How old is Meshaxxiliaxins, in centuries?" "Does Meshaxxiliaxins possess any servitors sufficiently powerful to pose a credible threat to me? "What is the name of Meshaxxiliaxins' greatest foe?" When he has his answers, he gives orders to his men regarding the information he has obtained. Spoiler Hide Sending 2 Spider Kissers and 1 House Barn'RO Crossbowmen to secure the Iron Mine. Sending 2 Spider Kissers and 1 House Barn'RO Crossbowmen to secure the Scordaxium deposit. Researching Crusader Class. Researching Martial Study Feat. May take additional actions depending on results of Contact Other Plane. If not, my King produces 67 Agony from dumping his extra spell slots into his ETF and torturing his victims. 7 sentiments tortured to death this week. (Refer to the IOC section for the list of materials and structures I am building. My role-play shall not list things in an exact manner.) Drackus looks quietly about the large Oasis. Looks at his people, the largest gathering of desert folk. He looks to Raptor an, his newfound allies, recently driven from the mountain homes, by the evil draw (Sorry if I overstepped my bounds :P). Drackus began to walk through the beautiful Oasis, accompanied by his dear friend, Heroes." Sheroks, we have come a long way, but we still have much to do. We have not even begun to build a temple to Obadiah. I need you to send parties, your people, would be my thoughts, immediately, to scout for the materials to build a temple. Also, I feel we are already running low on space, I see many homes are overcrowded, call upon the dwarves to construct more homes, maybe even look into going underground." Drackus paused for a moment in front of his loyal companion, stroking the large raptor lovingly. He then continued on his way, no particular goal in mind. Stopping throughout, to inspect a building, to taste the produce, to smell flowers." We will need to also need to begin production of holy materials, I would ask of the Dhaka to set about that. And perhaps it would be best to build up a marketplace. The Maserati would most likely be the wisest choice there. We may find ourselves trading with other nations, in a diplomatic attempt at getting them to at least respect our wishes that nature and balance be preserved. I do hope that we may be able to convert all to the ways of Obadiah."" Also, my young raptor an friend, we must begin to breed more dinosaurs so that our new druid recruits may find themselves with companions. Begin the construction of an aviary, so that we may breed pterodactyls, like your own, for the Raptor an. We already have the means to breed raptors, for the Maserati to use as they see fit, and I shall be training the dwarves to shape-shift, and will not have the means to have an animal companion. This leaves the Dhaka, they are such a good-hearted and sweet folk, I feel that a carnivore would not be suitable for them. Oh! I know! Pachycepholosaurus! Build a place for us to breed pachycepholosaurus! They shall serve as a meaty and powerful support for the dwarves, fast enough to aid the Maserati and their raptors! Perfect!!! I shall lead the establishing of the breeding program myself!!!!" Drackus stopped his ambling stroll, rather abruptly. "We must prepare for war, there may be some nations that refuse our wishes, that feel that they have the right to violate, molest, tarnish and rape Mother Nature. Obadiah does not accept this. It is our duty to destroy them. We shall punish those that violate nature's sanctity, and deeply reward those who convert to the way of Obadiah. As such, we must build more facilities to train our druids. We have the means to train in basic hand-to-hand combat, and we don't have the resources to train our young lings to be in tune with nature, so.... Hamm..... Begin construction on a building in which we may train our druids to fight side by side with many dinosaurs. Our dwarves must learn to fight beside the paths, our raptor an must learn to pelt the enemy with slings without harming the raptors, and the Dhaka must learn to be aware of the pterodactyls overhead and be able to see the ebb and flow of battle, that they may heal where it is appropriate, and to learn to shape the battlefield in such a way that benefits our side." Spoiler Hide -Barracks; The barracks is the central training grounds and housing for your soldiers. Each unit may be recruited from here costing the number of population, gold and equipment needed to make the unit. One barracks has enough resources for 15 units. -7,000 gold, 1 lumber, 100 population to staff it. -Incense Plantation: Incense Plantations produce Incense used in temples, mages and spells. It produces 3 units per turn, Incense has a value of 5,000 gold per 2 units and is required to build mages towers. -5000 gold -Fertile Fields: Produces 10 units of vegetables per turn. These 10 units can either be fed to your populace or used in alchemy. -4,000 gold -Merchant Stands: The merchants and market provide 3,000 gold per turn. Only one merchant stand can be built. The market has a chance of providing free rare resources or bonus gold, this is due to the fact adventurers love hocking their valuables for booze money. (Rare resources include, adamantine, Mikhail, obsidian, magic items, potions etc.). -2000 gold. -Animal Farm/Trained Animals: Pterodactyls (Use Eagle stats) -7,000 gold, 1 lumber, 100 population to staff it. (Using stats of Barracks, as I will be using it similarly.) -Animal Farm/Trained Animals: Pachycepholosaurus (Use Boar stats) -7,000 gold, 1 lumber, 100 population to staff it. (Using stats of Barracks, as I will be using it similarly.) - New set of houses. -10,000, 5 lumber -Scout Granite Quarry and harvest. Need 5 total to begin construct of Temple. (Level 10 druid to assist in location :)) -Scout Obsidian and harvest. Need 1 total to begin construct of Temple. (Level 10 druid to assist in location :)) -Scout neighboring territories for resources and other nations. Primarily looking for damage to nature, imbalance and harm being done to nature by immediate neighbors. -Collect Fremantle -Collect sand shop -Explore Evans Folly, Twisted Nomadic, Oasis of Mar, Risen Bones, Broken Tusk Retreat, and Sandy Mire. (Emissary.) My Dearest Aurora, if you are hearing this, I am surely dead by now. I know you understand the following decision... I am sure you will. After all, you are a genius even by our highest standards. You were the finest student in the Academy ever had the fortune to teach. We were truly blessed by your endless curiosity, razor sharp wit, wonderful patience and of course the fantastic ideas for processes, solutions and mechanisms you had in your studies. I had many choices in my life, both in work and in personal, but never before was one this hard to make. I can calculate the length of the time needed for the genetic photochemical bacteriodissociation to buy the milliseconds. Furthermore, I know the combined melting point of all the alloys used in psychocrystalization. Furthermore, I can name thirty-two thousand of different types of insects. Furthermore, I can differentiate between two and ten working magical infusions in a war forged's body, at any given moment. But the consequences of leaving my beloved city is what I cannot know. Yet, I must trust someone with this great task, for if there would be any delay in the succession, the reaction of people could be fatal. And deep in my mind I know that you are the perfect candidate for this position, despite your tender age. Any questions you have, take them to my dearest servant and friend, Gavin Gear master. He served thirty-two years under my rule as the 1st Peacekeeper, a seasoned veteran of many battles. His men will follow him to peril. On your command. I told him that he must guard you with all of his might. And now, by my will, you are the 1st Engineer of the Union. Bear this title well, and may the Wonder bringer bring you happiness as well. Farewell Aurora, Man nix Tinkerbell. Aurora opened her eyes. Yes, she still heard the humming the clockwork fly at about three inches from her head. Oh yes, she had many questions, but the surprise and the sadness still overwhelmed her. How could this ever happen? In her mind, the 1st engineer would have lived long before was born, and would have lived long after she has died. At this moment, somebody pulled string of the doorbell outside.-Can I come in, Lady Aurora? I trust you know who I am -asked a cracking male voice. Yes, she knows. After a brief moment she answered.-Yes, mister Gear master, please come in and take a seat. Gavin was an older gnome (although not that old), who commanded respect within the law. She saw him numerous times in the Academy, where he was consulting regularly with all the professors about god-knows what. His face looked like a once-mighty mountain range, eroded heavily by a constant might, which left scars and valleys around. He had an aura of readiness around him, but his actions felt final - as he opened the door, took a half-step to grab a chair, simultaneously putting down his helmet, he turned around and moved the chair in a strict motion to the side of Aurora's bed.-Little princess, get up, you need to get ready for the day. These are the collected reports of the 'keepers, and the builders', crafters' and the farmers' guilds. You need to tell me what will be our next step. Aurora had no time to react. It all happened so fast.-You have exactly one minute before I command the three Peacekeepers outside to come in and shake you out from this bed. What? Why is this man giving me orders?-First rule of the fightin': Stupid haste is better than lazily lying in the dust. Get up. I'm not going to start again.-Okay, okay, you win. Now what, mister?-said Aurora as she slowly moved the blanket down and sit up on the bed.-Look at me little girl. From now on, I will be your personal servant. I didn't ask for this, I have my duties as the head of the 'keepers, don't need no babygirl to steer around. But your mentor's last will imposed this task on me, and sure as the ninth reach of hell that I will do it. In my eyes, right now you are no better than any of the children outside this building. But after a few weeks, maybe months, I am sure you will be just as lively and disciplined, as one of the 'keepers. Now we must make our move. Understand?-Exactly what are you talking about, mister?-Gee... You are truly a lost cause. We need... no, you need to take control of Adamant Valley. How is this will happen? You will read or listen every single report I give to you. After that, we will start by deciding each action of the City Guilds. You need to specify each order what you give, so I can correct you whenever it's necessary. Are we OK?-Yes.- This actually doesn't sound so bad. After all, I am the regular champion of the Life Games in science and economy. Last year all the other desperate contenders who couldn't win the title in ten years, all of them conspired and built a golem specifically to defeat me. It haven't lasted for 8 minutes. Aurora smiled on the thought.-Are you paying any attention, ladybug?-Yes I am, and you can stop questioning and ordering me around, Captain Airhead.-I will never stop ordering you if you never start worrying about your position. You have a lot of responsibility pushing down on your neck. You think I don't know who you are? I've been following you for ten years now. My son was one of the contenders you defeated in those races. But let's make one thing sure: This is no game, girl. You don't even begin to think how many are out there who would hurt you, both physically, mentally or in stature. If you take a wrong step, you might fall into some nasty trap and get crushed just like this.-The commander stood up, took a step behind, slowly lifted a book from Aurora's shelf, and in a single swift strike, sent the mechanical fly crashing to the wall on the right side of the room.-Why did you have to do that?-screamed Aurora in the momentary anger. She jumped out of bed and started to examine the broken parts. - I spent months constructing that homunculus, and now It's almost beyond repair!-If that was what you needed to get ready... -I was already awake!-What the...-both of them got silent as the wrecked remains of the fly started to move again. The small parts moved closer, screws rolled into their sockets, the broken left wing heated up to the point, where it glowed with white light, and the whole structure of the small construct have shaken vigorously. After a few seconds, the small automaton was in the condition of the same as five minutes ago.-Please, please, let me introduce myself! I am the personal messenger of the First Engineer Man nix Tinkerbell. Do not think that it will be this simple to get rid of me. Lady Aurora, I was informed of your succession to the office, congratulations! Sadly this means that Mr Tinkerbell has deceased. So, by my internal programming, I must inform you that your mentor has altered your prototype No.13497 'Mechanical Messenger'. He then proceeded to give it partial intelligence for which I am most thankful. As my information today, I served you for three years now without you knowing that I gave information to your mentor. He collected all the data about your thinking, expressions, emotions and decided that you will be his successor and I shall tell all of this at the day he dies. His death also means that a few subtasks activated in my modules, one of them is 'advisor of the young ruler'. Commencing module activation...3...2...1. Advisor of the Young Ruler module activated.-You guys... I have to shower. Out.-Do you think she is ready for all of it?-asked the Peacekeeper on the balcony from the miniature robot flying around his head, as he lighted a smoking pipe with some sweet tobacco from Support.-Oh, she is more than up for it. You will see it soon with your own eyes. As the sun descended below the peaks of the Crag lands, the new ruler of Adamant Valley slumbered yet again in her cushy bed, her first orders were already carried out. Spoiler Hide As you see I changed the advisor. Tell me if It's fine or not. He can still play the Good devotee just that it's not typical for a golem to understand religion. Collect resources: -food5, hides (animal farms)5, sulphur1, iron5, salt3, lumber10 construct buildings: -black market -4000g -houses (new)-10000g, 5 lumber -tanner -5000g, 3 lumber -incense plantation -5000g -huntsmen lodge -3000 1 lumber Since I got the 10 lumber this turn, I can spend it right away? Train units: -nothing yet, since no resources BTW Do a warlords need weapons at all, since they got the natural attacks(slam-1d4)? Also, what resources training a monk need (they have no armor or weapons except maybe from clothes)? Name units:(this is for fluff and for easier identification) 1st Legion - Steel (War forged Battle Guards)2nd Legion - Silver (War forged Battle Guards)3rd Dragoons - Manticore(Thai-Kreen Journeymen)4th Dragoons - Hydra(Thai-Kreen Journeymen)5th Breach Defenders - Granite (Gnome Rogue)6th Breach Defenders - Basalt (Gnome Rogue)7th Breach Defenders - Marble (Gnome Rogue)8th Explorers - Diamond (Halfling Skirmishers)9th Explorers - Sapphire (Halfling Skirmishers)10th Explorers - Topaz (Halfling Skirmishers) send units: -secure the silver deposit (Topaz Explorers) -secure the Semantic crystal deposit (Sapphire Explorers) -secure the forgotten treasury (Diamond Explorers) -scout Visa lone (Manticore Dragoons) -scout Old Edgewise's Moot (Hydra Dragoons) -scout Grey Dawes Peak (Granite Breach Defenders) -scout Emic Tribal Lands (Basalt Breach Defenders) -scout Dark Woods (Marble Breach Defenders) -Steel and Silver Legions stationed at Adamant Valley. -Gavin Gear master stays at Adamant Valley. By scouting I mean that if they find anything, they retreat and give information. If they see a living thing they try to make connection if they seem friendly. What they say is usually: 'Good day to you strangers! We come with peace, in the Union's name! We have goods and information to trade (iron, sulfur, salt, sheep and horses, hides, timber), maybe we could strike a deal! Or we could just talk about our mutual interests! They do not initiate battle, and if they are ambushed, they try to retreat and hide, only fight if absolute necessary. I don't know if the 'scouting action' consumes all their movement, or they can go out and come back as well (since these territories are next to the home province). Researching: races: Goliath (assuming they need to be) classes: Ranger, Barbarian feats: Weapon Focus (two-handed sword) Unit customization: I'd like to train or retrain the existing units (how much they cost in gold and time): -Halfling Fighters to Rogues -Gnome Rogues to Fighters -Thai-Kreen Monks to Rangers (if the ranger class finished) Also when both the Goliath and the Barbarian class are researched, I want to put together a Goliath Barbarian squad (or two). Weapons: -two-handed sword, short bow, arrows Also on a side note how many feats an army does have? And how soon they can pick new feats? Upkeep: 840 Treasury: 100000-34000-840=65160g remaining. Stocks: Food20-10+5=15, hides5, sulphur1, iron5, salt3, lumber10-9=0 Also on a very serious note what will gunpowder weapons and things need? I want to go that way. That was mainly the reason I picked the salt and sulfur mines. Since the black gunpowder has three components: sulfur, saltpeter (which is a type of ionic salt) and charcoal (which is basically heated wood) Also note the Alchemist Lab. I don't want to craft them yet, just asking how to research it or something. Sorry for the lot of questions XD Great game so far, enjoying it very much :D The halls of the Death Magus's personal keep were cold and practical, as befitted their unliving ruler, but they were not without life themselves. Bass reliefs were common in the long stone corridors, often depicting terrible acts and evil deeds. Sometimes it was a graveyard in which ghouls had come to prey upon the grieving. Other times it was something more mundane, such as a market, or even the quaint kitchen or a rustic home, each desecrated by the cloying hands of the unquiet dead. Even the nature of the undead changed throughout the keep; there were mummies depicted as tyrants, vampires as assassins, ghosts as spies, morphs as murderers, zombies in numbers as to only be called a plague, and many more. But in all of them continued a single simple, but potent, theme: the dead rising to overthrow the living. And in some could be seen a single figure, often small, in the far back of the depictions. It was rumored that the figure was supposed to be Nicodemus himself, and that these creations were to stoke his ego; but a few more learned in the Unliving Empire knew that these figures were necromancers, plain and simple. A message to the living: serve in death, or serve in life. Nicodemus himself, the withered and self-styled Death Magus who ruled as master mage and emperor both, sat atop a throne of bones, his dry, parchment-like skin stretched thin over his gaunt frame. He had his hood drawn up, and baleful eyes glowed from beneath the cloth, gazing thoughtfully at his throne room as his absent-mindedly toyed with his Rod of Undead Mastery. Although there were more than a score of others in the room with him, only two were actually alive, and they numbered among the few who were sentient at all. The walls of the round room were set with a series of shallow alcoves, each of which were filled with the impressive shapes of zombified Minotaur, who remained absolutely still. No one was quite sure what their standing orders were, but it was well known that Nicodemus didn’t have to say a word for the unliving monsters to brutally destroy anyone who displeased the necromancer king. Of the two who remained, only Cynthia seemed at ease, despite the misting of her breath in the cold room. It was an impressive feat that in so warm a climate, amidst the swamplands and soaring cliffs, Nicodemus’s keep remained unnaturally cold within its walls.“Dolomite…” rasped Nicodemus in contemplation.”It could be useful to equip our hordes,” Cynthia said simply, her shoulders shrugging beneath her warm cowl. She rarely wore her armor within these walls, although whether that was because she felt safer, or because she feared her master’s unease at the gesture, none could say.“Yes…” the Death Magus rasped again after some time. “But therein lies the problem.” Synthia seemed confused. “Problem?”“Hordes…” Nicodemus said simply, rising slowly to his feet as his dark robes settled around him. “What we need are legions.” His feet hardly made a sound as he stepped down from his thrown and descended his dais. “But Dolomite could be useful. Dispatch some of our more reliable acolytes with an Breathing Horde to scout the region.“As for the dragon’s hoard… send Mikael and Revane with a small force.” Synthia bowed quickly as her master stopped before her. Rising, she said, “Mikael and Revane are not our most promising acolytes, my lord. There are others that have surpassed them in magical ability as well as innate control over our minions.”“True, but these two have ambition. I wish to see where it might take them.” He turned and began to make his way slowly towards the doors. “And if such a hoard is not as abandoned as we think, then we lose little, save for the knowledge that a dragon resides there.” He stopped and tilted his head in thought. “I have always wished to use a dragon’s corpse as my steed.” He resumed he walks.“And the timber mill? Or houses?” Cynthia asked, falling into step as they left the advisor behind in the unholy throne room. (Nicodemus often liked to prey upon the insecurities and fear of the living)“You know my will in this. See to it.”" Of course," she bowed her head.IOC:Spoiler Hide - Scout/recover Dolomite - Scout/recover Timber Mill - Scout/recover Dragon's Hoard - "recruit" undead from graveyards - Gather resources Despoiler Hide War Chief, Step has returned. The frogs fell in a glorious battle and both of the resources have been claimed for Frumpish. One swarm of claws has lost 5 units, 1 hammer has lost 2 units. We should place them in the barracks to retrain and refill their troop capacity. Warlord, house is complete foundry1 turn left Mushroom Field 1 turn left Fertile Field 1 turn left Leather working shop 1 turn left War chief, Feed your people and your upkeep. War chief, choose where to stockpile your new resources, add them to the treasury. War chief reports indicate a Bullying army has moved to Rivals, Scouts have found nothing this turn. War chief, we should begin producing leather and other equipment from the resources collected at beginning of the week. War chief Population increase, 100 hobgoblins, 75 orcs, 35 goblins War chief we have received a blessing of Frumpish (Random event), 50% breeding rate for the next 3 turns. All hail Frumpish and the orc might! LifegetsworserSpoiler Hide Phantom Queen, the forest speaks. We have secured all resources without casualties. Phantom queen, the Merchant stand is complete. (Random Event) The citizenry are so happy to have the new stand that we have received double gold this round. Smithy 1 turn remains Savage Heart Wilding lings 1 Turn remains. Phantom Queen, Scouts have reported a copper mine with a heavy wood even presence. We must destroy the Aldrin and take the mine for ourselves. We should contract additional houses. (remember to calculate your resources brought in, and to pay food and upkeep etc. Be a good time to send resources to process and to start making gear. RaunchelSpoiler Hide Dark Lady, Two units of blighted archers have taken 5 casualties. Dark lady resources secure. Scouts report Winding Havana has a heavy population of we mics and knolls battling for dominance. No other Intel has been uncovered. Scouts report Backus, a blasted and curse land over run with FAE of the Side court. Scouts report at least an enemy strength of 500 House Complete Merchant Stand complete, Random Event Dark Lady as soon as the merchant stall opened adventurers sold 1 unit of dragon bone. Population increase: 200 humans White Drake Spoiler Hide Paladin Lord, Merchant stand complete. The rest have 1 turn remaining. Paladin Lord, from the Earth erupted a new unit of Ramblers. Paladin Lord, scouts have located a small Svirneblin outpost, we should send a diplomat immediately. ShazekSpoiler Hide Chosen, resources have been secured without casualties Chosen, Crusader has been researched. Chosen Martial Study has been researched Chosen we should begin construction of additional housing, and buildings. Chosen Random Event: The spiders have escaped their holdings and attacked with fury, we have lost 500 population DrackusSpoiler Hide House complete Great Druid Resources have been secured without casualties Scout Report: Evans Folly, we have seen a group of human nomads. Scout Report: Twisted Nomadic, A small colony of Goliath's have been sighted. Scout report: Oasis of Mar, High Druid a Giant and Mighty crocodile has been sighted. It is destroying all other creatures encountered. Broken Tusk Retreat: High Druid a large orc Warren is located here. Their forces are beginning to move south. Sandy Mire: High Druid, we have seen what appears to be Metallica half dragons moving about here. No additional resources located this turn RhyphezSpoiler Hide Houses Complete, all other buildings have 1 turn remaining. Black Market Complete, Random Event, adventurers have used the market and sold 3 Rings of protection +1 (All the basic units I provided do not need anything to train. Resources have been secured. Visa lone: Scouts report nothing at this time scout Old Edgewise's Moot (Hydra Dragoons): A large and ancient ENT resides here, the ENT is indifferent, it warns of destroying nature -scout Grey Dawes Peak (Granite Breach Defenders): Scouts report Gray Dwarves -scout Emic Tribal Lands (Basalt Breach Defenders) A large colony of We mics reside here. The We mics seem indifferent, perhaps you should send an officer to open proper negotiations. -scout Dark Woods (Marble Breach Defenders): Dark things creep here, scouts have had little success -Steel and Silver Legions stationed at Adamant Valley. -Gavin Gear master stays at Adamant Valley. Scouting does to consume all movement, they may retreat as well ((Racial research unneeded you can build a unit with your races. New races will come as random events) Ranger Complete, Barbarian 1 turn Weapon Focus Complete ((Units can have as many feats as they are capable of having as class leveled characters. Retraining units cost nothing to switch already trained units. Creating new units and unit types cost between 1000 and 3000 gold plus gear. Your total number of troops can not exceed 10% of that races population) Population Increase: The Thai-kreen 30, Goliath 10, Rock Gnome 100, Strong Heart Halfling 100. Alchemist to research gunpowder would take some time, then Siege Shop. I'll get more up for you soon, within the next 4 turns should be a lot of new info Free-soiler Hide Resources Secured dead lord, We have recovered bodies, we will begin animating them. More houses required. Resources harvested Harbor looked down upon the terraces of Kara-Vuhn from his vantage point atop the mountain's summit. Midose stood beside him, advising him of the events of the past week. Midose had taken up duties as his chief advisor, allowing Harbor to spend more of his time outside the council room. He appreciated the newfound freedom, and as he gazed over the city that he ruled, he reflected on how different things were now compared to his days as an adventurer. Then he was free as the wind, roaming from town to town with his boon companions. Sighing, he shakes himself from his brooding and turns to Midose." What's the status on the building projects?"" Gold from the newly revitalized market square is flowing into the treasury, and the other works are well on their way to completion; it's likely that they will be finished by this time next week."" Good. Any news from the scouts?"" They found an outpost of svirfneblin."" Hmm... Svirfneblin agents would be a valuable asset. Send an emissary."" Halfni?"" He will serve. He's a good diplomat, and Moran is strong in him."" Order the continuation of resource scouting missions by the ramblers, and continue praying for more to swell our ranks. Their ability to move through the stone makes them incomparable at locating stones and metals. Send a unit of Iron Guild Warriors to secure the iron deposit that was located last week, and begin the construction of a mine. We still need to improve the economy, so authorize the construction of a bazaar for the trade of exotic items. Lastly, we should look into establishing a Templar order."" It shall be as you say, my lord."" Good, for we fulfill the will of Moran in this." Spoiler Hide -building a black market -training another unit of earthen ramblers -researching the Crusader class -sending a unit of Iron Guard Warriors and my officer to the gnomes -building an iron mine -scouting for resources Renamed, Phantom Queen of MytherciaThe Phantom Queen looked out at the parade that returned from her various endeavors, carrying ore, wood, and captured even and human slaves. The markets were bustling, and her citizenry was happy. However, the Queen, wearing now the aspect of the destroyer, her eyes glowing like hot coals and her skin almost Eton, approached her Hand with purpose." Kaerdelbog, more must be done. Rally three thorns, your wildings, two slingers, and two stings and prepare for battle. The foolish Wood Elves seek to claim yet more of our resources - a copper mine now." She shakes her head, sparks spitting from her mouth as she spoke. "That the mortals still claim to have better communion with nature is folly, and they shall pay the price of their stupidity in blood." Kaerdelbog inclined his head. "Your will be done, my Queen." The Duckling excused himself to make preparations.---"Drug." The Sprigged task master looked up mid-whip crack, and the fey touched he was punishing took the opportunity to return to her duties. Quickly the Sprigged dropped to his knees, returning to small size as he recognized the shadow of the Matriarch of the Forgotten in his doorway." My Queen." He snarled with as much sycophancy as he could muster." More is to be done, Drug. More housing must be created, the population of Mercia continues to grow. Spare no expense." She paused as she turned, her gaze burning into the Sprigged. "And hurry with that smithy, We will need greater weaponry and quickly."---Oscar tightened his bowstring, his eyes and hair currently the deep green that marked the aspect of the hunter, as he prepared for the day's Wild Hunt. As he stood he started momentarily, and then bowed." Phantom Queen, you grace me with your presence." The younger Kilgore said, dropping to one knee." Arise, Oscar, you are Kilgore, your actions speak well enough of your devotion to me." Renamed responded, beckoning for the ranger to regain his feet." And how may I demonstrate my devotion to you this day, Queen Renamed?" He asked, slinging the bow over his shoulder as he stood. The Queen smiled. It was a beautiful and chilling gesture. "I am told that you are the greatest scout our ranger corps possesses." She tilted her head in recognition of Oscar's talents. "So for you, I have a task. The surrounding kingdoms, I know of the fool human druids and the even greater fools the wood elves. But even I may require allies...for a time, if the goals of Mercia are to be realized. As such, I wish for you to scout the surrounding lands and provide me with their capabilities and temperaments. If they can be persuaded to align their goals with ours, it will be less than we require ourselves. If not...then we will know next where to strike." Iscari nodded in agreement. When he lifted his head, the Queen had vanished.Spoiler Hide Actions: Sell 2 units of Incense for 5,000 gold. Sell 5 berries for 3,000 gold. Commission more houses. Sending Kaerdelbog and 3 thorn blades, 1 savage hearth wildings, 2 branch slingers, and 2 stings of the wild to secure copper mine. 10 food paid to population. Receive gold from Merchant Stands and Black Market. Sending 1 sting of the wild to scout surrounding area and get information from surrounding empires. Doubling gold additions for the turn due to event. Researching Mounted Combat at Barracks. Current statistics: Gold : 57,188 Population 100,000: Kilgore: 40,000 Faun: 30,000 Duckling: 5,000 Fey touched: 20,000 Sprigged: 5,000 Resources: • Silver Mine - Produces 3 units of silver per turn. • Vineyards - Produces 10 units of berries per turn. Can be fed to population or given to alchemist. Can also be sold for 5 units/barrel for 3,000 gold. • Gem (Emerald) Mine - Produces 1–5 units of gems per turn, depending on type. • Incense Plantations - Produces 3 units of incense per turn. Worth 5,000 per two units, required to build mage towers. • Produce Gardens - Produces 10 units of food per turn. Can be fed to population or given to alchemist. • Iron Mine - Produces 5 units of iron per turn. • Iron Bark Tree - Produces 1 unit of iron bark per turn. Buildings: • Alchemist - Can convert resources into healing potions at ratio of 1:1, can produce three potions a turn. Each military unit can hold two potions. • Barracks - Recruits and supports up to 15 units. • Keep - gives control of a territory. • Jeweler - Can make jewelry out of precious metals at the rate of 1 unit per piece. Can produce three items a turn. Pieces can be enchanted, sold, or traded. • Black Market - Provides 3,000 gold a turn and can randomly produce rare resources. Maximum of 1/city. • Houses - Homes for 100,000 population • Merchant Stands - Provides 3,000 gold a turn, can randomly provide rare resources or bonus gold. Maximum of 1/city • (Being Built - Smithy, Houses) Arms and Armor: 3 healing potions, (1 to savage hearth wildings, 2 to 2 thorn blades) Resources: 3 silver, 1 incense, 7 iron, (1-5) emeralds, 2 berries, 1 granite, 1 iron bark Refined Resources: Military Units: 2 Branch Slingers (Faun Light Skirmishers) 1 Savage Hearth Wildings (Duckling Light Infantry) 4 Sting of the Wild (Kilgore Light Bowmen) 3 Thorn Blades (Kilgore Light Infantry) Being Trained: 1 Savage Hearth Wildings Upkeep: 600 Grog gazed upon the newly built housing. With the population boom, Grog was satisfied that at least this was completed.“War chief Grog!” the familiar sound of Step’s voice pierced the air. “The frogs’ bloodied corpses are all that remain of their presence. War chief, Seven warriors died in glorious battle…. Their ancestors would be proud of their courage and fury.” Grog smiled at the thought of their mutilated corpses lying in the swamps.“Excellent Step, send our men to gather all the resources and add them to our treasury until the forges and smithies are operational. Send word to the barracks to train replacement soldiers and begin researching mounted combat and Hunters.” Otep bowed, turned and went about his newly appointed tasks.“Master of building,” Grog approached the large muscular orc with a whip in hand. “Where are we in construction?” The Orc’s voice sounded like gravel shifting within his chest. “The housing is complete, the farms, forges and leather shop will be complete at the latest in a week…” he instinctively whipped a slave who paused for a moment longer then required.”Good, add to your list a market and black market…. Our coffers are running low.” The Large orc had a sadistic smile spread across his face. “Alright maggots! We have new buildings to construct! HOW DARE YOU WHINE SLAVE!” Grog started returning to his Keep with the sound of a whip cracking behind him. Soon, the Blood Bayou would be a different place…. Spoiler Hide Replace fallen soldiers Build a Market Build a Black Market Research Feat: Mounted Combat Research Class: Ranger Collect all resources Claim new resources Personage is on her knees before the Dark Lady's statue, her eyes are closed, and she whispers in the holy language: "O great Myra, I offer you this blood, we, your devoted have need of your presence, your enemies surround us. We are loyal but few, grant us your favor so we may serve you eternally, in this world and in your own." Spoiler Hide Sorry for the short post, but I don't have a lot of time right now. Train two more of the archers (1800) Build a vineyard (price unknown) Research Weapon Focus Research Elvira Death stands on his balcony over Must Nathan at the start of a new week, and smiles. His extraction of pain from the remainder of his enemies is going swimmingly, and his kingdom is growing well enough under his rule." I know you are there, Aspect. I sense your mind as I would any other. Have you a reason for this visit?"" Of course, Chosen. I come bearing reports of interesting matters. You know of the spider uprising. I... may have had a hand in that. Boredom, you understand. I suggest you work on building more houses soon - the people are cramped, even the nobles. Everything has gone well this last week overall, though." The king sighs at his advisor's admission." You caused that? Bah, I might have guessed. I will decide what to do with this information now. You may go."" I live to serve." The king sells the Agony he has produced for cheap, needing the immediate funds. Spoiler Hide Sell Agony produced from ETF for 6200 GP, half price, as is normal when PC's sell something. GP: 11990. He gives orders as to what must happen in the week to come. Spoiler Hide Building Black Market Building Vineyard Building Huntsmen Lodge -11000 GP, -1 Lumber Researching Wild Cohort Feat Researching Ranger Class Purchase a scroll of Divination (CL 7) and UMD it. Asking about the topic "Meeting with Shall'Was." - 725 GP Tracks walked throughout the beautiful Oasis, that had become home to so many, during a brief recess from his meeting with the Elemental, Heroes, and the team Sergeants from each of returning scout teams. He pondered all the information that had been presented to him, and the best courses of action. He somberly knelt among with a lovely patch of succulents and prayed to Obadiah for guidance, how was he to handle the information that had been given unto him. A great warmth grew over him, filling him with great confidence as to how he should proceed. Drackus briskly made his was back to the pavilion that he met with his many advisors. "I have prayed, and Obadiah has given me guidance."" The giant I am to deal with myself, I cannot bear to think of sending our soldiers at such a young state into battle with such an overly fierce foe. Hopefully the giant will be willing to repent of his transgressions against nature, if not, I will have to turn his great crocodile against him!"" Next, Heroes! You, my dear friend, shall take some of your Raptor an Brethren to meet with the Human Nomads of Evans Folly. Bring them food, and begin building a relationship with them. Nomadic folk generally have a deep respect and love for nature, maybe there love is already as strong as our own. We must bring them the word of Obadiah, and hopefully they will fully come into the fold."" Also, speaking of the Glider Riders! We need to train more, I know that our raptors are breeding! The raptor an are so structured, well-kept, perfect missionaries to almost any folk. I want there to be a focus, for a time, on training the Raptor an, we need soldiers, but we need missionaries to spread Obadiah's word."" Finally, I would like to expand our food production, soon we will be breeding many dinosaurs, and we will quickly exceed our current production! Build a vineyard and prepare a winery! Some of the wine we may sell, some we may drink for glorious celebrations! When all is ready, I will personally come to bless the vineyard and ensure that we may have the greatest wine the land has ever known!"" Oh! I nearly forgot... Silly me.... An Alchemist shop! We must build one at once! While I doubt we will ever produce a surplus of food, we must always be prepared for it! The food that would be wasted shall go to potions to help protect our soldiers when they should have the misfortune of heading into battle...."" Well, I must prepare to leave to take care of that horrid giant. We shall meet again soon, my friends." Spoiler Hide Break down of actions, resources and units of this turn. King: Tracks the Animal Handler Officers: Heroes the Hunter Treasury: 64,900 (Including deductions for new buildings, troops and any other purchases noted in the section below.) Population: 100,000 total Maserati: 25,000 Dhaka: 25,000 Desert Dwarves: 25,000 Raptor an: 25,000 Arms and Armor: Nothing yet Resource Production: • Oasis: 5 food per turn • Animal Farm/Trained Animals: These farms specialize in animals, they produce either 5 units of hide and 5 units of meat or may produce 5 unit of horse, or other special mounts per turn. (Livestock) • Animal Farm/Trained Animals: These farms specialize in animals, they produce either 5 units of hide and 5 units of meat or may produce 5 unit of horse, or other special mounts per turn. (Dinosaur breeding for animal companions.) • Hunting Lodges - Produces 5 hides and 5 units of meat a turn • Fremantle deposit: 1 Fremantle per turn • Edible Succulent Farms (Same as mushroom - Produces 10 units of succulents/cacti per turn Buildings: • Keep - The Oasis itself. Located at exact center of the desert. Defensive perimeters have been set, and patrols roam and keep an eye out for hostile activity. • Barracks - Enough resources for 15 units • X2 Houses - Enough for ????? Population (did this double from 100,000? I had houses for 100,000, not sure now after one turn of house production.) • Tanner - Refines hides into leather, at a rate of 5 hides per turn • Leather worker - Produces 10 units per turn • Sand sculptor: Produces Sand bricks which can stand in for lumber 3 per turn. Resources per turn: •3 Lumber •1 Fremantle •25 Food (5 from Oasis, 5 from livestock, 5 from hunting, 10 from succulents) •10 Hide Resources: • 39 Food, 1 lumber, 1 marble, 1 Fremantle, 10 hides (being converted to leather this turn.) (Includes some resources from the oasis and deductions from new structures and purchases.) Refined Resources: • None Military Units: • 2 Glider Riders (2 units of raptors with) • 4 Oasis guard • 2 Sand Dune Raiders • 2 sandstorm raiders Bred raptors, not sure how many I have produced, or how to annotate this. Upkeep: 700 (800 after completion of any new units being produced.) Building and actions this turn: Spoiler Hide - Tracks dispatched with 2 Sand Dune Raiders to the Oasis of Mar to resolve the destructive giant issue. Harm to crocodile is avoided. - Heroes dispatched with 2 Glider Riders to Evans Folly to begin establishing a relationship with the Human Nomads. Conversion to Obadiah is primary goal, secondary is to join our nation entirely. No hostilities! -Begin production of 1 Glider Rider squadron. Raptors are being generated by the farm, just need info on how many raptors per day in comparison to the riders. -Build Alchemist: The alchemist creates potions for use by the armies. One unit may have up to 2 potions. Potions are made from mushrooms, vegetables, spices, herbs etc. The Alchemist can turn 1 vegetable or 1 mushroom into a cure light wounds' potion at a rate of 3 per turn. 11,000 gold, 2 lumber. - Build Vineyard: Produces 10 units of berries per turn, these can in turn be fed to your populace or substituted for vegetables or mushrooms by the alchemist. Vineyards can also produce wine at 5 units fruit per barrel which can be traded or sold for a healthy 3,000 gold profit. -Scout the following territories (Many-Vitriol, Orenthal, ORN-Thulis, and Kara- Kuhn) for resources and other nations, using Oasis Guards. Primarily looking for damage to nature, imbalance and harm being done to nature by immediate neighbors. Scout List: -Scout Granite Quarry and harvest. Need 5 total to begin construct of Temple. -Scout Obsidian and harvest. Need 1 total to begin construct of Temple. -Scout Marble Quarry and begin harvesting. Need 5 total to begin construct of Temple. Continuing construction from 1 turn prior: Spoiler Hide -Build Barracks: The barracks is the central training grounds and housing for your soldiers. Each unit may be recruited from here costing the number of population, gold and equipment needed to make the unit. One barracks has enough resources for 15 units. -7,000 gold, 1 lumber, 100 population to staff it. -Build Incense Plantation: Incense Plantations produce Incense used in temples, mages and spells. It produces 3 units per turn, Incense has a value of 5,000 gold per 2 units and is required to build mages towers. -5000 gold -Build Fertile Fields: Produces 10 units of vegetables per turn. These 10 units can either be fed to your populace or used in alchemy. -4,000 gold -Build Merchant Stands: The merchants and market provide 3,000 gold per turn. Only one merchant stand can be built. The market has a chance of providing free rare resources or bonus gold, this is due to the fact adventurers love hocking their valuables for booze money. (Rare resources include, adamantine, Mikhail, obsidian, magic items, potions etc.). -2000 gold. -Build Animal Farm/Trained Animals: Pterodactyls (Use Eagle stats) -7,000 gold, 2 lumber, 100 population to staff it. (Using stats of Barracks, as I will be using it similarly.) -Build Animal Farm/Trained Animals: Pachycepholosaurus (Use Boar stats) -7,000 gold, 2 lumber, 100 population to staff it. (Using stats of Barracks, as I will be using it similarly.) Previous Scout Reports: Spoiler Hide • Evans Folly: we have seen a group of human nomads. • Twisted Nomadic: A small colony of Goliath's have been sighted. • Oasis of Mar: High Druid a Giant and Mighty crocodile has been sighted. It is destroying all other creatures encountered. • Broken Tusk Retreat: High Druid a large orc Warren is located here. Their forces are beginning to move south. • Sandy Mire: High Druid, we have seen what appears to be Metallica half dragons moving about here. -You can't hide from your responsibilities, Lady Iron fist.-I'm not hiding. I am working.-We are running at 150% efficiency, milady. The new housing located on the plateau are ready for occupation, and the silver mines started the production yesterday. Before the crash, it was only a messenger who could repeat a prerecorded voice pattern, but now it showed greatly increased intelligence and actual communication skills. Now it was almost as smart as a regular war forged, and much more perceptive to details. The mechanical fly now accompanied Aurora and Gavin both for some time each day, and spent the remaining time observing and communicating with the guilds. This meant that Gavin didn't have to personally give the orders to the workers, but he preferred to at least inspect how the works and construction are going.-What is this?-nodded Gavin at the pots on the table, which were filled with various colored powders and granulates.-It is none of your concern. The Valley's inventors took industrial espionage very seriously.-Everything is in my concern which concerns the Valley. Sigh.-Stand back.-I have no time for games, Princess. Aurora shrugged and reached for a wooden spoon and put half of that of yellow colored pasta into a large cauldron beside the commander.-We have the reports from last week's exploration. This was a small problem on the mechanical fly's design. When it started a task, it was nigh-impossible to stop it from completion. In times like this, when utter concentration was necessary, it was quite irritating. Aurora made a mental note about it, while taking a vial of bright blue colored pellets and shook five of them into the solution. After that, she proceeded to reach for a black colored vial with a bright red 'X' painted on it, opened it, and dripped five drops of the clear colored liquid into a metal spoon, where it immediately started fizzing and smoking. Aurora took a step forward, turned the spoon down and the fluid quickly disappeared in the cauldron. Successful location of emic tribes to the west and gray dwarves to the east confirm... Suddenly, the contents of the pot burst out, a violent explosion sprayed bright blue froth everywhere in the room. After a few seconds of silence, Gavin looked terrorized, as he stood right next to the cauldron, while Aurora was disgruntled.-What should we do?-asked the Peacekeeper in awe.-I need to refine the formula.-said the only logical answer possible to the question.-The emic people seem indifferent to our situation in the region.-The we mics are savages. They are unstable and unfaithful.-interrupted Gavin as he scraped off the blue foam from his face and body. -Well, that's why you will go and tell them that we want an alliance.-A WHAT?!-You prefer to let them get allied, enslaved or eradicated by other nations?-But why not the dwarves?-They are a tougher nut to crack. I'm sure they are already scouting us, and if we present ourselves to others nicely, they might be more friendly later. Once again, Gavin had to give it to Aurora. Although he still didn't trust the emic option at all, they had to at least try to make open contact with them. The Peacekeeper saluted and departed to the direction of the entrance.-Oh and Gavin... take these.-As he turned, the girl passed him a tiny walnut box from of a fully stuffed drawer in her desk. -One for you and gift the other one to the emic leader.-Where did you get these?-asked Gavin as he folded out the parts of the box, and saw two teal-colored metal rings, inlaid with glowing runes.-Its none of your concern, Mr Gear master. Smiled Aurora as a large mass of the blue foam fall down covering the exact position where she was moments before. Spoiler Hide Actions Send 1 Units each of the troops (total 4) to Emic Tribal Lands and make contact with them. Gavin Gear master goes too. "Hail great warriors of the steppe! We came with peace to this place, offering you negotiations about a Declaration of Friendship. We can offer you protection from the rival empires, such as Seaport, in turn we would like a few warriors of yours to join to our side. Furthermore, we are giving you a Gift of Friendship, 1000 gold and a Ring of Protection+1 to your leader. Furthermore, we can trade as well, we have a few types of goods (all the mundane goods above), and can make weapons to the highest level. Our, Lady Iron fist is a renowned crafter of magic items, she can make items you can't even imagine! Scout Grey Dawes Peak (Granite Breach Defenders) Scout Visa lone (Hydra Dragoons) Scout Dark Woods(2 Explorers) Scout Totemic Plains (Basalt Breach Defenders) Silver Legion stationed at Adamant Valley Researching Barbarian class and Weapon focus(Long spear) Crafting Long spears at maximum rate Starting Construction of 3 Timber Mill and 1 Animal Farm Can the Semantic crystal be used to 'enchant' war forged, or just golems? If yes, then how many can be done in 1 turn and I proceed to start converting the Silver Legion War forged. Nicodemus’s claw-like feet made no sound as he walked through the moist dirt, his unholy cloak billowing gently in the soft breeze that did little to cool the stifling heat of the swamplands. Behind creaked the massive skeletons of trolls, back by rotting zombified ogres, his bodyguard when he ventured from his keep.“Tell me, Cynthia, of your beliefs,” he croaked without warning to his ever-present lieutenant. Synthia blinked in surprise, for her master had said nothing until now. She considered his question, taking her time in answering. She knew he wouldn’t mind, for the undead were ever patient, and Nicodemus rarely suffered foolishness lightly. “The inevitability of death, and the potential of immortality,” she said at length.”No word of Neural? Nor Verna? No god fuels your actions?” the Death Magus pressed.“No, my lord. I pledge servitude to you for the power you represent, and for the greatness I can achieve at your side. You can promise me unlimited power and life. The gods can promise only faith.” Cracked lips peeled back to reveal yellowed teeth as Nicodemus smiled. “A good answer.” The gathering continued through the rotting city, pausing briefly as Nicodemus assessed the progress of his burgeoning empire. He stood before the mausoleums that acted as the homes for his armies. He said nothing as he walked, while nigh-mindless corpses of kobolds, dwarfs, elves, and humans shied away from the font of negative power that was the dread necromancer. His silent walk came to an end in an empty field, half sodden with fetid swamp. “I gave you a choice once,” he rasped. “Do you remember it?”“Of course,” Cynthia answered without hesitation. “To serve you in life, or in death. I chose life.” She smiled at the irony of her statement.“You did indeed. The living can often be an asset to the dead,” the Death Magus mused aloud. “Are there more, who can be made to see as you?” Synthia’s smile broadened as she followed her master’s line of thinking, “I can find more.”“Good. Here you will train them. But first, I have some things to teach you…” Spoiler Hide Turn orders: Research Feat: Corpse crafter Research Class: Cleric Build Order: Houses Build Order: Black Market Scout region for additional resources. Round 3:White Drake Spoiler Hide The Svirneblin: halt Stranger! We are the Miners Guild and you are far from your holds. I am Sickle Bottom boggle, foreman of this outpost. What Brings you Here? Unit Completion: The ground rumbles are the stone its self rises, Moran has heard your plea and the Ramblers have arrived. Research Complete: Crusader Class now Available. Black Market Complete. Scouts have reported nothing unusual. Although they have found a valuable blue diamond and sent it to the treasury (5,000 gold) Your Advisor Speaks: Paladin Lord, We should expand the housing district, blessing of Moran and the rest of the dwarves gods will come soon in the form of something new. I feel it deep within my very being. Population Growth: 343 Dwarves, 100 small elementals, 45 Medium Elementals LifeGetsworses:Spoiler Hide Resources and values have been changed, check the chart this turn it goes into effect, you get what you did last turn etc. still though. Copper mine Secured: No casualties. Scouting: The Sting was ambushed by a group of human druids, loosing 15 members of the unit. They were barely able to escape. They report the Druids of the West Weir are amassing an army on the border of Vagabonds Tamer and may soon move into that territory. Research Complete: Mounted Combat Gem Gain (gems have changed check the building guide thing, this is total for all rounds as of this point) 4 Emeralds (worth 1k), 2 Diamonds (worth 1200) 3 Garnet (Worth 300) 1 Gold Star (Rare Gem, worth 5,000 should be investigated further) Smithy/ houses Complete Population increase 232 Kilgore, 100 Fauns, 10 Sprigged 131 Ducklings Despoiler Hide War chief Our soldiers have been returned to full strength, all hail Frumpish! Research Completed Resources Claimed. War chief Scouts have reported Sightings on the Bullying Army moving closer they are in Blue Bloods Swamp. Their army is close to 500 souls, we should move quickly and crush them before they gather more strength. Random Event: The Blessings of Frumpish have fallen upon you, For the next 3 turns Barbarians have double the health! RaunchelSpoiler Hide Archers Complete Vineyard Complete Research Complete Dark Lady a swarm of undead have been detected in the mountains, they seem far more intelligent and ruthless than ours. Dark Lady Scouts have returned with 1 unit of Adamantine. ShazekSpoiler Hide Construction Complete (Starting this round huntsmen lodge is a resource building to be scouted, the one you just built is still yours though) Research is Complete divination: Shall'Days Comes soon, he seeks you, and he will find you DrackusSpoiler Hide ((When breeding special mounts beast you get 1 per turn from your animal farm. Takes 1 unit to mount Calvary or 1 unit to form a war beast unit) Tracks and the Giant: The massive crocodile has no master, its flesh is covered in massive sores and oozing, it is a plague touched creature. A Remnant of the time of the gods war on the world. The creature snarls and snorts at you as you watch it. There is no cure for it but death. The Nomads: Greetings Traveler I am Hi bash Wind sworn, Son of Hybrid. We have watched you and your people for many ages now. He extends a long, skinny finger : We are the remnants of the Thad-Muss, ancient servants of the Elementals and elemental blooded. We would welcome peace and a chance to trade with you since the Elemental sways with you. But time will tell if we shall aid you, your actions must speak for you. Scouting (Many-Vitriol, Orenthal, ORN-Thulis, and Kara- Kuhn) for resources and other nations, using Oasis Guards. Primarily looking for damage to nature, imbalance and harm being done to nature by immediate Scouts have been only lightly successful, They have found and dispatched a group of knolls in ORN-Thulis bringing back 1 unit of long sword. Scouts Report Kara-Vuhn is inhabited by Dwarves construction and Research Complete. RyphezSpoiler Hide Emic negotiations: The Emic Chief ten is a large and burly beast even for one of its kind. Its hide is marred with countless scars and above its eye is a birthmark that looks like a unicorn. The creature sniffs the ring" A vision came, it said that you would come. The Ancestor spirit guides us, guides you. Friendship is far, but war is even farther. We the Barren Tribe, have little to offer but meat and hide. But we could trade that for faith and iron." Scout Grey Dawes Peak (Granite Breach Defenders) A massive red dragon swoops down and attacks the Defenders, in a frantic fight and flight they loose half of their members. Scout Visa lone (Hydra Dragoons) Scouts have returned with 1 unit of fire elements. Scout Dark Woods(2 Explorers) After what one of them calls a massive battle with spider like beings, or probably externals the explorers return. Having lost 10 members and 3. They return with 3 units of silk, 2 poison, 1 mushroom and marking the location of a cave. Scout Totemic Plains (Basalt Breach Defenders) A pride of strange baboon like men were observed, they screeched and flung crude spears and what we hope was mud. We decided it was best not to butcher the natives without your say. Silver Legion stationed at Adamant Valley Researching Barbarian class and Weapon focus(Long spear)Complete Crafting Long spears at maximum rate: 1 unit crafted. Starting Construction of 3 Timber Mill and 1 Animal Farm (both complete, check new building and resource guide) Population increase/Random Event: Salt Shortage- Ohh dear a collapse in the salt mines has left us with a shortage reducing our population growth. Only 33 Goliath's. Yes the crystals can be used on War forged. Free-soiler Hide Research Feat: Corpse crafter Complete Research Class: Cleric Complete Build Order: Houses Complete Build Order: Black Market Complete Scout region for additional resources. A copper mine has been found and needs secured. An Iron Mine has been found and needs secured. Next round ill have your advisor and stuff done Grog took a final glance over his weekly reports. All construction, research and training is complete.“War chief!” Step ran into Grog’s chambers out of breath dripping sweat.“Scouts have reported Sightings on the Bullying Army moving closer they are in Blue Bloods Swamp. Their army is close to 500 souls, we should move quickly and crush them before they gather more strength.” Grog stood up quickly. “Rally all the troops Step, I will personally see to this matter… you are to control our land in my absence.” Grog gave both of his whips a crack as he left the keep… the drums of war sounding in the distance. Spoiler Hide Grog, 2 Berserk, 5 swarms of claws, 2 swarms of arrows, and 1 hammer unit are to take care of the Bullying army. Grog states upon arrival "Lay down your arms and join us or join your ancestors in the afterlife!" should they refuse, Grog and his warriors commence battle. Research Feat: Phalanx Fighting Research Class: Warlock I will post the RP later, here is all my details. Having to figure out how to deal with the changes, wasted some time and resources, so need to figure out a good way to depict in the RP. Spoiler Hide Break down of actions, resources and units of turn 3. King: Tracks the Animal Handler Officers: Heroes the Hunter Treasury: 67,100 (Including deductions for new buildings, troops and any other purchases noted in the section below.) Population: 100,000 total Maserati: 25,000 Dhaka: 25,000 Desert Dwarves: 25,000 Raptor an: 25,000 Arms and Armor: Nothing yet Resource Production: • Oasis: 5 food per turn?????????? • Animal Farm (Replaces all animal based Production facilities) The animal farm raises and rears animals for slaughter, for mounts or for military units. The Farm produces either 5 head of cattle/goats/pigs etc. which are worth 1 food 1 hide for slaughter, or 2 horses or 1 special animal.(Livestock) 1 build slot • Animal Farm (Replaces all animal based Production facilities) The animal farm raises and rears animals for slaughter, for mounts or for military units. The Farm produces either 5 head of cattle/goats/pigs etc. which are worth 1 food 1 hide for slaughter, or 2 horses or 1 special animal. (Raptors) 1 build slot • Animal Farm (Replaces all animal based Production facilities) The animal farm raises and rears animals for slaughter, for mounts or for military units. The Farm produces either 5 head of cattle/goats/pigs etc. which are worth 1 food 1 hide for slaughter, or 2 horses or 1 special animal. (Pachycephlosaurus, use boar stats.) 1 build slot • Animal Farm (Replaces all animal based Production facilities) The animal farm raises and rears animals for slaughter, for mounts or for military units. The Farm produces either 5 head of cattle/goats/pigs etc. which are worth 1 food 1 hide for slaughter, or 2 horses or 1 special animal. (Pterodactyl, use eagle stats.) 1 build slot • Hunting Lodges - Produces 5 hides and 5 units of meat a turn • Fremantle deposit: 1 Fremantle per turn • Edible Succulent Farms (Same as mushroom - Produces 5 units of succulents/cacti per turn •Incense Plantation - Produces 1 per turn •Fertile Fields(Kellie Field Also): Fertile Fields produce Grains, Grains can be used to feed the populace or make Ale. 6 Grain per turn. 1 building slot •Vineyard: Produces Berries which can be turned into food for the population or wine. 6 berries per turn 1 build slot Buildings: Building slots: 3 (not including Tier 1, which is what the keep says.) or 12, which is what each building says I would be at. • Keep - The Oasis itself. Located at exact center of the desert. Defensive perimeters have been set, and patrols roam and keep an eye out for hostile activity. • X 2 Barracks - Enough resources for 25 units 1 build slot • X2 Houses - Enough for ????? Population (did this double from 100,000? I had houses for 100,000, not sure now after one turn of house production.) • Tanner - Refines hides into leather, at a rate of 5 hides per turn 1 building slot • Leather worker - Produces 3 units per turn 2 build slots •Merchant Stands: Produces 3,000 gold per turn. Chance of random event 1 build slot •Alchemist: The Alchemist turns meat, produce and fruit into potions. Cure moderate wounds takes 3 units. More potions may be researched 1 slot Resources per turn: •3 Lumber (sand sculptor) •1 Fremantle •Food (5 from Oasis???, 10 meat, 6 berries, 5 succulents, 6 grain) •10 Hide •1 Incense (Incense plantation) Resources: • 30 Food (mixed, sudden food change makes me unsure), 4 timber, 1 marble, 2 Fremantle, 11 hides (being converted to leather this turn.), 6 leather. Refined Resources: • None Military Units: • 3 Glider Riders (3 units of raptors with) • 4 Oasis guard • 2 Sand Dune Raiders • 2 sandstorm raiders (End goal is to have even numbers of each race, in the roles that I have listed below in "Actions this turn") (Not sure of resource cost of solo Dino.) Upkeep: 800 Building and actions this turn: - Purchase 8 granite - Purchase 4 incense - Purchase 12 wine (No idea how much this cost me, as the pay charts are for selling, not buying.) -Begin construction on 4 Abbie's. - Begin construction of a new keep in Oasis of Mar in order to protect against future giant crocs! (Only if I am actually at 12 building slots.) -Begin research on druid, was under the impression I couldn't do this, else I would have done so first round. -Begin research of animal companion, if this is even needed, just making stuff up at this point. -Retrain all of my units to druid class, if I can, not particularly sure what can or can't be done in this regard. (Maserati will be sneaky melee druids, companions are the raptors. Desert Dwarves will be melee tank druids, no animal companion, instead they use the ACF in the PHB2 for shapeshifting. Raptor an will be ranged, using slings and their companions are the pterodactyls. And the Bhutan are my healers/cast types, their companions are the pachycephlosaurus.) -Talk with the Nomads more and find out what resources they have and need. -Sell Long sword unit, useless for druids :P (How much do I get from this???) Scout List Goals: NA this turn, all units are being retrained. Previous Scout Reports: Spoiler Hide • Evans Folly: we have seen a group of human nomads. Spoiler Hide Interactions with: Greetings Traveler I am Hi bash Wind sworn, Son of Hybrid. We have watched you and your people for many ages now. He extends a long, skinny finger : We are the remnants of the Thad-Muss, ancient servants of the Elementals and elemental blooded. We would welcome peace and a chance to trade with you since the Elemental sways with you. But time will tell if we shall aid you, your actions must speak for you. • Twisted Nomadic: A small colony of Goliath's have been sighted. • Oasis of Mar: High Druid a Giant and Mighty crocodile has been sighted. It is destroying all other creatures encountered. • Broken Tusk Retreat: High Druid a large orc Warren is located here. Their forces are beginning to move south. • Sandy Mire: High Druid, we have seen what appears to be Metallica half dragons moving about here. •Many-Vitriol •Orenthal: •ORN-Thulis: have found and dispatched a group of knolls in ORN-Thulis bringing back 1 unit of long sword. •Kara- Kuhn: is inhabited by Dwarves [/SPOILER]

War, Cometh this way. ( total War)|rating:3.0

Dream Job (Closed for Pywakit and And 1)

IC Andrew Stephen's looked through the papers and sighed. It had been 6 months since he had lost his job due to the company he worked for in their words 'getting rid of services deemed unnesscery'. So far he had found nothing and was about to go out and spend his time looking at things he couldn't dream of buying due to saving his money for the rent. Suddenly he saw this notice,"Wanted one male aged 21-30 for a role in our latest production, No experience needed"the add read." Well I always wanted to be an actor" he formed grabbing the ad and leaving his apartment little knowing that his life was about to change. Pink Rabbit Productions Evan drummed his fingers on his desk in frustration. He'd interviewed nearly two dozen guys today for the new position, but not one of them fit the bill. Some were obviously strung out on drugs, others were a bit TOO eager to get the job. Most were just plain ugly. Hell... porn had been headed into the garbage bin for years because of the lack of standards, and he was sure as hell going to do his best to keep SOME level of class in the biz. If he could just find the right guy. But all the appointments were through for the day, andWeresluts of Mars was scheduled to start filming early next morning. If he couldn't find a star... he'd have to scrap the whole script and start over." Damn the fuckin' Chad Jacksons of the world anyway," he said. Chad had quit the movie... quit the INDUSTRY only a few days ago, saying that he'd "Found God" and couldn't take part in "Shutter" anymore. Which was fine for Chad, but it kind of left Evan in a lurch. Because Chad had been playing the role of Captain Rex Thunder, the man who crashes on Mars with his ship full of young women who were destined to become were sluts... but now... He looked back through the day's applicants. That Brad guy... he wasn't TOO hideous. They could CGI out the mole if it came to it. The problem was that Brad barely spoke any English at all. A pretty big problem, since Rex Thunder was supposed to be British." Fuck it," Evan cursed. He was reaching for the phone to give Brad's agent a call, when the speaker chirped and Mindy's voice came over the speaker." Mr. Anderson? There's a man here about the job. I told him to make an appointment, but he seems pretty desperate about interviewing. What should I do?" Evan shrugged, then sat back in his chair. One more cold interview off the street couldn't hurt." Send him in, Mindy. Send him in." Andrew arrived at where the interviews for the film were taking place, the job it seemed had attracted a lot of interest, and he had to wait before seeing the secretary to secure a place. He waited noticing the rest of the applicants come and go before final being sent through. He entered the producers office and sat in front of him, Andrew noticed behind the man were some posters for movies with barely covered men and women on the front in some very interesting poses." So sir umm I'm here about your movie" he said softly a bit nervous as he looked around the room. Evan Anderson, Producer Evan's eyebrows arched as the man stepped into the room. EASILY the most graceful looking guy he'd seen all day, graceful and handsome and more to the point, fillable. Knowing Evan's luck, he'd turn out to just be stopping in to use the bathroom." Good afternoon; Evan Anderson," he said as he extended his hand to shake, then indicated the chair on the other side of his desk. "Please, have a seat. It's unusual for us to take cold interviews right off the street, but as it works out, you caught me in a generous mood." He smiled." So, tell me a bit about yourself. Your name, your experience, all that. Why do you want to be in pictures?" Andrew shook Even's hand as he sat down,"well my name is Andrew Stephan's experience umm well I did the school show in high school but nothing since" he answered softly. He then looked straight at Even,"I want to be in pictures simply as I don't currently have a job" he said getting straight to the matter. He then waited for Even to say something unsure weather he would get the part or not. Evan Anderson, Producer Evan listened as Andrew spoke, nodding here and there. He was obviously a novice at the whole scene, and the more Evan listened, the more he realized that was exactly what he needed. Someone who could perform but who didn't act like a porn star." Interesting," he mused, then took a breath. "Andrew... you're aware of the type of movies that we here at PRP produce, yeah?" Andrew thought for a moment,"yes I do know the films you produce" he said softly truth be told he probably have some of those films on DVD at home. Andrew looked up at Evan and waited for the producer to say weather he had the job or not, the clock ticking slowly behind him. Evan Anderson, Producer Evan took a breath, then let it out slowly. Assuming this guy had everything working and all that, he was the best bet Evan had seen all day." Well... to tell the truth, I'm pretty desperate. No knock on you, Andrew; you certainly look like you can do the part, but if you've never done a movie like this before, well... it's tougher than it looks. But I tell you what." He handed Evan a stack of forms. "Fill these out. They're mostly for insurance, and some personal information so we can pay you. The tricky part is the tests; we'll need you to get a doctor to check you out to make sure you're clean. We have several doctors we use regularly; the four on that list there accept walk-in patients and are pretty quick about the turnaround. The sooner you can get us these forms and the tests all filled out... the better. We start filming our next movie tomorrow, but I can take care of the non-sex scenes first. If you can be ready to come to work by Friday... AND if you can perform under the lights... the job is yours!" Andrew listed to Even explain everything and hand him some forms, he briefly looked through them before standing up to leave." I'll get these forms filled in and done this afternoon and bring them in tomorrow" he promised Even and shook his hand and left the building knowing that he had half a hold on the job and the rest was up to him. Andrew spent the rest of the day getting the various forms done getting the odd surprised look at his new perspective employment. At home, he signed the forms and placed them somewhere safe before settling down for dinner. The next day he returned to where his interview had taken place, Even's secretary smiled and told him to take a seat as she contacted her boss to let him know that Andrew was there. Evan Anderson, Producer Evan was grinning broadly as he stepped into the outer office to greet Andrew." And there he is! Our new star! At least, if you still want the job, Andrew. Mindy here says your paperwork's all in top shape and everything's in place. Which is great, 'cause my director's champing at the bit to get filming. You ready to go? We can take my car to the set if you are..." Evan was already pulling on his jacket and heading for the front door. Andrew smiled as Even came out of his office to meet him,"sure let's go" he answered curious to meet the director. Soon he and Even were driving towards the set giving Andrew a short time to think, he was worried that he might not be up to the task and hoped it was just nerves. They arrived at the set and Andrew followed Even, he noticed that various people were at work setting things up and yet there were no signs of those he would be acting with. Even found the director and talked to him before introducing Andrew to him,"pleased to meet you" he said shaking the directors hand as Even watched next to them. Ted Lancaster, Director Ted shook Andrew's hand, then stepped back to size him up." This all you could do, Evan?" he asked as he stalked a quick circle around Andrew. "He seems kind of short. The costumes are for a guy who's at least half a foot taller." Evan shrugged. "He won't be in costume for long, yeah? Doesn't his character spend most of the movie naked? Or at least wearing that leather thing?" Ted snorted. "Good point. Fine. Andrew, huh? You have a chance to read the script yet?" Andrew felt a bit uneasy as Ted circled round him,"no I really haven't taken a look at the script yet" he answered Ted's question giving Even a quick look. Ted just nodded and had a quick word with one of his assistants while Andrew waited curious to what was to happen next. Ted Lancaster, Director Ted shrugged, then sat back in his chair and snapped his fingers, waving for an assistant to bring over the script. It was pretty short, barely 15 pages long, but then there wasn't all that much dialog in the movie... He handed the script to Andrew." Here ya go. Give it a quick look over. Your character's Rex Thunder, an astronaut manning a two-person rocket to Mars." He nodded at the rocket ship command deck set that took up most of the nearby sound stage; it obviously took much of its inspiration from old Star Trek episodes, with a big blue screen on the central wall, but there were only two large chairs facing the screen. Large, well-padded chairs." The scene we're about to do is one where you and your co-pilot, the lovely and talented Sara Sighs, are preparing to land on Mars. We'll put in the Mars shit on screen in post, but for now, you just need to jerk that joystick around and say your lines... the one about, 'We're going down!' You guys are about to crash, you see, but as you say that the slut ray hits your ship and Sara's character says, 'You mean I'm going down' and then it goes from there." He glanced at Andrew again." Well? Get backstage and get your costume on! We start filming in ten!" Andrew took the script and gave it a quick look through noting where is lines were which mostly consisted of him saying mayday and that the ship was going down. He glanced back at Even and gave back a slight smile before taking off to get into costume passing the ship nearby. He arrived just before it was time to shoot, Ted and Even were discussing final details when Andrew dressed in his bright red space uniform appeared." So any positions we're to do and such" he asked as they waited for Ms Sighs to arrive on set. Ted Lancaster, Director Ted sat back in his director's chair." Positions? Oh... well, I've found that scheduling a list of positions to hit makes things seem mechanical. I set things up, and basically let the actors improvise. Sara's done plenty of scenes, so you can pretty much just let her take the lead if you want and follow along. I'm sure you'll get the hang of it." Andrew nodded and waited patiently for Ms Sighs to arrive, he gave the script one more flick through as the camerae were being set up. Soon Sarah Sighs arrived and walked over to Ted giving him a soft kiss on the cheek and Even a hug as he stood nearby before turning round to see Andrew. Sara Sighs Sara had been watching the set on one of the monitors in the green room; she'd been curious about the new star. Fresh off the street... the new guys were always the most fun. When they didn't panic and go all limp once the cameras were rolling, of course. Would this guy be able to deliver? Finally in her costume, a form-fitting latex and rubber spacesuit that clung to her ample curves but revealed no skin below the neck, she stood and walked out onto the set." So you're the new star, huh?" she asked after giving Ted a quick hello kiss on the cheek. She leaned against one of the chairs on the set and looked him over, knowing that he was doing the same. Her bright red hair was up in a tight bun, wound around a pair of red metal rods and fastened with pins; the hair would come down soon enough, but for now it needed to stay out of the way for this first scene. Her eyes, rimmed with dark makeup, were sparkling green orbs, and her lips full and red and ready. Andrew smiled at Sara as she sat across from him, he had seen her on film admittedly and mostly with her clothes off still she looked even more beautiful up close and in the flesh.' Yes I guess I am, its an honor to meet you Ms Sighs" he said as the waited for Ted to say the scene was ready to be shot. They sat across from each other looking at each other until Ted said it was time to get started so Andrew and Sara could take their places. Sara Sighs Sara looked up as Ted called for everyone to take their positions, then slid into the co-pilot's chair to the left of where Andrew would be sitting. She reached out and patted him on the knee, then leaned over and whispered to him, "Don't be nervous, hon; just hit your lines and let me do all the work on this one. You just need to hold back as long as you can. And when you're about to blow, just drop your hand to my side out of sight of the camera and give me a quick tap, so I know when to pull back for the money shot." She winked at him. "You'll do fine." As Ted called for quiet on the set, Sara sat back in her chair. In a few more seconds, she heard the director's voice." Aaaaaand... ACTION!" (IOC Sorry if I've kept you waiting I had soccer practice this evening so was a bit late getting online)Andrew smiled "understood I'll do my best" he said before taking his seat in the pilots chair. He watched and waited as Ted called for quiet on the set running through the lines in his head one last time as the director called action." This is spacecraft 7 no trouble to report" Andrew said before gazing across at Sara,"so Ensign Sighs this is your 1st mission" he continued then waited for her to respond with her lines.Then ship started to shake,"Hamm something strange from that planet has caught on to us" he said before trying the controls,'Spaceport mayday this is spacecraft 7 We're going down" Andrew said and listened as Sarah said her line which meet the sex part of the scene was about to begin Sara Sighs As Andrew said his line, "We're going down!" Sara stood up and acted like she was in a trance, weaving a bit before she turned to face Andrew. "Correction, Captain," she said, then reached up and tugged the zipper along the front of her suit. She pulled it down and slid out of it in one fluid motion, her huge tits jiggling as they popped into view, the pale flesh just above her shaved sex decorated with a shooting star tattoo." I'm going down. On you!" She slid in between his legs, pressed them apart, and began to work at his zipper. Andrew as per scripted raised an eyebrow is surprise as Sara stood up and removed her uniform,"Ensign Shift what are you doing" he stammered in shock as Sara's breasts appeared as she became nude. Andrew watched as she tugged at his zipper, he heard it unzip and felt his pants fall round his ankles as Sara reached for his cock complementing its size." Ensign Sighs stop aimed .... oh god" he gasped as Sara began to suck him eagerly teasing and playing with his cock showing her experience as the camera's rolled with Ted issuing direction from his chair. Sara Sighs Sara moaned lustfully as she took Andrew's cock into her mouth. Her hand wrapped around his base, and as she licked and suckled his head she began to jack him, milking him with slow strokes with one hand while the other slid down under his balls. Andrew moaned as Sara sucked and licked away at his cock,"uh ensign Sighs that feels so good" he whispered moving his hand onto Sara's hair and stroking her hair. He stared ahead as Sara continued going down of him ripples of pleasure going down his spine,"sit up ensign let me see your sexy pussy" he told her moving back. Sara moved onto her chair and Andrew kneeled down and began to lick away sucking on her clit as the camera focused on them. Sara Sighs Sara groaned as she leaned back, still tasting his cock on her lips as he slid in to suckle her own sex. She ran a hand over his head, twining fingers in his hair as she hooked her left leg up around his shoulder and then spread her right wide, draping it over the rim of the chair to give the camera an obscured view of how his tongue was working her." Oh... oh yes, Captain... suck me... stick your tongue up in me... yes! THERE! YES!" Andrew felt Sara move her leg up onto his shoulder as she gave him greater access to Ger pussy. Andrew darted his tongue in and out of her pussy feeling her juices on his tongue and eagerly lapping them up, he felt Sara tug on his hair as she enjoyed the sensation of his tongue and lips." I think it's time for re-entry" Andrew spoke moving away from Sara's pussy and standing up, she smiled utterly at him and moaned as Andrew entered her pussy with his hardened cock,"Oh ensign Sighs your pussy is so good your very naughty" Andrew exclaimed as he began thrusting his hands playing with Sara's breasts as she moaned encouragement. Sara Sighs Sara did indeed begin moaning as she felt his immense cock sliding up inside her. "Oh shit, Captain! Take care on that re-entry... you don't want to burn up!" She gripped the sides of the chair now, and began thrusting rapidly back against him. Andrew smiled at Sara's comments and continued driving his cock deep into her pussy, his hands reached out and pinched and played with her nipples teasing them. They moved in a perfect Union moaning in delight and encouraging each other on,"oh ensign I could do re-entry with you all the time" Andrew called out moving faster. He could feel his climax drawing nearer and remembering what Sara told him moved his hand to the side and tapped her to let her know he was close. Sara Sighs Sara arched her back and thrust against him, and almost didn't notice him tapping at her side. Immediately, she slid off of him and down off the chair, his cunt-wet cock sliding up her body, the sensitive head dragging a trail of moisture along her belly and between her tits until she was sitting between his legs, his dick spasming against her cheek. She grabbed him, aimed his cock at her open mouth, and started pumping, eager to take the money shot. Andrew watched as Sara slid off him and run his cock over her breasts touching her skin, he watched as she began to pump it looking for the money shot."Oh, yes Ensign you'll get promoted for this" he told her waiting for his orgasm, the camera was moved closer ready to catch the moment. Andrew arched back and cried out,"oh yes I'm cumming oh fuck its so good" he cried out as his cock shot out a thick stream of cum coating Sara as she swallowed some of his cum looking well pleased. Once finished Ted called cut and Sara stood up and hugged Andrew still slowing jerking his cock until his orgasm subsided. Ted moved to them and spoke as Andrew slowly came down from his climax. Ted Lancaster, Director"Armand... CUT!" Ted slid out of his chair, clapping. "Well done, you two! Hot, HOT shit there! Good stuff!" An attendant handed Sara a damp towel, and she began to clean Andrew's sperm from her face; she shot him a wink as she left the stage to return to the green room. Ted took Andrew aside and shook his hand." I think you might be a natural, Andrew. But there's more to making porn than doing good on screen... it's doing good A LOT. As in... how long do you think it'll be before you can do the next scene?" Andrew smiled as Sara gave him a wink after she had cleaned his seed off her face, he was glad that Ted had been pleased with the scene and was looking forward to the next scene." Um 5–10 minutes then I'll be ready" he told Ted after working out when he would next be ready to go, he waited for Ted to let him know what was planned next his confidence up from the first scene. Ted Lancaster, Director Ted pursed his lips. "Five to ten minutes, huh?" he asked. "Well... we'll have to get you trained for faster turnarounds. For now, we're cool. The next scene takes place down on Mars. You've been captured, and the Martian Queen has thrown you into prison, and you've just found your way out into her harem. It's a scene with two other actresses, Katie Bangs and Siren, so be ready. And let me know if you want to try using a fluffed or some Viagra or something," he added with a chuckle. Andrew listened to Ted explain the next scene,"okay I understand and umm I should be fine" he told Ted not keen on using Viagra or even knowing what a fluffed was. Andrew then headed off to change into the leather thing Even had mentioned earlier, he moved round adjusting to it until a crew member told him it was time to head back for the scene. Andrew nodded and walked back to where the next scene was going to be shot ready to go and excited to meet 2 more of his co-stars. Katie Bangs and SyrenKatie and Siren giggled as they finished adjusting each other's skimpy costumes. They matched in more ways than their space harem costumes; both girls had long black hair, matching skull tattoos on their ass cheeks, and matching piercings (naval, nipple, ear, nose, and tongue). They'd done plenty of goth porn movies together before, and were looking forward to branching out into sci-fi." So... I hear the new guy's hung like a horse, Siren," Katie said with a giggle." God, I hope so. It's so tiring faking it... pretending to be having a good time with some chump who's barely got anything going on where it counts," Siren answered. The two girls were still giggling as they came out and took their places on the set. Andrew smiled as his next 2 co-stars arrived at the set, for a moment he could swear that Kathie and Siren were twins so a like did they look." Hi I'm Andrew nice to meet you: he said softly shaking the hands. Both ladies looked him up and down and smiled approvingly no doubt looking forward to the scene." Ted I'm about ready so what's the plan for this scene" he asked the director who greeted the girls before checking with an assistant that everything was ready. Ted Lancaster, Director"Okay then!" Ted said loudly, clapping his hands. "We're about ready; can I have silence? Great. Now, this scene has your character, Andrew, coming into this room in the Martian Queen's palace. You stumble into her harem, and these two lovely earth women she's captured threaten to turn you over to her unless they're satisfied. Take a moment to study your lines, and then we'll have at it!" Andrew listened to Ted explain the scene,"got it I'll check my lines now" he replied picking up the script and giving it a look through." Please I'll do anything" he read noting that it was after he said that line that the sex would begin,"any suggestions for any positions or anything ladies" he asked both Katie and Siren as the cameras were being set. Katie and SyrenKatie and Siren looked at Andrew, then looked at each other and smiled. "Why don't you let us take care of that, Andrew? All you need to do is come in here and act like you're trying to get to the other side. We'll take care of the rest!" Andrew nodded,"fair enough" he said before moving off to wait for his cue, he went through his lines as he waited. Ted soon called action, and he entered the harem set,"oh excuse me ladies" he said appearing that his character had come into the room by chance. Andrew waited as Katie and Siren said their lines preparing himself for the next sex scene to begin,"please I'll do anything" he said pleading for them to help his escape. Katie and Strength girls' eyes widened as Andrew stepped into the room." What have..." Siren began. Katie finished: "...we here?" The two girls stood up from the pile of pillows and sheets, and Andrew got a good look at their costumes for the first time. Each girl wore a matching skimpy robe consisting of sparkling black and red jewels draped over their breasts and midriffs, with matching g-strings made of what looked like snake skin." You aren't allowed in here...""...under pain of death...""...so unless you want us to raise the alarm...""...you better give us something to keep us quiet!" Andrew's eyes widened, and he took a step back pretending to be unsure of what his character could offer the two sexy harem girls before looking up at them a more retired OK in his eyes. Moving over to Katie he kissed her first moving his tongue over her lips seductively, he then moved to Siren and did the same again running his tongue over a pair of sexy lips." There's more where that came from" he said smiling before pulling the two to him and guiding their hands to his crutch to feel his hardening cock in the leather pants, the ladies looked at each other and smiled before starting on their work. Katie and SyrenKatie and Siren made appreciative murmurs as he stepped forward and kissed them and then ran their hands over his engorging package." I think that this intruder...""...needs to be strip searched!" And with that, the two vixens pushed Andrew down onto the large pile of cushions and began to quickly undress him. Andrew let out a surprised gasp when Katie and Siren pushed him backwards onto the cushions. He watched as they began to remove his clothing and shivered as at their touch on his skin,"I'm sure your find nothing dangerous" he said as they removed the final piece of his clothing leaving him totally nude and at their mercy. Katie and Drenthe two women smiled as they revealed Andrew's manhood." Nothing dangerous? Then what do you...""...call this loaded weapon here? I think we...""...need to disarm you of this device!" The two women reached in and began to massage him, one grabbing and fondling his balls and the other rubbing his cock, using all four hands to stroke him to life. Andrew arched back and moaned as he felt his cock become fully aroused by the touch of Katie and Siren." Mmmm that feels so nice I like being disarmed this way" he softly formed as both ladies took turns massing his balls and cock working their magic on their captive. Katie and Drenthe girls were done talking. As Andre arched his back and his cock grew to full rigidity, they began using their lips, chasing each other around the sides of his dick with tiny little kisses, the tips of their fingers dancing along his root. Andrew moaned as Siren and Katie moved their lips round his cock,"my you two feel wonderful" he said reaching down and stroking both ladies' hair. He watched as they kissed round his cock softly wetting it,"one of you two come here so I can return the favor" he spoke his lust now in full effect. Katie and Drenthe two girls looked at each other, then Siren slid up and swung her legs over Andrew's face, settling her snatch down against his lips as she returned to licking and nibbling at the root of his cock. In the meantime, Katie had begun to take his length inside her mouth, sliding down until she met Siren's lips at his base. Andrew watched as Siren moved herself round and settled her pussy in front of his lips, Andrew moved his tongue forward and began to lick away at Siren's pussy then moved his mouth forward and sucked on her clit as he began to eat her out. Andrew moaned ASA he felt the two girls sucking away at his cock now how are ready to be used,"oh yes mmm that's it ladies work my cock I can see why the queen favors you" he gasped as he nibbled on Siren's clit while moving his hands up to her breasts and slowly rubbing the metal piercing's in her nipples Katie Bangs and Drenthe two women were moaning loudly now. Siren slid her hands up along Katie's sides, then reached up and over the other woman's hips to finger her pussy for a bit." He seems ready," Siren said, and Katie nodded. She released his dripping mass from her mouth and sat up to straddle him as Katie aimed his dick at the other woman's ready pussy. Andrew watched as Siren moved away from sucking him and straddled herself on him as Katie moved Andrew's cock into her." Mmmm you feel so good my dear" Andrew softly whispered, he leaned up and moved is lips onto Siren's breasts and began to suck on her nipples rolling his tongue over the metal piercing in her nipples as Katie watched ready to move in. Katie Bangs and SyrenKatie began to ride him, rising up and down on his cock and squeezing at him with her snatch each time she seated herself fully on him. All the while, Siren continued sucking at his root, licking up to give Katie's clit attention on each down thrust. Andrew moaned as Kathie rode his cock while Siren licked away at his root and Kathie's clit, he continued to rub her breasts and then leaning forward repeated the process with Kathie as she rode him hard and fast." Mmm yes your both very good harem girls and so very hot" he gasped in between play, Andrew was getting fully into the scene and skillfully playing with both ladies breasts rubbing their piercings as the set about pleasuring him. Katie Bangs and SyrenKatie continued fucking him for several more strokes, then without a word she lifted and off of him. Siren was immediately there to take up the pole position, though, sliding down onto his already cunt-slick cock with a sigh. Katie lay down between Andrew's legs, sucking and lapping at their sexes from behind, her brow pressed up against Andrew's crotch as she bathed his balls and Siren's dick-plugged slit with her spit. Andrew was confused at 1st when Kathie moved off his cock, however when Siren took over he twigged to what was happening and moaned in delight." Mmm you two are a super team to fuck" he called out watching as Siren moved up and down his cock while Kathie licked away at the two of them. Katie Bangs and Sørensen smiled, then began to increase her thrusts. "You think so? Just wait till you see what happens when you come!" Katie smiled, then slid up closer. She was looking forward to what was going to happen next. Andrew smiled then moaned as he felt Siren increase her thrusts." That sounds hot uh" he answered reading himself for his climax, the two girls continued driving Andrew towards his organ, and soon he felt the head of his cock twitch indicating he was ready to cum. He tapped Siren on the side indicating it was time and sat back ready to see what the ladies had planned. Katie and Sørensen shot a glance to Katie, then drove down onto him one last time and gave his cock one last squeeze with her cunt before rising up so that only the head of his dick was lodged inside of her. Katie quickly reached up and grabbed him at the base of his cock, her thumb pinching him off. She felt him pulsing, felt him eager to come, but without Siren fucking him and with Katie pinching him tight at the root, he was stuck in limbo. Siren then started to slowly impale herself on him, then rising up to repeat the slow-motion fuck. By the time Katie released him... his orgasm would be immense, but she gave no indication of releasing him anytime soon. Andrew arched back and let out a deep lust filled moan, he had thought that the two girls were going to jerk his cock til he orgasmed but the way they were doing him now only made him more impressed. He could feel his cum building deep inside his cock much more than he had over shot out in his life and he knew that his climax would be big. "I am at your mercy" he called out giving himself to Siren and Kathie waiting for them to decide that the time was right for him to climax. Katie and SyrenKatie continued to hold him pinched off as Siren fucked him faster and faster. With her other hand, Katie massaged his nuts, sliding them over the wet flesh of his scrotum, rubbing her spit and Siren's pussy juice across them. Finally, after nearly two minutes, Katie nodded to Siren. Siren stopped, then as Katie slid her hand away, Siren violently slammed her cunt down onto Andrew, taking him in to the root, deep and full. Andrew moaned loudly as Siren fucked his cock faster and faster while Kathie played with the rest of his cock rubbing it tenderly."Oh, yes girls this is so good uh I'm about ready to blow" he called out as Kathie removed her hand and Siren violently slammed her cunt down on his cock causing it to vibrate from the shock precut dripping out of the slit. Andrew moaned loudly and tapped Siren's thigh indicating he was about to climax so that she and Kathie could get ready for the money shot which would be a big one. Katie and Sørensen ground her hips against him once, twice, and then lifted so that only the head of his cock was lodged inside of her. That was Katie's cue. She took hold of his dick just under the swell of his head, holding it inside of Siren's dripping pussy, and then with her free hand began to milk him, jacking his shaft ferociously. He would empty himself into Siren, but Katie would be ready to catch what spilled out soon as she let him loose. Andrew arched back as he felt Kathie jerk his cock,"oh that's it I'm cummmmmming" he called out feeling the hot liquid flow forth from his cock filling Pyrenees body bucked as Kathie jerked him off hard his cum filling Siren deep as it flooded her pussy, Andrew soon felt his load empty and moaned as Siren moved off his cock which was still twitching. Katie and Sorenson: SO then... things got hectic-busy for me in RL there for a bit. Sorry I was gone for so long, but I'm back now!IC: Katie pulled aside his cock, caressing It's still spasming wet length with one hand as she darted up between Siren's legs. Siren was already dripping, but Katie was faster. She latched her lips onto Siren's hole, catching the white that dripped out, and noisily began to suck. She sent in her tongue, seeking out more of his seed, gathering it into her mouth and holding it there. When she'd sucked out as much of his come as he could, she slid out from under Siren, who was already laying down, her head on Andrew's belly, her hair splaying across his flesh. She smiled, and opened her mouth, and Katie moved about a foot above her and slowly let a long strand of come drool from her lips to land in that hungry hole below. IOC That's okay I can understand. Glad to have you back and looking forward to seeing how we go with this thread.IC Andrew watched the interaction between Siren AMD Katie slowly coming down from his orgasm his cock still reasonably hard ready to move into action if the scene wasn't over yet. He stroked Siren's hair as she rested on his stomach while her and Katie tasted his seed,"you two are very good harem girls I can see why the queen holds you here" he softly spoke smiling at the two of them. Ted Lancaster, Director"And CUT!" came Ted's voice. The girls giggled, and Siren chose to swallow Andrew's seed rather than spit it into the cup Katie was handing her. Katie's eyes bulged a little and she smiled. "You little slut!" she said, giving Siren a playful slap on the ass as they stood and made their way to their dressing rooms. Ted was chuckling to himself as he watched Andrew's reaction, then tossed him a damp, warm towel." We're on a busy schedule today, Andrew," he said. "But you've got about an hour until the next scene starts. In this scene, your character finally makes it into the Martian Queen's throne room, and you have to please her in order to avoid being executed. Or something like that. They'll fix the story in post. We'll just be filming the fucking after lunch. So! See ya in 60!" Andrew nodded as he took the town from Ted and wiped himself down." Sounds good I'll just get some lunch and wait around" he said putting on a robe to keep himself warm and headed off in the direction Katie and Siren headed to check if he could get something for lunch. Ava Strava looked herself over once more in the full-length mirror. The costume was incredible; she was shocked at how hot it made her look. It was almost a shame that some of it would be coming off so soon, but that's the breaks in the porn business! It was a skin-tight red leather outfit, a corset and matching g-string with an incredibly tangled network of buckles, straps, and cords that crisscrossed her pale skin. Her long black hair, normally down to her ass, had been done up in a series of ever-climbing waves draped over a glittering silver and crystal thing that was half crown, half enormous shoulder pad. Completely impractical... but the exact type of thing the matriarchal ruler of an entire planet might wear. She blew herself a kiss, then headed out to the set to get ready, walking on her ridiculously high stiletto heels with practiced ease. Her throne was ready. All sparkles and red marble and giant velvet cushions. Too bad it was only a movie. Ava felt that she'd enjoy being a queen. Andrew arrived all fresh and ready after the 60 minutes break he had between scenes, he was getting used to this business and looked forward to the next scene as soon as it was time to go." Ted is there anything you need me to do more of?" he asked the director when he arrived to where the next scene was being shot. Andrew waited and listened to his director as they awaited his co-star. Ted Lancaster, Director Ted looked over at Andrew. "Well... in this scene, you come bursting into this throne room set. That throne over there's where Ava, as the Martian Queen, will start at. You say your lines, and then she uses her magic scepter thingy, and you go all frozen. Like you're paralyzed. At that point, well... Ava pretty much takes over." He looked over as the door to the dressing room opened, and a voluptuous Asian woman dressed in a complicated red leather outfit and with an even more complicated hairdo walked regally into the room and took her seat on the throne." And speak of the devil... there she is! OK! Everyone! Places! We're ready to go!" Andrew nodded and watched as Ava arrived on set dressed as the Martian Queen, he smiled at her and moved over to his mark waiting for his cue to begin the scene. Ted called out action and Andrew moved quickly into the throne room,"you must be the martian Queen" he said to Ava who sat up on her throne looking as regal as she could. He listened as she spoke her lines and prepared to act frozen in place in which he would let her start things off. Ava Strava looked down at Andrew from her throne, an expression of gleeful imperiousness on her face as he spoke. She raised her scepter, a decidedly phallic-looking device that could have doubled as an immense dildo, and spoke in a loud voice."SILENCE, HUMAN! You stand before the QUEEN OF MARS!" She held her scepter up for a moment, freezing in place for a moment for where the effects guys would later add in some flashes and a beam of cold blue light that would come out and strike Andrew. She lowered her scepter then and smiled as she approached him and began to circle him." Now that you are frozen in place, my mailing, I think I will have some fun with you..." Andrew stopped dead in his tracks as Ava pointed the scepter at him,"I can't move you evil queen" he spoke staying in place perfectly as if he had been frozen sold on the spot." Fun what do you mean" he asked worriedly as Ava moved around him as scripted inspecting her 'mailings' body preparing to have her fun with him. Ava Strava sneered at him, then came up behind him. She leaned in next to his ear and said, "Fun like you never knew on Earth, human; when I'm done with you, you'll never want to return home! You'll be here with me, and you won't be able to warn your fellow earthlings of my plan to enslave your silly planet!" She reached out and slid an arm along his side, then hooked under his shirt and pulled it up over his head. Andrew gasped in shock as Ava whispered into his ear,"you evil queen you'll never conquer the earth" he responded as she tugged his shirt over his head before dropping it onto the floor. He felt her run her hands over his chest as she began her fun the cameras rolling as the action began to heat up. Ava Strava sneered at him."Oh, really? Well... if all men back on earth are as easy to take as you," she said as she undid his pants and pulled them away, revealing his erect cock, "I don't think I'll have a problem!" Andrew shivered as he felt Ava lower his pants and fee up his erect cock, it was throbbing just waiting for her touch with him unable to move." I'm not as easy as you think queen of Mars" he spoke strongly in character his body at her complete command.

Dream Job (Closed for Pywakit and And 1)|rating:3.0

Within the Company of a Monster (Quinz128 x MistressEvelyn)

"And here we are once again, at the Exposé for the Hyatt Technology Solution's latest and greatest developments! As you all may know this century-old company had been on the forefront of many developments, funding budding inventors and trying their best to show themselves as the forerunner in the newest Home-Tech development!" One of the Television reports had said, speaking in front of a camera for those who had been interested in the company and their new technologies. The reporter was an older male gentleman, though he had been fixed up to look very presentable with a fine black suit. He stepped to the side, allowing the camera to show off a small cut section being presented by an employee of the company that had been pampered to make people 'OOO' and 'Ahh' at the simplest things. Not everyone was as impressed though. Several people were walking around, resting the various technological developments that many claimed would create a 'perfect' smart home. There were plenty of rumors, though that all of this wasn't even state-of-the-art. That the whole series of instruments had been in practice for years, if not decades, by the owner of the company, himself. But even then the mysterious CEO was shrouded in a complex history that even the best biographer was unable to uncover. The official story was Mr. Borgen Hyatt IV had been given the company by the former Borgen Hyatt. And his father before him and his father before him. The recent name was actually just changed within the last five years, originally it was simply The Hyatt Group, but that made it sound more like a company of stuffy businessmen, and they had taken up the Technological path within the last thirty years. Before then, it was a Telecommunication's company, until it started branching into appliances and further funding various energy systems. The whole company was Multi-Billion Dollar in value. And yet, no one had spoken with any of the Hyatt's in... ever. But clearly they had been able to produce children, or else the company would have been passed down. And though there were plenty of stock-holders that complained, demanding birth certificates, business degree verification and anything else, they were always presented with official documentation, so they were stifled or, at least, ignored. The fact this Exposé was presented within the main company headquarters was a surprise to everyone. And anyone who could get their hands on a press pass clamored to be a part of it. Just being able to be within the company building, without being a part of the company, was something worth having. Especially since some rumors spread that Mr. Hyatt himself would show was even more reason to be a part of this. After all, he was said to live at the top of the company building. And if that was true, some even figured sneaking a bit off the beaten path for an exclusive interview might be worth some jail time for the blend of renown and cash from some of the paparazzi mags. A woman with thick black hair and green eyes stood apart from the crowd. She had heard all about the company and what it did. What she really wanted to know was why no one ever saw the owners, not even in the past. Something was up and being one of the best reporters with an uncanny ability of digging up the truth, Lora was going to find out. Being dressed in a plain gray blazer and black slacks, she didn't stand out in the crowd. Her figure was hidden, but underneath was a curvy woman with large breasts and a full firm and round bottom. Her waist was small making her assets stand out more. She sometimes uses her good looks to get information, but she had vowed she'd never sleep with a man unless he was worthy of such a gift and so far none have struck her as worthy. Lora waited for the perfect chance to slip past security and make her way through the building. Her goal was the top floor even if she had to scale walls she was determined to get her story. Years of gymnastics, karate and her interest of rock climbing had her fit and fully capable. The only flaw in her perfection was her stubbornness and her secret low self-esteem. She always second guessed herself. Putting all that aside she made her way to the elevator and pushed for the highest floor. Lora's ability to sneak past the guards was, perhaps, something no one expected. Being able to slide by the crowds and blend in with the people at the exposé until she saw the opening to get into the stairwell was something people missed easily due to the lack of faith anyone would be able to go in like that. Or at least no one important. Though here she was, able to start climbing the stairs, managing to duck to the second floor and get to the elevator, after all, the first floor elevator was locked, so she had to have gotten creative, and her success would have been greeted with the whirring of gears as the cable of the elevator was slowly pulled up. What she may have expected was there were cameras in the elevator. However, what she may not have been that the boss himself was watching the exposé through the security feeds. Eventually turning his eyes, shadowed in a dark room and only lit by the televisions as he watched upon them, he noticed she's riding the elevator. No security guards was in this room. It was his private feed, something he tended to watch to confirm that everything was running well, and the woman was something new, unexpected, and he questioned her motives. All he had to do, though, to halt her progress was flick a switch. And that was what he decided to do. Lora had found the elevator give a harshCHUNK!as the cables halted, the elevator being stuck between the sixth and seventh floor out of the fourteen-story complex. The lights were still on, though, and the call button was blinking. Flickering on and off in a steady way to imply that it was functioning. Or at least sending a signal for those to repair it. The next moment, though, could have caused surprise as a voice spoke through the speakers that once played gentle music for the ride to calm the anxious, "Hello miss." Whoever was speaking had a deep voice. And one that seemed to hiss out the words, though it was obvious it was not hostile, but rather a quirk in his speech. "I do not think you are an employee. I do not recognize you. May I ask what you are doing in this elevator?" So far so good. She snuck past the crowd and the guards undetected. She leaned against the back walk of the elevator, legs and arms crossed. It was a smug and confident pose. Basking in her soon-to-be glory was short-lived when the elevator suddenly stopped. Her brow furrowed. It seemed to be functional but why do it stop. She was thinking up moving a square from the roof and jumping and using one of the vents to get out when a voice spoke from the speakers. Lora actually laughed. "Right. Cameras. The one thing I get careless about." She muttered under her breath. Facing the speakers she smiled. "Oh you know, taking a little tour of the building. Big fan of the owner. In fact, I was trying to see if I could meet him. Is he in?" Cool and collected. There was a pause in the communication between the two after she spoke out towards whomever had contacted her from the speakers. Eventually, that same voice came out, asking down to her, "You mean Mr. Hyatt?" Apparently the question was rhetorical as he immediately spoke after with a bit of a scoff, "Why is it you wish to see he? The family is very private and there is no reason for him to consider letting himself be seen by some sneak. Who, for all I know, is attempting to steal company secrets. An incompetent spy is still a spy, after all. She looked offended. "Me a spy? I'm simply a curious woman wanting to meet Mr. Hyatt. I'm a big fan of the companies work and always wanted to meet the man behind it. Why is the family so private? Got something to hide?" Her voice was inquisitive and suspiciously at once. Quite frankly she was getting tired of being in the elevator. "Look if we're done here I'd like to get out of this thing." "Everyone has something to hide, Miss." The voice said in response to her prodding. There was a consideration, now. The man hidden from her leaned back in the leather chair he settled in. His eyes focused on the screen before him that showed off her form, she's looking around before he said, pressing the button for communications, "Just give me some information and a promise and I will allow you to meet them. How about that? All I wish to know is your name, first and last, address of residence, place of employment and if you have anything that can work as a camera on you." She raised a brow at the speaker. What was this guy getting at? "Lora Vasquez. I work for the local newspaper as an editor. How I came to know about this company. I live on 843 s. Sandburg ave. Why do you need to know all this?" She pulled out her smartphone and held it up, indicating that it could be a camera. There would be another pause on her end as the man behind the speakers went ahead to verify what she said. He checked the name, checked the address, the company history, even doing a background check as quickly as he could with his resources. With that, she would find the elevator to be moving again, the speakers proclaiming, "Leave your phone in the bucket at the top when the doors open. Do you hear me? You get one chance. Do not screw this up for yourself, all right?" And regardless of her answer, she would find the lights of the floor having exceeded the numbering before the doors opened. And when they did, she would find herself in a very dark hallway. Next to her was a small basket marked 'guest electronics'. And deeper in she would see the lights sparsely set out. A single bulb of florescent light every twenty feet or so, leading to a slightly opened door that seemed to give a light glow of a television or computer screen. She would also notice a few doors on either wide of the hall, all locked up, and with tinted glass so she could not look inside. "Yeah sure." She waved her hand dismissively and was rewarded with the movement of the elevator. Well it was higher than she had thought. At least she was getting to the top quicker than she would have without his help. She wondered who the guy was. Probably some high up security or bodyguard. She would soon find out. Once the doors opened she pushed off from the Wall and deposited her phone in the basket. She didn't have anything else on her. Turning to the hallway she silently thought it looked like a mental institute from horror movies. Slowly she made her way to the open door and peeked in. "Hello? You're not some psychos are you? I have to say this place is creepy. Didn't want any homey touches?" "It's for effect, I assure you." The familiar voice from the speakers said. It was obvious where it came from, the leather seat watching a wall of screens with various shots all over the buildings. Most of them set to watch the event going on the first floor. Though, aside from the light of the screens and a modest floor lamp, there was no other light. And the man was turned in a way to not allow her to rally see much of him. What she could tell was he was wearing some kind of long-sleeved shirt. Or perhaps a coat? Either way it was a simple black, no pattern to it or anything." As for homey touches. Well, I have quite a nice living area. This is more a meeting area, really. Now... Please, feel free to ask any questions you have." With that last comment a hand would come from the seat, he waves it passively, she is able to see the clammy hand. It was gray, like no skin tone she may have ever seen before, and the fingernails were quite long. They appeared to have some kind of clawed effect to it. Though, this man did not turn to look to her, nor did he answer her question of him being 'some psycho'. Though he offered no hostility. Yet at least. Okay, this all seemed like something out of a movie. Lora took mental note of all her options of escape as he spoke. Her eyes caught the coat and his weird hand. Perhaps he had a strange disease. "So I take it your Mr. Hyatt. Well I'd say it's nice to finely meet you, but I don't know anymore. As for my questions well it's obvious. Why haven't you or any of your supposed family before you ever shone themselves in public? And if you guys never go out, how do you meet women and have kids? You can see why a lot of people want to know. Things just don't add up." Lora looked out the place and saw there were three doors, one from where she came, one to her right and one across the room, but she didn't know where the two other doors lead to. So hey could be dead ends. The man though, would place his hand back down, settling upon his lap before he said, in the same deep, hissing voice, "Yes. I am Borgen Hyatt. And many people are unsure if they truly want to meet me or not. Many think they do, but it ends up coming to question when we're in the same room." His hidden form kept looking to the screens before he hummed, thinking on the question, "Perhaps the same thing happened like it did now? A questioning person comes to seek out the mysterious Mr. Hyatt and things lead from one way to another..." He chuckled lightly, the leather squeaking as he leaned back, "Or perhaps I never have? Perhaps I just have an extended life ad keep my company going since it is more important to me, since I developed it... Or my family, rather..." He's catching himself and amending the end. She crossed her arms over her chest, giving hint to her large bust. "So why keep yourself hidden? Why keep the whole family hidden? Surely a man of such favor with the masses would want to flaunt his stature out in society. You see unlike other people, Mr. Hyatt, I do not run away from something I want no matter the consequences. I want to know the answers." He made her feel uneasy for some reason. Maybe it was just the dark room with little light. She couldn't tell what he was going to do. The man lowered his head, considering her words before saying, "Well, I am not conventional. Ever since the first Borgen Hyatt. It just is... to be safe, you see..." He hummed before saying, "And I am not sure if that is commendable or stupid... But let me know this. If you learn the truth. The whole truth. Will you keep it secret, or tell it to the world?" She was caught off guard by his question, and she had to consider it. She had originally come for a story, to finally answer questions people have had for years but seeing his hand made her think he had some kind of disease that he didn't want people to see or know about. It would hurt his company because people were like that. "It depends on what the truth is. I may be nosey, but I have compassion and understanding." The man considered things, clasping his hands together and bringing them to his mouth. He had to make sure nothing would happen to him... to his company. He had put too much work into this to let it fall down due to some leak. Then again, she had no video proof... Unless she was lying, then again, he watched her the whole time. He took a deep breath before placing his hands to the arm and standing up. And as he did, the first thing she would notice was he was rather tall. His height nearly going to seven feet. He was obviously dressed in a suit, but there was something else from his back... Were they... wings? It was so dark, it was hard to determine, but eventually he turned, walking towards her, and she would notice what this man looked like. His face was a frightening visage of some kind of inhuman blend of man and bat. His jawline was boxed, strong, yet protruding forwards. His mouth was opened slightly, showing off rows of teeth. His nose was flat and reminiscent of a bat with high cheekbones. His eyes were sunken in, forehead creased and ears pointed. He had short hair that was black and slicked back. His hands were pallid, clawed and exposed, and his feet were massive in comparison to the rest of him, covered with fancy leather shoes." I am Borgen Hyatt." He proclaimed, staring down to her with red eyes, "This is why I do not show myself." His arms coming out, a s if to display his form, those wings upon his back expanding to show her that they were, actually leather, many wings. As he slowly came into a clear picture Lora's heart slowly stopped. Her green eyes widened as her mind fought with what her eyes saw. She only read about such a creature in fiction books. She stepped away from him as he drew closer. Not a disease but a fictional creature. Was he half bat or was he an actual... she shook her head? Vampires weren't real! "My god. What are you?" Everything in her body told her to run but would she even be able to get out of the building? "An owner and CEO of a company. Inventor, investor... I am many things..." The man proclaimed, wishing that his visage wasn't what she was actually asking for, but that was a fool thing to hope for. This was why he kept in the shadows, after all. People feared his look, even if they didn't have enough to go off to fear him directly His wings folded to his back, once more as he began pacing before the woman, Lora. He hummed, staring to the side before saying, "Well. Is your curiosity satiated, now? Or did you have more you needed of me Miss Vasquez?" Her curiosity was going to be the death of her. "Your species, what is your species?! Are there others like you? Was Dracula based off of you? How old are you exactly?" Her fear was heightening her curiosity and when that happened she didn't know when to quit and go home. She took another step back. Oh, man this was a good scoop. But who would believe her? People would throw her into the Mooney bin. Damn she wished she had a camera. A light sigh passed through his lips as she practically shouted things out. "Who really knows what I should consider myself? I never bothered with labels. As for others, not to my knowledge. Then again, if there was, that might cause some stir amongst the population... Then again, maybe there are more mysterious benefactors with my secret, hmm?" He gave a light chuckle, waving his hand, "I would not be surprised if Bram Stoker took some kind of influence from someone that looks as I do Both giving more human traits, mysticism and a greater heart of evil. And my age... I..." He paused, considering the last part, he's lowering his head as he attempted the math, "At least... that was two... I would say three-hundred and some decades..." She gazed upon him, not knowing how to react or what to say. All she wanted was to go home. "Look it was nice to get some answers, but I don't know if I'm dreaming or having a mental break-down so I should get home. She turned on her heels and made a run off the elevator. The man slowly turned, his eyes focusing down on the shorter woman. He gave a low growl before saying, "Well... Fine, then. I will watch you until you are fully awake. And that may be best, thinking you are merely going crazy or this is but some dream." He chuckled as she started running, he's moving back to the seat in front of the screens. There was no reason for him to run after her. He would hate for her to get hurt, after all, that would mean investigations, maybe getting him realized by more than one journalist without proof. When he settled upon the seat, he would press the button for the speaker system, reminding her, "Do not forget the phone in the basket. And when you enter the elevator I will move you down to the first floor. I am sure you will keep my meeting a secret..." She paused at the basket and took her phone, considering something for a moment. "And if I don't keep my mouth shut, and I tell someone who will believe me? What would you do?" He didn't seem to leave his building, and she didn't even know if she would find someone to believe her, but her curiosity demanded her to find out. The speaker came to life to respond to her, "I doubt anyone would pass it off as legitimate news. Perhaps something worthy of The Onion or some kind of conspiracy website. If it becomes an issue, I will merely deny it, and it will be done. I have been through something like this before. People look upon me and run: Easy to see why I do not show myself in public after tonight, eh, Miss Vasquez?" She nodded. "Yeah it's quite plain to see. So I'm just to go on with my life? Like nothing happened?" What else did she expect? For him to keep her prisoner for the rest of her life? No she should stop now and just go home. No more questions. She grabbed her phone, took her jacket off revealing a large bust under a weightlifting white blouse and walked to the elevator. She would wait for his answer and leave. "Hmph..." He let out at the way the woman spoke, it was mildly insulting. Even if he knew it to be true, speaking it out seemed rude. A sigh came before he leaned forwards, speaking, "I have no reason to keep you. I suppose you learned all you needed of me, so no reason to stay, right?" With that, he would lean back, the speaker unintentionally still on as he muttered to himself, "Always figures. Immediately runs off at the sight of something different." He's pressing the button, so the elevator would be able to be used for her to get back to the first floor. Lora walked into the elevator, catching his muttered words at the end. Sighing she looked up at the camera. She had seen the weird and unusual before. Being a reporter she had travelled around the world. Mostly to war zones and burned houses and hospitals. She saw the wounded and disfigured. She was always the one to befriend these people when others flinched at their appearance. He hadn't hurt her or done anything to her. That put him on a good list. "Look I'm sorry for running. It's just your like from a mythical book or movie. My mind needs to get around all this. Can I return tomorrow? We could discuss things then." There was a long pause as the elevator started, allowing the woman to go down. And he did not seem to wish to speak on her decent. Only when the elevator started to slow to the first floor did she hear the voice of him. "Come to this building tomorrow. Eight PM. Tell the receptionist you had a meeting. If I decided to let you come back, you will pass. Otherwise, well, you will just be turned away." When the doors of the elevator, the speakers gave her a: "Good Eve' Miss Vasquez." Lora wondered if he had even heard her as the elevator made its way down to the lobby. He might not want anyone coming back, especially her, which would be understandable. She had wounded his pride by running at the first sight of him. He hadn't hurt her or made a move to. Maybe he was just misunderstood and lonely. She wouldn't blame him if he was. As the elevator stopped and the doors were opening a heard his voice. "Well Mr. Hyatt. I sure hope you see me tomorrow because it would be a waste of my time to come all the way here just to be turned away." She laughed and made her way home. The next night she drove herself to the building, this time wearing casual clothes that fit her well. Blue skinny jeans that hugged her hips and legs as well as her round, firm bottom. A red v neck shirt that showed a nice cleavage and hugged her slim waist while emphasizing her large bust. Her clothing showed her young age of twenty, especially with her hair up in a messy ponytail and converse on her feet. It had been her day off, and she liked to dress how she wanted no matter who she was seeing. As she got to the receptionist she wondered if he was watching her now. Most likely with all those cameras and monitors. "Good evening. I'm Lora Vasquez and I have a meeting with Mr. Hyatt." The receptionist at the front was calmly looking over the papers, clear to the keen observer he was merelylookingbusy than actually doing anything important. He was a young gentleman, though, set about in a suit to make himself look proper, with slicked back hair and an unmarred face. However, when the woman came up to him and informed him of her appointment the man gave a light, "Oh... Really? That's weird. I mean he never really sees anyone. Only conference calls and what not... Always sounds sick to me." He commented, typing upon a computer and confirmed her name: "V-A-S-Q-U-E-Z?" He's pausing before nodding, "Huh... Yes, it seems you were meant to come up... Lucky." With that, he would move to the side and type in a keypad, swiping a key card and then handing it off to her. "Special pass and everything. Didn't even know we had those codes. So, it says for you to go alone, just up the main elevator. Swipe the card and good, yes?" The young man offered a smile before saying, "Tell me about it sometime? He may be the big boss but I never even seen him pass by." She gazed at the guy as he did what he needed to get her situated. He was going on and on about it being weird that she was going to see him and that he had never seen the boss himself. How would this kid react to the truth? Her guess was that he would run or try and kill his boss. She gave him a polite smile. "Kid, you're not ready to see your boss." Whatever she meant by that was a mystery as she took the pass and went to the elevator. A few minutes later she was at the top and walking out into the hallway. "I suppose I should leave my phone in the basket?" The words that Lora gave the attendant caused him to stare at her, dumbfounded, with a confused look. When she took the pass, he just watched her move by and speak out low, "I guess not..." He's tilting his head as he watched the elevator doors open up, soon closing to hide her from the busy lobby area. The elevator shook when she used the pass, raising upwards, allowing her a moment of peace with the quiet, gentle elevator music coming from the speakers. Only when she got to the top and spoke out, did she hear a voice, not from the speaker, but just before her, "If you wish." With that moment she would see the man stepping from one of the side doors, closing it calmly behind him. He was dressed in a suit similar to the one she saw him the previous night. It was well cleaned, pressed, a black color of jacket and slacks with a gray button-up shirt under it with a red tie to give some color. The lights of the hall were dim, but they were bright enough for her to see the tall man - or creature - in entirety. His hands were behind his back, those pallid wings folded to his back. Something she light have noticed was he also had a bit of a stubby tail behind him, about the length of an extended hand. His ears were pointed with a flat nosed-face and thin lips that barely concealed the sharp teeth within his mouth. While she took him in, he took one hand from behind his back, motioning to her, "Welcome. Would you like a drink? I am sure you had more time to consider questions?" Green eyes looked up as he spoke to her. Today was much different than yesterday. She had had time to consider his point of view in the world. All it had taken was his mumbled words as she walked into the elevator. It had reminded her that he had feelings and thoughts. He wasn't just a creature. He had intelligence, obvious through his wealth. Her eyes looked over his wings, tail, long body and face, settling on his eyes. It's said that the eyes are the gateway to a person's soul. What about vampires? She nodded. "I'd like a glass of water please, if it is a not too much trouble." Unlike yesterday a actually took a few steps toward him. "I have had time to think of questions. Like first are you the only one of your kind? Where this you come from? Why keep yourself secluded and alone all these years if you aren't the only one? What do you eat, and can you turn a human into what you are? How do you.... breed?" That last question had been the very first one that stuck in her head. Sex was always on he mind, especially since she never had time to bother with a boyfriend or a fling. She wanted a career, and it took all her time to obtain it. When she looked to the eyes of the one before her, she would notice that they were not merely red of iris, but rather the iris was a darker color, much like his pupil, yet veins wound around it, giving the look of some kind of cracked ground with magma below. Staring into them, she would note his face did seem a bit worn, even for a creature as him, that may have seemed to have a more old look just from being what it was. His eyes had bags under them, and his gaze was half lidded." Of course." He said, motioning to his side, as if implying she should follow, once she asked for some water. He would lead her over to the side-door he came from, offering the door open to he as she asked her questions. Furthermore, he let her ask them all, taking note of the order before he attempted to answer them: "At first, no. I was not. But it had been a long time since I have seen another of what I am. I originally came from, what is now called Belarus. Originally part of the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth. It came under control of Russian for a time until World War one. During the occupation I decided my time was there and decided to smuggle myself from Europe to the States here." He decided going through all that was well enough to preempt any other questions of his origins, "In any case, I have been secluded since my original business partner died in the Nineteen Forties. I had never met another of my kind, and I expect most people to react similarly to your initial meeting with me." While he spoke, he would move through the place which seemed like a high-rise apartment. It had a pool-table set in the center of the room along with a bar that had been fully stocked off to the side. There was a living area to the side, complete with a massive television; at least seventy-two inches, a bookshelf and a computer. There was even a cooler to the side, the kind one might see in a convenience store cooling ice creams, and a fridge just to the side of that. He would have moved behind the bar, taking up a glass and looking over it before sliding open something and taking a small scoop of ice inside. He looked over to her as he used a push-hose to fill the glass with water, setting it to the counter." As for what I eat, I eat whatever I deem good to the taste, though it does not sustain me. Admittedly, I do require blood to continue to feel strong, but that is much easier to get now days than in the good old days of Europe." Mr. Hyatt spoke rather matter-of-factly, he's seeming to take the time to get a few bottles from the bar's shelves, mixing a drink for himself, "I never have tried to turn anyone. Not purposely anyway. Since I heard of no others coming from my early-life antics, I suspect not, but perhaps I was doing something wrong for it to work..." He finished the drink, stirring it lightly in the glass before pausing and looking up to the woman at the last question. He had a surprised look on his face before saying, "Well... As for that... I am half-wondering if you wish me to answer in a cheesy, romantic way:" He lifted his hand, speaking theatrically, "Well, Miss, perhaps I could show you?" He's then offering a laugh, that slowly died down to one of nervousness before taking the rim of the glass to his mouth, half-wondering her reaction to his awkward presentation in answer of her last question. Lora listened as if she were a wide-eyed child listening to the best fairy tale. She found everything he was saying as fascinating. Even as she followed him She listened, looking around and noting he had a lot of the pleasures of modern day society. The pool table caught her eye for a time before her attention was back fully on him. He looked tired, worn from a long life. Maybe the loneliness of his life had something to do with it. She felt sympathy for this male. As he spoke of needing blood she wondered if he would take it from her but his comment about it being easier to obtain put her at ease. He probably had a stock of blood bags. She smiled as more questions came up in her mind, but her smile was replaced by embarrassment and shyness, two emotions she never usually felt. "I've never had... sexual relations with a man. I don't know if I'm ready for a man and if I don't know if I'm ready for a man then, no offense, I won't be ready for someone like you. In fact, I don't think anyone would be ready. You kind of don't exist in my world." She shook her head, wanting to change the subject so she didn't offend him or embarrass herself further. "Who was your partner, and how did he die? Have you ever wanted to meet another of your kind? Are you lonely in your tower? How have you been able to get all this up here without someone seeing you?" A light chuckle came from the beastly man as she spoke in embarrassment before saying, "Ah, the question threw me off. If you are still virginal, perhaps you have a dirty mind because of it." He tapped the side of his head, taking a small drink from his glass. Once he brought it down he would nod, "And as for 'how,' it works all the same as your kind does. You can have that imagery to yourself, as I will go no further from it." He paused, with a low hum, looking to his glass, "And as for the 'not anyone' comment, I would probably have to agree with you." He allowed there to be a small moment with him drinking, circling around the bad, and moving over to the seating area, he's finding himself to settle upon one of the comfortable-looking leather chairs. Furthermore, he looked to her, one hand coming out as if to offer her a spot across from him while she spoke. "Ah, you would be able to figure this out by a bit of research. Sir Liam Whittaker was the partner I had that started this business. A true gentleman. I actually managed to meet him on a night out. I was sloppy, but luckily it was he who I met. He died of natural causes in Nineteen-fourty-seven. He and I actually met quite a bit, and he was the face of the company. His children were expectant, though, and he didn't trust them to take me seriously, or even feared greed so he left the whole of it to me while giving them trusts." Borgen Hyatt settled the glass down on the table before him before he said, "And no. I rather fear those like me might be as monstrous as my visage. Not to mention, chances are I may need to go back to Europe and seek things out, and it would become a hassle. I rather live comfortably and see my company grow." The next question, though, had caused him to look to her, he's pausing in thought before saying, "It can be... Yes. But the development of the internet helped that. Along with social networking and multiplayer computer games help with some interaction. I know it's nothing compared to actual interaction, but it's a... fair... substitute." He hummed, considering the situation before just shaking his head, "And it is easy. Buy things you want and pay for movers using the internet and schedule a time. I just make myself scarce when they come and move things how I wish afterward." Lora's embarrassment eased up as he spoke. He couldn't quite blame her for being curious, and she did have a dirty mind because of her virginity. Taking the seat he gestured at she listened carefully and with interest. "So your partner knew what you are? Did he handle that we'll the first time? So others of your kind wouldn't be as gentle as you? It was you're not attacking me yesterday that had me accepting what you are." She understood the whole situation with the internet. "The internet is both convenient and inconvenient. It helps move things along faster but takes away the interaction we need to function properly." "He did. An oddly accepting man, we got along famously. A wiz at chess, I will say. Even with my patience he seemed to always beat me at it." The man said, speaking as if he remembered it fondly. His red eyes lifting to the ceiling as he leaned back. He did blink his eyes, returning to it at her next question, "Ah, he was curiously calm at it. He thought I was some kind of victim of a scrap. So he didn't figure it until later but by then we were friends, and he didn't think anything of it. As for others like me? I am not sure. I know I have had a predatory slant when younger. Men were food, and that was that. But the longer you take, the more calm you get, the more you realize there are better ways, especially in a first-world-country." When she informed him that his not attacking her was what caused her acceptance, he steepled his fingers, offering a toothy smile. "Well, there was no reason for me to. Not to mention, if I had, that would be a terrible problem. Investigations of your disappearance, police, red tape, bribes, eventually, and people would wish to see me directly. It would have all went down rather fast, to be blunt." He lowered his hands to his lap, nodding to her when she spoke of the internet, but placed his own opinion, "For someone like me, it is nothing but convenience. It helps my business and I do get more safe interaction than I would be comfortable with, otherwise." Lora smiled as she saw just how fond he was of the man he was partners with. "He sounds like a good man. You haven't thought to take in another partner? Wait, were not all so accepting of what is unusual or different." She sighed and shook her head. "We're destroying ourselves, and we don't know it." She smirked at him and leaned back in the chair, crossing her arms under her large bust. "Yes, that could be a big reason to you holding off your attack, but I like to think you don't want to because you're kind. Let's just go with that. We need more kindness in this world." Her eyes gazed at him for quite some time before she spoke again. "Yes it would be convenient for you but don't you get lonely? Don't you want someone who will talk and accept you?" The man hummed, listening to her before saying, "I completely disagree. You are advancing, but it is halted by a lot of efforts thanks to politics. Without much on the front of greed this world could provide for everyone. I have faith it will happen, eventually, maybe not within a lifetime or two, maybe even three, but realizations will happen. Rights will be established, and a utopia would worm, as long as people do not continue to get played by tyrants. The world will wake up, eventually." He nodded, before pausing as she went on to respond of why he did not attack her. He hummed, lightly, before saying, "I would like to think myself kind, yes... And... Of course, it gets lonely. Why would it not? Acceptance is a rare thing for an unknown as myself. And fear of that keeps me from exposing myself, mainly because a person may be nice but people, as a whole, are stupid and prone to anger..." Lora nodded. "You may be right, but I will not live to see the day when people finally wake up and do good. For bow all there is violence and destruction. Yes there has been advances but all you see on the news today is war, crime, sadness. But I will try and keep an optimistic view just as you are." Again she nodded as he spoke. It was better for him to deal with the loneliness than to deal with the anger and fear of the people. "Well now you have me as a friend. You won't have to be lonely as long as I'm alive. Which will probably seem like a short time. I might not live to see ninety." "Perhaps not..." The man confirmed her suspected longevity in a tone that seemed as if he were a bit sad. He took a deep breath before he finished off the drink from his glass, settling it before him on the coffee table. His hands moved together, fingers intertwining as he stared at her, lowering the long-digit hands to his lap. And when she spoke, saying she was considering herself a friend, now, he will give a smile, "Well, I do not think that a bad thing. And if you manage to get to ninety that will still be nearly a sixth of my life. Assuming you are mid-to-late twenties, yes?" The way he smiled did seem a bit creepy, or would to most, his lips did not shift in a close-mouth smile, instead, they're pulling back to show his sharp teeth, which were rather immaculate, and a pearly-white. His voice seemed sad, and she thought he must have seen a lot of people live and die. So much death and yet the life he has seen is kept in the shadows. She wanted to make him are joy in the lives of others. She smiled. "I'm only twenty-one. Just turned off age last month so you'll have me for quite some time." His smile was peculiar. Not weird. Just because he didn't smile like humans doesn't mean he was weird. He wasn't exactly human anyway. "I have one more question. Were you born a vampire or were you turned?" "Really?" He said in a surprised tone, that may have sounded a bit like an insult just from the tone alone. However, aware of this, Mr. Hyatt lifted a hand up and said, "I am sorry, just from your job, I figured you'd be a bit older. That just shows more of your accomplishments, I think." He nodded to her, leaning back in his seat, his wings spreading out and seeming to lay out along the back of the chair in a way that was more comfortable with him. His attention didn't leave her at this point he's humming before saying, "I was born this way. Or changed over too young to remember before then. I do not think I was ever really human, if that is what you are implying." Sarah smirked At his disbelieving tone. She had heard it plenty of times. "Why do you think I've never been with a man intimately? I was too busy focusing on my career to have a boyfriend. I didn't need the distraction. Furthermore, I wanted my career, and I was focused on getting it." She smiled and God up to sit beside him. "Do you remember everything from your childhood.? "Hmm... That bares the question: Since you have your career, now, do you have time for such distraction?" The man said with a light shrug. He was rather curious, now. He knew plenty of Iron Maidens, so to speak. Cold women who never married and stuck to their jobs until they were old and gray. He looked over to her, watching as she moved closer to him, he's bringing his hands' town to his lap, as well, before saying, 'Everything? No, not everything. Some things, of course." She fell silent as she thought of his question. "Well I suppose I am. I have a good position in a good career. It's what I had set out to do. Yes I guess I am. But no one has piqued my interest. They are all dull or unintelligent." She smiled and leaned forward with interest. "Do you remember your mother and father?" A light, curious "Hmm" came from him before saying, "Well, in any case, I am sure you will find someone in your field that has some bit of intelligence... Or isn't a complete dullard." He offered a smirk, moving to stand up, taking his glass and then the glass that had her water, "Wish for anything else to drink? To eat?" He's looking down to her, before furrowing his brow, "Not especially on that, I admit. My parents were... Well... I only was really raised by my mother, and she was quite similar to myself." Lora laughed and shook her head. "You have not been out for quite some time. Men have reverted to their primate years in the evolution chain. Complete imbeciles." She shook her head. "No I'm fine. I ate before I came. Did she show you love and compassion, kindness? Or did you find that yourself?" "HRM, suppose I expected better of those in the professional world than those you tend to interact with over the internet." The man commented, shrugging his shoulders as he went about, settling the glass over to the side, upon the countertop of the bar, opting to get to that once she departed. The next question, however, was quite odd to him. That she wondered if his mother had showed love and compassion or kindness. He hummed, lowering his head and placing his hands atop the counter. "Well..." He started, thinking of the correct wording, "She showed me how to survive..." He shook his head, turning back to look to Lora, "A common theme of hers was that we were predators, humans prey. She did not see them more than cattle, I admit. To be herded and fed upon when the time was right..." A slow frown came over his face as he moved towards her, "I had thought the same for a long time. Brought up, considering humans as lesser beings. Because, well, they were. Weaker, stupider, at least it felt that way. It was like they were just animals to us. And I am sure that we were animals to them. The vicious kind that needed to be put down." He ended up lowering back to the seat, letting his hands hang between his knees. His attention went to Lora before saying, "Sorry for rambling... To answer your question, I found that love, compassion and kindness myself." Her cheeks flushed because that was indeed where she had been meeting men. It was sad really, but she felt a relationship in the same company and profession as hers was a bad idea. She shrugged and composed herself, crossing her legs and leaning back on the couch. She fell silent for a while after he spoke of humans being prey. Finally, she fixed him with a steady gaze and shrugged. "Every living thing has a predator that keeps its population in check, to keep things in balance. Other than some bacteria and ourselves we don't have a predator to keep our numbers in check. Or so we think. Perhaps your kind is our balancer." The man was slightly surprised at the woman's words, he had to admit. She did not just say he was a bad person at that line of thinking, even if it was the past. He shook his head, leaning back and offering that awkward smile. "Well... Even if that were true, that we are meant as a balancer, we did a poor job with how prolific humans are, hmm?" He's offering a slight laugh, "HRM... What of you? What is your background? Your parents, Miss Vasquez?" She shrugged and kind of looked uncomfortable with the question. "I don't know them on a personal level. All I know is what my foster parents told me. Well the first ones anyway. Apparently my mother was only seventeen when she had me. She was poor and alone. So she sold herself for money. Well as things go she got pregnant from her one and only client and had me. The man let her birth me and told my mother to give me to an orphanage. I have had no one come for me as I was going from orphanage to orphanage and quite frankly I don't need to. I have done quite well for myself and know exactly who I am, parents or no parents. At eighteen, I left the orphanage and backpacked through several countries. Before going into college and being a reporter. Then last year I was a reporter for the war, spending most of my time with the wounded. Have many good friends who people flinch at the sight of. I don't see them as disfigured. I see them as the person they are inside. When I turned twenty-one I was already here and doing research on you." She smiled at him. "My mother and father are probably the reason I haven't found someone to settle down with or even date. Love that so many books describe does not exist." While allowing Lora to talk, he stared to her with quite an interest. He admitted, internally, he did not figure such a woman to have been an orphan. One of such drive and ability to get where she was. Then again, that could have been why she seemed talented. What motivated her to get where she was. And eventually, he just nodded in appreciation. "Quite a story for you, then..." He said, trying to choose his words carefully, knowing the matter must be delicate for her. Though his logic was that she asked of his first. He hummed, lightly when she mentioned the war and how she reported on it, allowing her to go through the story before he spoke, "Really, now? And why such an interest in me? Or rather my family." He's taking point to imply that they were one and the same. Perhaps a cover. However, she added one more thing, causing him to furrow his brow, staring to her, "That may be true, to an extent, but the feelings one can gain does. At least that is my belief. You may not get that eternal 'only one' kind of love, but you can feel it, have your life go through and gain a deep friendship and understanding. Learn how to be truthful to one another and care. To me, though, that is better than the starry-eyed kind of love." She shrugged as he commented in her life. "It is what it is. The past. Now what matters is the present and future. We do things today that can affect our tomorrow." Her eyes now should a woman who had been through more than she had told. All the emotional battles, the hard times, the things she saw. It was nothing compared to what he had been through for sure, but it was more than what an average person went through. Again she shrugged. "It is the whole process of getting to know you not as what you are on the outside but in the inside. Knowing a person, their past and present, and their emotions can really help a friendship. Don't you think?" The man would stare to her, nodding his head. He would clasp his hands together, keeping focused on her before saying, "Well, then, I am quite glad you appear more open to me. I think we can get along quite well." He nodded, giving her another of those toothy smiles. He moved to stand before motioning around him, "Well, then, Lora. What do you do for fun?" She smiled back at him. His smile was something she would have to get used to. "I do anything really. I saw that you had a pool table. Do you play?" On her days off in college she would hang out at the arcade and play game after game of pool. It was a good stress relief as well as patience builder. "Of course." He said, almost immediately, while standing up. With a glance towards the pool table he would then start moving towards it. The pallid man would move to a cabinet that hung upon the wall, opening the sleeve, which was a multisegmented covering, to reveal four separate pool sticks, a roll of hand-chalk, pull chalk squares and a st of balls settled in a recess at the bottom. "No reason to have something if you are not to use it, correct?" He chuckled, figuring she wanted to play with him, immediately setting up the balls, allowing the cue to roll off his hand to the other end of where the balls were being set." Choose your stick, they're all slightly different, I do prefer the one with the jade-colored handle though." The bat-like man explained, letting her choose which she would prefer. She grinned as she got off the couch and looked over the pool sticks. "No truer words Mr. Hyatt. Many people should learn that." Taking one of the sticks she weighed it in her hand and measured it with her body. She frowned and put it back before grabbing another. The fourth one was more to her liking. Taking hers and the jade one she walked to the table and handed him his. "Who breaks?" Once she offered him his, he would take a piece of chalk and get the tip nice and blued before blowing off a bit. "The guest may go before the host." Mr. Hyatt said, offering her the chalk, and nodding. After all, he figured it only polite at this point. "What brought you into journalism if I may ask?" She did the same to the tip of her stick and bent over the table to break, her bottom in the air as she took aim. "I'm curious by nature with a strong stubbornness level. Plus I'm also good at getting what I want most of the time. I'm determined. Journalism just seemed the way to go." In the middle of her talking she drew back her arm and shot the stick forward. The cue ball went crashing into the other balls sending them in every direction. Two balls went into opposite corners. "I choose solids." She took aim at three more balls and sinking them into pockets before scratching. "Your up." While Lora was sinking the balls, the man kept an eye on her, tilting his head to the side as the break happened and how she proclaimed her wishing to take the low balls. "Nice break there, Miss Vasquez..." He commented, before noticing the woman's sinking of three more balls. "HRM... You missed that last one on purpose, didn't you? I am sure if we placed a few bets, you'd have hustled me out of everything by now." A scratchy chuckle coming from him as he moved to take the cue from the pocket she scratched within. He'd shift the ball behind the break-line, lowering himself to look over the shots. When he figured he'd gotten a good spot, he would shoot and manage to knick a ball's side, carefully sinking the eleven ball and having hit the ball in the way to position it for a clear shot of the next one. He would line his next shot and go through two more balls, the fourteen and nine, before knocking the next ball in a better way to block one of the pockets, though it did roll near the center. "So, have you actually played much? I assume you have unless your turn was a complete fluke." He's offering a smirk to tease a bit. With a bit of daring for her to do it again. She did have three more balls, after all, before the 8. She laughed. "Well if I knew you were interested in bets I would have made some. But what do you have that I would want?" She was obviously being sarcastic. The man had everything. She watched as he played. He was obviously skilled." I played a few times in college when I had some free time. It was a good stress reliever. Though I'm not a pro." Once his turn was up she took aim and sunk two more balls before missing her third. "See." "Well, I am sure you'd have thought of something." He's offering her a chortle before turning off to the side. "You retained quite a bit, regardless." He's watching as she sunk the next of her balls. He offered a nod and said, "It would be a boring game if either of us were to shut the other out. No turn, no anticipation, just whoever gets the first ball, right?" He grinned to her, managing to get to the next side, once she missed the next ball. One of hers and he still had to deal with four. The man managed to sink a ball in from a bank-shot so that he could get his cue positioned in a better spot for the second one. "So, what do you enjoy doing, aside from some occasional game of eight-ball? I am sure you have something you like doing? Watching? Many friends you go out with? I know you mentioned no time for men but what of some normal friends?" Again she shrugged. "And what would you have asked if me is we had made a bet? I don't have much that you don't have." Her eyes watched as he sunk another ball. She seemed distracted until he asked his next question. "Is anyone normal? I have one or two female friends that I see on a regular basis but when I say regular I mean once a week if we're not all busy. I enjoy a nice book to read or watching movies, reading the newspaper or getting my nose into a good piece of information." The man paused, looking over the balls as he considered the question. What would he have asked of her, if the two made a bet? If he won, what would he have wanted? He considered this as she sunk another ball, letting the woman take some time to answer his most recent of questions. With a simple nod, he wrapped his hands around the stick, holding it near the center as he said, "I see. Not a lot of time to yourself, then." He considered, lifting his abnormal eyes to Lora, herself. "As for what the bet was, perhaps I would have asked for you to stay for the night." With that, he would await to see if she got to the eight ball or not, "A simple request, I figure, though." Lora bent over to take aim at the eight-ball when he spoke of her spending the night. She had been in the middle of shooting when she had a shocked reaction. The ball was missed and caused her to scratch again. She stood and looked at him with red cheeks. "Well... I've never actually stayed the night at anyone's place. Not even friends as I was growing up." The man would him, turning his head to the cue ball as it was knocked to the side and ended up falling into one of the corner pockets. "Well, too bad that bet was not made, else I'd have won it. A scratch on an eight-ball is a loss, yes? Unless you use different rules." He moved to the pocket, taking out the white ball from it and looking over it. "But you may stay, regardless... And I wouldn't really know much of staying over other's, myself. I try to keep myself scarce, as you can tell." He offered her a toothy smile, settling the cue ball down behind the line and saying, "We can keep shooting until the 8 is in..." He's leaning down and sinking in one of his own balls. He's soon moving quickly and shooting just as quickly, almost as if he wanted to get his turn-over than actually attempting to win, at this point. This falling it to her turn to make another shot at the 8-ball. She took aim and glanced up at him briefly. "Perhaps I'll stay over anyway. You've clearly beaten me by those rules. But not by the other ones. Corner pocket." With that she took her shot and the ball fell in. Straightening she smiled back at him and winked. "Now what toothy?" She already felt comfortable enough to joke about what he was, but she hoped he would see it that way instead of getting offended. Mr Hyatt hummed, looking to her in slight confusion. Appreciation, but confusion. "Well, I am honored, then." He said, giving a ball, before he looked to the ball shot, still bent down in the bow. A smirk crossed his face as he rose up before saying, "Well, what was it you said you'd want in a bet, then? You never did mention anything." He's moving to gather all the balls from all the pockets and rolling them back to the edge. He would have then moved to rack them up, if for not another game, than to just be clean. Furthermore, he paused, humming as he looked over the woman, "Maybe you could speak more of your friends? I mean, you mentioned you had some, but didn't really do much, too into your work, if I recall? And what of those you aided that got injured in combat? Keep in contact?" She shrugged and looked around at everything he had. She didn't want any of it. Furthermore, she had grown up not having anything, but she never got the need to obtain that what she lacked as a child. Furthermore, she was simple. Then it hit her. "I don't want much but if I do one day lose my virginity I want to look sexy. I just want a piece of sexy lingerie. I'll even let you pick it out. That is if we had made the bet. But we didn't." She laughed and leaned against the side of the couch." I had two friends. We weren't too close but their still friends. Their getting married an having baby so they've forgotten all about me. As for the people I've met from combat, I've followed up on their recovery made sure they were okay. Did a piece on them which brought them some popularity. Again, they would forget about me. Seem alike you keep people away out of necessity I keep them away by nature." There would be a long, perhaps awkward, pause at this. The woman was speaking out in a way that seemed to be an attempt at jokes, but things seemed to ring truer than the outer layer showed. His red eyes would keep focused on her before slowly nodding, turning his head away and moving to walk to the bar, grabbing a few drinks from a cooler under it and returning to her as she went on about the friends that she had known and, apparently, lost due to one thing or another. Eventually, he would hold one of the bottles he brought to her, a cold drink, non-alcoholic, it seemed, but some kind of foreign soda. He would stand next to her, staring in the same direction she was before saying, "Perhaps. But it does not seem that much a nature of yours. Just neglect. You focused a lot on your work and so you do not keep in touch. And then they find something else in their life, so they do not keep in touch. How it appears... I enjoy my friendships to be long-lasting, as I know that the life many have is so short compared to the many ones I have lived myself. It seems it would be ruinous to just allow the people I enjoy to drift apart." With that comment, the man would turn his head, looking to her, "So, as long as I do not cause you harm and the same in reverse, expect a long, worthy friend, yes?" He's speaking with his toothy smile and holding up the bottle. Her amber eyes watched him as he moved about. He had a different way of moving then most men, it drew her in. She wasn't normal. To be calmly having a conversation with a vampire she wasn't normal. But was anything normal these days? Taking the offered drink she held it with both hands. The coldness of the bottle sinking into her hands, telling her She wads still able to feel, she was alive. What he said was true. Life didn't last long when you were mortal and human. The friendship a had she let go. For some reason she felt shame at his words. When he looked at her and promised a lasting friendship a held his gaze and smiled. "For as long as I live." She held up her bottle in a gestured cheer and drank. It was delicious and cold and cooled the heat in her stomach. The man lifted his own drink, at the way she presented a toast and then took a drink, himself. He had downed the entire thing in one go, letting a long pointed tongue to cross over his lips and teeth once finished, settling the bottle down onto the countertop and asked, "Well, then, Lora," He said, attempting to drop the formalities a bit, "What kind of entertainment would you prefer? I know things could get dull if we are not active. Unless you wish to attempt to shop for the lingerie you suggested earlier." He's giving a hearty laugh. She sipped at her own drink wishing for something with a little more kick. A small smiled played on her lips as she looked up at him. "I do believe I gave you the opportunity to choose for me. Besides, I don't know what men like on a woman." She glanced around the room and took note of a stereo. "You might not know this but most women love to dance. With a few drinks and some music I can show you how to have fun. It's been awhile since I've been able to dance buzzed." "I did, but I thought some kind of mutual thing would help. Not to mention, I do not even know your measurements, so how would I reliably get a set for you?" He's offering a slight laugh. He would hum, though, at the last part, he's tapping his chin before saying, "It had been a while for me to consider, I admit. Not to mention I doubt my ideas of what is nice might not be the norm." He's giving a shrug, spreading out his wings and arms, as if to show off that he was quite out of the norm to begin with. When She took note of the sound system he had, Borgen looked over to the side, staring at the Stereo before offering a grin, "I was unaware. There are various tracks I can get on this you know... What kind of drinks and music might you need? With the bar and the access I have, I am sure I can get anything you desire." He's moving to the Stereo, first, and taking up a controller. He would look down to it, pressing a few buttons to prime and adjust the sound, "Let us start with the music. What artists are you a fan of?" She smiled at him. "I have a 34 D bust, usually wear a medium shirt and size 6 pants. Don't know what my measurements are specifically though. Just point out anything you like and I'll find a good size." She winked. Before going over to look at the stereo with him. Lora certainly seemed more comfortable around him now despite his abnormal appearance and species. Going through her list of favorite songs she couldn't quite decide on what she wanted to listen to. "Honestly I can't decide. Just put in something we can really dance to." When she just spouted her sizes he nodded and then said, "I am sure I can figure something out..." He's looking over the device and then said, "Well, maybe something more... modern... Electronica it was called, right?" He's cycling through some things, finding a song that was wordless but with a strong bass and danceable beat. Within a moment, it would start picking up, he's moving to the side before saying, "Let me get you a drink, anything in particular? Maybe a Long Island iced tea?" She shook her head. "How about something with a bit more kick to it? Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I'm a sissy." She laughed and turned her attention to the music. It wasn't her usual music, but she found she could get into it. Her hips swayed to the beat and as she got a feel for the rhythm her whole body was in it. Swaying, turning and body rolling she seemed to be enjoying herself. The man gave a boisterous laugh before saying, "Fine, how about a white Russian? Made with ice cream instead of regular cream." He nodded, giving a smile as he moved to stat mixing in the alpha and the vodka. "In fact, I think I will get a glass for myself. Surprisingly good and sweet mixed with that alcohol taste." She grinned at him as he laughed. It was good that he was laughing. It meant he was enjoying himself, having fun a relaxing with her company. Furthermore, it wasn't a strained laugh. Furthermore, it was a full and loud laugh no one could fake. "That actually sounds pretty good. Put double vodka in mine. I like the taste." She watched him as he made the drinks and tilted her head. "Can you fly? Those wings aren't just for decoration right?" When she confirmed the idea of a drink, Borgen got directly onto the work. He gathered the different ingredients, first putting in a few scoops of ice cream before pouring in the Kahlua. When she asked of his wings, he simply hummed, pouring in the vodka. "I can, actually, but it has been a while. I may be completely out of practice. Why? Did you wish me to sweep you off your feet and have a late-night flight in the open air?" He's giving her a smirk as he started the blender. She laughed and smiled at him. "Every girl dreams of being swept off her feet by a charming handsome man although not literally. If you're out of practice I'll take a rain check. I may be daring and adventurous, but I'm not crazy enough to be whisked into the air by a rusty vampire." She walked to the bar and watched him as he made the drinks. She might just want one after a hard day of work and when she's finally relaxing at home. "Oh, well, good. As I am not, literally, a charming, handsome man." He commented, putting a finger up, though as he got a couple glasses with the other hand, "Though I do not think that should restrict me. I think I can be quite charming." And with that word, he would lower his hands, taking up the blender's pitcher and pouring the glasses full to near overflowing. "By the way. I know your name, and you may know mine from your ... researching." He would pull his hands back, letting the semi-liquid to drip off the edge before he replaced the pitcher from hence it came and placed the lid on. "But if you do call my name, do not go Borgen, a bit odd in today's world, yes? And For is just too much close to being an insult, yes? So, if need be, refer to me as Gen." And as he spoke the name to call him, he would offer one of the glasses to her, giving a slight nod. She shrugged as she took the drink and sipped at it. It was quite delicious. The creaminess of the ice cream combined with the alcohol made a great compliment to each other. It went down smooth. "I think I can see you being charming. Your refined and more of a gentleman than a lot of men nowadays. By you know there are a lot of crazy fan girls who would love to be bitten by a vampire and become a vampires' lover. Those twilight and other adult teen books are to blame." She took several more sips of her drink and smiled as her head already felt fuzzy. The man shrugged his shoulders, taking a small drink after she explained the whole idea of fangirls, trying to mull it over as the cream melted more within his mouth. Once he drank it down he would explain, "Maybe, but the images they portray are not like me. They are still quite human. A handsome man, dashing, even. He has skin pale as cream, features soft, yet defined and flawless skin despite being portrayed as the living deal." He placed a hand up to his chest, "I, on the other hand, am a pallid-skinned creature with bad teeth, a curious way of speaking. I may own riches, but it is through actual works, even if it is from the unfair advantage of longevity." He nodded his head, looking to the side, "I am not the sexual being that some attribute to the modern-day vampires." She sat down on the couch and nodded as he spoke. Authors have always portrayed vampires as being handsome beings that carried women off to everlasting love. "Bram Stoker came pretty close sometimes. The male vampire wasn't always pretty. He had his moments of being more bat-like. But your right fan girls are in love with the unrealistic fantasy. What kind of man is that beautiful? Honestly I find intelligence and a person's heart is what makes someone beautiful and so far your very handsome." She took another sip of the drink and let the creamy smoothness run down her throat. The alcohol was making her brave. "When's the last time you got laid? I heard once you have sex it's hard to go without for a while. Is it hard for you?" When Lora moved to the couch and took her seat, he would follow after her. While she spoke, his attention kept to her, nodding as he said, in confirmation, "Yes, Bram Stoker did. He had the image in mind and the Nosferatu was a good adaptation for the screen, I think. I am unsure if you have seen it. But the Count in that was more beastly, more pallid." He took a drink as he thought on it before offering a smile, "And thank you, my dear. I will accept such a compliment." He realized he was quite enjoying her company. She had her own fun streak about her, and she knew what she wanted. It was all quite reassuring. And then his mind seemed to have hit a brick wall at her question, as he kept the smile, but then said in a simple way, "Excuse me?" He had paused before shaking his head, "Huh... Sex..." He muttered, looking down. "It had been a few... decades at least... The last I remember was of one nice woman... Hamm... When was that?" He muttered, pacing around before snapping his fingers, "Ah right, Nineteen Forty-niner. It was a year after my partner died, and the second term of President Truman..." He said, in remembrance. "Kind girl, knew her through my partner. I do think it was mainly a grieving tool between us, however..." He started pacing, in his thoughts, head down as he muttered, "Think it was considered a mistake on both our parts, though." Lora shook her head. "No I don't think I've seen that one. When I was younger I was really into the weird movies, so I should have heard of that one at least. I've seen the countess Dracula, but that was just a woman who drank the blood of pretty virgin's to stay young. It was quite dull." She smiled as it seemed she threw him off balance with her question. In fact, she was surprised she had asked it, but before she could apologize and say he didn't have to answer, he was already speaking. She listened intently and frowned. So he had been with a normal woman before. It was possible. "She helped you with your grieving? Why was it such a mistake for the both of you? Because it was done after a loved one died?" She sounded cruel to herself for asking such questions, but she couldn't help it. The alcohol had her head buzzing. "Elizabeth Battery..." The man said, nodding in a knowing fashion, "I heard of her trial. She was merely a murderer, nothing of supernatural quality, though a lot of people like to spin the story of the Blood Countess. I never met her personally and do not think I would want to." He nodded, and took the remaining drink down before taking a deep breath and calming himself. When Lora spoke, once more, he turned his attention back to her and tried to explain his position, "It was both out of grief. We barely knew one another and during that time, sex, as a whole, was rather taboo. It is not like it was in the free love movement of the seventies. She still had a life ahead of her to expect and me... Well... I had some to offer, but nothing outgoing like she would have wanted. I don't even know why she went with such a thing..." He admitted, putting his hand to his forehead, rubbing at it as he placed his glass down. "She would be Ninety-One this year, if she's even still alive..." He thought aloud. Her eyes widened as he spoke of the woman. "She was an actual person?! Wow. The world is full of strange things and people. She didn't seem like a pleasant woman, so I don't blame you for not wanting to meet her." Lora was silent for a time and downed the rear of her drink. When she was a little tipsy she said anything that was on her mind. "Maybe it wasn't just the grief that made her do it. Maybe she was curious as to how it was. Just as I am. How long did you guys keep meeting to have sex?"

Within the Company of a Monster (Quinz128 x MistressEvelyn)|rating:4.0

The Hunter (iRawr and Opaq)

Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Immense blinding pain! It came from nowhere. So sudden. So unexpected. For ran. He didn't know where, he didn't know from what, but he ran. The world blurred as he galloped, his mighty legs thundering against the ground, propelling him ever forward. Flee. Get away. His mind was telling him. Get away from danger. His hoofs trampled plants and branches broke against his hide as he barreled through the woods. For was unaware of the branches and twigs that snapped against his skin as he ran past. Blood was drawn, alas none was as devastating as the arrow in his side, but in his haste even he did not know where he was wounded. How did this happen to him? Not too long ago he was a rising star of his herd. Everyone said he had potential to become the next Alpha, to keep the herd safe from the pesky humans that always hunted around the herd territory. But fate laughed at him, and a violent storm ripped through their territory. For was not usually a fool as to part from the herd, but the sudden change in weather took them all by surprise, and he was sure that he was not the only member of the herd that was missing. Lost and dazed, For had wandered for days, stopping only to eat and rest, he wasn't even sure of where he was going. When the centaur decided to stop on the fifth day of his journey however... Mor felt the cold spring water rush up to greet him as he blindly plunged into the bank of a lake. The centaur took a few more step and then collapsed, his equine half submerged by the water while his human torso lay on its bank, glistening with seat and water. It was only now that his body began to register the pain from his wound. For screamed out loudly in pain, uncaring that the hunter could be following him closely... (Name; Alexander Age; Twenty-Two Title; The hunter Species; Human NSFW; View (// View (Outfit; Click (The target was hit, his prey wounded. He was shocked, probably just as shocked as his prey that he managed to sneak up on it and hit the creature. A week ago he had a fall-out with his father, after all the man was head of the hunters in the village. The small village that settled just outside this deep magical forest. A dangerous place to humans that is. A place very few humans dare travel alone. Alex had been one of the few to only hunt rabbits, or wolves even deer. Having never stepped into this dangerous forest. After some bickering with his father he decided he would leave, only to return once he had prey that would bring him respect. His father couldn't have a son who would make him look bad, it is as harsh but the truth. The way things had to be. This was his trip, this was him hunting for the sake of his father and village. One day he would lead the hunters, and he just needed to buckle down. It's not like he wanted to go out and randomly kill some interesting creature but had to. The journal he had spoke of various creatures that dwell in the forest one of those said creatures being the very one he was currently tracking. It's been another five days since he wounded the centaur, the arrow must have still been lodged into the skin with the blood trail continuing. He missed his home, he was starving for something to eat and pretty tired from all the walking and running. He didn't have much time to rest, his food was long gone. Alex had no time to hunt or look for any not while this prey was so close. Bright red blood littered the ground, some places it was a lot where you could tell the centaur had rested. For someone wounded it sure put up a good work out. The journal warned him of how strong one could be, how smart and normally fast they are as well. He took everything in and made sure to always stay on his feet that is... Until his need for things took over, such as food or water. Coming to a large lake his eyes stared at the water, lips dry as his tongue came out. Bending down only to fall on his knees, he set his bow beside him on the ground. The end of his sword from his waist line clicking as it to hit the ground. His hands moved into the water watching as it leaked through his fingers cupping his hands together. Lifting his hands up he took a few sips, repeating the process over and over until a large sigh escaped him. He was unaware of his surroundings at the moment basking in the taste and feel of the cold water. Doing it once more although this time he brought it to his face splashing some along his hair as well. It wasn't until he heard the sudden scream that he snapped his head up. Hand going to the bow only to grip it tightly. Eyes looked around, examining the area body lifting slowly. Eyes fell on the centaur across the lake on the other side of the bank. Steadying his breathing he pulled an arrow out, getting it ready as he aimed for the creature. It was in pain, clearly, and it must have been tired. He pulled back fingertips somewhat shaky. This would be it he could finally go home. He stepped forward just as he was about to release the arrow, his leather boot slipping along the mud in the water. Body tumbling back with a grunt as the arrow instead was shot into the sky. A loud gasp left his lips, as he fell into the lake with a splash. Body twitching only to push back up from the water and mud. Hands dug into the water looking for his bow that he had dropped. This... Oh, this was not his finest hour. The centaur's keen hearing picked up on something. The scent came to him. The human was downwind from him! With a mighty grunt, For rose shakily to his feet. Though he was pale and clearly suffering from blood loss, he attempted to look threatening to the human. He thrust out his chest and released a challenging shout. For saw the human ready his bow, and the centaur smiled, closing his eyes. Fate was indeed cruel. The centaur did not move, he had resigned himself to this fate. Even with the distance between them, he would not be able to dodge the arrow with his wound. He waited... but alas! The shot did not come. In its stead was a loud splash, causing For to open his eyes again. Lo! What humor was this? The human had fallen into the lake. Were it not for the pain in his side, For would be guffawing, and perhaps throwing a few insults towards the clumsy human. He pondered whether he would gallop over there and trample the human to death, thus taking his foe with him into the afterlife... or perhaps... With a weak smirk, For turned and limped back into the woods. The human still had a blade, and in his weakened state For doubted that he could best the human. Perhaps if he had weapons from his herd he would've finished the puny creature. A spear or maybe a short bow, but the storm had robbed him of all weapons, so for now, he would retreat. How shameful! A centaur retreating from a puny human? For grumbled something about being laughed at by Fate as he limped away, hoping that the human would still be disoriented from his fall to follow. He did not get far however-soon his wound prevented him from walking any further, and he knelt at the base of a large tree, cursing the human, cursing fate, cursing the weather. This should not have happened to him! He was powerful, he was beautiful, and least of all he was young! He still had his entire life ahead of him... Mor picks up a sizable stick. Fine. If he could go no further, then he'll fight. But even something as simple as a meager log was becoming too heavy for him. What a disgrace of a centaur. Why did the storm have to come? Why was he separated? Why didn't the human just tip his bow with poison and end him already? Why chase him about like a creature of prize? For quickly angered himself. No. This was not how it was going to go down. If the human wanted him, then he'll have to fight for it. He weakly stood and brandished his log, waiting. (Name; Alexander Age; Twenty-Two Title; The hunter Species; Human NSFW; View (// View (Outfit; Click (This was not happening, his big moment ruined by mud. Hands dug deeper, the way the lake dropped a slope caused the boy to glide down. Head lifting he looked to the beast, eyes glaring. He caught sight of that look, as if his destiny just changed drastically. As if Alex was being played for some fool. " Dammit! " He shouted, while spitting some of the water from his mouth. Finally, the bow was between his fingers pulling it up from the water. By the time his head lifted back up the beast had left again continuing the chase. Standing up and pulling from the water, he shook his head causing the water to slide off his skin. Off he went making his way around the lakes bank, in order to find him self standing directly where the centaur had been. Eyes roamed the ground looking for any trace of blood. It seemed with the use of the water it was about to get a bit more tricky to trace the beast. The blood was thin, almost unnoticeable. He readied the bow, having it at his side with the arrow as he went in the direction the best had gone. That would have been an embarrassing moment, one he was glad that he was alone with only one witness. He might not have been the most skilled hunter around, this was new to him. This type of chase or hunt if you call it that. Taking in a deep breath he found him self, turning around a tree only to find him self stumble back in a gasp. It. It was just standing, waiting it seemed. Eyes fell on the beast, finally able to take in all its features. Both that of a horse and that of a human. Eyes just roamed, finding it oh so interesting. How this creature was mixed, how was it made like this? He was stunned, frozen in place in this sight. It also seemed the beast was going to fight back in its weak state. Bringing the bow up he aimed the arrow, an emotionless expression along his face. Seeing the horse was easy, seeing the human not so much. His fingers shook a bit, causing his hand to also shake. This made the boy unsteady. Was he killing a human? No it was just a creature of prize. The bow was a bit slippery, causing the arrow to slide which also wasn't helping. Scoffing at the thing, he tossed the two objects aside as they landed next to a large tree. Hand coming down to his waist in order to pull out the thin sword. Fingertips secured tightly around it, pointed at the beast. Breathing slowly he didn't think he would have to actually engage in this type of close combat. With someone so much bigger and probably faster even if weakened. " I'm sorry. " He edged closer, taking his sweet time as he moved little by little. That apology was true he felt sorry for what ever it really was. Man. Beast. Some abomination. Even if it was rather alluring in ways. He didn't know if it could understand him or talk he didn't want to know. It seemed like an eternity for the human to show up. For closed his eyes, his mind wandering back to his youth. He remembered when he was a young colt and the centaurs had an established village. He would exit their little hut and gallop through the maze-like village, and when night fell, he would return, tired and hungry, and his mother would prepare food, and they would eat, and everything would be all right again. But then the humans came, and came again, and again. They kept coming to the point where the centaurs could not keep fighting against their large numbers, and thus the mighty race was then reduced to nomads, much of their culture and history was lost since that time. Good. This made him angry, this made him gather his remaining energy to fight. He would avenge decades of persecution in one fight. Eyes flew open as he heard a gasp and a crash. Ah, the human had arrived. For regarded him with the same unflinching gaze, save that his was a bit less unflinching due to his wound. His forehead was perspiring heavily as he took deep breaths. The wound was already getting to him, this wouldn't be much of a fight. For's eyes followed the human's bow as he dropped it. What was this creature thinking? For thought. The bow would have made the fight one-sided, the human's victory would not have been questioned by the centaur should he had kept his bow- but now... For reared up on his hid legs, unleashing a battle cry of mixed rage and pain. He charged the human, legs thundering against the earth, but as he fell upon the human, his hind leg gave out from behind him, and he dropped, falling into the earth and sliding up to the feet of the human. Defeated by his wound. The centaur could not get up, even as he lay breathing heavily, glaring at the human with hate. For then slowly closed his eyes again. So be it then. Fate had decreed his death, he would not resist it any longer. The centaur awaited the kiss of the human's cold blade. (Name; Alexander Age; Twenty-Two Title; The hunter Species; Human NSFW; View (// View (Outfit; Click (Alex stood his ground, oddly enough he didn't flinch or try and run away at the sight of this beast. The sight that he was being charged at by this incredibly huge yet alluring beast. Eyes glared, ready for this attack one that he feared he might not be able to withstand. Humans prevailed in numbers, and he was just some human after all. Arching up the blade he was getting it ready, hands tightly along the shaft of it. Taking in a deep breath he found him self at ease. That finally this would be over, and he would go home, that this was just some creature to kill. Loud thumps filled his ears at the sight, but the act that came with this charge didn't happen. The act he expected to feel pain, maybe feel his blade running through flesh and muscle. Instead, he watched as the beast gave away and fell to a more slide directly in front of him. Mere inches away from him Alex stared at the beast. So close, so easy to just strike and finally win. Was it weak to give that final blow to a creature down? Was it weak to feel sorry for it? He stared back into those hate filled eyes, with his own soft filled ones. Hands tightening as he brought the sword down... His chest fell, and rose with each huff of air as the blade came down only to slam against the ground right beside the large beast. The blade stuck in the ground, hands letting go falling to his sides. He just stared though this victory was his he held a defeated look upon his face. His hands balled into fists, trembling at this creature before him. This would be hard to explain to his father, that he just couldn't do it. He couldn't kill this centaur for it looked too much like a hurt human. How could he do it? When one held so much sadness and pain? His eyes slid from the beasts human form, examining the features along the way. Until eyes settled on the wound he inflicted with the arrow. Narrowing his eyes he stared at it, the thing was still bleeding which gave a lot of answers. Like why the beast was so weak, losing so much blood. He would probably just bleed out and die sooner or later, right? Isn't that how it went after getting so weak you bleed out unable to fight it any longer. He lowered, only to pull out his dagger that was secured in his leather boot. He tossed it aside, right beside his bow showing the beast he had no weapons. His arms raised into the air, showing he meant no harm that he was harmless. Well at this current moment that is. He tried speaking, but no words came out. He tried his best to turn away, yet he seemed to have been frozen. Something he couldn't explain, something that was drawing him closer and closer. Moving slowly, he edged all but closer only to close that small distance between the beast. His hand reached out slowly, edging to the wound as he stared at it. He didn't know if the beast would even let him touch it, try and help. Hands moved to his shirt pulling at the bottom half in order to rip the thin fabric. It was clean and wet so it would help the wound. Alex just held it up as if showing he was trying to help oddly enough. For could feel it. The winds rushing across the plain, caressing his skin as he galloped across open fields. The sky would be clear over head, no cloud in sight as he would run on forever, never tiring, never hungering... there would be no pain. The Great Plain awaited him. Yes. He could see it now. Herds of old and new would be there to greet him. A lost child of the People. It would be eternity... The release from mortality did not come. It was rather...unexpected. As he heard the sound of the blade entering earth, For opened his eyes to regard the human, was this sympathy, or mockery? Did this human want to watch him die a slow and painful death instead of ending him quickly? The human looked at him. Was this his sick form of study? For continued watching as the human discarded his blade and a hidden dagger. Palms faced up. Even amongst the centaur that was seen as a sign of benevolence. What exactly was the human planning? Eyes trailing the clearly conflicted human. For wanted to shout and scream. To tell him to end it quickly, however he was too weak to do even that. The human could have simply started kicking him and the centaur would not be able to do a thing. The horseman couldn't comprehend what the human was doing. Was he trying to collect blood? For laid down again. He cared not anymore. Death would come for him sooner or later, even if the human did not deliver the finishing blow, and he would be upon the Great Plain. (Name; Alexander Age; Twenty-Two Title; The hunter Species; Human NSFW; View (// View (Outfit; Click (Alex simply stared at the wound, the arrow looked as though it was gone, yet it had broken off leaving the tip inside. Sighing he moved back away, over to his bow a knife he tossed away. Picking up the knife, it being in one hand while the ripped cloth being in the other he stared at the beast. " I. I'm going to help. " Honestly that could be taken in a few ways. Help the wound or help end the pain it was up in the air with the various ways to be done. He didn't know why he couldn't do it, be like his father a heartless being to just end it. Take the success in killing something so large, so interesting. Moving closer, he bent down onto his knees sitting for a moment while thinking over how he would be doing this. He would have to get it out and the knife would be the only way to do it. Taking a deep breath he leaned forward knife being placed to the wound softly. Yes he was a bit scared, fearing that this thing could probably trample him to death. He pushed the blade into the wound, feeling the tip scrape at the metal tip of the arrow. He dug a little deeper, twisting it in order for the arrow tip to become visible upon the flesh and blood. Taking the cloth in his mouth he used his now free hand to go gently over the wound. Hand petting the best as if that would calm it. He had no idea what he was doing, this had been one of this winging it moments. Two fingers moved to the wound, pressing in a bit to grip at the arrow tip. It was slippery from the blood so he pushed the knife in a bit more until the arrow popped out with the pressure. It probably hurt just as bad as it entered, or more coming out. Watching the tip roll from the beast and onto the ground eyes followed it, picking it up with bloody fingers. Yes something so small yet so dangerous can be so easily painful. Sticking the knife in the ground, he took the cloth from his mouth quickly placing it over the wound applying much needed pressure in order to stop the blood. Taking in a deep breath he let it out just as deep and scratchy as it entered. Body heating up from being so nervous around this creature. Still being so close, actually feeling it was unique. It was different, something most hunters probably couldn't say they have done with one that was actually living. Pulling the cloth away, his eyes examined the wound it wasn't that bad. It was only bad because the arrow head was still in which meant it wouldn't have been able to heal at all or stop bleeding. Wrapping the cloth up a bit for a clean side he pressed it again to the beast. An odd smile slid over his features, something he wouldn't be able to explain. Was he happy? Or did it just feel good to help this creature out. " Y-Your not so bad. " He spoke softly, eyes not removing from the wound. Nothing was uttered from the centaur as the human went to work, he was too weak to protest or fight back, and even if he could, he was rather intrigued by a human. Intrigued by a human on his dying breath? The herd would have mocked him endlessly for doing so. However, this human was worth that. Why had he not taken the kill? Since the centaur cities fell, all centaur foal had been taught to kill humans on sight for it was either kill, or be killed. The herds would go around a human settlement if it was too large, however if it was a single settlement it was encouraged for the herd to storm through and trample the humans to death, For himself had participated in these slayings several times. Compassion however, compassion was new. It was strange. Foreign to For. Never in his life had he seen humans show compassion to anything other than their kind. Sure one heard rumors and stories of odd centaur folk that had left the herd to elope with human lovers, but he had always believed that those were naught, but stories told as a tale of warning, as these stories always ended with the death of one of the partners.Nevertheless, For let the human remove the arrow tip from his side. The pain burst through him like flames within his body, but it soon became icy col and the centaur remained on the ground. For remained silent even though the human was speaking to him. Perhaps he was too tired to even attempt to speak to the human, or perhaps he was simply fascinated with the touch of a human on his side. He had been touched by other centaurs in brotherly embrace, but human was different. They did not smell the same, nor did they follow the same customs... After several minutes of lying still, For slowly rose, the smell of sweat and musk following him. Very weakly the centaur climbed to his four feet. He wobbled and then stood shakily for a few seconds before he collapsed back onto the ground, panting heavily. A weak eye regarded the human that had injured, yet was helping him. Oh, how humorous fate was. "Were I not injured," He said softly, so soft in fact, that the human would most likely have to strain if he intended to listen, "were I not injured you would be dead, human." For knew the human tongue for he had found it useful for eavesdropping on human conversations, not to mention that it worked well to confuse them during the midst of battle. (Name; Alexander Age; Twenty-Two Title; The hunter Species; Human NSFW; View (// View (Outfit; Click (Alexander's body stiffened, almost instantly. The beast spoke... Eyes wide, as he turned just slightly to look at the centaurs face. His face held nothing but a puzzled look, at how human this creature really was. Those words spoken had not be pretty words either, which left him to believe this beast would never show mercy to someone. Alex looked back to the wound, taking what the beast said in. Thinking it over with a smirk. " Am I to believe when you get better you will end me? " His eyes took a slid glance at the creatures face that only lasted but a few moments. His hand putting some more pressure down on the wound. Hands retracted though, at the beasts sudden movement. Causing Alex to fall back, hands gripping at the ground. When he was down on the ground this creature looked huge, and could easily crush him. He was actually wondering if that was going to happen, but it seemed the beast was still far too weak to even stay standing. " You kind of stink. " Alex pointed out, raising a brow at the beast. After all it seemed he was safe if the creature couldn't even stand up and barely talk. Looking at the cloth it was stained red, yet it seemed the blood was slowing down greatly. So he ripped another piece off from the bottom of his shirt, putting it over the wound. " You probably think I'm just another heartless hunter. Probably just playing some sort of trickery upon you. " He just smiled, eyes locked on that wound. " You are safe. " He started, hand reaching out to let his fingertips run along the soft skin of the beast. " At least from me. " He couldn't speak for the other hunters or his father and he knew his father. He would have killed this centaur without blinking. Honestly it made him feel so much weaker. That he couldn't even take such a life. " I had good reasons you know. " Alex stated, sending the beast a glare of mixed feelings. His hand pulling away as he sat up just a bit more. " Are you hungry? Thirsty? " He asked softly, after all he couldn't just leave it here to die. If he didn't kill it something else in these woods might come along and do it. "Are your ears as dull as your mind?" For was regaining his strength, it was his centaur biology that was helping him recover rather quickly. "There is naught that you humans can bring but reckless destruction to all around you. The world would be better off if your wretched kind had not crawled out of the depths of hell." The centaur had gained enough strength from the blood being stopped to sit up. Amazing how strong the centaur body was! Especially one that was just hitting his pride, such as For. Deep brown eyes regarded the human as it continued to talk. Why was it speaking? Did it not realize the danger that it was in? When For gained enough strength he would seize the human in his hands and squeeze the life out of him. Such was what Fate decreed. The centaur did not address the comment of him stinking. To acknowledge such things would be to acknowledge that he was different from the dull creatures that roamed the plains with the proud centaurs. Mor laughed at the human's continued speech. "No danger from you? Were you not the one that wounded me so? All humans are dangerous, each one of you. From the frailest elder to the youngest infant." For stopped speaking when he felt the human's hand upon his own skin. It felt oddly satisfying, and as much as he loathed the human, he did not put an end to it. The centaur immediately looked away as the human rose. At first, it seemed as though he would not reply, but finally he spoke. "Water and anything you foolish human can hunt with your horrid skills. But I speak in mirth for I shall find you days later nursing the wounds of an injured rabbit as well!" He scoffed but did not so much as glance at the human who has offered to care for him. What exactly was his angle? Humans and centaur were sworn enemy, so why was this human helping him? (Name; Alexander Age; Twenty-Two Title; The hunter Species; Human NSFW; View (// View (Outfit; Click (Alexander simply raised a brow, at the creatures words. For a wounded creature who had barely any breath just a moment ago he was speaking a lot. He caught on fast to that which meant the beast was getting better fast. Was that even possible to heal so fast? " You... Talk a lot. " He blinked, staring the creature dead in the eyes. " It's not fitting. For something like you. " He looked over the beast, making it clear to what he was doing. " You are just as bad, killing innocent humans. Your kind is just as ruthless. " Scoffing, he turned on his heel moving to pick up his bow and arrows. " You wouldn't have shown mercy...." He looked back to the beast with a cold glare. " Yet I did. What does that really say about us humans? " With that he took his leave heading back down to the lake. He didn't know exactly how he was supposed to get water back to the centaur. It's not like he had some bucket with him. He could always put it in his boot but. That probably wouldn't settle too nicely with the creature. Once arriving at the lake, his eyes wandered the area. Teeth nibbling along his bottom lip while he thought of something to use. He looked down, eyes sliding back to his shirt. Yes he could use that as best he could. First came the food, and that would probably just be fish. Walking around the bank of the lake, moving to a large stack of boulders that overlooked a nice part of the lake. Climbing to the very top, his eyes scanned the water. From above, it looked much more clear instead of murky. You could see the small and big fish swimming around. Taking one of the arrows, he readied it. Aiming down at the water watching the various fish move about. He waited, for the perfect moment. Before his fingers released the arrow being sent down striking a good-sized fish in the tail. Good enough considering he aimed for it's head. He did this three more times causing him to run out of arrows but gather four nicely sized fish. Setting the bow down and stripping him self of his boots, followed by his vest and torn up shirt. Eyes went back to the fish, arrow half in the water and ground and half out showing where they all are. Slipping down the rocks he moved into the cool water, pants clinging to his skin. Moving to each arrow he gathered the fish, having already had them ready for a fire to be cooked on a stick it seemed. Smirking and rewarding him self with positive thoughts he moved back to his items and clothing. His vest hung over his shoulder, alongside the bow. The shirt he balled into his hand for now. His boots the same, having tied them together so they could hang with the vest. The wet and cool ground felt great against his feet, leather could really get annoying. Just before returning he sunk his shirt in the water, gathering as much as he could and as much as the shirt could contain. It took him hardly any time to return. Tossing each arrow and fish down on the ground in a pile. The bow set against the tree, with his boots and vest. Eyes sliding to the Centaur...." Drink this. " He held his shirt out, showing it soaked up a lot of water and could be rung out. There was no need to reply to the human. Was it that he had made a good point, or that he did not wish to degrade himself further by conversing with the human? Nevertheless, For looked away, ignoring the human until he left. As he left though, For turned to regard him from behind. His upper torso would have passed for that of a centaur. Even through his clothing, For could see the strong back of a hunter, a creature that was dominant, a creature that was the hunter, not the hunted. Where fate more kind, they would make this human part of the Kin. He would have been powerful and strong. A true member of the herd. And perhaps were fate different, perhaps they could have been friends... For snorted. What madness was he coming to? A human? Part of the Herd? Utter madness! They would have laughed his hairy ass out of the plains and into the mountains had they heard such a ludicrous suggestion. With the human gone, For had little to do, so he closed his eyes for a short nap, he would need his energy if he were to recover further. He dreamed once again, of being on the plain. Of galloping with the wind running through his hair and tail. Of the thunderous roar of the herd as they raced across open fields. How beautiful the sound, how wondrous. How familiar... He was awoken from his slumber suddenly as the human returned. So quickly? Where had the time gone by? He regarded the wet shirt and the raw fish. What was this? He had asked the human to bring him food and water, not a soggy garment and raw fish. "What is this?" He asked. His kind did not eat fish, rather, they had never been the type of people to actively fish. Their food was on the plains, smaller mammals, rabbits, foxes, wolves. Nothing equine of course, it just felt too wrong. But no fish, never fish. "What do you expect me to do with this?" He looked at the shirt again, "especially with that." He looked on the human's bare torso, admittedly, he looked rather... "Do you expect me to suck on your filthy clothing and eat my meal raw?" (Name; Alexander Age; Twenty-Two Title; The hunter Species; Human NSFW; View (// View (Outfit; Click (Alexander just blinked, staring at the rather mouthy beast. For someone hurt and probably would have died alone he could be a bit grr. Best put-Ha! Alex just shook his head, tossing the shirt so it landed on the beasts muscular shoulder. " I expect you to suck on it, and wait until I cook the fish. " He smiled, taking a few steps from the creature. " What would you expect me do? Magically pull a bucket from my ass? It was my shirt or my boot... I could always go get more and use the boot. " He shrugged, while he gathered a bunch of little twigs that had been lying around. Storms had been great for a few things, knocking down small twigs and branches had been one of them. " Do you have a name? " He peaked around the large tree he was currently behind, giving the beast a look over. He simply raised a brow, wondering if they had names. After all it surprised him already the creature could speak so easily. Gathering some more wood, this time much larger he let it fall in a pile near the fish. The small twigs had dried out already so they would be a lot easier to actually use. Within a few moments he had a small fire started with the help of some tree bark, and another stick and some dried up moss. After all he wasn't very prepared right now, and didn't have many things to actually work with. After that he slowly put more into the fire only to make it bigger and last longer. The fish he worked on next, using his small knife to remove the scales as they flung off. " You know. " Alex started looking up at the beast. " You need to get over it. Yes I shot you with an arrow, yes I chased you down like prey. " Wait where was he going with this-? " I'm sorry for that. I didn't expect you to be so... You? " Yeah even though this goes against other hunters so he was pretty much screwed. " You can throw your little threats, and be a horses' ass. " He smirked, looking over the beast. " I won't leave until you are better. " Again he shrugged looking down to concentrate on the fish. Once done with them, he stuck the arrows in the ground, leaning them into the flame just a tiny bit so they cooked slowly. Pushing back on the other side, legs crossing as he made him self rather comfortable. Well as one can be on the ground. The centaur ignored most of what the human said, he didn't deem it important. "Upon the great plains, they call me For," He replied once he heard the two legged creature ask for his name. "And I suppose even amongst you bootleggers, the custom of trading names is appropriate, yes?" He asked, obviously asking for the human's name. A smirk appeared on his face as he caught the human glancing at him, was he so scared that the centaur was going to trample him, or was he simply entertained that something not of his race was just, if not Moreno, intelligent? In truth though, For didn't blame the human. Most of the People did not speak the human tongue, they considered it a disgusting mark in the culture of the People, no matter how useful it was. Because of such views, communication between humans and centaur rarely if ever happened, true there were tales of other centaurs and humans coexisting at the border regions, but none had ever seen it, and those that sought for it never returned. Mor lifts the dripping shirt over his head and slowly drinks from the droplets that fell from it, and then another yawn escapes from him. The centaur rises, slowly limps to a log, drapes the shirt over it, and then sits down by it again. With nothing better to do, For followed the human as he worked. Their ability to be so close to the ground was rather useful. Centaurs often had to build large fires in order to cook their meals, such inconveniences sometimes allowed humans to track down wandering herds and hunt them down one at a time, often leaving others to eat their food raw or to fall back onto vegetation. Thankfully, For's herd was rather large and old. They had warred with other threats before the human came around, they knew how to defend themselves should the need occur." Why did you do it, human?" He finally asks. "Why save me." (Name; Alexander Age; Twenty-Two Title; The hunter Species; Human NSFW; View (// View (Outfit; Click (For- Alex chuckled at the name, it was different very different. Looking up to the beast he raised a brow, such an odd way of asking for a name. Sighing he simply nodded his head, giving a half ass'ed smile. " Alexander... But they just call me Alex. " He might as well not lie or not give his name, what harm could tell this beast do? Eyes narrowed catching the beast smirk, he couldn't understand what that just happened. Maybe the creature was plotting something? He wanted inside this things head, of course he was both fascinated and scared. Scared because this beast could easily kill him, scared because his family - friends would probably look at him weird if they found out. How was he supposed to return home? Lie to them all - He wasn't someone who lied but was rather blunt and straight forward. Lost in thought about his friends and family he didn't notice the beast get up or start drinking from the shirt. He didn't notice the beast move until he heard the best sit back down along the ground. Startling him that For was even closer now, causing him to move back a little. He wasn't sure if he could trust the creature just yet, after all it did threaten him. " I..." How was he supposed to answer that? Looking down at the ground, he nipped at his bottom lip thinking it over. " I didn't save you, after all I was the one to wound you. It's not saving, it's... I guess you just weren't what I expected, you are so much more. " He looked up, swallowing, throat dry. " You're human, like a human so much. I can't bring my self to actually end you..." Alex just smiled, with a soft laugh behind his words. " Guess I'm just weak. " Nothing like his father who would have ended For's life. Alex looked to the warm fire, scooting loser as his hands came up rubbing along his arms. He was cold, his clothing was wet after all, no boots, no shirt since it was being used. Reaching out he turned the fish on the arrows so they cooked thoroughly. " How does it feel? " The male asked looking up, to the beasts wound.

The Hunter (iRawr and Opaq)|rating:4.0

So It Begins Again - Character Thread

So It Begins Again The Cast Recruitment Thread (| IOC (| World Build (#msg15526545) | Great Kills IC (#lastPost) | The Waterways IC (| Infected Territories IC (#msg15530975) | Intimate Thread IC (#msg15530994) | Our Past History IC (#msg15547778)Code: [Select][float right][IMG height=300] of character here[/IMG][b]Face Claim:[/b][/float right][b]Full Name:[/b] [b]Nickname/Alias:[/b] [b]Age:[/b] Lifespan is about 50 years old now[b]Hair Color:[/b][b]Eye Color:[/b][b]Height:[/b][b]Weight:[/b][b]Gender:[/b][b]Sexuality:[/b][b]Faction:[/b][b]Personality:[/b][b]Weaponry:[/b] Mention any weapon your character uses to protect themselves or attack with[b]Skills:[/b][b]Connections:[/b][b]Backstory:[/b] At least a 2 paragraph brief description of who they are and what they do for a living. I understand most of the development will be done during the game, so this doesn’t have to be super long Cherries: Nicole West (WhatLiesAbove)August Berg (Chreestafer)Rebeca Valentine (Curvy Kitten)Sheets:Isabella Borden (Alexia)Jailers:Elizabeth Warren (Envious)Marcus King (Lady Sakura)Gamblers:Jordan O’Hare (Alexia)Marley Ambrosia Quincy (Curvy Kitten)Boaters:AIEA Rasmussen (TheBlackThrone)Korean Vega (Untamed Skies)Millers:Benjamin Niko (Juggtacular)Cyrus Robinson (Hawk wood) (Claim: Katrina Jackson (Kit Tat)Full Name:Isabella BorsenNickname/Alias:Crow Age:22Hair Color:Dark Brown Eye Color:Golden Height:5’7”Weight:121lbsGender:Female Sexuality:Heterosexual Faction:Sheets Personality:Kind of stone-faced, but fairly snarky and sarcastic to those lower than her in the hierarchy. Not the most talkative person, or the nicest, but she allows her “faith” to lead the way in her actions and presentments. She has extreme dedication to what she believes in, sometimes with a very narrowed mindset and a touch impressionable. In her own Faction she is viewed as spiritually strong; to an outsider she would most likely be viewed closed-minded. No stranger to physical, mental, and sexual abuse, her life has turned her into an internalized bitter woman who she hides under a plastered smile and a silver cross necklace. Weaponry:Spiked wrist gauntlets, a barbed-wire wrapped wooden bat, 4ft. Iron spear. Skills:Influential speech, mechanical builds, automotive construction and maintenance Connections:Looking for a Boater connection that she has been in business with for a little while. Every single faction except the Boaters are hard enemies to the Sheets, but they are necessary at the moment. When the time is right they will strike, and that time is coming. Millers:Misguided people. They are the hardest workers, but they just need to be guided to the light. Nailers:Sheets continuously knock their border back every year, stealing away small acres of land here and there and either converting the farmers they capture or feeding them to the Pits if they prove overly stubborn. Gamblers:The ultimate sinners! Backstory:Isabella’s father is the Cardinal of the Eastern coast and one of the largest traders with the Boaters. Growing up in a highly patriarchal religious community, she learned the importance of a woman’s place in submission, and of not questioning authority that is supposedly from the Almighty and his channel here on Earth. Inculcation into their beliefs begin as a young child under threat of extreme consequences, and Isabella was born with headstrong tendencies, but they were beaten out of her until she became the very faithful and obedient woman of today. But the Glory of the Sheets is rising, and the message of God needs to be spread to the other Factions. Her father recognizes the intelligence of his daughter and so Isabella has led the trade with the Boaters that come into Port Rockville for about 2 years. Business lines and the information the pirates bring in are crucial to their Ministry, as well as the “raptured” ones they bring in to test the weak. After a few years of this, Isabella seeks to see the extent of what needs to be done and needs a Boater for transport up north. (Claim:Ruby Rose Full Name:Jordan O’Hare Nickname/Alias(s):Domino; only by her closest friends Age:28Hair Color:Dark Brown Eye Color:Sea Green Height:5’8”Weight:132lbs. Gender:Female Sexuality:Bisexual Faction:Gamblers Personality:A bit of a wild card, Jordan has never known consistency in her life and is as stereotypically unpredictable as a Gambler comes. Despite her wild brash nature, she honors debts and believes in justice and fair chances. One can always trust what she says is the truth, but she has been known to stretch it through purposeful misleading. Jordan is a risk-taker who believes there is no purpose to life other than living it as dangerously and excitedly as possibly. She found the YOLO slogan graffitied on some buildings from the Before-Times and totally fell in love with the mentality. It’s how she faces every single day. Weaponry:Brass knuckles, a 5-inch serrated blade, a 4 ft. chain whip coiled at her hip Skills:Jordan is a fantastic Hunter and animal tracker. She also is a massive gatherer of information. Being both traveled and positioned at the heart of the city, Jordan has an empire of “eyes” who watch and report back to her. With a word she can take down any opponent’s or challenger’s reputation, hence the reason behind her nickname. Connections:TBD Backstory:God? There is no God, or at least not one you would want to dedicate your life to, anyway. Whatever floats your boat and gets you through the day, whether it be hope or a bigger Divine Purpose, than do whatever the fuck works for you. But for Jordan, she was just fine the way the world was right now. Sure, she remembered the “stories” her recently deceased grandmother would spew of a different world, one of more order and a system of government that would allow the good, smart people to rule over a peaceful society. Everyone was fed, everyone was clothed, there were no “infected”, and everyone had nice cars to take them on vacations to beautiful places. Her grandfather would grunt and snort in mild mockery but otherwise remained silent, allowing his wife to find comfort in the Rose-colored lies of a missed past, but Jordan as a child had never missed his rolling eyes. What the hell did it matter!? That world had ended, this one had arisen, and she was now part of Generation C of this one. A bit more wild and “at home” than Generations A and B, Jordan was born of the Gamblers, the wild ones who owned the largest city on the Island known as Great Kills. Her father and grandfather were both leather-traders, trying to do their best to keep their head down within their faction, but such a place was perfect for a girl like Jordan to be born into. Growing up by the docks, she met people from every section and loved listening to the stories brought in by the Boaters which of course fed her curiosity. Instead of going into her family’s “business”, Jordan actually ran away on one of the ferries at age 16 to travel the island’s coasts and see as much of the world as she could. There is where she learned basic survival skills, the meaning of hard work, and the danger of protecting yourself on supply-raids on the mainland. She also witnessed first hand the maniac traditions of the Sheets and has a particular disgust felt towards them. Jordan wouldn’t return to Great Kills until almost two years later, a changed woman, where she set up her own Saloon with her earnings and finally settled down. Most days you can find her there drinking and running her little spy network. (Claim:Jennifer Lawrence Full Name:Nicole West Nickname/Alias:Nikki, Nick, Steerage:23Hair Color:Strawberry Blonde Eye Color:Brown Height:5' 5"Weight:117lbsGender:Female Sexuality:Bi-curious (experimenting)Faction:Cherries Personality:Nikki is friendly enough with people she knows. For those that she doesn't know, she speaks friendly, but acts exceptionally guarded. After all, in these trying times how can one truly trust someone that doesn't prove themselves? It also helps that her family has amassed a massive collection of arms...everything from daggers and swords to mobile gun platforms (Light Armored Vehicles). She only allows gives people one chance. If they cross her once, she never forgets, and she always gets even. Weaponry:M-4 carbine Commando with 203 grenade launcher attachment, H&K VP9, and a K-Bar. Skills:Gunsmith, blade forging, close-quarters firearms combat, target shooting Connections:TBD Sheets- She cannot stand their preaching. They are definitely a religious fringe she wants nothing to do with. Still...they pay pretty good money. Nailers- Respect to their skills in combat. Plus, they grow the good grub.Gamblers-Motherless sons of lunatics. Nikki firmly believes they were all born from an insane asylum. Boaters- Gotta have a lot of balls to sail out to sea. Typically deals with them with one hand on her pistol, though. Nikki isn't about to become a conquest.Millers-Just like her, trying to make a living. They are definitely good at keeping the lights on. Worth keeping around, just like the jailers. Backstory:While not the most powerful family in the industrial area, the Wests are certainly number 2. They have had their time in the position of leadership, and may once more if the future remains what it is. However, that is not Nikki's chosen life. She is a simple girl, content with the life that fate has handed her. Born of Jason and Meredith West, Nikki grew up learning the family trade. There was no doubting that she had an excellent knack for forging metal, shaping it into killing machines that would have made the ancestors proud. Traders at heart, Nikki has kept up the business her family started so long ago. She has forged her own reputation, becoming someone that is exceptionally well known for her gift of weapons-making and refurbishing. Her parents died when she was only 12, leaving her to pick up the reigns much earlier than she had anticipated. While her parents had likely had aspirations of controlling the faction, Nikki has no such desires. She is content to do her work and ply her trade. For now, she just wants to live, and be left alone by those who might wish her harm. She is known for not backing down from a fight, though. The weapon slung to her back...fondly referred to as "Judith" after her parents...is noted to have a few score marks along the butt. It's pretty well known that each mark is for a life that "Judith" has snuffed out. (Claim: Lapse Looked MatbergFull Name:August NybergNickname/Alias:Auggie, Heavy Arms Age:32Hair Color:Dirty Blonde Eye Color:Green Height:6 foot 2 inches Weight:210 lbs. Gender:Male Sexuality:Omni - Curious (he'll fuck anything at least once)Faction:Cherries Personality:Auggie is more the quiet type, choosing to read versus interacting with others. That's not to say he won't, he just prefers to seclude himself from larger groups, a habit his grandfather seemed to instill in him. When he does get to talking he is friendly and relaxed. Yet that seems to fade while he is out in battle or on a mission. His demeanor is stoic, his emotions a blank slate. When love making he is a passionate partner, often ignoring his own urges to make his partners pleasure the focus. Weaponry:Handheld M134 Minigun, Dual Desert Eagle .50 AE, 40mm M32 Grenade Launcher, self forged Sledgehammer. (These are just the weapons he'll most likely have on him during a prepared large fight)Skills:Wasteland Survival Skills, Hand-to-Hand combat, Mechanic Abilities, Well Read, Cooking, Endurance, Blacksmithing skills Connections:TBD Backstory:Auggie is a lone wolf in the Cherries Faction. Until recently he had lived with his parents and grandfather on the outskirts if the domain. During a supply run his parents, along with 6 others, were murdered by another Faction of unknown origin. August gets most of his life skill from his grandfather, however. The Goldman, who well surpassed the average survival rate, taught the young man everything he knew since Auggie could walk. His grandfather was once a renowned Motorcycle Mechanic for the Sheets during the beginning of their formation. However, when the religious zealots began to go overboard, the old man fled and defected to the cherries, applying his skills there. There the old man fell in love and gave birth to August senior, thus lead to Auggie being a 3rd generation Cherry. Though a small family compared to all the others in the Cherry districts, the skills to build helped them have purpose here and thus solidified their reason for existing among the larger families. When Gramps passed away due to illness, Auggie was left alone and took the mantle on himself. Alone, the young man still holds a pretty decent stake in the area, manning his building alone and experimenting when he can. He'd like to make the vehicles for the Cherries self-reliant and remove any connections from the sheets. He does this when he isn't out fighting or hunting in the Wastelands for unique items for his bike. When he is home he wears normal attire with the heavy cross his grandfather once wore. Often he can be found reading books he's bought or traded for in the evenings. When he is fighting though, he is dressed to the brim like an armored knight with guns. Heavily cladded in metal he can be seen carrying his mini gun with extra AMO strapped across him. The lightweight grenade launcher at his hip for easy deploy. This has earned him the name Heavy Arms by other Cherries. He's designed his armor for a quick release process for retreat or hand-to-hand combat. Within seconds the layers of armor can fall to pieces leaving him more agile only protected by his helm and self-made Kevlar armor underneath for close combat. Here he is known to wield a frightening sledgehammer and use dual desert eagles. Notable characteristics:-August has scars from a chemical burn given to him by a crazy man who lives in the unclaimed territories. Additional Photos for reference Looks:Possible outfit looks(Desert Eagles(Launcher (( (Claim: Margot Robbie Full Name:Marley Ambrosia Quincy Nickname/Alias:Doc, Hellcat Age:30Hair Color:Blonde Eye Color:Blue Height:5'9''Weight:130 Lbs. Gender:Female Sexuality:bisexual Faction:Gamblers former Millers Personality:Marley is intelligent, Charismatic, Manipulative, Creative, Resourceful, Vibrant, Sensual, Bold, Insatiable, Hedonistic to boot. She is one to see to those that can not help themselves. But also one to dull out the punishment when it was called for. She is tough as nails and not one to be screwed with. Her reputation not only protects her but makes her incredibly valuable. One would think that her way of life contradicted her will to help those around her. But for some reason, it works for her. A leader in her own right, a bold and unstoppable woman that never backs down easily. When in the ring she is known as an unstoppable force. Hellcat is known for leaving her opponents bleeding on the mat. Though she is often the one that ends up fixing them up afterward as well. Perhaps her knowledge of the body is part of what makes her so very talented in the ring. Granted some may say it is the unchained temper that seems to come out of nowhere when pushed to the edge. All in all, Marley is respected by almost everyone, feared by some, looked up to by others. She is the queen of her little domain and no one best challenge that. Weaponry:her fists, various knifes, 22 caliber handgun with one clip of ammo, sledgehammer, two small hand axes Skills:anatomy, chemistry, herbalist, biology, is a trained doctor (learned from a former doctor), hand-to-hand combat, knife fighting, manipulation, pharmaceuticals, gymnastics, observant Connections:TBA Backstory:Life began for Marley within the Millers territory. Marley was always a gifted child, catching on quickly to how the world around her worked. Which was good because she had to learn how to care for herself faster than most. Her mother, a drugged-up whore, ready to give it any man that would keep up her habit. Her father, or more so the man that claimed to be her father was a drunk former military Sergeant. A man long past his prime, but still trying to hold onto the good old days. To give him credit he kept some type of roof over their heads most times...most times. But that was about all he managed to do for them. Food was a blessing when it was around, and clothes were worn until they were falling apart. The only saving grace in Marley's life was her little brother Nick. With their parents nothing more than hopeless wrecks it was left to her to raise him. Hiding him from as much of the abuse their father sent their way as possible. She took the beatings, gave him what little food they had, stole whatever he needed. When not in school her world revolved around Nick. Most would see this as a burden, but to Marley, it was just life and love. And one did not regret what they did for those they loved. But this world is never fair, and one day when her dad was far more wasted then normal he came into her room and tried to rape her. Nick as he normally was curled up next to her and as she was fighting he reacted and struck their father. The man struck back in a rage, beating and kicking Nick back into the bedside table. Marley saw Nick's head strike the dark wood and his body slump to the floor, and she lost it. She leaped upon her father and began to rip, claw, bite, and strike her father like a wild animal. Rage consumed her as she brought him to the ground. Her hands smashing into his face again, and again, and again. She didn't stop, she couldn't, not until her body felt weak, and her lungs burned from the way she struggled to get a breath. And her body was stained with her father's blood, her hands dripping with it as she stared into the dead eyes of the man that had tormented her childhood. She had finally done it; she had killed him. But it was too late because when she finally managed to come back to her senses Nick was long dead. The rest of the night was a blur to her, but by the time she was done all evidence of her father and his death were erased from her home. To this day no one knows what happened to him, the authority of the Millers territory believes he ran the moment he realized what he had done. But only Marley knows the truth, and she is never going to tell. Her mother came home the next morning, and upon hearing that what had happened and that her son was dead she to vanished. Marley suspects she died in a gutter somewhere or became one of the walking dead, though she never cared enough to find out. Marley was a castaway for some time after this. That was until the local doctor found her sick and alone and decided to take her in. The older man was harsh but cared in his way. He agreed to take her in and give her a real place to stay. But in turn, Marley had to become his protégé and learn to become a doctor like him. The old man was harsh, but he taught her everything he knew and demanded she rise to the occasion. Having no better offers Marley agreed to stay and spent the next several years becoming well versed in the skills needed to be a talented doctor. Years later Marley rose through the so-called ranks of the Millers and became well known for her skills. The only problem was her tendency to break the rules. She was caught several times giving away meds and supplies to other territories. Claiming they to needed her skills and supplies she often bucked heads with those in charge of the Millers territory. One day things came to a head and they gave her two options. Begin toeing the line and following the rules, or leave the territory altogether. In true Marley fashion, she packed her gear and flipped them all off as she left the Millers' territory behind. Traveling through the territories Marley gained a reputation of being the one to go to when you needed to be fixed up. She also became known for her bold attitude and fighting spirit and talent. Eventually, Marley ended up in the Gamblers Territory. She set up shop, having a small clinic anyone could visit for help. Marley also owns a fight club, well more so an arena since she has taken over it. What was once a seedy soiled den of blood and pain. Was now a thriving business that had the grandest of shows every night. It has become a place known for a good time of all sorts. Drinks, guys, and girls for whatever your flavor was, betting and the bloody sport of combat. She ruled her little domain and no longer has to follow the rules set by others. Marley helps, fights, and fucks whoever she wants. Quote from: Main Character Lizzy Warren, 35 - In charge of delivering crop trades to other territories. Currently working towards amicably taking her mother's place on the Council. As such, she's started taking over trade negotiations, but still requires council approval for big trades.(Claim: Gal GadotFull Name:Elizabeth Warren Nickname/Alias:Lizzy Age:35Hair Color:Brown Eye Color:Brown Height:5'10Weight:150 lbs Gender:Female Sexuality:Bisexual Faction:NailersPersonality:Lizzy is currently forcing herself to change her ways; once a foul-mouthed and mean spirited bully, she's now a foul-mouthed and mean spirited diplomat. She recently took an ego-crushing tumble off of her soapbox and realized that she's not the smartest person in the room. She's not even the most useful person in the room. Furthermore, she's actively attempting to change that. Gone are the days of lazing about, drinking, and having fun at the expense of others. Now, she's doing what she can to make herself invaluable to the Jailers as a spokesperson for trade and setting up their new farming system. She is highly motivated to continue the legacy of her family having a position of power, and has ambitions to be more thanavoice at the table. She is (mostly selfishly) maneuvering her way into a position of power and is fine with using any means necessary to secure her spot. Weaponry:Knuckles (that she keeps on her and a pole axe (that she only takes when out. Skills:Diplomacy, melee combat, growing delicious food. Connections:With her family in charge of farming operations, Lizzy has taken over as the voice for her mother when it comes to trade. Cherries: Cherries and Jailers have had a pretty cordial relationship; Jailers need specific farming equipment and Cherries have the means to make the parts. A pitchfork against a bullet isn't much of a threat. Boaters: Lizzy has been dealing with many Captains over the need for fish, but it's proven to be a difficult task to trade for without giving away her purpose. They currently dominate the market for fish exchange and Jailers wouldn't need them for it if Lizzy could get indoor tanks set up. Backstory:Lizzy's grandparents had been California farmers before selling the family farm with the water shortages and moving to the big city to become Horticulturists consultants. Several months later, the apocalypse hit. They survived in isolation, largely in thanks to the fancy aquaponics system they had set up in their own home. Months dragged into years and their children became less enamored with the loneliness of safety and the Warrens decided to venture out in the new world. What they found was a juvenile attempt at farming that would never sustain the neighboring population and Lizzy's grandparents found themselves with a new role that would prove invaluable in laying down the foundation of a new civilization. They took their knowledge and helped modify the inefficient farming techniques and expand production to create a stable food source. Lizzy's grandmother was given a seat at the governing table when some semblance of leadership finally started forming. She was in charge of agriculture. The position was next given to Lizzy's mother, Abby, who has struggled with the recent infringements into Jailers territory; the land loss is affecting production and there is a lot of pressure on Abby to find new ways to feed the people. She has appointed Lizzy to create an aquaponics facility in the heart of Jailers territory that would provide not only fresh produce, but seafood if done correctly. The task is easier said than done. Lizzy has led a relatively easy life; she's contributed to the labor and defense of the city, but never to the extent of others. Most of her fights have been political; her family has tried to maintain their seat of power to keep a voice in the direction of the territory, and it hasn't been easy. Lizzy has big plans, though. The Jailers aren't going to survive for much longer and the governing board doesn't see it - the territory is too large to defend, and the farming infrastructure has been laid out so nicely that you don't need to be a Nailed to do it. If something isn't done, the territory will be overtaken and Lizzy isn't about to let that happen. Quote from: Minor Characters Abigail "Abby" Warren, 54 - Mother to Lizzy and current Council Member in charge of plant based agriculture. Inactive(Claim: Justin Halley Full Name: Hunter Reeves Nickname/Alias:Age: 21Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Blue Height: 6'1"Weight: 194lbsGender: Male Sexuality: Homo flexible; a masculine appearance and the right attitude are the biggest factors for him Faction: NailersPersonality: Hunter respects power above all else, more so in the realm of physical strength and violence, but he recognizes the other forms for what they are. While he has shed most of the bullying from his younger years, he enjoys walking over the weak. Primarily what holds him back is the fear of what would happen to him if he were caught, that and a sense of hard work and duty when provided with a task, but when left to his own devices and granted the opportunity, he may cave to the temptation if he's confident he can get away with it. He tries to appear sociable enough. The youthful overconfidence and energy might lend to a certain charisma to those who can tolerate it, but he can be bluntly outspoken. It might be hit or miss. Hunter displays a certain loyalty to the Jailers as a whole, and he has acted protective over the people close to him. However, with the latter, it might be questionable how much of it is out of genuine care and how much of it is for the thrill of the conflict. Weaponry: A wooden baton, a hatchet, a hunting knife, and a wooden bow with arrows. He always carries the hunting knife. Everything else depends on what he's doing. Someday he wants to get his hands on a blade with better reach. Skills: Hunter is naturally agile, and he possesses at least some proficiency with hand-to-hand. He has learned how to use a bow, but he's no sharpshooter, and it's not his weapon of choice. Probably has knowledge on basic first aid. With his sadistic tendencies, he might be fit for certain jobs if guided that way. Being a farm boy, he has general knowledge on the maintenance. Connections:Gamblers: Fucking psychos. Hunter enjoys the gladiatorial matches, and sometimes the sexual favors, whenever the opportunity may work out. Boaters: A few times he has fantasized about life on a boat, to be free from the island and to have regular access to the land where grit rules above all else, but the very thing that, in his mind, liberates the Boaters is also their cage. He's less fond of that. Sheets: He thinks they're whack jobs and basically views them as lesser. Given the opportunity, he would consider killing one for sport, with maybe an ounce of remorse. Cherries: Relative to the other factions, he's wary of them given the weapons they own. It generates both awe and dislike. Millers: Deep down, he wonders if he got tossed over their wall after birth. But cousin-fucking? Pub! Backstory: His family owned a farm on the east side of Nailed territory. When he was young, he helped his momma with the chickens. As he grew, he took on other tasks, whatever was needed for a given day. Both of his parents were as hardy as the vegetables they grew. His dad especially was a no-nonsense man, and he didn't hesitate to use a heavy hand when it came time to dish out punishment. For Hunter, that happened more than a handful of times, between harassing his younger siblings, bullying, and the other shenanigans that he sometimes jumped headfirst into, an excitement that matured in later years. One of his earliest memories? Well, he started off as a small kid, so one of his first interactions with other children involved another boy trying to pick on him. Hunter went from friendly to terrier in a heartbeat. The look of shock, plus the way the blood oozed from the kid's nose, is vivid in his mind, and it still fills him with a sense of pride to this day. He was sort of in awe of those in charge of Jailers' security, and in his late teens, it spurred on his joining the task force. Whenever a group is heading out into neutral territory, he volunteers as he is able. He still lives and occasionally helps out at his folks', including with trade. (Claim: Jason Monohull Name:AIEA Rasmussen Nickname/Alias:Kai; Captain of the Steel Phantom. Age:32Hair Color:Dark-brown Eye Color:Grey Height:6’3”Weight:214 lbs Gender:Male Sexuality:Bisexual Faction:Boaters Personality:Captain Rasmussen is a hardened sailor who rules The Steel Phantom like a king. On the ship, he is law and everyone will obey or be fed to the sharks. He has few traitors for the crew have accepted his rule as necessary for their survival. He ensures his crew have food, water, and are safe from the Infected. The Infected cannot swim and so what a safer place than a city on the water? Every crew member plays a role in the ship’s maintenance, function, defense, and offense. The captain makes decisions that he isn’t always proud of, but he is willing to carry the sinful burden alone. He commits human trafficking regularly in order to get fuel to run his home. While on the inside, he isn’t happy about it. To everyone else, he does what is necessary. The captain likes to explore regions he hasn’t ventured and will perform scavenging of the land and sea to acquire enough resources to trade so that his ship can sail further away from the United States. There may be an island out there where there are no Infected, and this is the island he promises to his crew. A place where they can live in peace. When it comes to discipline, the captain is usually the last one to lay hands on a person. He has subordinates who are just as capable of disciplining his crew that he doesn’t have to get his hands dirty. However, if he suspects a bad decision or weakness, he will carry out the punishment himself without hesitation. The man is stubborn and will not change how he runs his ship for anyone. It was why he aspired to become a boater and his title was not achieved without bloodshed. Weaponry:Dual M1911s, Kurt (mainly utility), dual trench knives, Heckler and Koch MP5 Submachine gun, and an AT 308 sniper rifle. This is a listing of every practical weapon he personally owns that isn’t mounted for decoration in his cabin. He doesn’t have these weapons equipped on his person at all times. The big guns are stored, and he’ll mainly have his pistols, knives, and Kurt on his person. Skills:Trade camp; Business Multilingual – he speaks just enough foreign tongue to tradeMarksmanshipFarmerBarberNavigationFishermanLeadershipCombat (including naval)TacticsHakaConnections:The below list are connections he has with other factions due to business. I am open for him to have connections with other writer characters and other writers are free to make characters to join his crew just understand business isn’t Disney-innocent. Your characters may have to get their hands dirty and make decisions they don’t like. Cherries:The Phantom trades metal scrap and other junk they find around the island, in other areas of the world, and at the bottom of the sea. In exchange, Cherries repair any issues with the ship, give them ammunition, and perform maintenance on weaponry. Sheets:The Phantom captures Infected and keep them in the brig on the ship. They are often fed traitors rather than rule breakers. Rule breakers get fed to the sharks. The Phantom trades Infected to Sheets in exchange for fuel. Nailers:Kai was born and raised a Nailed. Many of his crew members are Jailers. He will often recruit Jailers or crewmen from other boats. Jailers give The Phantom its food supply. Xaryus King:Probably the only doctor he would allow touching him. He is a fellow Nailed, and he does the man favor as gratitude for his healthcare services. Millers:The Phantom will often encounter survivors, and the Phantom doesn’t technically save them. The survivors who are of no use are returned to The Mainland. Those survivors of use are given to The Millers for breeding in exchange for survival equipment. Benjamin Niko:His cousin, and a man who he will do some special favors for. He has been a reliable trading partner in both resources and information. Their relationship is valuable and one the captain desires to make long-lasting. Gamblers:Kai is not a fan of Gamblers. They feel entitled; think they are royalty; and think anyone who isn't a Gambler should bow down and kiss their feet. Kai wants nothing to do with them. He will use their city for his underground transactions, but if they were marooned on a zombie-infested island, he wouldn't do shit for them for they haven't done shit for him. Jordan O'Hare:Young and dumb. She has a lot to learn about life, but she will make a great Gambler. Kai was not impressed with his meeting with her and his prejudices against Gamblers were reinforced. However, she did mention wanting to risk her life going into a zombie-infested territory for seeds to help the food shortage crisis in his homeland. He didn't believe it, but he is interested in seeing it. Marley Quincy:He already has a nickname for her, "Untouchable," and it wasn't because she was untouchable. Shethinksshe is untouchable and deserves to be humbled whether that be an attempt on her life or worse. She is the epitome of a stereotypical Gambler. She sits so high that she doesn't see the corruption festering at her feet. There are many who would want to replace the name of her bar with their own. Some even being from her own faction. Doctors are rare, but she isn't the only one. Backstory:Kai was born a Nailed to Polynesian farmers. While his family was content with farming for the rest of their lives, Kai was adventurous and always wanted to break out and see what couldn’t be seen. His parents often told him horror stories as a kid about the Infected to keep him rooted at home, and it worked until a group of Boaters came to their lands. The Boaters were seeking out a crew. Around this period, Kai was no longer a kid but a man. He along with a group of other Jailers stepped up to be recruited. The recruiters were impressed with the size and strength of the Jailers. Their bodies were hardened by labor, and they were already accustomed to hard-work. Kai was recruited with some friends from his town, and he finally set out to see the world he had always dreamed of seeing. The world wasn’t as bright as he had naively envisioned. He joined the crew of The Steel Phantom, and the captain, Norman Baumgartner, known as The Real Captain, made the experience a pain. He was a Miller who came from a family of old Navy veterans. Furthermore, he wore the captain’s jacket of his father and ruled the ship with an iron fist. Kai had never worked so hard and under so much pointless stress in his life. There was always the fear of upsetting Baumgartner and being fed to the sharks. Kai watched him trade innocent people to the Sheets and falsely execute crew members who he feared were plotting to mutiny. The captain’s rule was so ridiculous that he ordered Kai to cut his hair because he thought its length was girly and out of old-Navy regulation. Kai cut his hair, and as he stared at himself in the mirror, he thought about how such a big mistake he had made leaving home only to join such a horrible ship. Kai thought about abandoning The Phantom the next time it docked at Fort Worth. But did he really want to go back to his boring, farm life? Captain Baumgartner held an audience with the crew over two Nailed crew members who he had suspected were trying to rebel. Kai recognized them to be from his town and before Baumgartner could shove them into the brig with the Infected, Kai removed a shank from his pocket, charged the captain, and stabbed him in the gut. What had shocked the captain wasn’t the fact that Kai had been the one to stab him, but how no one had bothered to stop him? Every crew member was frozen in awe, watching as Baumgartner recoiled with his hands clutching the seeping wound. As he bled out, he cried with tears in his eyes to his crew, screaming for them to kill Kai and avenge him. The crew instead watched as the man who they had feared was reduced to a crying and whimpering child. Kai put a boot against the captain’s face, kicking him into the brig where a swarm of moaning and screeching Infected swarmed his body like fresh meat. To this day, Kai could hear the captain’s crying, screaming, and the noises the Infected made as they ripped his body to shreds and devoured him. It was in that significant moment that Kai snatched up the mantle of captain, while the crew remained standing in stunned silence. Kai marched straight up to the captain’s cabin and spent the entire day dumping his useless valuables and any documents, photos, or memorabilia that had his face or family name on it into a pile on the deck. Kai set it all on fire and before the flames, he made his announcement that he was the new captain. (Claim:Andrea Denver Full Name:Korean Vega Nickname/Alias:Vega Age:28Hair Color:Brown Eye Color:Brown Height:6'1"Weight:200 lbs Gender:Male Sexuality:Faction:Boaters Personality:At first glance he is an inviting individual. Friendly and welcoming to most, regardless of past sins or loyalties. He doesn't seem to take much seriously. Happy to joke even when it might not be entirely appropriate to do so. Yet despite his playful disposition, the more observant might feel something is wrong. His eyes are always studying, measuring his guests. His voice is always colder than his actions suggest it should be. Like the ocean that carries him, his calm surface hides a destructive and treacherous force underneath. Those that underestimate him, or mistake his hospitality for weakness will find he is everyone can be every bit as brutal and unforgiving as the ocean itself. He takes his deals to heart, always following through on his word, with the expectations that those who do business with him follow through on their end as well. Weaponry:Bow and arrows, often recovered if possible. A Five-Inch Knife, has small knives for throwing, and on his boat keeps a broad sword he claims he found in a museum handy. Skills:ScavengingApprasialNegotiationGamblingMarksmanshipStealthNavigationBoat Skills Speaks SpanishShotokan karate Skill with Knives Connections:Backstory:Not a lot is known of Korean's childhood. If he was from the area he didn't make a good deal of noise, even among other boaters. Leaving many to speculate that he might have been a traveler that found his way to the boaters. Other wild tales say that he was a stowaway who convinced a boat to mutiny against its captain. Other wild stories suggest he betrayed the sheets and fled to the ocean. Korean has never bothered to correct any of the tall tales because the truth is a great deal more boring. Korean grew up with the boaters, his father the captain of his own ship. It was the majority of his skills and was indeed a mild-mannered boy. Until his mid-teens when he suddenly left the boat he was stationed on to seek one of his own. His first boat was fairly small, just big enough for himself, and for a time he was entirely self-sufficient. His rig was just big enough to do business as he needed. Steadily his deals got bigger and bigger, and he gained a couple of followers and then a bigger boat. With a bigger boat, he was able to take bigger risks, and a couple of foolhardy chances later he was now the captain of his own ship. He'd trade goods, secrets, and services for whatever other settlements had to offer. However, he'd further expand with some gambling and recreation to those who paid. With some good prizes if you could manage to get lucky and win. As many did, he worked to distinguish himself based on the experience those who visited his ship got to enjoy. For some, it was almost like a vacation. He'd never stay in one spot on the island long, traveling around often, sometimes disappearing out of the area out to sea, only to return with new scavenge for sale. Though for the right price he'll trade the services of his crew, be it a need for soldiers or scavengers, he doesn't employ prostitutes. Those who would abuse his crew will find the party ending very quickly. Vega has few rules for his guests but breaking those rules has brutal consequences and very few ever get the chance to break them twice.1.) Keep your hands off my crew2.) Draw your weapons to your own consequence3.) Break it you buy it. 4.) All deals are final. (Claim: Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson Full Name: Benjamin NikoNickname/Alias: Chief, Big Ménage: 30Hair Color: Bald Eye Color: Hazel Height: 6'7Weight: 260lbsGender: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual Faction: Millers Personality: While Benjamin has genuine kindness and love in his heart, he is no fool. He's been trained from childhood to be a ruthless warrior, and a capable leader of men. This means that while he will give people a chance, he has to truly believe they deserve it. And even then, he'll be keeping a close eye on them and his finger even closer to the trigger. He leads his men by example, and will never ask any of them to do something he wouldn't be willing to do. But he also understands that he is of a different breed and gives orders rather than take them, so while he may not enjoy sending soldiers to their potential death, he will because he understands that he can give more to the mission than a simple grunt. Seeing as he has such a high degree of control over the Millers, his words carry massive weight, and as such, Benjamin always weighs his options carefully. This ranges from patrol routes, to trade with other factions, to deciding when it's time to send out a raiding party. Weaponry: FN-5.7 w/Suppressor (Combat), M4A1 w/Suppressor (Combat), Desert Tech SRS Sniper Rifle (Scouting), M240 Machine gun(Anti-Vehicle/Crowd Control), Maul (Melee), Karambit (Melee), Machete (Melee), Tactical Tomahawk (Combat), Compound Bow (Hunting), Cobra RX Adder Tactical Crossbow (Combat) Skills:Marksmanship Multiple Combat Disciplines Military Tactics Piloting Warfare Stealth TacticsNegotiationLeadershipConnections:Cherries: The Cherries make damn good bullets, and while Benjamin and his people can craft their own, they can't do it in the sheer volume or variety that they can. So they outsource heavy-duty repairs (vehicles, large equipment, etc...) to the Cherries and buy ammunition in bulk to keep their round count high. In exchange, they offer whatever they need at the time; water filters, air purifiers, generators, medical aid, etc... Sheets: Benjamin absolutely despises the Sheets and steers clear of them at all cost, or kills them when he can. They are an unfortunately necessary evil, however, and the Millers trade with them fairly regularly for fuel and oil for their fleet. In return, they provide the Sheets with Infected that are cleared from around Miller Field as well as deserters and prisoners who can't be ransomed back to their faction. Nailers: The Millers and Jailers have a very prosperous relationship. Benjamin provides them with added security, weaponry, and equipment to protect their farms and borders in exchange for a percentage of the yield each season. This gives the Millers a surplus of fruits and vegetables, as well as specific ones they don't have access to or the proper equipment to cultivate. They also collaborate with the intellectuals, mechanics, and engineers there to assist each other with things beyond the Cherries' ability to repair or modify. Boaters: Like all factions, the Millers and Boaters get along swimmingly. The Millers offer the Boaters equipment and gear to help them on the waves, and the Boaters (primarily the crew of the Steel Phantom) offer them breeders and information gathered on the sea. The Millers also help the Boaters with extra parts for their ships in exchange for the Boaters helping maintain and repair their own. Gamblers: While a portion of deserters and PoWs are given to the Sheets, the other is given to the Gamblers to be used in the Arena. If a deserter wins, they are allowed their freedom and the chance to return with a higher rank, or they can leave with supplies. PoWs are freed and delivered back to their faction should they desire. The Millers get information, surplus supplies and the like, and a small percentage of the profit from fights involving their delivered people. Kaiea Rasmussen: His first cousin, Kai is dependable, if a tad bit salty, probably due to all his time on the water. Ben trusts him with his life (one of the few people that get that distinction), and has traded with him on multiple occasions using their family ties to benefit both sides. He's the one person he'd go against Miller code to help. Backstory: Benjamin's family is of Samoan descent, and came to America decades ago, where they continued the tradition of military service. Every generation, at least a few Niko's would find themselves in every branch of the military. Ben's great-grandfather, grandfather, and father were all Marines, and he was expected to follow suit. Both his grandfather (Brigadier General) and father (Major) had been active duty when the pandemic spread across the country, and they were quick to get the family to safety inside Miller Field. It was an Army base, but in the days leading up to the outbreak, High Command had decided a united US Military was needed, so members and families of all five branches (Army, Navy, Air Force, Marine, Coast Guard) were gathered within the massive territory of the base. Fifty years later, Benjamin was born, and by then the Niko family had constantly maintained a high level of respect and power within Miller Field. He was born into high privilege, but that didn't mean he had it easy. In fact, it was the opposite, and from a young age he had to deal with daily physical training, martial arts training, marksmanship training, and everything else a soldier needed to know. As he got older he went to Officer's School to learn how to command men, use advanced battle tactics, etc... His entire life he'd been trained to not only honor the family legacy and maintain the power they'd gained, but to help Miller Field prosper in the remains of their shitty world. From sixteen and onward, he has been an active soldier and has lost count of how many field missions he's been on. But he has made sure to carve his name in stone with his actions and the recognition he's gained. Most recently, he led an entire fire team back safely through a massive horde of Infected with no casualties. His actions and achievements have secured him the position of Commander, one of the highest ranks you can have and still actively leave the base for missions. Due to his charisma, natural talent, and impressive record, his personal soldiers are usually the ones sent on the most important missions. (Claim:Willy MonfretFull Name:Marcus King Nickname/Alias:King, Mari (his parents), Dr. King Age:29Hair Color:Black Eye Color:Blue Height:6'3"Weight:160 lbs Gender:Male Sexuality: Sgt;:)Hit him right, and he might give you a ride. Faction:NailersPersonality:Marcus is a compassionate man when it comes to helping the sick and practicing medicine. Yet, outside his medical practices he is an individual who keeps to himself. Having lost his mother in his teenage ages took a toll on his character as someone who finds it hard to get close to anyone, he is never sure if one day they'll be gone. He is assertive, blunt, and cares less if his choice of words hurt you. Life is too short to waste his time on negative energies. He rarely smiles anymore like there is an endless weight upon his shoulders. The toll of the world that he grew up in has hardened him and the only thing that seems to sooth him is the work he does as a doctor. He won't turn away anyone in need. Even as life goes on, he hasn't fully gotten over the loss of his mother and finds himself taking his pent-up anguish against a punching bag or some form of physical recreation. Weaponry:Throwing knives, hand grenades, bow and arrow, a large axe. Skills:Medicine Herbology/Pharmacology First AidDiagnosisCraftingBoxingConnections:TBD Backstory:Marcus was born to two very intellectual people. His mother being a General Practitioner, who ran a little clinic, and his father being a Chemical Engineer. Much of his love for practicing medicine came from his mother's endless perseverance for helping the sick. Her servitude to the service of others while being there for him and his father made Marcus feel so full growing up. While he was close with his dad. His mother meant everything to him, and he did his absolute best to make her proud. While his father wanted him to lead in his footsteps to continue helping to develop new technologies for surviving outside the walls of their territory, Marcus realized he had more of a passion for practicing medicine. He wasn't very good at general chemistry but could grasp the logical understanding of organic chemistry and in knowledge of understanding the human body. He enjoyed going to work with his mother felt his passion for medicine as he helped her with caring for people that couldn't take care of themselves. It wasn't until his mother volunteered to go on an expedition with a few Jailers that Marcus lost the light in his eyes. Til this day he doesn't clearly know what happened and no one knows for sure if she was still alive when the group was separated, but the point was she was never coming back. His relationship with his father suffered. Both disappearing into busy work and soon hardly even spoke to each other. The one thing that kept Marcus going was keeping her memory alive, his mother's love for helping others and so that's what he focused on. Diving deep into his education, moving into medical, and becoming a doctor so he could take over his mother's practice. As he calls the Jailers' area home there is somewhat of calling for him to get over his fear of leaving the gates to venture into the outside world. To conqueror what his mother failed to do; leave and come back in one piece. (Claim:Elba ZingmarkFull Name:Rebeca Valentine Nickname/Alias:Becca, Rabbit, Red, Gun bunny Age:20Hair Color:Redye Color:Green Height:5'5''Weight:125 Lbs. Gender:Female Sexuality:heterosexual Faction:Cherries Personality:Crazy...just plan crazy. At least that is what some might call her. But one would have to be a little insane to work with the materials she does. Becca simply thinks she is quirky and she loves it. Fun-loving, and silly it is hard to see her in such a cruel world. She is like a light where there would be only darkness. She is highly intelligent some would say brilliant...in a scary way sometimes. She tends to lose herself to her work. Even going as far as not sleeping or eating for days before realizing it. Not much of an up front line fighter Becca tends to keep to the edges to cover peoples back. She's also one hell of a distraction creator, pulling some of these grand distractions off that gain her the ballsy and crazy reputation she is known for. Weaponry:various hand made explosive devises, colt 45, hunting knife, a sniper rifles(Carmelite AR-50, MK 13 rifle), bat with nails in it, crowbar, Skills:Weapon repair and design, explosive building, chemistry, mechanics, ranged combat, distraction making, stealth, marksmanship, Connections:TBA ALL WELCOME Backstory:Becca never knew her mother, she died when she was born. So it was just her and her dad against the big bad world. Her father was a well-known weapon smith. From guns to ammo, to the occasional explosive and even a couple of fun melee weapons. He was the go-to man if you wanted something that worked well or was unique. One can imagine the way such a man would raise a daughter. Becca grew up learning her father's trade and how to make a deal. Even at a young age, she was known as a shrewd negotiator. Either that or people just found it hard to say now to such a cute kid when she was acting so tough. Either way, she was a welcomed sight at her father's shop. The two were inseparable for the longest time, them against the world. That was until the day her father told the wrong man no. Her father told a man that he would not build him a certain explosive device. Because he knew the man could not be trusted; he found out his plans to use it against a fellow cherry. And turned him into the 'law' (what little there was) of the cherries. The man was punished but found himself free not long after the event. Angered and looking for vengeance he came to her father's shop and shot him right in front of her. He left Becca alive for some reason, but that would prove to be his mistake. Becca buried her father, and that night went to the house of her father's killer. She snuck in and planted explosives within the building he called home and left. From down the street, she felt and heard the explosion, the building falling into itself and leaving the surrounding others untouched. Everyone knew who'd done it, but no one spoke up because they also knew why she'd done it. Plus who really wants to piss off the cutest little psycho you ever did see. Since then Becca has spent the past few years running her father's shop. (Claim:Colin Salmon Full Name:Cyrus Robinson Nickname/Alias:Behind his back "the geek", but otherwise, nonage:30ishHair Color:Bald Eye Color:Dark Height:1m90Weight:90kgGender:Male Sexuality:Heterosexual Faction:Millers Personality:Serious and focused on the task at hand, as you'd expect from a Miller. He may have a bad case of "resting bitch face", but actually has an easy and open smile. Weaponry:A sidearm, but bullets are precious and hard to come by. Weapons that can be made, built, or salvaged are therefore preferable. But at the same time, NOT getting into melee with the infected is also a good plan. Skills:History / Archaeology: He's as close as you get to an 'expert' on the old world among the Millers Technician: Tech is precious; someone needs to know how to keep everything running, keep the lights on. Tinkering (Necessity is the mother of invention Urban Exploration: Picking through the ruins of the old world is dangerous Connections:Cherries:Chaotic and badly organized. Fortunately for all their prowess with forging and metals, they still need help with the myriad other techno-artifacts run. And trading time for bullets is a useful way of spending an evening. Sheets:There was something admirable about the purity of belief that they practiced, but admiration stops at the blind adherence to cold words. They rarely have anything I want, so why risk being subject to a trial? Nailers: They feel like half a faction; food and people, but in need of a strong hand to protect and guide. Had I been born elsewhere, I would probably have been one of them. But who am I kidding, they're all way smarter than me - I'm just a dumb grunt tinkerer Gamblers:My time in their lands is difficult. On the one hand, I value freedom, but on the other, freedom without any constraining duty is chaos. They manage to make the Cherries look well-organized and sensible. Boaters:Kindred spirits in a sense. The rough and ready code of the sea is about getting the job done. Just a shame they insist on all the boat-based shenanigans; I hate boats - they make me sea-sick. Which means I only ever go aboard at places like Fort Worth where they need something fixed. Millers:Family is family, right or wrong. I find some of our rules constraining, but they're passed down from the top, and the top are the best at what they do. Given my technical aptitude, I should really be higher ranked than I am. But that'd mean I'd not be allowed out of the stockade. I'm therefore happy to be where I am, doing what I do. Auggie: We've found ourselves in the same ruins from time to time. Handy to have someone to hide behind when the shit hits the fan. Good talks about such Old World classics as "Big Brother", "Jersey Shore", and what "Netflix and Chill" might actually have meant. Backstory:The records of the Fall aren't exactly clear anymore, but Grandpa Robinson was serving at Camp Miller; one of the people tasked with keeping the peace and protecting people. The skills that he once used to maintain armored fighting vehicles, build bridges, and so in foreign wars became vital to keep home and family safe. It was his example that inspired first his daughter, and then his grandson to take up the unglamorous mantle of keeping the lights on. When something is broken, it can't easily be replaced anymore so it needs to be fixed - a toy, a generator, a gun; they can all benefit from the careful attention of skilled hands. Learning from his mother, and from the stories his grandfather told him, he developed a fondness for the relics and stories of that time. He is perhaps not a natural fit among the Millers given their structure and history, but he regards Camp Miller and its people as his home and his family. Much of what wasn't immediately practical has been lost; not just in terms of gear but also culture and history - Cyrus aims to recover it. The light of civilization may burn faintly, but it still burns, and Cyrus aims to keep it that way.[/list]

So It Begins Again - Character Thread|rating:3.0

The art of finesse_ The Circuit

(roads, filled with dark allies and soft noises. In the quiet hours of the night, you hear high heals clicking on the hard paved road and sexy sultry whispering in the corners of the empty buildings. Welcome to The CircuitCIRCUIT (OR TRACK):an area where prostituted people are regularly available. This can be the area around a group of strip and pornography stores or a particular stretch of street. The circuit, a dark and gloomy place that could get a person whatever they wanted as long as they were willing to pay the price. What few people ignore or choose to realize is that every society has rules and people who enforce them. In this world, Ricardo cared little for the dealings between John's, Pimps and the women of the evening. To him, these were his prey, this area was his hunting domain, and he hated when jackals invaded his territory. Very few people came to him and bought his product directly, and even fewer knew his birth name. Master arm always watched the movement within "the circuit" from the sky rise he called home on the other side of town. Rarely did he walk the streets, but when word reached him of some new dealer muscling in and cutting into his profits, it drew his attention enough for a closer look. As he suspected the new threat was a novice dealer and a stupid one at that, he bought his product and chopped it up for resale. Anyone foolish enough to come in and try to set up shop in his area would end up in the hospital in intensive care, but alive nonetheless. Repackaging his merchandise was the biggest disrespect imaginable, the only suitable punishment in the eyes of Ricardo, was death." Spider" was either too stupid or did not heed the warnings of others when they told him that "Master arm" was going to come personally for him. Ricardo spent nights, walking the streets and keeping his eyes and ears open. To everyone else he was just another suit looking for a piece of ass to purchase for the night. When he finally spotted the guy making a sale to a John, he started walking towards him. Spider's customer looked worried as Ricardo approached, his gaze was menacing but not directed at him." Get lost and if you inject that shit into one of these girls, you will be a dead man."" Who the fuck are muumuu..." The sound of "spider" having the air knocked out of him, caused a few random girls to tilt their heads in the opposite direction. Most of the girls had quotas to fill, filling a police report or taking time to shout for help took away from time they needed to find the next client. Ricardo towered over the man who dropped to his knee, his right arm twitching as a grin curled across his lips." I'm not a cop..." Spider's eyes looked up at Master arm's, his hand trembled in fear as he tried to reach for the gun tucked in the crotch of his pants." Go on...take it out and take a shot..." He was taunted, foolish enough to fall for it, the next sound that echoed along the streets was the sound of bone snapping and screams drowning out the sound of sirens in the distance. A demonic laugh emitted from Ricardo's throat, enjoying the sound of the man's curses and pleads for help that fell on deaf ears." Turn around and crawl into the alley...reach for the gun again, and you will have to drag yourself with that quick mouth of yours...and shut the fuck up!" A kick flashed across Spider's face, knocking his jaw into his head, sending him backwards towards the alley." Who the fuck are you...please don't kill me man... I just needed to make some money... I have a sister...and family..." Spider's face was bleeding, his arm bent at an awkward angle, the tough guy was sobbing. Ricardo turned his face and spat in disgust, his hand reaching into his coat pocket to pull out a small cigarette case." Did I ask for questions motherfucker, I said crawl." Ricardo was growing impatient, after the cigarette was tucked into the corner of his mouth, he kicked Spider into the dimly alley a small group of hobos called home." Beat it..." The men around the flaming barrel, looked at the man and quickly began to walk past him." You... leave the bottle...on the floor..." Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his zippo lighter and a clip of bills."here you go boys...don't spend it all in one place." He lit his cigarette and took a deep drag before giving Spider a swift kick to the ribs." I'm sorry...stop it...please! Who are you...why... I'll stop..." Ricardo did not even bother repeating himself, the man was backing himself into the wall of the alley. His black Italian loafers came down on the man's shoulder, opposite of the broken arm after he had attempted to reach for the gun again. More screams of pain were mixed along his curses. Ricardo bent forward and tossed the pleading man his handkerchief." Clean yourself up...want to look good for your funeral right?" The man was becoming hysterical, crying and begging for dear life, his eyes overflowed with tears." You keep asking me I am... I'll tell you... I am the best prosecuting attorney in this state...that's who I am..." The endless sounds of foot crushing bone and flesh was louder than the crackling fire next to the two of them. A grim shadow dance was portrayed on a brick wall across the alley, Daughter's large shadow brutally stomped the lump into the wet asphalt below. When the screams turned into wheezes and whimpers, he stopped, the cigarette at the end of his mouth was mostly ash." You came to the wrong domain..." Bending over, he reached for the bottle of piss liquor the bums were chugging earlier and doused the beaten pulp that was once a body." Let this be a warning to you..." He smiled one last time before turning around and taking a few steps away from the body, turning around to kick the flaming barrel over onto his victim. With the help of the liquor, the man ignited and consumed the body in a final excruciating set of screams. Twelve shots were heard in the alley, the bullets that were not fired. Ricardo's tie was wrinkled and his suit was splattered, he needed a fresh change immediately. Luckily for him, he held stakes in a club down the street, he just hoped Jeff had a spare suit in his office. Zach sped quickly down the street. Cutting a tight turn around the corner, landing the stolen sedan in the alleyway behind a cheap motel. He hated doingthissort of work anymore. But it was a favor to a friend from his day's before he was forced into the army. A very good friend who had saved his ass more times than he could recount. So, he would do it. This would make them even, since his employers didn't like him doing outside work. Snapping back to the moment he quickly checked the chamber of his .38 revolver, it was loaded. Six perfectly loaded 150 grain FMJ bullets sitting in front of a generous load of powder. Snapping his toy shut he held it under the side of his suit jacket, as he left the door open, and the engine running. Walking towards a back exit he pounded on the door. A rather large man opened it up and swore something at him. Zack merely thrust his left fist quickly into his throat, and walked past him as he fell to the floor, struggling for air. Walking down the hall he checked the number on every door. Finally, 108. Standing in front of it he knocked, standing so that he'd be able to see if anyone checked the peep whole. "Who the fuck..." Came through the door as he fired two rounds, and heard a thud on the other side. Aiming just to the right of the handle he fired again, blowing the lock out of the door frame. With a heavy kick, the door gave way. Pushing it as hard as he could to get it open past the man on the floor he squeezed in. Quickly placing another round into the men head. Hearing a shriek come from the bed, he quickly stepped further in, pointing his pistol at the women that lay there, now clutching the blankets up to her neck." You didn't fucking see anything. Got it." He said with the weapon aimed at her head. Weakly she nodded. Motioning his gun towards the window her growled "Out." And watched her get up slowly and begin to look for her clothes. "No, just fucking leave!" He shouted growing rather impatient and pointing the gun at her again. She made for the window faster than he expected. Climbing out and running away, still completely nude. He quickly grabbed the clothes he could find, from both of them, tossing them into the dirty tub. Pulling out a book of matches he rapidly strikes it on his shoe, tossing the entire book into the clothes as they catch ablaze. Turning he takes one look at the mess he made as he grabs the man's keys off an end table. As he hops out of the window, heading for the small parking lot. Holding out the key's he keeps clicking the unlock button on the very handy remote. Finally spotting the car he runs to it, starting it up quickly and driving off. The car he stole to get there would be gone by now. And empty car with the door open and engine running doesn't last long in the circuit. And he was glad for it. Driving off the now only had to figure out where to dump the car. Seeing as he didn't leave any prints behind he didn't have to worry. And as for ballistics his toy would be melted down within a week, as always. A slight vibration in his coat pocket made him smile as he pulled out the cheap cell phone. "It's done." Is all he said before tossing it out the window, and disappearing into the night. The streets were a cold place to be at night, cold and lonely. The rushed sounds of padded footsteps were heard running down the main strip. Long black hair billowed out into the wind as the petite figure raced down in the dark. The Circuit was unknown to her, she had no idea of the dangers that lay in the dark, no idea of the temptations on each corner. The girl only knew she had to run, she had to get away, away from it all, away from him. So, she did. She ran. Morgan had run out with nothing more than the clothes on her back and a bag she had packed days ago in case she ever found the courage to leave him. The dark-colored duffle bag was tugged over one shoulder running across her small chest to rest at one hip. She wore a pair of well-used dark jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt that bore the name of a random brand name across the chest in bright red lettering. She was breathing hard and stopped around one corner to rest against the wall. Her hands rested on her knees and she peeked back to see if he was following or not. Satisfied with the outcome she looked back ahead of herself then stood up straight and started to run again. There had to be someone around to help her. She knew that there was. Even if it was some unsavory person it was someone. Even the most… well even those people of the street could have compassion, right? Her white sketchers helped speed her across the cold streets as she tugged a hoodie on over her head, uncaring that it covered the straps of the bag that ran across her chest, she didn’t have time to stop. She was tired, hungry, and needed to use the bathroom, but she would not stop. If she was lucky she’d find a store to let her use the facilities. If she was lucky someone would let her sleep in the back. Hide in the back. Hide from him. She had tried it before. She hid. Furthermore, she hid well. But he found her. Eddie would find her again. He always did. He would drag her back, make her love him, make her stay. She hated him. She despised that man. Love him, no! Love to hate him... yes... love to kill him... yes... she wanted to stab his eyes out, those hateful eyes that bore into her each evening like she was some tramp. Some slut who needed to be shown what she was worth. That’s all she heard from him. She was a slut, a bitch, a whore. Some no good, slant eyed bitch who was only good for fucking, cooking, and cleaning. He wouldn’t let her forget it. She’d never forget it. The streets were heaven compared to where she was. Compared to the unwelcomed attentions, the touching, forcing, the emotional and verbal abuse that occurred in her life every day. If she were a lesser person, a more selfish person, she’d have killed herself long ago. She’d have taken that straight razor down her wrist, down the soft skin he so loved to abuse. She could do it. Furthermore, she could bleed out. Furthermore, she could just end it. End him. And then end her. It was possible. She took in a deep breath and stopped again to catch up with herself. Leaning against the next building she thought she saw people up ahead and then an explosion of fire. Gunshots, fires, hookers, and the smell of burning flesh. Yes, she was definitely in the Circuit. “Ashley, you must go home and rest” Eric groaned displeased at her work addiction. They were all heading to the bar nearby the office for some ice-cold beers but as always Ashley declined the invitation. The few that were very close to her knew about her sister and chose not to intervene, but Eric was the type that uses his childish behavior as a way to make people feel better. Staring blankly at the steamy cup of coffee on her desk and completely ignoring Eric. In a flash moment an idea crossed her mind, she jumped up, almost leaving the chair fall behind her but swiftly turn and set it back straight. Ashley push back her chair, grabs her coat and walk away leaving Eric with open mouth staring at her back. She couldn’t tell him, she couldn’t tell anybody. Candy words kept lingering in her head over and over, distracting her concentration." I'm gone Eric, see you tomorrow"It was late already, and she wanted to reach home fast, the only shortcut available at this hour was the circuit.“Are you sure?” She looked twice at her GPS Car Navigation System. Ashley didn’t like the circuit at this hour of the night, especially as a female she had to find her way out fast unless she was ready to use her gun. Her thoughts got distracted by loud a firetruck siren rushing pass her. Ashley quickly took out her single led rotating beacon a followed the fire truck. She was off duty but in the circuit there was always work. There was death body in the alley where the homeless lived, but that was not what alarmed the fire truck. The fire catch up with the nearby trees. Slowly eating its way up to the empty building. Ashley step out of her car and walk closer to a fireman standing with hand in his head staring at the burn pile that looked like a human body. She was freezing and pulled out her gloves to keep her hand warm and hide how nervous she was. Walking slowly behind the man holding her back straight and her head tilted high. She had to look superior especially in this man world. Staring down at him but no matter how tall her 5.7 feet frame was he was taller than her, yet that didn't discourage her. I’m detective Carter she announced loud with an expressionless face. The man turn with a smile and check her up intrigued.“Guess what, we have BBQ tonight, detective” he said laughing at his own comment. Ashley ignores his comical comment and walks pass him to see the burned body.it was unrecognizable, every hair on him was burned. Nothing left of the clothes. She called Eric and asks him to send other detectives to check out the homicide. It couldn’t be anything but a gruesome execution, she quickly turns her back and walk towards the police car that just arrived and told them that the detectives where on their way and hoped she didn’t have to stay for this one. The stench of burning flesh was not what she wanted for a nice long night rest. A soon Eric and his partner reached she walks back to her car, back to her thoughts. It was definite, she would start searching for her sister killer and the circuit would be her playground.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Ashley couldn’t get her mind from her sister lifestyle and knew if she wanted to find who killed her, the best place would be starting in the circuit self. Where ells would she goes too but the amazingly fast-growing club Ecstasy which became very popular in a short period of time. She will start there and wait to see if anybody will recognize her as her sister Candy, maybe even use her name. Ashley raced through the empty roads of the Circuit and reach home amazingly fast. She called home, a simple apartment in a quiet neighborhood. At least she could afford to live comfortable but what good did it all do, when she couldn’t help her sister. Once inside she quickly peeled off her working clothes and jump under the shower. The warm water felt very relaxing on her skin and washed away the whole day work off her tired limps.“What to wear. God, what to wear?” Ashley stood in front of her closet, water still dripping of her skin. Staring at her boring clothes, she didn’t have anything that would scream out ho at first glance. But all the way in the back of her closet she found the dress, candy had bought a few days before she disappeared, identical dresses, and she had never put the piece of cloth on her skin, memories kept haunting her. Tonight was different, she will become Candy and the best way to do that is starting with the extra tight dress. Spraying her favorite Overlain perfume, a fruity scent blended from mandarins with a swift of vanilla. Ashley only used the perfume when she was on man hunt, something she hasn’t done in ages but still kept buying the sweet-scented treat. Twirling in front of the mirror and taking a last glance at her reflection, she didn’t see Ashley anymore. Her sister was staring back at her wearing the very short black lace dress; the fabric tightly hugged her curves and barely left anything for the imagination. With just enough coverage to pass as a dress (turns around and slides her hand in her silver bangles and grabs her bag. Squeezing the bag, she felt the hard cold steel of her gun. Ashley always carries a gun with her even out of work but this time she had to choose one of her favorites a Saturday Night Special. The gun and her badge fits perfectly in her tiny bag. Ashley quickly rushed out her apartment, almost tripping because of her four-inch tall silver stilettos. “God, which man was the culprit to invent this female torture objects” she groans as she enters her car gratefully. The young Asian looking girl continued to run down the streets. She turned down the next street, hearing the familiar sound of a car she knew well she ran into a building nearby. Luckily the door was unlocked, odd that it was, but nevertheless she could get off the street and out of sight of that sadistic sonuvabitch. Morgan leaned back against the wall by the door and took in a few deep breaths. She was tired and just wanted to feel safe enough to sleep. She slid down the wall and looked around. A small elevator was down a hall to her right and just ahead on the right past the hallway there was a set of stairs winding upwards, three stories high. It was apparently an old apartment building, that still housed a few low income families. She bit at her lower lip and pulled her knees up to her chest, curled up against the corner. It was late in the night and the gunshots could still be heard outside. The yelling and screaming of people arguing and fighting was distinctive of the neighborhood, whoever lived in this building was used to it and didn't care either way. The young runaway took in a long deep breath and let it out slowly. She buried her face in her lap as she tried not to think of where she was or how she got her. She wondered if her parents would ever want her back, probably not after she told them she had the abortion. Furthermore, she didn't want them to know that Eddie had actually beat the baby out of her. He didn't want brats he said, he didn't need more mouths to feed, so he did something his way. He did it the cheap way he said. That trip to the ER didn't seem to matter much, but the baby was gone. She hated him for that. Morgan hated him for a lot. She slowly started to cry as she sat there thinking about her predicament then she sucked it up and wiped at her eyes." Suck it up, Morgan... you're here. Not there..." She looked then with a strong defiance in her eyes, a tired but strong defiance. She decided sleeping here might be safest for now, and she could continue to find help in the morning. The Hummer was just about to hit the highway cutoff, when Ave's phone lit up. Purple Haze. Played out instead of the usual droning ringtone. The girl was big on music. The song was deliberately symbolic of the source of the caller on other line. With a huff and a jabbing motion, Ave's snatched the phone and looked at the caller ID. Her short manicured thumbnail dug into the green button. "I told you that I don't need another supply for a few more weeks Go. What do you want?" She barked. There was no answer. Ave's eyes narrowed as counted the seconds of silence. Ave could hear breathing on the other line, and it was pissing her off. "Who the fuck is this?!" When there was still no answer, her voice went harsher than usual." Look you fuck-face-motherfucker-""It's Angelo!"" I don't know any fucking Angelo's."" I work for-look lady, Go got messed up. One of his buys went bad, and he got his ass burned. I'm just supposed to give you the message is all."" Fuck."" The boss still doesn't know who did it, but-"She spun the wheel to the right and cut everyone off in the last two lanes. Stepping on the gas, she floored it to the nearest exit downtown. Ave hung up, having all the information she needed. Frankly, she didn't really give a rat's ass about her dead drug supplier. Go was a lowlife middleman that she felt neededhergenerosity. A friend of her dead lowlife ex-boyfriend. It seemed ironic to her that the two had succumbed to the same fate. She felt no remorse at learning of his demise, but worried about her links to the company itself. She wondered also if his boss found out about all the freebies he had been giving Ave and the brothel. Promises of a sexual encounter or two were out of play now at least. That gave the pimp a nice warm feeling inside. She looked over at Dee and mumbled something about going to the red-light district. And that the girl should stay in the car if she knew what was good for her. Who knew if the ho comprehended anything Ave had said? She was toastier than she had ever seen her. It was kind of a good thing. The more fucked up she was to walk, the less she had to worry about her getting out and finding trouble while Ave was gone. Before Ave settled on a parking spot, she scoped the area for blue lights hiding in alleyways and anything else that looked dangerously close to a cop. It was her lucky night. No one around but the whores from other brothels hanging on the street corners, and neighborhood junkie hanging off their balcony's. Ave parked the on a darkened street side, a few blocks from where she had to be. Flinging on a black, mid-length coat to cover up her red corset top and way-too-tight-jeans. It reached a little passed her thighs, but did nothing to hide her knee-high boots. It made her look like one of them. The streetwalkers. Still, none of them had a semiautomatic Px4 Barrett nestled in any oftheircoat pockets. The piece was lightweight, and did the job good, if she needed it done. Her bullets were untraceable, and she was a trigger-happy bitch, so she was mostly, always in the clear. Her slender fingers had a tight grip on the gun shaft. Furthermore, her index finger already engaged on the trigger. She was on her way to pay Go’s ’headquarters a visit. To her semi dissatisfaction, the place was locked up and no one was around. It was strange, because there was always someone there. The seclusion wasn‘t going to stop her from getting what she wanted, regardless. Ave freed her hands up, to get her lock pick out. Shimming the old rusted knob’s barrier was a piece of cake. With click, she was in. She refrained from switching on any lights, she wasn’t a moron. Moving throughout the ugly, messy ass office, she hit the usual places Go would shift through. Anything she saw with the companies name on it, she snatched. File cabinets were raided and emptied of all contents of her sister’s company ever existing. If her source was dead, she didn’t want another scumbag trying to home in on his business. The only reason she and Go did business was because of the sheer fact that they each had blackmail on each other. It took her a little less than twenty minutes to get every thing her sticky fingers could carry, and she was out the door in a heart beat. Her legs moved quickly down the winding staircase. A large folder clutched under her arm, and her left hand back in her pocket, clutched around her Px4’s trigger. Her pace back down the street was slow. Dee was laughing as the car swung around, tires squealing. It was like a roller coaster ride! She had another glass of champagne that Ave let her have, but it had spilled in the sudden turnaround. "Oops", she giggled as she tried to mop the mess-up with her hands, but only accomplished getting them sticky. She tried her best to sober up as Ave scolded her mess and told her to stay in the car, or else. When Ave was gone, Dee locked all the doors and pressed her face to the tinted windows, trying to see the outside world... It was so dark outside, the few streetlights dim and flickering, so there was not a lot to see. The young ho was terribly drunk, but it was the greatest thing she could ever remember. She pushed an automatic button and her window went down, and Dee sprawled on the back seat of the hummer and poked her dainty feet out the window. It was cold out, the chill coming with the night, but it felt so good. She giggled again, wondering what Ave would say when she found her ho acting like an idiot. When Ave got to the car she cocked her neck back. Her back window was down and there were feet sticking out of it. "What the hell?" Her boots clicked to a faster pace as her walk quickened. Peeking through the window, Ave let out a hiss through her teeth. It was just her drunk ho crashed out in the backseat. It could have been worse. The feet could have belonged to some crack whore looking to make Ave's car her new sleeping pallet. She got in and tossed the personnel files on the passenger seat, and sat in her car for a few seconds to check on her other connections. Making sure everything was still intact.(Sorry Bonilla! I'm kind of back.) Edited! (We're nabbing Morgan and taking her back to the mansion, as soon as she sobers up I.R.! Ha! A pale and older looking man emerged. He had that appearance that showed his overuse of alcohol and drugs. He aged far too fast for his own good. The dark circles and sunken cheeks indicated his current usage and his thin lanky frame with the pooched potbelly gave proof that he was in deep. She tried to remain still in hopes he was drunk or high enough to overlook her. His steps were slow as he limped a little and staggered. Morgan didn't want to chance him actually catching her so as soon as his movements veered toward her, and they did, she scrambled up to her feet. Running out the door to the building she could hear him cough and wheeze after calling her." Come to Daddy, pretty girl. I always wanted a nice little china doll bobbing on my dick." Morgan just kept running not bothering to correct his assumptions, not really caring. She felt her fatigue run deep in her legs and stomach as she ran down the street again, stopping only to catch her breath after a couple blocks. She had good stamina but without food for energy it had left her a little under her endurance level. Suddenly the idea that she should have packed some kind of food in her bag was dawning on her more than ever. Leaning against the side of a building she pressed her hands to her knees and dropped her bag beside her. The runaway girl tried not to cry again as she slid a little swatting in place. The sounds of more gunshots caused her to jump and jerk her head around looking for the impending danger of the area. Ave was already on edge from being in Club Ecstasy for far too long. She wasn't sure how she was going to handle things when the 'merger' went through. The whole scene left a bad taste in her mouth that she kept replaying in her head. Bar fights, raunchy girls, it was almost no different from the brothel, accept there, she would lack the control she was used to. While it was good for business, the ordeal was going to take a toll on Ave's sanity. And now this, a dead middle man whose killers could have been on their way across the border by now. Hell, they could very well have been stalking the street Ave had been parked on for the last hour and a half. That was all she and her sister needed; their names getting into the wrong hands. Then the prosecution and media rape would soon follow, like it did with the careless Heidi Class.Oh, fuck. The thought made her slam on her cigarette button on her consul, violently. Oddly enough, she didn't have any cigarettes with her, because she didn't smoke them. Yet, while she waited for the electric lighter to heat, Ave peered around the street, before proceeding to undo the cover to her hidden compartment. There on the side of her car door was a retractable cover. The forearm deep compartment it revealed held various toys Ave liked to keep close to her, besides the Barrett. A couple billy clubs took up most of the space in the panel, while her guns faced barrel down in there custom housing cases." Jackpot." Literally. As her slender fingers sunk down into the tight space, it pinched upon a sneaking little thing that had been so conveniently smashed under one of her billy clubs. A neatly rolled up piece of heaven. Pop.The cigarette lighter was primed for ignition. With a relieved sigh, Ave put the joint to her lips and inhaled as the car lighter heated up the paper and weed. Sending the hot smoke darting to the back of her throat and into her lungs. She held it in as long as she could, before gracefully releasing that reminiscent smell of hemp into the air. "I should have had this longtime ago." It was on her third hit that Ave could hear some commotion in the distance. The street wasn't very subtle on hiding crime and violence. The voice of an old man echoed through the air. Mid exhale Ave was joking on her smoke. Amid her uncontrollable coughing, she watched as a cute little Asian girl came running down the street.' Not one of our girls.' Avé thought as she killed the butt of her private pleasure. Leaving it sitting on her dashboard. She sat back and watched for the girls pimp to come after her. Time was ticking by slowly and it agitated Ave. She would never have let one of her girls run out on a customer like that. Nor would she have let the ho just sit on her lazy ass and wallow in her self-pity. "Hmm. Maybe she isn't a turnout." Avé got out of her car and crossed the street warily. Giving harsh glances to anyone who thought of approaching, as she neared the crying girl. There was no way to be inconspicuous about her advancing proximity. The stiletto boots had an uncanny click to them. Ave squatted on near the sobbing stranger, opposite her bag. "Hey...you really shouldn't be sitting on this street corner. People might get the wrong idea." She looked around to check on her car and the crazy street whores and chronic watching. "If you need a place to stay..." She said with a heavy sigh, "I know somewhere safe." What it would cost could be discussed later. Morgan looked up as the stilettos were heard approaching her. She glanced up wondering if the woman was a street walker at first and quickly wiped at her eyes. She didn't want anyone to see her as weak, to see her crying at the very least. Furthermore, she pushed her fingers through her silky black locks and looked around then back to the lady again. "I was only resting... and. I couldn't put you out like that. I. Furthermore, I don't have much, but I do have a little money to pay for a room somewhere, if you can direct me or something." She thought the lady seemed nice enough even if her breath smelled like stink weed. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. The woman was watching her car as she spoke to Morgan, and she realized it wasn't a safe place, and that the woman was taking a risk stopping to help. She nodded once before giving in thinking she could trust her at least to take her elsewhere. After all, what could this woman do to her? She didn't' seem the murdering/raping type. The young female held her hand out to the stranger in an attempt to get help up and to show her trust in allowing to be led to the car. Morgan was too tired to care that she may have been asked to pay by other means. Ave tucked her hair behind her ears and took a consoling hand to the stranger's back. Rubbing a small area in a circular motion. It was an uncharacteristic gesture for the pimp. She blamed it on the alcohol. Thankful nonetheless, that the girl wasn't one of those hysterical criers. She didn't even seem strung out, which was more than Ave could say for herself at the moment. "Really," She assured in an even tone. "It's no problem tall. Don't worry about the money, okay? We just need to get out of here before something ugly happens." Coaxing her demeanor to come off as sweet and trusting. Ave stood." I'm Annamaria." She said with a warm smile. Grabbing the girl's bag with one hand and assisting her to stand with the other. Supporting the girl's forearm with her own, Ave lead them to her car. She opened her driver's side passenger door. Placing the bag on the floor of her SUV. "Get up Dee. We have company." Ave commanded in a friendly manner, as she slapped her ho's feet. Flinging them off of what would be the girl's sitting area. "Sorry, she's had a little too much to drink tonight." Ave shook her head and held the door open for her new passenger. Dee's feet were getting cold anyway, so she didn't complain when her little toes got a slap from Ave, and she withdrew them within the window and rolled up the window. Now she just spread out along the backseat, amusing herself by counting the streetlights they passed as they rode on, back home. Ave said a few things, mostly to herself, and then the young woman could smell the weed. It wasn't a terribly unfamiliar scent; when she was in school, she had heard of a few people who smoked it often enough, and even a few of her friends had gotten into it. She mostly smelled it in the bathrooms and at a couple of concerts they had dragged her to, but she had never tried it for herself. It was so long ago though, she couldn't even remember the names of her girlfriends from then. She breathed deeply the scent that wafted into the backseat, almost hoping Ave would let her try... but then she killed the butt and stopped, and Dee knew they were still very far from the mansion. She might have sat up and looked out, but she was so dazed by the alcohol, and the second-hand high she was getting. It seemed like hours later that Ave opened the door she was resting her feet on and slapped her delicate little toes again, and Dee scooted over for the other woman that Ave had found. She self-consciously straightened her tussled hair out and put on a kind smile for the girl, which came easy to her anyway. She was so drunk, anything was amusing. Morgan looked at the woman and followed her toward the waiting car. She gave her a bit of a smile when she helped her in. The stranger's name sounded like something a nun would have, and somehow that alleviated a little of her worry. As she waited as the drunken girl moved her feet and she looked back to Ave. The way she treated the girl named Dee made her think they had to be close friends, and she slid into her place in the back seat then. She didn't say much else when spoken to, just gave a few small smiles and a nod to the girl next to her. Morgan didn't bother asking why they were in such a place as it was none of her business. As she pulled on her seat belt she looked out the window as the old man had stumbled from the building in search of her. She shuddered a little and sunk down in the seat a bit. All she wanted was some food, a hot bath and a warm bed now. Wiping at her mascara streaked face she sighed a little in contemplation of where she was and how she got there. The two women in the vehicle with her seemed to fade from reality and view as the young Asian-American girl lay her head against the window and started to drift to sleep again. Ave started her car with ease. The low rumbling noise of the car engine was calming to the woman. She loved to drive, and even thought her ride was a gigantic monster, Ave drove it like a petite little Sedan. Before she went anywhere, she needed to get the foreign smell out of her car. Turning the air conditioner on full blast, she let her air freshener clear up the rank smell her joint had released. When traces of the aroma dissipated, Ave rolled up the windows and put her Hummer in'Drive'. She took the fastest route home, text messaging her sister while sitting at a red light, about the Asian-American find. Saying little or nothing to either girl on the way to the mansion.

The art of finesse_ The Circuit|rating:3.0

High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]

High-stake Texas Hold'em [Players Wanted] (#new)High-stake Texas Hold'em [IOC] (#new)High-stake Texas Hold'em [IC]Introductions you check the mailbox, you notice one envelope with flashy colors, which turns out to carry the logo from the rather exclusive casino located down town. Opening the letter, you discover it's an invitation for a very exclusive card game, with some big money at stake:You are invited to a high-stave Texas Hold'em game! The receiver of this letter is invited to a special Texas Hold'em tournament coming this Saturday, in a private back room of our casino. This invitation is not tied to a specific person, and can be handed out to a third party, and used as long as all requirements are met:Tournament requirements:Only people in possession of this invitation are entitled to enter. Only on person is allowed entrance per invitation. It is not allowed to bring a partner or observer. Participants need to be aware of the rules of Texas Hold'em. Participants that are revealed to be unaware during the course of the game are removed from their tournament. Their entrance money will not be returned. All participants must be present at eight o'clock sharp. The doors to the back room will close at eight o'clock and will no longer allow entrance. All participants must bring in US$ 250,000.= entrance money, including the host. This money forms the tournament prize, with the winner receiving all. Participants are not allowed to wear more than four articles of clothing, including all accessories and jewelry. Articles that come in pairs, such as shoes, socks, gloves and earrings count as a single article of clothing. A wardrobe will be available to store excess clothes. All participants need to be over the age of eighteen. All participants need to appear properly washed. Participants with poor hygiene are not allowed entrance to the game. Details about the poker rules:Every participant starts the game with 20 chips. The positions at the table will be randomly decided at the start of the game by drawing cards. This will also determine the dealer for the first round. The order of the participants does not change during the game. As long as there are four or more participants remaining, the dealer will not participate in the game for the duration of that round. When three or fewer participants remain, the dealer will be involved as normal. After every round, the participant to the last dealer's left will be the new dealer. The small blind will start at 1 chip. The big blind will always be twice the small blind. Every time the dealer chip completes another round around the table, the small blind doubles. As long as three or more players remain, the participant left of the dealer will have the small blind and the participant to his or her left will have the big blind. When only two players remain, the dealer will have the small blind, and his or her opponent will have the big blind. There is no limit to the number of chips a player can bet. When participants need to pay more chips than they have to call a blind or bet, they can go all in. A side pot will be created that contains all the chips that are bet in excess of the broke participant. If the broke participant wins the hand, the site pot goes to the participant with the next best hand. Participants are not allowed to reveal their cards until after the end of the round. At the end of the round, all participants that haven't folded are required to reveal both cards. If two or more hands are tied, the pot is split among the players. If the pot cannot be evenly split, the remained will carry over to the next round. If any side pots are present, the side pots will be handled first. All chips that can't be evenly split are added to the main pot. Special rules for this high-stake tournament:After the end of each round, the winner of that round must propose a dare to each player with no remaining chips, if any. Different people can be offered different dares. Participants that decline to perform the dare must discard an article of clothing. Participants that were already naked when they decline a dare are removed from the game. When more than one participant is out of chips, they can be offered a dare to perform together. If one participant declines the dare (and thus drops an article of clothing or is removed from the game), the other participant must still perform a different dare chosen by the game winner. Participants that decided to perform the dare can still back out during the performance of the dare, whereby they have to strip as if they declined it in the first place. If this dare was tied to someone else's dare, the performer of that dare still has to perform a new dare. The game winner can offer a dare that involves the game winner itself or a volunteer. If either the game winner or the volunteer backs out of the dare, the participant that was required to perform the dare is assumed to have completed the dare. A variety of BDSM equipment and toys will be provided that can be included in the dares. If a participant disagrees to a dare (and thus drops an article of clothing), that same dare (or something highly resembling it) cannot be asked to the same person again. If the dare involved another person, a dare is only considered the same if the other person is of the same gender as the first occasion. If it's unclear if a dare resembles a former dare, all remaining participants can vote. If the vote ends in a tie, the dare is considered to be highly resembling the earlier dare. Dares that cause injuries or permanent alterations to the body are not permitted. Dares that require the touching of bodily wastes are not permitted. Dares that require someone to eat or drink anything are not permitted. Dares cannot include any equipment other than those provided. After all participants without chips performed a dare or discarded an article of clothing, they receive an amount of chips equal to ten times the current small blind. I shall participate myself as well, of course chipping in my own entrance fee. All drinks for the evening will be on me. I hope to have piqued your interest and will be looking forward to the game. Sincerely, George Meson, Casino Owner. Character prologues Normally the days were pretty uneventful in Clarissa's life, yet fate decided to throw her a bit of a curveball this day with key one piece of mail. A letter had come from one of the best casinos within town, a casino which was so picky of its clients that she hadn't been able to explore it yet but now this seemed to finally be her chance to get that desire finished and underneath the belt. Now there was the question of whom the lucky person would be gifted with the treat of experiencing this new place with her. A smile curled upon her lips at the idea as there were a few men that would jump at the chance to come along with her, and if she played her cards right sex could be on the table as well. At that moment sex was one of the major things needed after not experiencing that certain joy for close to a year now. The best spot upon her couch was taken as the letter was finally opened and read over twice before it was placed down upon the table. Lost within her own thoughts suddenly Clarissa was after that letter had been picked up and read over for now a third time. It seemed that no one was going to come along with her this time around, perhaps in the long run that would be the best thing. Slowly a smile curled upon her lips while standing up and moving into her bedroom only to stop in front of her closet. A few items were looked over passively for a moment before the perfect things for that evening caught her eye."... Perfect...", was whispered to herself from slightly parted lips. That night was simply going to be as perfect as they could get, poker and the chance at sex or at least to get some sexual frustration out of the way. Clarissa couldn't be happier, it also didn't hurt that she was one of the better female poker players within the city. Perhaps it was even more in her favor that she had gotten to the final table of the WPT the very last year, it was as much of an off season as one got in the profession currently, so why not brush up on skills. This woman wasn't stupid, the odds were in her favor either way, money or sex, and no sane person could go wrong with either one. Evan was not a prolific gambler, but he enjoyed the rush, and it was a great way to hook a potential client. He would spend time flying between Atlantic City, Vegas or Monte Carlo, when he was not working he found other ways to keep busy. When he was given a letter by his assistant after coming home after a trip he was surprised to find a local game with a fun twist on the rules. A smile spread across his features, rsvping back and preparing for a game. He wondered if the game was a tournament of sorts or just a private party, perhaps a few friends of his in the mix, whatever the case was he would be eager to get out there. (Vitler36 year old American females hundred and two jobs. That's what was riding on Claire to win this tournament. The credit crunch had left Miller Anodyne with twenty days to fill a sudden $1.36m hole in its cash flow, and the money just wasn't available from any of their normal credit sources. When Claire had been called into the boardroom earlier in the week she'd thought it was to be fired - her sales figures had been terrible this quarter. In fact, it had been to convince her to gamble the company's last quarter mil in a high stakes strip poker game. She'd somehow let them talk her into it, which was why she was now in a hotel room in Vegas, peering unhappily at her naked reflection in a full length mirror. She felt tense and nervous, and she really wanted to hit the bar, but she didn't want to take in one more calorie than she had to until after the tournament. This whole thing was really forcing her to confront her age: the other players were probably going to be fifteen years younger. Maybe she'd be kicked out for being too old?Oh, God! please don't let that happen. She tried not to think about it. Damien Schwarz was sitting at the table of his relatively small apartment, skimming over the content of the letter again. He scratched his cheek as he read through it one more time. He did have a clue as towhee had received the letter. Furthermore, he was a frequent player of the online poker rooms of this particular casino, always using the profits of his job as a hacker-for-hire. Furthermore, he played a few hours every-day and considered his frequent winnings as a nice bonus to his job, along with the thrill. But this was a bit different. He didn't have the internet to hide behind now. It was a real game of poker, instead of just clicks and the lot. He chuckled. The entrance fee was quite high, but he would be able to afford it if he lost, but it would leave a severe blow to his income. ''Ah....but isn't that what gambling is about?'' the young handsome man said to himself, pouring himself a non-alcoholic drink. ''Drinks free, huh? Well, that's good...'' he said to himself.'' (stretched out on her bed, head hanging over the edge feet up on her bedroom wall as she stared at the invitation. It was for a high stakes Texas Hold 'Em tournament, the entry fee a cool two hundred and fiftythousanddollars. That was more than her undergraduate and graduate degrees would cost her combine. She'd done the math, that was more than tuition, room, boardandbooks would cost her to get her Bachelor's in photography and business and subsequently a Master's in photography. Richard had to be crazy. That was all there was to it. Or playing some kind of sick joke on her. He had offered to front her the cash for the entry fee and let her keep half her winnings to help pay for college and if she was lucky seed money to set up her own photography studio upon her graduation. It was a tempting deal. She had met Richard last year after she took a job as a cocktail waitress in one of the smaller casinos. She couldn't pass up the tips she was making and then Richard ordered a scotch on the rocks. Furthermore, she'd happily brought it to him with a smile. After several rounds at the craps table he seemed to win anytime she came by so being the high roller he was, he spoke with the casino owner and managed to have her assigned as his personal waitress. Her tip grew with margin of his winnings. Now anytime he was going to be in gambling he called to have his good luck waitress present. Mel had no problem rearranging her schedule for a guaranteed five hundred dollars or better for a couple ours of making sure Richard's glass stayed full. Over the last year he'd learned either from her or doing his research that she was a struggling college student who wanted to be an artist. He even showed up at the end of last year for the student art show and bought several of her self-portraits. Somewhere in the back of her mind that creeped her out and made her hesitate in accepting his deal. Well that, and what would happen if she lost. She'd owe him the whole of the two hundred and fifty thousand plus the cost of a dress and would be working it off as his full service casino hostess, catering to hiseverywhim. He left no room for wondering if that included sexual favors in the way he looked at her; like he just wanted to devour her. But no more having to beg, borrow plead to pay her tuition and rent. The possibility of going straight into business for herself. And it's not like Richard was bad looking, rude, obnoxious or a heinous person. True he was eleven years her senior, but damn he made thirty look good. He was independently wealthy at the rate he tipped it's not like she'd be in his debt forever. When he first mentioned it she was tempted to ask if he'd just loan her the money for school on the agreement that she'd pay him back when she graduated, but was too scared. And this way, if she won, she walked away from the deal owing him nothing but her gratitude." What the hell?" She murmured and made the call. Two weeks later Richard had taught her to bluff better and a good deal about the strategies she could use to convince others to bet higher or fold so she could take the pot. She checked in the mirror one last time. The green dress Richard had delivered fit her perfectly as did the shoes. There was a note with the black pearl necklace and earrings saying they were hers to keep, win or lose. She closed her eyes, said a little prayer and went down the limo waiting to take her from her crappy apartment to the game. Once again, the limo was courtesy of Richard, who wanted her to completely look the part when she arrived for the game. She felt naked with no bra or underwear but the invite specifiedonlyfour articles of clothing, including jewelry and Richard had demanded she wear the pearls. Not knowing if he would somehow know that she didn't she'd put them on. (GuerreraCarmen padded softly into the living room (with a cup of steaming coffee in one hand and her eyes on the envelope in the other. Barefoot and dressed in a silk robe, she sat down and pulled one leg under herself, dug the toes of the other into the carpet and leaned back. The way she moved was almost in slow-motion, flowing and somehow seamless. She sipped the coffee carefully, closed her eyes for a moment to fully enjoy the sensation of having the hot, black liquid pour down her throat and warm up her body. She rested her hand on her thigh, clutching the cup, and pulled an invitation out of the envelope. The paper was heavy, the print obviously expensive and the over all feel of holding something important crossed her mind. It made her feel the way she wanted those to feel who were invited to her special events. Elite of the city's society. Reading the invite and what it entailed, she smiled and made a soft hum in approval. This would be a good way to take her mind of work, and she really wanted a distraction at the moment. Something to remind her she wasn'tjust businesswoman. Slowly but surely as the morning progressed her pace did as well. This was usual for her, the slow rhythm of morning gradually building up to the fast-paced beat of the evening and night. Being a club owner, this was how she functioned. She knew it was different from what many of her colleagues did, some working on a rush and then crashing to wake up to a new rush, but this worked perfectly for her. Of course, she didn't have any family to tend to. At the night of the event, she was exited and curious. The whole idea of being limited to four items of clothing made her question the motives of the host, but at the same time she found it humorous and unique. Carmen was no prude, she wouldn't survive in the club business if she was, and had hosted various versions of play-nights. Of course, they were never called anything even remotely suggestive, but those invited knew the nature of the events. It was part of what made her clubs such a popular place for those who try to keep their personal matters out of the limelight. She got dressed, did her hair, her makeup. The dress felt like a breath of air on her skin and even more so since she didn't wear anything but lace boy shorts under it. The back of the gray dress was open, plunged down her sides from being tied around her neck and only came together over the back of her hips, revealing her whole back and exposing her shoulders as well as every curve of her body. That, along with the boots and the earrings, made her feel as sensual and confident as she wanted for this occasion. She draped a fur cover (over her shoulders to wear on the way and left the house. Her driver waited out front, holding the back passenger door open for her and offering a hand to ease her way into the black limousine. Once seated, she checked her purse to be absolutely sure she had everything she needed. The invitation, an unsigned check for the stunning amount of quarter of a million dollars, her Blackberry, a pen and a single business card from her personal stock. She was a skilled poker player, not the best perhaps but her ambition and motivation made up for whatever lack of skill. The only way Carmen Guerrero entered an event like this was with every intention of winning. Miss Gina Harrington(’s problem was not money is men…well that’s not strictly true, money definitely was a problem, but men were the bigger problem, and she had lots of them. Gambling was in her blood, she had a habit she could not lie. She played private games mostly, and won based on her bluffing abilities her dad said she could bluff her way into heaven. Gina has many men friends most of whom are very wealthy, they adore her, but she uses them, they try to control her life and gambling, but she really controls them. She has stopped counting the marriage proposals she has received, and she has at least a dozen engagement rings, she has never really done a proper days work in her life. She knows mostly all the good private card games running, and this one was no exception, so she had a stupid bet with her latest friend that she could win this game, given that most of her friends were gamblers she took the bet not realizing the very special conditions of play, they had tricked her, but she would see about that, she would have the last laugh and the money to boot, right now though her priority was to get ready to play. Furthermore, she dressed, not allowing any nerves to affect her, she was a seasoned player and was not intimidated by the unusual nature of this card game, she is ready. Upon showing the invitation to one of the casino's doorkeeper, each of the players is invited inside with much welcome. After a brief phone call, they are lead through the crowded casino by young, classy women, clad in the casino's usual waitress/female dealer outfit, and trailed by one of the security guards. Upon arriving in a small lobby in the less crowded corners of the building, the security guard counts the money, and upon confirmation, takes it with him to a safe location. Warranty papers are handed out to those that request them. Those that arrive early are asked to wait for the doors in the back of the lobby to open, and kept company by the waitresses, who offer the guests a glass of champagne. Those that arrive after the doors have opened, but before they close at eight sharp, can walk right through. The arrival George Meson poured some more sprite into his glass, as he leaned against the minibar. He was competitive, and wanted to play on top performance, not clouding his mind with alcohol. In addition, he was the host of the party, and would prefer to be available with a sane mind. The minibar was stocked with plenty of drinks, both of the alcoholic and nonalcoholic type. Slowly gulping down his drink, he looked out over the backroom. A large poker table was positioned near the back wall, his favorite chair in the dealer position. Six other comfortable chairs where placed evenly around the table, while five more identical chairs, positioned in the lounge corner, could be carried over if needed. George didn't expect all twelve invitations to be accepted, though. The cards two to king from spades were neatly placed face down next to each other in the middle of the table in a random order, ready to randomly determine the dealer. Ashtrays were built into the side of the table, with air pipes to draft the smoke away, allowing people to smoke during the game with a minimum of discomfort to the other participants. Not too far from the minibar was the lounge corner, mostly occupied by one large curved couch, dressed in the same black leather as the chairs, fitting exactly in the equally curved corner of the room. A salon table, made completely of crystallized glass, was standing in front of it, as were the five chairs that matched the ones around the table. The opposite corner had a completely different display. Several large, synthetic crates, filled with a variety of devices, ranging from blindfolds and ball gags to whips and dildos and much stranger devices made up a decent chunk of the materials in the corner. The rest consisted of the larger devices, too big to fit in crates, such as the wooden horse and the bondage wheel. George only gave it a moment's view. The objects were really boring on their own, though with a bit of luck, they could be seen in action later tonight. A smile crossed Mr. Meson's face, as he noticed the digital clock above the entrance door indicating there were less than twenty minutes remaining before the evening would start. His bare feet walked over the thick red tapestry, on its way to open the door, as George decided to bar shoes and socks for other clothing, consisting of a pair of trousers from one of his finer suits, which concealed his boxer short from sight, a white shirt and the waistcoat of his suit. He was still wearing the jacket as well, together with a crane, but would get rid of these once the game was afoot. The casino owner was on the tall side, just over six feet tall, and had a wide, stocky build. Together with his bald head, that gave him a most prominent look. The stocky build was visible in his face as well, which held wide cheeks, and narrow blue eyes above a nose that was once broken and healed in a wrong position, a memory of less luxurious times. A Cuban cigar was sticking out of the corner of his mouth. He was hoping for a nice evening. Given, some earlier events had been rather uneventful, but he'd seen some very cute ladies cope with the most humiliating dares, because they could not afford to lose those 250,000 dollars. That alone was reason enough for the Casino owner to arrange this tournament every six months. George wondered who would show up, and if anyone was already present, as he opened the door to greet them welcome. (GuerreraThe driver pulled over at the main entrance of the casino, a glamorous looking building which in its own evidence made promises to whomever happened to glance its way. There was much to gain and oh so much to lose in a place like this, a lifetime of work could disappear just as quickly as it could multiply by ten. She'd never really liked gambling in establishments of this grandeur, her personal preference for poker games and the occasional game of roulette usually placed in a private home of either some socialite or business mogul. When she paid casino's a visit, it was usually to meet business partners or make new connections. This time was different. The game she'd been invited to be intriguing. She didn't remember hearing of it before, which was curious on its own, and the high stakes made it more thrilling than the games she usually played. She stepped out of the car and thanked her driver, slightly adjusted her white fur cover and walked confidently into the lobby. A few minutes later she entered the private room, strolled almost lazily in and to the middle of the floor, glanced around and then walked over to the only man there." Good evening, I'm Carmen Guerrero. I assume you are the host?" Her voice was silken; smooth and low in tone as she spoke with the confidence of someone who knew how to portray her best side and did so without hesitating. She smiled, offered a hand and tilted her head a little bit back to look up at him, his frame towering over her despite her heels. "Thank you for the invitation." "George." the man replied with a heavy, yet somewhat pleasing tone as he wrapped his fingers around her hand and carefully shook it. He tossed her a smile, showing his teeth where some had been replaced by fake golden ones, while his eyes squeezed a little smaller to give Carmen a brief top to bottom inspection. "And you're welcome." Releasing his hand, he guided in the direction of the sofa in the corner. "Make yourself comfortable, please. It will still be a good fifteen minutes. Can I help you with your coat?" George would accept her coat when given, and carefully hang it in the closet next to the entrance doors. Either way, George walked back to the mini bar, and asked: "Can I get you something to drink?" just before the next candidate walked into the room. (Morgan Evan rolled up in one of his own custom cars, chatting with those who saw the rare model care. It was not like an Aston or a roll, in this part of town they were rather common and after passing out a few business cards and smiles he went into the casino and across the floor. At security, he pulled out the stacks of money he had casually carried in and waited for the count. He was led inside by a cute waitress into a room where the game would take place, a glass of bourbon on the rocks already in hand as he walked in." Evening ladies and gentlemen." He put on a smile for them, moving to introduce himself to the two people there after placing his drink down at the bar. For the gentlemen a firm handshake and for the lovely brunette a kiss on the knuckles." I am Evan Morgan, it is a pleasure to be in your presence this evening for a game of cards, take it easy on me... I am just learning." Pulling up a stool, he sat down and made idle chit-chat with them as the party filled. (Wright Into the room the woman would walk as silently as humanly possible since heels were being worn after all, and one couldn't ignore the sound against the floor for very long. A long look being given to those already gathered chatting away it seemed, normally one not so reserved Clarissa held back for the time being. This was an experience that needed to be given proper respect, such was being done until eyes feel upon one of the back corners that had what seemed to be every type of sexual toy known to man. The woman might have thought that because she hadn't seen any action within the last year but that most likely was going to change this very night. Her thoughts began to get the best of Clarissa causing her to hold back at the door, waiting for more to arrive for the moment while trying to clear her head, this was a game after all, a game she wanted to win more than anything else that could possibly happen this night. "Welcome to my casino, Evan!" George answered as he shook the man's hand. He suppressed a smirk at the man's suggestion. It would most likely be a bluff anyhow, and if not, it would make for easy money. The clicking sounds of Clarissa's heels as the walked towards the back room was muffled as she entered the room by the thick red tapestry that covered the private room's floor. "Welcome, miss!" George said, as his focus moved away from the businessman to smile at the second lady to arrive, the Cuban cigar sticking from the corner of his lips. He offered her a hand as he added: "I'll be your host for tonight. Can I help you to a drink?" (limousine stopped in front of a casino Melanie recognized. She'd never been in this particular casino. The driver got out and after a moment opened her door and offered her a hand out. She stood and smoothed her hands over the skirt of her dress making sure everything was as it should be." You're going to need this, Miss. Richard sends his regards and wishes you luck." The driver held a briefcase out to her. Melanie took the briefcase in hand and for one, fleeting moment considered taking the case of money and disappearing. That was cowardly act though, and she had more confidence in her ability to win than that. The driver reached past Melanie and picked the invitation up off the seat and handed it to her as well. With money and invite in hand she walked confidently into the casino and was quickly greeted by security and women she recognized as waitresses. While there weren't the same uniform at each casino it was pretty easy to recognize. She did her best not to fidget in the smaller lobby she was lead to while the security guard, a rather handsome gentleman that the shoulder fairy had been rather kind to, counted the money. Once he was satisfied she was allowed to join the others. Melanie entered the room with a smile and took in the others. Mr. Meson she recognized from the rumors about him. What she'd heard about his appearance was true, he was huge-much taller than she and very broad shouldered. She gave him a slight nod and paused so she stood with the gathering group of people and not in the center of them." Hello" She smiled. "I'm Melanie Ambrose, most people just call me Mel." (Schwarz Damien stood up and stretched a little bit. Checking the ticking clock hanging on a nearby wall, he found that he still had some time before he had to leave. He figured it would be best to freshen up himself a bit. He left the envelope on a table nearby, and decided to take a quick shower, one might never know in what kind of situation Damien might find himself in tonight, so it was best if he was at fresh at the occasion. Nearby were a new set of clothes, along with neatly polished black shoes. After about twenty minutes he stepped out of the shower, dried himself off, and did his hair and the likes before changing in his clothes for the evening. He did ponder for a bit why he accepted the invitation in the first place, but hey, he had cash to spend anyway, and who knows, it might be a really nice bonus to his income if he did win it. If he lost, well, then it would be the end of the story and Damien would have to look for another contract. Statistically his chance to win was One to how many players there were anyway. Tying up his shoes and fixing his hair for the last time, agreeing on his look he took a briefcase, which contained all the money, cash. He stepped outside his department, and took a five-minute walk to a parking lot nearby, where a Lamborghini Mucilage was parked, in beautiful black color, a gift from a client, whose name Damien was not allowed to usher lest he wanted to end up dead. Sitting in the car he turned the key, and fired up the engine. It was only a ten-minute drive, but he might as well go in style. He arrived at the Casino, and parked his car in the parking lot of the Casino, figuring out it would be safe there. Walking out and arriving at the entrance he handed the Doorkeeper the invitation, making sure he wasn't noted. A young lady approached him. ''Mr. Schwarz? Welcome! You may follow me!'' A security guard nodded and silently followed Damien who was following the Waitress. He felt like a VIP because f it. After arriving at the separate lobby Damien opened the Briefcase, which had all the money in bills. The Guard counted the stacks, and after about fifteen minutes he nodded. The doors were opened, and Damien did a split second scan of the people inside the room as he walked inside, already finding people chattering and the likes. Gina Harrington(arrived in the car of her latest ‘friend’ who had insisted he would take and bring her back from the game. It mattered little to her, though she gave him one of her best smiles. Stupid idiot she thought to herself, her smile had the reaction she knew it would, and she even blew a kiss at him as she entered the building. She disliked casinos for the most obvious reasons - the odds were stacked in their favor - never certainly in hers, she avoided them with great pleasure, and it was the only bit of her habit she really had control over, besides she could not ply her arts much in them either. As she walked into the place the crowds were mingling looking eager to lose their money she laughed to herself. “Bloody fools when will they EV…” Her words trailed off as she approached a doorman and gave in her invite. Her money accounted for, she followed a waitress into a quiet and more secluded area and took the wine glass she was offered before introducing herself to whom she assumed was the owner, who stood slightly apart from the others looking confident and alert, she raised her small hand to greet his as he walked towards her.“Hello, I’m Gina, Gina Harrington.” Gina looked around briefly at the other people in the room, but turned her attention back to the owner. Claire's CEO handed her the bag containing $250,000 in the casino lobby. "Go get 'em, Tiger." She handed the bag into Security - amazed at how little space 2,500 hundred dollar bills takes up - and was led into the high roller suite. In her mid-thirties, Claire had bottle blonde hair; brown eyes; and pretty, symmetrical features. She was wearing a figure-hugging long black dress, slit a few inches above her right knee, scrappy heels, and a serious expression. A professional saleswoman, if she was nervous about entering a room full of strangers, she didn't show it: just sat down in one of the chairs and introduced herself. "Hi, everybody, I'm Claire." Her accent was east coast, educated.(George smiled as he saw contestant after contestant enter the room. This looked to be an interesting night, with the quota of women, each apparently with their own charm, being higher than usual for this kind of nights." Welcome, welcome!" the colored man bid, placing his cigar in the ashtray for now. He stood upright, reaching his full height of 6' 3" as he greeted each person individually. "I am George, your host for the night. Please have a seat and make yourself comfortable." With the minibar within reach, he asked those that didn't seem provided for yet: "Can I get you something to drink?" Table positions When the digital clock above the entrance door showed 20 00, a simple, monotone buzzer sounded for two seconds. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, this will be our group for the evening!" the casino owner informed them cheerfully, as he did a quick headcount. He walked over to the entrance, and closed both of the large, black doors. "Could all of you be so kind to come to the table," George asked politely, as he lifted one of the chairs in the sofa corner with ease, to drag it over to the poker table that was one chair short, "and flip one of the cards that is spread out on it, so we can determine order of play. I want to ask one of our charming ladies to flip one card for me as well." When offered a drink, Mel politely refused on the grounds she was too young yet to legally drink. "But a coke would be splendid." She waited patiently to be handed her drink. Mel, being young, precocious and eager to get the game going walked into the room. She nodded to George as she passed him. The skirt of her dress made a nice swish noise and flirted around her shapely legs. She surveyed the room and took the third seat to the right of the chair directly in front of the doors. She took a moment to be sure her dress was in order before flipping cards. Furthermore, she peered at the cards on the table and flipped the sixth card from the left and the ninth card from the left." The first for you, sir and the second for me." She gave George her most charming smile. "And my thanks for hosting tonight's event." She sat in her chair, back straight and ankles crossed, the perfect picture of a young woman with proper breeding and training. Her mother would be proud of how she sat and dismayed at what her daughter had gotten herself into. If her mother were still alive. Her smile changed for just a moment to one of amusement at those private thoughts and then back to the polite, professional smile typical of her work day. Gina looked around the large room, but her curiosity was getting the better of her, and she tried to get a sneaky look into the creates and items he had placed in the corner of the room. She gulped the remainder of her wine down, this was indeed going to be a very eventful night. Gina did as the host George asked and found a seat at the card table, she sat directly opposite a young woman who had already chosen her cards. Gina moved her hand towards the middle of the table selecting the 11th card from the left,11 being her all-time favorite lucky number. She introduced herself.“Hello I’m Gina, pleased to meet you.” She reached over and stretched out her hand to the young woman whose name she did not know yet. Mel flipped the Jack of Spades for George and the Ten of Spades for herself. Gina flipped the Six of Spades." Before you get comfortable," George informed the ladies that decided to sit down, as he placed the chair he was holding at the poker table, adjusting the position of the other seats, "remember that the cards decide the order of play, and thus everyone's locations at the table. I will be seated at my own chair," the large man nodded at the chair furthest from the door, which was only slightly different from the others, and was adjacent to two small cabinets, "and the cards will determine your position in comparison to mine and who will deal the first round. Since your card is one lower than mine, you seem to have taken the correct chair, miss Ambrose." He returned to the minibar, taking his glass of sprite in hand, as he waited for all contestants to flip their cards. Quote from: MRSA on 21-01-2011, 02:07:42“Hello I’m Gina, pleased to meet you.” She reached over and stretched out her hand to the young woman whose name she did not know yet. Her cheeks blushed slightly pink at what could have been a faux pas. She nodded her thanks to George however for the explanation. Mel leaned forward a bit to reach far enough to shake hands with the other woman. "Melanie, or Mel if you prefer." She smiled. "Pleased to meet you as well, Gina." As she sat back up she smoothed her hands over the skirt of her dress once more and then simply folded them on the table in front of her. Her posture and body language communicated a calm that she was not quite feeling. She did notice the room was comfortably warm and that added to her ability to relax. "May the best bluff win." She waited for the others to come into the room and flip their cards. While she waited she took a moment to notice each of the other people. She was certainly the youngest in the room but was a fairly common occurrence for her. She had feared she'd see a gambler she knew but was glad when she didn't. The men were all decently handsome at least and the women, well, she felt a bit plain in their company. Carmen, who had accepted a dry martini at George's offer when she arrived, had spent the last fifteen minutes mostly nodding and smiling at the others. She hadn't introduced herself to others than the host in a formal way yet, simply participated in idle small talk and studied her opponents in a discreet way. She watched as some flipped cards and made her way to the table, moving smoothly and her hips swaying in a flowing motion. Walking on ridiculous heels seven days a week and having to remain elegant and in charge while doing so gave a girl some skills. She brushed down an invisible crease on her dress as she stopped and let her eyes wander over the cards, lined up and ready to determine one of the few parts of this night that may be decided beforehand. After a second of deliberation, she took a small sip of her drink, tilted her head and then flipped the card furthest to the right. Evan thanked the man for the offer but did not take a second drink since he still had some left from his first one. Moving to the table when the game was getting started an after greeting the participants with a slight smile and a handshake, he remained standing since the seating arrangements where yet to be determined. Reaching for the 7th card he flipped it over, looking down to see what it was... Carmen flipped the Eight of Spades. Evan flipped the Seven of Spades. George sipped his sprite and watched as the people drew their cards, calculating their positions in his head. Evan's card placed him between Carmen and Gina. Mel and Carmen were likely going to be adjacent to each other, but there was a chance that either Claire, Clarissa or Damien drew the Nine of Spades. A likely scenario would place the three remaining contestants to his right, with whomever would draw the king or queen as the first dealer, or himself if none of them drew either card. Damien took up on the offer of the Casino owner and got a light drink for himself, Bacardi Razz mixed with some orange. He continued to observe the other players, occasionally making small chit-chat with the others, but not telling too much of himself, obviously. When the time came that every player had to draw a card from the table, he awaited a bit until others players had drawn a card for themselves. When he decides that it might as well be time to draw a card he decided to flip over the card that was the furthest left. Damien flipped the Three of Spades. “Indeed” Gina smiled at Melanie. She looks confident Gina thought. She excused herself and went to the ladies room. On her way back through she looked at a few of the others that were gathered in the room and around the table, nodding and saying hello. She did not know any of them which was good for her; the odds were more in her favor that way. Hmm… another glass of wine wouldn’t go down too badly, she was looking forward to the game now as it was nearly upon them. She looked towards the bar and her host. What dirty plans have you got up your sleeve tonight Mr Meson. She nearly giggled like a school girl at the thought; still she had some dares up her own. Claire had been hanging back, not really engaging in the pre-game banter. Now it was time for her to pick a card. She tapped the card furthest right. The two cards most to the right had already been flipped by Gina and Carmen. The rightmost unclipped card, being the 10th card from the left, yielded Claire the King of Spades, designating her as the dealer to the first round. She was likely to be seated between Damien and George, unless Clarissa managed to flip either the Queen or the Two of Spades. The sound of an old-fashioned ringing phone echoed through the room, causing George's eyes to widen slightly, as he moved over to a security phone, that hung from the wall directly adjacent to the door, the acoustic bell artificially created. After he mentioned being present, the casino owner listened for a short while, and then turned around, looking at Clarissa. "It's for you, Miss." he informed her, his tone slightly worried. "It seems to be urgent." After Clarissa got on the phone and listened to what the person on the other side had to say, she had a brief discussion in whisper with George, which ended in him opening the door for her, and her slipping out. After he had locked the door again behind her, he walked up to the rest of the group, explaining with a downcast face: "It seems Miss Wright has an emergency situation to attend to, the details of which she does not wish to share, so unfortunately, she will not be joining us tonight." The first game"Since everyone has drawn a card, let's get down to business, shall we?" George stated, as he lifted the extra chair and moved it back to the position near the sofa table. "Miss Claire drew the highest card, so she will start out as the dealer. Since I drew the second-highest card, she will sit directly right of me. Damien, who drew the lowest card, will sit right of Claire at the far end of the table." He adjusted the chair's position slightly, was satisfied, and then walked back. "Mel is already sitting in the appropriate char, and Miss Carmen will sit to her left, across the table from Damien. I'm afraid you'll have to scoot a seat to the left, Miss Gina, as the seat you're currently occupying will be Evan's seat. After the casino owner walked around the table, offering to hold the chair for those ladies who were not yet seated, as he passed behind Carmen and Mel, he sat down in his own chair as he made himself comfortable. He opened a drawer of one of the cabinets and retrieved a suit of brand-new cards. He quickly removed the seal and cover, and gave the cards a brief shuffle, before placing the stack on the table in front of Claire. Opening another drawer, it showed a lot of chips, of which he swiftly counted seven stacks of 10 white chips, handing one stack out to each player, along with two blue chips per player." The game's afoot!" George exclaimed, his eyes glittering with interest, as he moved one chip forward as the small blind. Claire took her seat. She shuffled the deck a few more times - no tricks or flourishes, but it was obvious she was quite comfortable with a deck. "Okay, let's get started." She started flipping cards around the table. Carmen took a seat and smiled briefly to the people on either side of her. When the cards were dealt she looked at them for a moment, only raising one end up enough to see the markings and then putting them down again. She looked around, smiled and nodded at their host. With little hesitation she moved two chips forward to match the big blind and indicated to the next person she was done. Taking his proper seat he nodded and wished everyone good luck, matching the bet on the table. (adding two chips)"You guys are going to make it expensive to see the cards?" He chuckled, waiting for the round to be over to see the flop." What do you guys do?" Evan asked the table, trying to draw a discussion into the game. Having taken her proper seat at the table, she smiled at the others, turning the chips around in her fingers.“ I’m a buyer.” She laughed and tossed her two chips forward, “I’ll buy anything, clothes, shoes, cars… I'm Gina by the way....” she let the rest trail, sipping her drink, the humor still in her voice. Damien did not reply to Evan's question just yet, he decided it would be best to wait a round before really actively say anything. He took a small sip of his Bacardi mix and took a quick peek at his card, he figured that he had nothing to lose in the first round, so he slid forward his two chips. With only one chip to stay in the race, George didn't hesitate and placed another chip on the first one, followed by a hand gesture towards Mel. She was still allowed to raise the bets before the flop arrived." I'm in the casino business." George answered Evan with a small smirk on his face. "And doing well at that." Mel smirked a bit at George's obvious answer to question Evan posed. She wasn't sure if the large man was trying to be a smart ass, but it kind of came out that way to her with that little smirk on his face. She considered her cards thoughtfully for a moment. They weren't bad cards, and it was just the first round. She'd not had nearly enough time to read the other players." Call." She glanced over to Claire quickly and then to Evan. "And I'm a full-time student. Still making up my mind what I want to dedicate the next forty years of my life to." "Good luck, everybody." Claire laid out the next three cards.7 of Clubs Ace of Clubs10 of Clubs "Lots of Clubs!" George noticed, as he calculated his chances of winning the round. A quick horizontal stroke of his fingers indicated that he wasn't going to do anything, passing the turn to Mel. Mel tipped up the corner of her cards again to look at them. She rolled a chip across her knuckles a few times before setting it on the felt and pushing it forward. She nodded to Carmen to indicate she was done. She thought maybe she could get an idea for how many of them were risk-takers and who was going to play it safe. Carmen smiled at the young girl and nodded to Evan on her other side as she pushed a single chip forward to stay in the game." I'm in the club business," she replied to his question earlier, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "And yourself?" "Someone must have a flush." Evan commented towards the owner before winked at Mel with a grin before turning his attention to Carmen as he slid his chip to call, staying in the game, his cards ignored and not even looked at." I make expensive cars for middle-aged old men who lack the swagger to pull a sweet looking thing by themselves." He chuckled, trying to keep the conversation flowing for those who partook. Gina smiled at Even, and looked at the others from under her long dark lashes, a slight glance at her cards. " Raise." She pushed two chips forward. She didn't mind the small talk, some players she knew hated it, but she kind of liked it. Damien didn't have to take long to decide what he was going to do. He'd rather be second in the standing then already have a disadvantageous position in the beginning of the game. He took a small sip of his drink and slid his two cards forward. George followed suit and pushed his cards back towards Claire. He was already considering it as Mel opened the bet, and Gina's raise only confirmed his choice. No point in wasting chips this early into the game. "Fold." Mel pushed her cards forwards. She tucked a loose strand of hair over her ear and looked over at Evan, "They weren't quite that good." She winked at him with a little smirk. Carmen looked at Gina, tilted her head and evaluated her chances. "I fold," she said in a moment and pushed her cards towards the middle of the table without as much as a glance at them. Evan tossed a chip in when the bet was raised." Call." He eyed Gina with a fearless look, unlike those who looked at their cards he was just going to see if lady luck was in his bed that night. Claire turned over the next card. It was the ten of diamonds.7 of Clubs Ace of Clubs10 of Clubs10 of Diamonds Gina, looked pointedly at Evan, he’d got balls she’d give him that, but his steely poker face challenged her, her face remained pleasant though with its usual smile set in place.“Ok…Hamm, I’ll raise.” She dropped two chips, looking at him again, studying him, plus one extra chip. "You're trying to take advantage of a blind man?" Evan smirked, calling the bet and dropping the chips to move on to the next round of betting and card." By the way, you have a gorgeous smile." He shot her a wink as she looked him over. "Last card. Ooh!" Claire turned over the Ace of Hearts.7 of Clubs Ace of Clubs10 of Clubs10 of Diamonds Ace of Hearts Evan glanced down, looking at the number of chips he had left and tossed in one."unlucky number, much better." He waited for Gina, now that it was up to just them. His hand finally moving over to the corners of his cards to reveal what he had when the time was right. Carmen chuckled and watched the game with interest, the remaining duel made that much more interesting by Evan's reckless blind-playing." Good luck," she said to him and tilted her head to wink at Gina. " Call." Gina looked at him, smiling. "Flattery sir, will get you everywhere." She winked back at him. "Let's hope it won me the game then"Evan let out a sly grin before reaching for the cards to reveal what he had. The 3 of Spades and Queen of Hearts was flipped. Looking down at his cards he did not let his disjoint flash through. Looks like I have two pairs, he chuckled. George glanced at Evan's cards, finding nothing to match the cards already on the table. His eyes turned to Gina, who revealed the Seven of Hearts and the Six of Clubs. "Ouch!" the casino owner said, as he looked at her cards regretfully. "Before the river, you had a winning hand, but there's no such thing as three pairs. With the both of you having a pair of Aces and a pair of Tens, it's Evan's Queen that decides this game. Congratulations, sir!" The second gamete pushed his chips in the man's direction, and collected all the cards on the table. Taking his time to shuffle them, playing tricks by letting rows of cards fly from one hand to the other, he gave the other players a moment to chat. "The small blind goes to Mel, and the big blind goes to Carmen." Placing the deck of cards to his left, in Mel's direction, he asked her: "A cut for good luck, my dear?" Apparently, Mel thought, the casino owner had not been a bored, rich businessman who bought a casino. At some point in his life she surmised he was a dealer. Intriguing. She gave the man a smile and placed her hand over the deck. She picked up roughly half the deck and placed it on the table next to the other." Good luck." Her smile quirked up to one side. Knowing the small blind was hers she went ahead and slid one chip towards the center of the table. She sat back and waited. "Thank you, darling." the Casino told Mel sincerely, as he placed the second half on top of the first, and took the new formed deck in hand. Quickly, his fingers flew over the deck of cards, causing the cards to fly over the table, and land, face down of course, right in front of the contestants, until everyone save for himself had received two cards." Just out of curiosity, Evan." the owner asked the man who was first to bid, while his hands placed the deck back on the table. "Do you drive one of the cars you sell?" After that first game, Evan walked to the bar to fix himself a quick drink before returning to his seat. His cards remained face down and untouched, pushing three chips to start the first rounds of bets before answering the host." I do now, but for the first few years after I got into business I could not even afford my own cars." Evan chuckled lightly as he reminisced on past times." I was born and raised a ford truck man, I still have my first old beat truck back at my shop as a daily driver." Gina kept her smile, even thought she was steaming, her reactions were minimal as people responded to her loss. She congratulated him silently as she watched him walk back to the table, she hoped to get her own back later.“I fold”, she said. Damien did not say much, it was a shame he did not continue the previous hand after the flop...pity... He took a rather quick glance at his cards, but slid them forward carefully, he wanted to wait for just another round, and these cards were no good to him. Claire tossed in three chips. "Call." Melanie looked at her cards again. She tossed in two chips. "Call." Might as well see the flop. She thought. Carmen pondered her cards for a second, looking at the back of them, and then moved in enough chips to call. "Time for the flop." George announced, as he took the top card from the deck and placed it with the cards that Gina and Damien discarded. His fingers swept over the deck three more times, each time lifting one card off and placing it face up in the middle of the table. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, the Jack of Clubs, the Seven of Hearts and the Two of Spades!" Jack of Clubs Seven of Hearts Two of Spades Claire - 17 chipsXillen - 18 chips (dealer)Melanie - 14 chips (active)Carmen - 14 chips Evan - 35 chips Gina - 12 chips (folded)Damien - 18 chips (folded)Pot - 12 chips "Check"Evan called out, once more ignoring his hand and based the call on the river itself. Mel wrinkled her nose and pushed her cards, face down, towards the center and to her right where George sat. "Fold." She said simply. Claire pushed her cards away. "Fold." "Well," Carmen grinned and looked at Evan next to her. "Even if it didn't pay off for the last girl who did this, it's just you and me now." She winked and announced a cheeky "check." A slight smile crossed Evan's features as he nodded his head." Good luck." He said as he waited for the dealer to begin the next round.

High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]|rating:3.0

Art of Rebellion (Quinz128 x Alum)

"High General!" A voice came from outside the tent set up in the field, nearer to the battles that were sure to come. The one that was being called out was pouring over the terrain map strewn over a table that was set up in the large tent that was considered, both, the tent of the commander and the strategy-planning area, able to accommodate several of the high-ranking officials within the military. The High General was the most prestigious ranking one could garner within the military while at war. The one that was the left hand of the queen, that was there to dirty itself in war and to give the orders to the troops in the field. The current High General was an old veteran, one of the very few to remember the previous war to secure the borders against a long-time rival, who they had decided to remove as a threat once more. And one of the even smaller number without enough injuries to keep out of the actual battlefield. Her name was Toni Mariana, the most decorated warrior and tactician that the Iran army had ever seen within recorded history. Suffering numerous injuries through her time, she was still able to fight. Despite several losses in the field she always kept casualties to a minimum since she has become the High General, but lately the losses had become too numerous and the tactics she employed, that seemed to be near-flawless were easily countered by the enemy. It didn't help that they were fighting a mixed-bag of a war. The Queen demanded they push deeper to the rival country of Derrick, but there were pockets of rebels that were causing trouble within Priya itself. As if, right when the army mobilized, they had to pull back to quell a new uprising. It was causing her a headache, and it didn't help the push was going slow. Sure it advanced, but the further they went, the more of her army she had to keep back for defense of new territory." You may enter." She said, finally pushing her arms up, bringing hands away from the battle-table as she let her arms swing back and forth, turning to the entrance of the tent. Entered a messenger, she knew of him, because he was a quick horseback rider that went between her main battalion and the one of another pushing force. "I am here to inform you that Sir Garden Drop has managed to capture another town. They had no reason to put down an uprising. Many of the people appear peaceful and willing to sacrifice any of Tainted without incident, just wishing to keep themselves unmolested." The messenger was a small man, human, that was dressed in just a set of chain mail with a coif to keep himself protected as he rode. He had on a loose tunic that was unmarked with the crest of the royal family, since they believed that messengers were best set to be not seen as combatants, so they had deniability. Alternatively, Toni was not human. She has marked as a routine called 'rat folk' amongst the common folk. Her body was rather thin, almost wiry for one who possessed such strength. In admittance, most people were surprised one such as herself had come up to be such a well respected, even feared, military person. Most of the Routine were taken in as slaves for the fields, treated terribly and often being refused any care. Most died before their thirties. Toni, however, was near her mid-courses, now, and it seemed that she aged well, if not her kind was prone to do so on their own. Such a rare time was it that a routine came to such an age, most never considered it. Her ears were rather large, compared to others of her kind, pointed triangles that leaned back a majority of the time. It was unusual for one to be seen like suck, most having long, perked up ears, but her life on the battlefield allowed her to know such a positioning helped her keep the injuries low, but also allowing her a full range of hearing. There was a large knick at the middle of her right ear, as if to mark when she realized this. Her face was rather long, though not as pointed as others of her kind. She seemed rather dog-like with how her muzzle was, curved at specific points with her green-colored nose pointed just a bit over her mouth. The fur that she had covering her entire body was a light gray color, nearing silver or white, though the hair that grew from her scalp was the purest white one could have ever seen. Her eyes were a pure pink, the whites only being seen when she turned to look past her sides, otherwise they easily shone within the light. Her cheeks and near her eyes were marred with old scars, gained in the heat of battle of her youth, fresh scars a rarity, if even present on her form. At least none were on her face, the only part being seen at current. Toni's state of dress showed she was ready for battle, perhaps soon mobilizing if needed. She was dressed in full armor, banded mail with firm metal plates winded into the chain to keep her safe. It was unseen, for the most part, as she wore a leather outfit over it, to give her even more protection, with a tabard beholding an Escutcheon of the royal family bared upon her chest. She wore fingerless heavy leather gloves that kept a firm pressure on her wrists. Hanging over her waist were metallic faults hidden, mostly by the flap of her tabard. She wore long brown pants that were tucked under leather gaiters over her thick leather boots." Thank you for the report." The woman said, moving a hand up to adjust the gloves along her wrists, feeling a slight bit of discomfort from them. "Inform your Lord we shall be moving towards the north-east, soon. We need to push our advantage before another issue crops up with the slave rebellions." She turned her attention to the side, checking over the map before asking the boy to "Hold on." She went to stooping over the map, once more, glaring over the terrain, before noticing something she hadn't before. Taking a hand to a piece of string she would wrap it around the tacks she set down in the location of the battles, before frowning. "Keep the message to Sir Garden, North East. Do you understand?" The man quickly nodded, allowing the High General to say, "Good! Now go!" The woman gained a smirk, moving from the table, feeling proud of herself in the realization. The people were always doing attacks in the opposite direction of where they were heading, so they had to split their attention and double-back, almost twice as far as they traveled. But if that was true, she heads south, they find themselves overwhelmed when they only need to move west to encounter them. She hated to lie to her other generals, but now seemed necessary. After all, the whole time it seemed that they knew where they were going. Perhaps the messengers were working for the enemy. She knew, lately, that the Queen's commands were unpopular, but she was in charge since the death of the King, and she demanded they remove the problems. Namely, Derrick, but also the 'discussing' races that she just didn't like. Toni didn't agree with this, but she had been working under the royals for so long, she couldn't ruin her reputation and status by refusing. The High General took a deep sigh, before saying, "Well, let us hope this works. Let us see if we can catch a spy... If not, at least a few enemy soldiers will suffice to let me know what I need..." She turned and moved to come from the tent, shouting out, "Attention men! Get yourselves ready to mobilize. We march in TEN MINUTES! No slacking!" Map of the Current World(A far off enough distance away in a grandness of canyons lay a settlement. The settlement was thrown together and held as a fortress within the canyon. Several many people mingled as their leaders hold up in the largest hut." Ambush?" said the human male." Si, an ambush," a bestial cat person said to them. He had his fur all styled out and braided." But it's a large target, and we don't have to firepower to take it all on when they realize it." the man said to his friend. The soldiers outside the hut seem concerned, and a lieutenant enters and approaches his commanders. "The men are anxious, with the arriving enemy. We need a strategy." The human called out to the two, "Green!" he nodded to the Lieutenant, "Sambas," to the bestial, "We've got the greatest strategy of all, the canyon." he stated finally. "Who's stupid enough to fight an enemy on their own ground?" he said to them. Samhas turned to Green, "Gather the surrounding villagers and move them to the center of the canyons, the remaining troops get to climbing."" Yes sirs." Green saluted and headed outside. The tides of battle were brewing and the few warriors they did have were not enough, the rest carried the black powder rifles, flintlock mostly, to ward off the enemy for a time. They lacked the numbers that VOR provided Priya with, they lacked the arms Award provided as well. This was the best position, one with many spies and many places to hide. The deserts of Priya and Derrick were also quite formidable for anyone to cross, making the oasis they held a day's ride away vital to ward away enemies. With the many springs they would survive for very long and with Zamora's secret imports of food and supplies, even longer so." Sven, this would be must unlucky if we fall here, they've driven us back with their navies and warriors, I fear this is a lost war." Sambas said to the human." My friend, we must never give up hope, we've only just begun to fight." the man inspired the bestial and off in the desert help would soon arrive, but would it be too late? For any idea of where they are, they're closer to Mason at their base, to the furthest north-east border along Mason and Derrick<>> "Keep spread out, men! Our scouts have spotted possible soldiers! We need to take this pass for easy access to Derrick! If we get the canyon we will be able to get a two-front assault! The High General said she would be heading this way herself!" The human commander shouted out to his men while atop a powerful horse. This was Sir Garden Demand, one of the Great Officers of Priya. A rugged man that had qualities that most thought was a good as a commander. He had Charisma, a loud voice for the battlefield and knowledge of tactics to protect priority soldiers, though, at points, he became unpopular for sacrificing soldiers to get higher-ranked people to escape from capture. Sir Garden was a tall man, though a bit thin for a warrior, perhaps because in a majority of time he worked on commanding people from behind-the-lines, unlike the significantly more popular, High General who got into the thick of combat with her soldiers. Currently, he was dressed in plate armor, dulled down and with a helmet with a visor up. He had a cape with the royal crest flowing behind him. At his side was a single-loader pistol with a bag of bullets and a powder horn. He was in the center of his guards, who all wore chain-mail and had halberds in-hand. The formation of soldiers was a loose rectangle, going at a moderate pace with a front line of spacemen, followed by a second and third line of musket men. The fourth line held crossbowmen with a last line of bowmen. The majority of his forces seemed to be focused on range, though the flanks were covered with shields men and maidens. They advanced slowly to the canyon, Sir Garden shouting out the men to halt. There was a long pause as he scanned around, taking out an eyeglass and bringing it up to scan the front. He hummed, missing the soldiers hidden atop the canyon, but seeing the villagers that fell back." Men! Advance! If we can fortify the canyon the High General will give great respect when she arrives! Let us get this for the queen!" The commander pointed with the eyeglass before the troops moved forwards, going to the canyon's mouth, apparently unsuspecting of the plans of their oppositions. And unaware the High General had given his troops false information of reinforcements to try and catch rebels on an opposing front out of suspicion of where they would strike. The enemy was advancing on the canyons as the rebels hid within the nooks and crannies of the forbade landscape. They hid in wait with traps and ambushes quite ready to advance. The enemy was going through the main pass when a rock slide was triggered and crushed quite a few troops and essentially cut off the outside from the inside. The enemy would have to climb over to enter now, leaving the army quite fatigued when they crossed into. A cat fired a gunshot from a safe distance a few clicks away and the whole squad that was in the canyons swarmed the men trapped inside. When the enemy were to cross over the rebels will have fled the scene leaving a bloodied mess. Gren watched from overhead with his spyglass. He knew the beasties were still quite the animals to take on such armies that marched in so orderly. It was yet another advantage they had over them. Not only that, but night vision as well, a key item in an older battle that lead to one of their few victories to date. The commander would ride the horse with purpose as they crossed the landscape, pushing deeper to the canyon until what sounded like blasts occurred, falling down on the lines, crushing the third and fourth lines, the musket men of the third and the crossbowmen of the fourth seemed to have no chance at all as most were buried to their deaths in rock and sand. The horse of the commander would whinny and buck, as if it were to knock him off from it until he managed to gain control of the steed." Son of a...." Sir Garden seethed, pulling the reigns of his horse. "The men left on this side, pull back! We're retreating!" His loud, booming voice shouted, echoing against the rock walls as his line of archers would turn, and encircle their commander with his squad of guardsmen. "We're not getting caught or killed here! The High General will be here soon enough, and we'll rescue the other men as the circumstances dictate!" Garden, immediately presented with the impassible terrain would start to retreat, already cutting the loss of nearly a third of his unit from the initial rock slide and more than another third trapped between the rebels and the rocks. His unit would turn, trying to retreat, unsure of there were more rebels waiting for them at the original mouth of the cave. On the other side of the rock slide, the spears men and line of musket men that remained alive had one of the brave souls take command, cut off from their commander. "M-Men!" A muscular cat folk Spearman in the rank and file let out, a sergeant of the line shouted out, looking back. "We're cut from Sir Garden, but we can live this! Don't let our men die in vain!" He smacked his spear to his shield turning and lifting his shield as the rebels came up, "Shield wall! Shield wall! Let the musket men fire, we can hold out if they charge us! Training! Our training!" the man shouted, as the men seemed to take up, "Tell us when you are loaded! Use us as a trench!" One of the other spears men said as they all fell into formation, most of the spears men setting their shields up to cover the musket men as they started loading the weapons with gunpowder and bullets. The tactic would easily work against a frontal assault of guns or swords. But if the soldiers came from atop or aside the cliff, they would fold more easily, and would actually fold. If the others had cannoned this formation would be decimated by a few shots as the balls would plow through a file of spears men and musket men. The ones on the outer side were fleeing as the men in the canyon were overrun by the mass of forces the bestial would easily overrun the meager forces. Smoke bombs fell out as the figures were a blur leaping from almost no where. The smoke cleared and Green looked in on the field to see a handful of men taken captive as the remaining were a dismembered mess. A few troops set traps around the entrance, tripwires, mines, and others took to the nooks and crannies of the canyon. Gren gave a grin as this was quite the fortified base of operations. Snipers lay with blankets atop them as they hid on the flat tops of the canyons. The field was set, and the game was still to be played. The enemy would approach with several more infantry and quite possibly armored units. Sorry, it's a short post<>> The forces of Commander Garden were easily torn apart, as the only ones able were the halberd walkers, but they were blinded by the smoke and taken out systematically. The Commander shouted for his men to fall back and get a tight formation, but it was no use. Most of the archers were wiped out, and all but one of his personal guard were downed in a bloody mess. The commander looked in horror from atop his horse as he loaded his pistol, but knocked off without getting the pellet in. "I surrender!" Garden would shout out, lifting his arm in defense. The battle within the canyon was more difficult, but thanks to the snipers, their line fell rather easily as well. The men, after several of the backlines fell, would try to save themselves, the one who tried to give commands shouting, "We surrender! End the bloodshed, please!" As they found that they were to be overrun with the infantry that came on towards them from the other side of the pass. They stared forwards, lowering their weapons and placing them to the ground in a show OS submission. Meanwhile, the High General was fruitful in her own task, walking left and right before a line of the five men she kept as prisoners from the counter-ambush over the plains near one of the villages to be ransacked as a distraction. "I will ask a simple question: Why are you all opposing us so harshly? And bringing some of the innocents in this?" She's keeping her weapons sheathed and her hands behind her back as she paced along the line of rebels. "I will guarantee the protection of any men that give us information, as well as their families. We are but trying to speed the country for the better and yet you all are making that highly difficult." She looked down amongst the men before her, turning straight up. "Anything any of you wish to say?"((No problem, post what you think is appropriate. And feel free to take control of the rebels in this other scenario.)) Sorry for the delay<>>A man in an outlandish attire was riding on a camel into the desert towards the canyons. The rebels let him pass, as they were waiting for this person. They came to greet him and noticed his armor, Green approached him at the canyon entrance, "We welcome you esteemed warrior." he bows slightly, but the man raises his hand to put him at ease. "Your journey has been long and hard, but we have this as our fortified base, make it your home if you like." he looked into the visor that was cut into the bone mold armor. Bone mold was a tough light armor carved from the bones of the giant desert crabs and then laminated with to sew of their egg sacs. The outlander turned and looked upon the horizon and saw the enemy on fast approach. He gave a nod and then gestured his hand for the rebels to retreat inside for now. The enemy forces will be massive after what has occurred. The rebels would be in a bind if the cannons could penetrate the canyons. The stranger was brought before the prisoners, and he looked at the commander. He gave only silence as he knelt to show his golden eyes to the man. The eyes of a Thane of Valor. Zamora was esteemed in that they possessed a great and powerful artifact, the Sword of Valor. The king or queen that possesses it may grant a split power between three loyal servants; Strength, Skill, and Will. It is unknown which one this is at the moment to any of the people, but Zamora had sent a demigod to ally with the rebels, a person of great power and capable of many deeds. The people were in awe as the commander shown fear and the thane walked off, never a word spoken.<>>Green returned to his commanders and gave the news, "The thane has arrived sirs." The cat smile, "Ah, a trump card, but even that man isn't immortal, I have seen thanes fall." he said as he squinted his eyes. Sven smiled, "I too know their limits, my father told me of their deeds and how the armies would need to fall back on them as their strength diminished, especially if they are so far from their king." Samhas gave a grin, "But the thought of a thane aiding the rebels would stir a great fear in our enemies, indeed." The men carried on debating on the thane as he sat in his tent. Battle approached in the morning.<>>There was a squad captured off a way closer to the capital, where the desert stopped, and a little green took the valleys. They were being interrogating. The men were five in all, and the High General, a bestial woman who resembled a rat was interrogating them. One of them was from Zamora and a counter squad could listen in since the rebel had a sub dermal marker inside him. She asked them why they are doing so what they are and one of the men spoke up. It was a cat that was named KE'Lee. "You what to know why!?" he said in his outlandish accent, "We are the ones being tormented, enslaved, killed. We are just protecting who we are, who our culture is." Another spoke out, it was another bestial who was more of a wolf. His voice was deep, and he was known to be much stronger and bowed up like a bear. Diego was he, "I can hardly believe someone like you is the High General, you don't even know what's happening." he said to her and gave a look. The Valor that was letting the Counter Squad listen in was a human with a strange mythic tattoo across his face, his name was Garrick Vesper. He said not a word as the others spoke. He was a higher ranking member of an anti-slavery group called The Twin Lamps. While the men went on, shouting out their distaste, Toni would slowly advance. She took up her gauntlet hand, squeezing the man's jaw as she stared at him with her pink eyes that seemed to shine in the sun, giving her an eerie appearance. Her voice became harsh as she gripped to Wolfman, "And yet, you all are harming the innocent folk who are just trying to work and go on with their lives?" With a single, strong thrust, she would attempt to push him down. "I am an honorable warrior! I work to defend the innocent and help my country! You have become nothing more than bandits! Do you not see the harm you do to the common man in your blind selfishness? You burn down crops, steal from our warriors, and you know where that comes from? The common people. They end up starving, and you don't even care!" She took a deep breath, calming herself, tilting her long ears backwards, further than she normally did. "If you are so intent on becoming nothing more than a drain on the world, perhaps it is best we execute you in a cold, emotionless nature that is contrast to your blind, fiery rage!" The woman closed her eyes, back to the prisoners as the other soldiers with her kept them in place if they tried to get up. "Are you ready? To admit your faults, or are you as unforgiving as I hoped you weren't?" The cat barraged her with a hiss, "We do not kill innocents, those who enslave their own kind are nothing more than rodents scampering in the trash." he said in his accented angry voice. The Valor knew what was coming, and he was ready to face death. He spoke to the rat, "I come from Zamora, a Lieutenant in the Moran navy." he said to her, "We were sent by our king to provide aid to the Liberation of the Land, even know our forces have our thumbs down on Xiv is VOR (the capital of VOR) and Award, keeping them as far out of this civil war as they possibly can." he then gave a smirk, "They are so quick to abandon their people and flee, and your queen has a deep hatred of bestial, what makes you think that she won't stab you in the back when this war is finished?" he remarked to her. The final words would cut deep. Even if Zamora wasn't directly involved with the war, they still had a little control over VOR, their armies are much larger than VOR could possibly imagine. Under the Tribunal Courts of Canola, Zamora wasn't allowed to directly attack another country without being provoked. The Actor know this far too well and have stepped out of the war only allowing emissaries travel to Priya on 'diplomatic intermissions'. "Death is not the only thing that affects them, you fool! Or have you never known starvation due to some self-righteous vagabond burning the crops that feed the troops and, in turn, help keep your family warm?" The pink eyes stared harshly at the back talking cat. "I would have been true to my word. I am honorable, one who has been known as such, but it seems you don't care about anyone but yourself." It was disappointing to Toni, and her tone matched that disappointment. She was hoping the group would have been helpful, cared about family enough, freedom enough, to let her get to the core of the issues, but it appeared it would not happen. When the human spoke, her ears perked up, briefly, before pushing back down in the usual stance she had grown accustomed to. She moved, slowly, her armor shifting and causing a bit of noise as she approached. Her eyes looked down to the man and gave a frown. "I am sorry to hear that, sir. As you are aware of our military code, people from other countries coming to aid terrorists have to be kept as a spy until negotiated by your homeland." When he managed to speak of why he was sent and their influence she shook her head. "Sir, as for the idea of my queen and her laws, I will just have to hope she sees reason. I am against the war on the 'Tainted' she commands, though I do believe our expanse is Jessica." The High General would move her hands behind her back, keeping her head down, as she contemplated what to do with these people. She turned, slowly, to one of the NCO's, a Sergeant, and said, "Take all but the Valor to holding. As a respect we will discuss things in my command quarters with the Manon's." With no hesitation and ignoring any pleas from the people that refused to work with her, the soldiers would move to take the prisoners away to the holding. Within the hour, Toni would be seated at a small dinner table within one of the houses of the peasants lived and was currently using as a garrison while they were stationed in the town The Manon's, a pair of humans that Toni, personally, knew thanks to having given some bad news about one of their four children having lost his life. It was a bad time, but she had tried to console them and it became a friendship. Whenever she was here to garrison they offered their hospitality. She was there, sitting with the other man, the Valor across from her, guarded with two low-rank soldiers on either side of him. She was trying to keep friendly, even the Manon's had gotten them some milk to enjoy as it was the best they could have, though Toni opted for plain water. "So." She said, after having taken a drink, "What benefit does Zamora have in this? Off the record, of course. I know the protocol, but you are one that doesn't seem to have as much to gain in this little spat." Upon several miles away in the capital of Zamora, the child king sat at a table listening to generals his father used squabble like birds over a berry. He sent his cousin Bella to deal with the oncoming wars with Priya and Derrick and knowing his cousin, he knew the boy would handle things well, after all he was a thane. General Sumac turned to the king and spoke, "Sir Under, why would you send troops to aid the rebellion of Priya?" he asked the king. King Under Axis Valor stood and spoke, "The same reason I'm going there." he said to the man and then stepped down from the throne to head out. The boy met with the grandmaster of the secret order of Blades, the loyal people who protect the Valor king, and they gathered six others out of the near hundred and proceeded to the ship. Peter Valor, Under's older bother, was left in charge as he was Stewart to his king.<>>They were taken off, except for Lt. Vesper. He sat guarded as the rat approached him, "Zamora gains nothing that would interest Priya, we are merely here to watch and search." he said giving a vague description, "We are not directly at war, our motives are different, but we choose a side to aid that would help us much further in the cause." he was speaking just to throw her off or was he telling the truth? "The only agents over in Priya are Blades," he said to her, "a few low ranking guards won't do, but I'm a diplomat first." The Routine would give a light sigh, her thin fingers wrapped around the cup of water she was drinking, looking over the man. "Well, regardless we have to go through with our protocol, you know. But do not try to run away, I am sure your King will be able to negotiate your release. My queen is more forgiving of human soldiers, so within the month you will be sent back to your country, I am sure." She shook her head with a slow frown. Her eyes lowered to look at the water before taking a sip from it. "In any case, Lieutenant. Even if your gain is not of interest to the country as a whole, it is of interest to me. I have to work for my men and insure I know as much as I can. That way I do not make errors in tactics and end up having to send more messengers to inform the useless deaths of my men." Those pink eyes would raise up to look over the man, "I need to know, for the sake of this battle. If I can slow an advance to insure there is less bloodshed, I will not hesitate to inform the queen. I understand about all these politics, but I need to do what I can to, you know, show compassion and honor in the field. Now, then, sir. Will you assist me in learning more of what to expect or just going to keep me blind and risk unintentional slaughter?" He gave the woman a look, "My king doesn't intend to negotiate my release." he said to her, "I was just a messenger, and none of the queen's emissaries are to ever know about what we seek, if she catches wind, she'll grow..." he paused, "ambitious." he gave a frown and made sure she knew what he meant. "Have you noticed her grow more mad by the days? Her hatred grows much deeper than it has in many years." he stood up, "I suggest you read the Guainía Texts over again, you'll find what he is looking for in there." he turned to the guards, "Take me to a cell." and they went without hesitation to take him to a prison cell. Nutainia Texts were the Bible of the world, they told of the great demon wars, the six weapons of power being spread out and scattered, the three heroes hiding them forever. The texts go over how over time the evil weapons were meant to be placed in the Great Marsh, but the heroes never made it into the marsh in their weakened conditions. They carved out deep and ancient temples beneath the world to hide all six weapons. The newer scriptures tell of how the Valor had found the Sword of Valor, a holy relic of incredible power. Plan Valor rose a castle from the once desert land of Zamora and rode the castle across the sea to Priya in order to save his family from persecution. He left and landed his castle on the coast of the new country as they began to settle and live a new life. More people came to be under his benevolent rule and the Kingdom of Zamora was formed. There are still five weapons to be found: The Staff of Wisdom, The Hammer of Strength, The Blade of Fear, The Mace of Hate, and The Scythe of Death. The three in the ladder are the weapons of evil that if left in untainted land would corrupt all around them. Toni slowly nodded before curling her hands around the bottom of the cup. "That is unfortunately, Lieutenant... We have the agreed treatments of foreign combatants and spies. I will see what I can do for a pardon, as I do not gain pleasure in watching men wasting away in a cell for the rest of their days." With his comments at her becoming more mad, the routine would close her eyes, nodding slowly, "I am a servant of the queen and loyal to this country. It is not my duty to question her plans, though I will admit to missing the gentle hand of the late king." Her pink eyes opened, staring with a soft gaze to the man, a gaze usually not marked with such a hardened warrior as most stories of the High General told. With her hand she lifted, informing the others to bring him to the cell as his request. Despite the successful counter, she had gotten no real information. This was turning out poorly. While the High General was settled in the small town, the Commander would be shouting out, "I demand my rightful treatment! I am a respected officer and according to the Code of War I should be given preferential treatment as a prisoner! Not treated as the common rabble!" This shouting was as annoying to the other captured soldiers of varying species as it was to the keepers, no doubt. "And that! That is the Thane! Is it not? Surely you can speak as a fellow nobleman and warrior!" He shouted out, trying to get the attention of the man whom he passively was aware of through stories and rumors, though never actively met. Back in the canyon, the Commander was getting to annoy the rebel forces and the Thane passed him each time he had to walk to the leader's tent and back to his own. The man was beginning to annoy the thane as well, but as Bella was still a child like his king, it would only be a matter of time that his human side take control, and he lashes out in anger. Bella is half Ukrainian and half human, giving him the best of both worlds, he is stronger and faster than most and his abilities as a Thane only enhanced on that. Then the commander shouted out to him as he passed by, Bella gave him a look through his bone mold helmet, and he pulled his cape to the side as he walked to the commander. Guess he lost his will to hold back, "Don't be so coy, my father wore shackles for ten years before he died in his final battle against the Actor, show your pride and stick with your men." he said to the man in his higher pitched voice, it was now obvious he was a youth. He stood from the man and then turned back to the others who watched knowing a conflict had grown between them and knowing Thanes, they do enjoy a good duel. "Coy? I'm not being coy, my Lord! But we have laws, now! Rules and I would figure a man as yourself would understand that!" The Commander said, grasping at the bars that kept him in the cell before one of his soldiers came, frowning, "My Lord, I am sorry to inform you of this, but we were captured by terrorists. They are not ruled by a national committee, they can choose what they wish with us..." The commander turned, glaring frustratingly at the soldier before taking a deep breath, shaking his hands out in the air before starting to pace. "This should not have happened! I have never been captured... NEVER!" He's shouting with frustration. The other soldiers were not gaining a positive morale from the way his commander seemed to be freaking out, just in simple clothes now, having had his armor and weapons removed. There were some small conversations in the back seeming to think this was going over. Eventually, though, one of the other soldiers, a cat folk, one of the spears men that had been tossed to the cell spoke of. "My Lord, Thane. I would like to speak to the Leader of the Rebellion. To offer my services. I have a realization that my position in this military is not favorable for me nor my family." Bella looked off, "I might be using the wrong word." he kinda seemed spaced out for a moment and then turned back, "Nevertheless, you are setting a bad example for your own men, and lowering their morale, if you wish to win this war, your people may need to follow the Valor style of life more closely." he commented on the commander and his men. He was almost turning off and away before seeing the cat speak up, "I wasn't aware that their armies integrated so readily, what is it you'd like to tell my current leader?" he asked the bestial and kneeled to him to hear closer.<>>The child king was on his way. His flagships, Truth and Regret, were leading towards the country of Priya. Under Valor was on neither ship, instead he was on a fast small boat called Gallup, after one of his great ancestors, that came up behind the two flagships. Personally he could have just came in the small ship, but the boy wasn't keen on being so secretive all the time, he had his mother's fire and his father's spit. "Of my defection..." The Batman had said, causing the Commander to growl out, "You vile cretin! You would dare betray your queen and country so readily?" In response the Spearman would turn, "You willingly abandon your men and demand greater treatment! You are not fit to command, and the queen will eventually be the death of us all! You may be human and could be safe, but I know once the Liza and the Greens are taken out we will be next! I had faith in the ability of our military to identify her madness sooner or later, but now I see the willful blindness!" He took a deep breath before looking down, then to Bella, "And I can offer the knowledge I have as a platoon commander and the instructions our armies had for the next few weeks as a sign of good faith..."" Are you sure it is wise to come to this territory, personally, sir? What with all the internal conflict?" Asked one of the ship's deckhands, trying to keep himself a distance from the royal, but concern had dictated he at least ask. "Their military is highly trained, even pushing into Award despite the rebellion. Even if they favor a more direct approach, their artillery should not be undermined either... I mean, is this an assault or diplomatic mission? My commanders were rather hush, hush." Bella nodded and opened the gate to grab the cat, "Then let's go." he nodded and undid his bindings. He leads him off to the rebel leader of the canyon, Sambas Shaman. Belca left the cat with Sambas. "Greetings brother." he said in his native accent, "So, I've sensed you have come to us with knowledge and life." he placed his hands together in a praying manner.<>>Under spoke to his deckhand, "Of course it isn't, but you know me enough to know it doesn't matter." he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword that hung from his belt. "All we need to do is make an appearance and everything will fall in our hands." he gave a smirk of confidence, he's never known defeat in a war, battles to be lost, but the war would always be his, even if it wasn't his war. The deckhand frowned before saying, "I am not meant to be disrespectful, my lord. But there has someone with a similar reputation as you with the commander of the Iran military. I worry this may end up becoming more bloody than it is worth between our nations." He's putting a hand behind his own head and rubbing at his shaggy hair. A low sigh came from the man beside him, staring out to the sea they crossed, getting closer to the land with each passing moment, "I am concerned going into this conflict may end up with many widow and widowers. It's... just sitting with me wrong." Under looked to the deckhand, "I'm sure things would get bloody, but after the war with the Actor, we hold more intimidation over the enemies than you think." he said to the man as their ships approached the other kingdom. "Valor Kingdom is here to help those deserving our help, and slaves opposing their masters are a well off idea for me, besides, I need a closer look at the situation." When given the response, the deckhand slowly nodded, giving a bow of respect, "Of course... I will do what I can for the country and well-being of those we can... I am just... ever the worry wart, I suppose." He frowned, turning his attention back over to the land as they came closer. He hummed, tilting his head to the side, "Do you think we could crush heir morale beforehand, then? To make it so we can get people to desert their military before even coming to battle? It would, certainly, cause disarray." "That would involve revealing the unseen, and all I know so far is the known is VOR has supplied slaves to the people of Priya." he said to the man. "We need a closer look if we are to help these people." The boy turned and returned to his cabin on the ship. Things would fall into place, the royal blades were all well off enough to scout ahead, and now how things are turning, if it becomes public too quickly that Under has left to see a situation, the Actor might see this as able to gain ground in their nonending war. The crew member slowly nodded before looking back across the sea as the boy-king returned to his cabin. He closes dhis eyes, concerned at all this and figured that it may end poorly. He did not want to involved in this conflict, seeing this as a fools' errand. After all, the people would crush themselves, after all. Then, if it was really some trouble, they could clean up the rest... But he wanted to just come in person and observe. And that was dangerous in the mind of the crew member. Meanwhile, The High Commander was looking over the books of the Ukrainian Texts, trying to figure out if she missed something within them, since the captive had informed her of them. Maybe he was just leading her on a wild goose chase? She rubbed her eyes, as she tried to read more. But it was late and the lone candle was flickering on top of the desk she was leaned over. The woman took a deep breath, lifting her head and trying to think on this whole thing. The more she thought, the more she expected the country to fail... But she couldn't just leave it, it was her home, she had to defend it... Ukrainian texts were often cryptic and hard to understand, several books reproduced in the common language don't hold the images that the original texts did. Looking within it one could see tales of how people roamed the stars and how two families stood arm in arm as forces of evil raged war across the know worlds. The families would grow apart as they were separated and then come back together, the human family now corrupt and the Ukrainian family glowing brighter. They would collide, and the universe would collapse, gods would die, and the two families would become gods themselves, taking the place of those that fell. A new world would be born, the same planet, but a new world, Kronos, the father planet. The Ukrainian family would see the father world and know it needed as it was before, but they allowed all inhabitants to live on Kronos. Wars with demons sprouted, the human family that was cursed through time sought vengeance and unleashed terror on the world of Kronos. The family of Guainía gave forth a power split into 3 for the people of the world to use, 1 weapon and 2 tools to help shape the world, the blade was given to the humans who saw the Ukrainians as allies, the hammer given to the loyal orcs, the staff given to the wise elves. The three would go about and rid the known world of the demon plague then they would strip the power from the demons into the same order as the Ukrainian family had given to them, 1 weapon and 2 tools. Now 6 items of great power were hidden in the world, hidden from all who would abuse them. The blade told his fellow prisoners as they sat in the cell, "And that's why we must stand up now. My king wishes to make sure that no one is using these tools wrongly." he told the men, "If this kingdom is looking for them through conquest or actually have them, we need to make sure." The High General poured over the text for the hours and found nothing that was of much use. Was it implied that the queen was being corrupted by one of the demonic tools? Was there something else? Why can people not give a straight answer to her so she could save her beloved country and the soldiers under her command. She growled, slouching down in her chair as she finished reading another passage. What was she looking for!? She needed to speak to the Lieutenant again, perhaps that was required at this point. A definite negotiation to get the answers she needed, even if it meant some kind of backlash later one. At least then, she would be prepared and ready for what was to come... Yes, she needed to learn more." Well, your king hardly has any command over us. Maybe you had just caused us to get into this trouble!" One of the fellow men spoke, since the majority of them were rebels, Moreno than blades as he. There were many, though, that had the belief that Palmore was doing what is could to assist in protecting the slaves and trying their best to supply them without causing a war with the Mad Queen. There was a bit of rambling coming on after a while before the guard looked back to the locked room the prisoners were kept in and told to shut their faces. The people would grow to mild mutters before there would be some kind of talk on the opposite side. A curious silence would come before the key came in, and the door was unlocked. The wooden door would lift open to show off the High General standing to block the door and glance around the area with her long ears down to line her skull in a protective fashion. She was dressed in a light attire, just a simple chain shirt and a asset with shinguard. She had a sword at her hip within a sheath that she kept one hand on, the other to her side. "I am here to make negotiations to Lieutenant Vesper." "He doesn't want command over you, he wants people to be their own, no one enslaved." the blade said to the men, "Don't be foolish and forsake King Under's hand, it's just to help you up and to put down the wicked." He was told to be quiet, and the blade gave a glare at the soldier. Time passed slightly, and then the general made her return asking for the blade, "Yes, miss? What do you require of me?" he asked her and examining her attire she wore on this occasion. Odd that she'd come as candid as this to them. Sorry, short post<>> The General looked over the Lieutenant, glancing through the gathering of people who was flexing their fingers, as if wanting to attack the woman, but realizing she was armed and they were not. Not to mention her reputation preceded her as a demon in combat. Especially since a few of them actually saw her in the battle that they were captured and that was when she was dressed in heavy armor. Only the gods knew how she would fair unrestricted by heavy plated steel and merely a chain shirt that was of no consequence for someone conditioned with heavier armor. Once the Lieutenant stepped up, Toni would lower her eyes to note him from the crowd. While keeping herself silent, she would place a hand into a pouch at her belt, she's then tossing something towards him. He could catch it, or let it fall. Either way it would be noticed that it was a small brass key. She would slowly step forwards and whisper, "I will lighten the guards in an hour. You get the men out and consider this a mercy, for now. I am not endorsing your ideals, but I am not of the belief any of us benefits for our capture." With that, her ears, which were pointed down in her familiar way, would twitch before she slowly turned around, moving to exit the cell. He caught the key and nodded, he knew that a person trained in heavy armor could be just as dangerous without it, at least by what he's seen in the Blades, heavy armor just makes you much more limber. "Thank you, and be safe, friend." the Lieutenant said to the General. The guards lightened later, and the group left the prison, the Lieutenant urged the group to show restraint when they escaped. The Lieutenant would then turn to his fellow inmates and tell them to leave the facility, and he'd return to the General to confront her. Blades are masters of all different techniques that allowed the lieutenant to be a shadow in the night and approach the General's quarters. I sat in a corner to wait for her. The man may have been stealthy in his methods, but it was apparent that the General was expecting something, as she remained outside with a lantern in her left hand, held up by the metal ring at the top. Her attention was on the group as she managed to watch them escape, but she ave a low hum as she tilted her head to the side. The ear closest to the man flickered before she spoke in a hushed tone. "I thought I counted right." Was the first thing she said, keeping her eyes forwards as she waited, "Coming to attempt assassination, or diplomacy. In either case you are short on time, Blade..." The way she spoke held no malice, showed no real emotion at all, really. She was speaking low, but professional, and even her stance was kept up as one that was confident, maybe even prideful in herself and not wishing to seem meek. She did not turn towards the man though, but he could tell she was ready, just in case. Her fingers flexed with her hand placed on the pommel of her sheathed sword. He stood slowly and looked upon the girl who was ready to fight. Her features glowed under the lantern light. "I didn't come here to quarrel with you, I came to thank you." he said to her and approached with slow caution, "The others wouldn't see in the eyes of a valor, nor the eyes of a blade." He placed a hand to his chest, "We've kept many secrets from the world, many that require explaining, and I feel there is no other worthy than you." he said to her with a calmness in his voice. Toni's eyes kept forwards, head neck straight and head tilted slightly upwards. Her ear closest to him would twitch lightly before she closed her eyes, "I already explained. Keeping you here had no reason for us. You know not our plans, and we know about as much as we knew before." When he came closer, the General opened her eyes and turned to him in a very military style right-face, pushing her form on her toes and standing with her heels together at a fourth-five degree angle. Those Pink Eyes of the High-General focused on the Blade with a stern gaze, but it softly softened to one of confusion before she spoke, "They are but rebels, Lieutenant. They are not military. They may know some things as honor, as duty, but they do not understand the politics or requirements for us to keep our duty..." She hummed, letting her head tilt down before she spoke, "I am not here to betray my country... I joined the army with the mind of keeping people safe, of the late King, an honorable, careful, wise man. Though he is gone, and my Queen replaces him, I... cannot betray my countrymen. I hope you understand this, as you explain." The blade looked upon her, the firm features and the gleaming pink eyes. His own being teal color and his skin pale in complexion, "They are rebels, but still loyal to the king of this country, the queen we have reason to believe she is being manipulated." he said to her, "We want no one to betray their country, but we don't want the leaders to betray their people either." he approached her slightly a small step between pauses, closer he noticed her footing and her ears, all prepped to leap in a strike at any moment. A beat of sweat ran down his neck and the coolness of the air made the spot feel as though it was frozen over. "We also have reason to believe an heir to the throne that is within the rebellion, unless you have information against that notion?" he asked her in curiosity. The way that the Blade spoke caused the woman to furrow her brow in thought. The King was who she was loyal to, as well, but she knew, "One cannot be loyal to a dead man. You can respect and honor a memory, but..." She took a deep breath, sighing out and shaking her head. "She may be manipulated, true, but unless you have some kind of proof, I cannot help you further than what I already am. Releasing you and the other men could be considered treasonous, even if it is not treason..." The woman let her hand down from the pommel of her sword and hang at her side. The next comment surprised her, causing her to shake her head, "The Queen is the heir. Unless you expect her to just give up the power to someone else? She and the King, as far as I know, have not bored child. And if you say there is some heir outside the wedlock, well, that is less likely. The Queen would just send us to kill the bastard before giving up her throne." The General lifted her hands, palms outstretched in a curious shrug, "Unless you are telling me this as to give reason for me to align myself with someone else?" The blade looked upon the girl, "I still follow the voice of my king's father, an order that will echo from there on out, a man who drove his son to take up a blade of ancient and mystical power and remove him from this world." he said to the young mouse, "Everything has been played by Planar's hand, and he still has a few cards held back even in death. I don't believe a king would leave his whole world without a plan." the blade spoke as he stepped forward, keeping everything in thought and everything in his vision, "Only you know of our escape, and the heir I speak of is a nephew, not a bastard." he mentions to the woman. The woman stared intently to him, her head lowering as she considered things. Her eyes scanned the ground deeply in thought, though her hand was still settled upon the pommel of her long sword. After a moment, she shook her head, her attention coming back to the Blade. She took a step forwards, furrowing her brow, the woman putting a hand up, "If things are to change, we need to come to an agreement. As the High General, I could attempt to speak with the Queen, see if we could get her to see more reason, stop this slaughter... I... But I cannot just abandon my country. I am sure you understand that." The older woman looked to the side, forlorn showing across her features before saying, "How do you know he is an heir, though? Is this some attempt at a puppet state? I wish for my country to return to a golden age. Before attempts to cleanse the 'lesser men' Before we fear rebellion and strife. I did not fight for over twenty years, and become in this station just to throw it away and allow my country to become a toy under the thumb of a tyrant..." Even as she spoke it, she knew the irony, aware of the Queen's decrees to be anything but sensible, almost child-like in their accusatory nature. A sigh passed her lips as she turned her attention to the side, away from the Blade. "Lieutenant... Who is this heir? I promise to not sell him out, as it were. I just... need to think on it..." Sorry I ain't posted in a while, I ain't been on long enough to post, work and school kinda eat up me time :(<>>"The blades have ties deeper than blood and older than the mountains and deserts." he said to her in a kindly manner, "And Zamora only has the best interest in mind for the world, even Planar knew how to handle things, and he has planned out how to deal with many of these situations." he motioned, "The heir is named Orris Sven, the Blades watched him from a far, but I will admit we had a hand in turning him to the rebellion. This was only after the Queen took over and well, started a war. Our Grandmaster felt that it would be in the best interest to have the child to face down the tyrant."Also, sorry for short post.<>> "Orris Sven..." The High General said, keeping her attention to the side. Her ears, still settled backwards, twitched. She couldn't help but listen to him, wishing for everything to go well, but knowing that this rebellion, the war, the intent of the Queen was a disease, slowly wearing away at the commonwealth and ready to tear apart the nobility, soon. Another deep breath came from her, attempting to calm herself as she knew an emotional commander was a poor thing to have especially in times of strife. Her eyes focused to the ground as she gripped at the pommel of her weapon, in a tight fist as she tried to combat her thoughts between assisting the Queen and trying to reveal this 'heir' and a remembrance of a better time and wishing to go and pledge loyalty to someone who may be better for her country. But it was difficult. She had to do what was right. And what was right was what was lawful, at this point. With eyes tightly closed, the High General spoke out, "Leave now, Lieutenant. As I said, I will speak with my Queen. You will know what the direction of our country is soon..." The night fell, now, as the ex-sergeant of the Priya Army had settled himself. Still untrusted by the majority, the cat-man was getting the information that he gave the Thane and Commander of these 'terrorists' while the Commander Garden still bellowed his mistreatment. In any cast, it would be discovered that the sergeant had been telling the truth. There were several camps that had pushed a bit into Derrick's border, and the army practically surrounded all key points in the lands, ready to push forwards. But he was considering his things. He hoped that the people would take his request, to try and keep his family protected in a small town just to the west of this very pass. He did, practically, demand his enrollment to this war effort so that his Mother, Sister, Wife and Son be safe. Now, he was afraid he put them in more jeopardy. Ex-Sergeant Milos Drag lifted his head up, watching the passer byes as they seemed to enjoy themselves from the victory, anxiously awaiting the Thane, the Commander or a representative.

Art of Rebellion (Quinz128 x Alum)|rating:3.0

Sass And Sandalwood (MabFaerie & Spectre)

(sharp jostling of a bell chime against a wooden door interrupted the calm within a tiny little shop at the end of a one-way street. Nearly tucked out of sight, The Lilac Moon was easy to miss if you weren't familiar with the handful of mom'n'pop stores lining the cul-de-sac like gate guardians. The faint scent of incense lingered in the air, noticeable despite the quiet whirring of a pedestal fan stirring a lazy breeze in every direction. Leaning atop of glass counter that was filled to the brim with various metaphysical knickknacks; gemstone pendants, chakra bracelets and worry stones to name a few, Autumn Wood traced a ballpoint pen lazily across a random page in the local newspaper. Drawing disgruntled-looking stick-figures in the margins, while a coffee ring formed just above an ad for a paranormal investigations' consultant, Autumn couldn't have looked more bored if you'd paid her to. With a name like Autumn Wood in a shop called The Lilac Moon, one might get the impression that Autumn was a firm believer in new-age healing and the kind of spiritual replenishment one only seemed to find in Wiccan rituals. And one would be wrong. Autumn Wood didn't give a damn about pagan practices, fortune-telling or what color her Aura was that day. At best, she tolerated the metaphysical scene, at worst, she mocked it. Having inherited The Lilac Moon from her over-eccentric parents, Autumn initially wanted nothing to do with the shop and was determined to remodel it. But Autumn Wood had rent to pay. And damn it if tarot readings didn't sell like lemonade on a summer day. As the sound of the bell caught her attention, Autumn bolted upright, plastering on the all-too-familiar customer service smile and offering a warm greeting in a voice she hoped sounded more genuine than she felt." Welcome to The Lilac Moon, anything in particular we're looking for to-do! Back again?" Recognizing a customer from earlier in the day, Autumn flitted closer towards the far end of the counter, a semi-bemused expression on her face as a man in a dark coat with an upturned collar approached the glass-top. A mess of disheveled black hair and a pallid face was half-hidden beneath a trilby, but dark blue eyes peered down at the red-haired girl behind the counter, equal parts familiar and foreign. Wasting no time at all, he placed a small bag onto the glass top, where a purple and silver quarter moon symbol greeted Autumn in turn. She'd know it anywhere. It was The Lilac Moon symbol, she'd drawn it herself on what felt like a thousand years ago, but was realistically maybe closer to ten." I'd like to make a return, please." Offering no explanation, the man in the dark coat pushed the shopping bag towards her, as if he was not comfortable touching it himself." Something wrong?" Autumn inquired, taking a moment to pluck the bag up from the counter and retrieve its contents, a single gray quartz, seeming to be in just the same shape it was when Autumn sold it a few hours prior. It didn't look as if it had been carelessly dropped or burnt or stained with wax, as those were just a few of the odd experiences she'd had with returned items in the past." This stone feels... wrong." He replied, a cautious sound in his voice as he gazed at the stone with obvious apprehension." Oh. Wrong. Yeah, no, I get you. Definitely. It's...aura is really heavy. Dark. Ominous, even, is what I'd say." Autumn made a show of nodding along and looking sympathetic as she fed into the odd man's delusion." So you understand why I cannot keep it in my home. It is far too dangerous to lay dormant." He insisted in a hushed whisper, as if he were plotting something nefarious together." Well, luckily, I could...cleanse it for you, and you would be able to keep it. Quick process, I'd just need to step into the back room for a few minutes--" And check her text messages, no doubt. "And then it would be right as rain. Totally safe to take home with you again. I'll even cleanse it free of charge. Because I care about my customers. And if you're happy, I'm happy." She chirped, tossing the quartz in the air and quickly catching it in her offhand." That is... very kind of you, however... I think I would feel better if I just got rid of it entirely." He insisted, that same frantic look upon his face, as if he'd just eat something rotten and was on the verge of being sick." Suit yourself." Autumn shrugged, unwilling to put in more effort on the sale than she already had. Some 20 dollar stone wasn't worth the peace and quiet she'd get by ushering M'lady-hat Malfoy out the door faster. After digging the receipt out of the bag and punching a few numbers into the register, a small scrap of paper printed off from the receipt machine with the amount of the purchase and the sales transaction details on it. Pushing the small return slip towards him, she circled two spots and passed him her pen." Sign here, initial here, thank you kindly--And you, Sir, are free of evil-aura quartz in your life. Anything else I can interest you in? Geodes are very good for eliminating negative energy, if you wanted to buy a few and place them in various spots around your home to help with any residual aura the quartz may have left behind. I recommend sun-spots and windowsills, personally." Gesturing to a small display of colorful rocks beside the register, Autumn couldn't resist a last-ditch effort to make a few dollars for her trouble. Triply-Mcgee politely declined and shuffled his way towards the door." Come back soon!" Autumn called out behind him, with a soft grumble of 'but not too soon' following it under her breath. As the man in the dark coat stepped out, another figure stepped in, causing a roguish grin to spread across Autumn's lips as if she'd just done something awful and completely gotten away with it." Ah, now this is a familiar face I like to see. Did you bring me anything? Like food? I'm willing to wait a moment if the answer is 'no', you still have time to make it a 'yes', I'm very accommodating." (could away smell the shop before you got there. The sage bundles stacked in the corner, dried herbs you could buy by the pound and the frankly staggering amount of intense that Mr. And Mrs. Moon had put in this little Shop over the years mixed on a heady, nearly overpowering blend that just set the mood for the witch little store that kept Autumn's bills paid, mostly. To Daniel Weber, it away smelled like sarcasm and home. Mostly sarcasm, as any respectable wizard avoid these clichés like FAE avoided crossing running water, but weather it's reluctant owner knew it or not, The Lilac Moon was special. There was a certain novelty to the arrangement of fate between himself and the shopkeeper. Magic, as a concept was still widely regarded as fairy tale, nonexistent. And wizards even more so. So, Daniel being an open practitioner of magic, a wizard by trade and vocal about it, especially to a certain sassy faux-fortune teller broke just about every rule of plausibility and of secrecy, but who was counting? He had to move quickly to avoid getting plowed over by one of Autumn's customers. " 'Souse me." He snapped at the figure in black as the man rushed by, an amusing mockery of the kinds of people that visit the store. It was typical gothed out teens and spaced out hippies. The man said nothing as he hurried past. He looked nervous, and sweaty, probably some stalker type trying to cast "Love Spell" on the girl he follows around. Daniel debated calling the cops. Well, not like they could help if he did,. Pushing his way into the store, he grinned at the redhead behind the counter, lines around his eyes that seemed to deepen the longer his days were disappearing when his gray gaze landed on his oldest friend. Years ago, they played chase and monsters on this very floor, while her parents and his guardian talked shop for hours it seemed and coming to devil her now that she had to be the responsible owner of the establishment was one of the little joys Daniel kept for himself." Please, please, please! Tell me you got that one's number, your parents would love him! " He teased, knowing that the hot coffee and the bag from the cute bakery a few addresses down, stuffed with treats that boasted the words "chocolate" and "creme-filled" would keep him safe enough to make those kinds of jokes. For know. Setting the food on the glass top counter like an offering, he nipped behind it and took up residence on the stool next to hers," How's the witching business? " He asked blithely, eyeing the bag laying forlorn by the register. A recipe with Autumn's signature loopy handwriting was stuck out of the corner of the bag. "Someone actually used your return policy? Is mercury in retrograde or something?" Making a face at himself in a nearby mirror, its frame surrounded by zodiac signs in jewel tones, he carded a hand through the mess of blonde curls that plagued him, he hadn't stopped home before inviting himself to her store. Maybe he should have? ("Oh, someone is full of jokes. Much like your wardrobe." Autumn teased in reply, rolling her eyes at Daniel's suggestion, knowing damn well he was probably right." The last time I did something my parents loved, I got landed with this shop. Fool me once, shame on you. Autumn Wood doesn't make the same mistake twice." She insisted, plucking the sweets bag from the counter and opening it with a soft murmur of approval." This is an acceptable sacrifice, I suppose I won't have to finish that voodoo doll of you, after all. Not today, anyway." She grinned in his direction, rummaging around in the small bag a moment and returning with a broken-off half of a glazed donut, before offering the bag and its remaining contents to Daniel." Mmm, today's a slow day--but! I imagine the closer we get to the full moon, the more business will pick up." Autumn chirped between mouthfuls of donut. After wiping her glazed fingers on the thigh of her jeans, she reached for the styrofoam coffee cup, swallowing a careful test sip of the beverage to gauge its temperature. When she deemed it safe for consumption, she took a larger gulp and continued on,"Still, this shop is doing annoyingly well considering it's run by someone who would sooner sell it off for half its value, if given the chance." She grumbled, knowing that it would break her poor mother's heart and send her father to an early grave if they were to hear The Lilac Moon was sold." Although! Considering a name change! For the shop, not me, though off the record, I'd considered that too once upon a time." Placing the coffee down, she pulled the newspaper over that she'd been doodling on a few moments prior. In the corner of the page, halfway past the margin and infringing into the help wanted section, was a small logo of a cauldron and some flowers draped across the front. Over the top in an arching pattern were the words 'Aster and Caster'." What do you think? Aster and Caster? Do you love it or do youloveit? Keep in mind that this is a place of healing and peace, so all negative responses will be promptly discarded." At mention of the returned item, Autumn turned towards the black bag, eyeing her copy of the slip with a dismissive glance." Oh, it happens sometimes. A statue didn't fit in their altar, they grabbed the wrong book, they bought more of an item than they ended up needing in a spell." She waved her hand in the bag's direction, as if she thought absolutely nothing of it." Most of the time people come in to exchange one thing for another, but sometimes it's a return. Shape there on the way out returned a stone with a 'weird aura' or something. Fellow probably realized spending twenty dollars on a rock was a bad financial decision and decided he better bring it back before his wife found out." Pushing the newspaper aside and sweeping the forgotten bag along with it, Autumn picked her coffee back up and leaned on the counter with one arm." So, what brings you to this little corner of nowhere? Just stopping by or do you have an actual errand to run in the area? Or... is it... the magic stuff?" The way she used the word 'magic' held none of her usual snark. On the contrary, she phrased it with what seemed to be genuine belief, a peculiar juxtaposition in comparison to her prior statements. (accepted his half of the sacrifice, trying to look as offended as possible at her comment. "It's called Urban Camouflage, thank you very much." Daniel used the donut to gestures to his clothes, V-neck, thin scarf, dark wash jean, and of it in shifting tones of black and gray, all appropriate shades of dark and mysterious. Though, he conceded that the bright blue trainers might be decidedly UN- wizard-like. Whatever, Indignation was difficult when you were on the verge of laughter. And when you were holding a pastry with sprinkles. " You make a fairly large target if you're flouncing around in a robe and pointed hat." That, and it broke about 13 of the White Councils rules about revealing the existence of magic to the public and wearing one's formal robes in public, but that was another cauldron of flowers speaking of which,The was a fraction of a second that his gaze might have fallen on the classifieds that she dragged over to show him and an even smaller fraction he thought that maybe it might be a cute logo before good sense kicked in. There were nuances to the magical world, and a good magician never revealed his tricks. So rather than explain in detail, Daniel simply picked up the bag off confection and plopped into down over the paper, hiding the offending image from view." No. No name changes, for this place or you, for that matter." He said flatly, trying to end the argument before it started. Autumn had always been fiercely opinionated, and judging by the way she told him about it, it was likely not the last time they were going to argue this point. Names had great and terrible power in the magical world. Most wizards kept their full name a guarded secret, because once a creature or spell caster had it, they had power. Sometimes over the person in question. Even Daniel had a second middle name that he had never spoken aloud, just in case. Better safe than enthralled, hexed, or dead. That, and all the talk of name changes and remodeling Autumn like to bring up on a biweekly basis would pretty much destroy the hours of work he had put in casting protection spells and creating wards over This very store with This very name. But that was strictly him being bratty about it. Rolling his eyes at the bag once its presence had been explained, he turned away from it pointedly. He spent his days in the middle of magical messes, trying to put it right when a spell went haywire, or someone messed with forces beyond their skill and paid for it when the energy lashed out. With his luck, the next call would be Hat Witch, dealing with his love spell gone wrong and the object of his affection trying to break in the door so they can be "closer"." Well, as much as I enjoy being openly mocked by your place employment, I,. Was worried." He folded his hands across his chest and looked just about anywhere but at his friend. " I just came from,. Work. A despair curse, and it was,. Fatal." On the other side of town there was a slightly crazy old woman who claimed she could she the future in her teas cups, and for the low price of 25 bucks per hour, you could sit and drink tea with Margaret, listening to her babble about her doctor visits and grandchildren and at the ends she would glance in the cups and tell you future. A bunch bull but sweet, in an insane way. And there were already too few in New-age practice. The old woman had been a customer of The Lilac Moon for 6 ears now, claimed this store sold the best "divination tea". Reaching across the counter, he placed his hand over Autumns. " Margret's, gone, and everything so far points to black magic." The idea of it left a bad taste in his mouth so he had driven across town to make sure everyone was alright. Checking on his wards here was a paranoia pleasing side effect. Or at least it would have been, but a store is a building meant to be visited, and it was much harder for someone to be kept out. And they were out of date. (made a point of actively cringing at Daniel's description of his clothing, wrinkling her nose in mock-displeasure. Her own outfit was considerably more colorful, a white dress with a black and red cherry blossom pattern, a red cardigan with the top three buttons left undone and red flats in a shade ever so slightly brighter than the cardigan." If only the camouflage part was accurate. What I wouldn't give for you to be invisible right now." Autumn teased playfully in Daniel's direction, though her expression quickly shifted from good-nature-humored to mild annoyance when he plopped the sweets bag directly atop her artwork." I'll have you know I spent a whole twenty minutes designing that logo! I don't get paid to sit around and--oh, right, I do. But still! Rude." She scolded him with mock-offense as she pushed the newspaper aside, allowing him to think the subject was settled, at least for the time being. She could always bring it back up later, perhaps when she had a few other logos to taunt him with. With world enough and time she might even draw logo's all over the pages, filling every inch to the brim with Aster and Caster trademarking. Can't put a bag of donuts on top of that one! .... Well, maybeif it was alargebag, you could."Oh, don't worry, this place covertly mocks you as well. And you were worried?" Autumn raised a brow in curiosity, a sly smile playing the edge of her lips, knowing that any situation that made Daniel worried was a situation worth investigating. She was about to offer him a witty refrain, but then the truth of why he was so concerned revealed itself, and she felt her heart sink to the floor."...oh." Her excitement seemed to wane as she heard the grim news, her smile twisting into a frown as a flicker of despair and the promise of grief settled in its place."Oh, no... not Margie." Autumn shook her head, as if she didn't want to believe this could possibly be true." Oh, she was such a good person. Her teas were little more than wishful thinking and an old woman's matchmaking, but the company alone was worth the time. Besides, it was always a nice feeling, being the one to have my fortune told for a change." Autumn squeezed Daniel's hand in turn, relishing in the small comfort it offered but knowing that she did not have time for comfort or grief, much as she might require both. Blinking away the sting of tears, Autumn took a deep breath, forcing her feelings down so she wouldn't have to face them. Not now, at least. Not in front of Daniel." Black magic? What happened? Who would hurt a little old woman? Margaret wasn't a threat to anyone! She was the grandmotherly type with plates full of half-stale cookies! She liked to tell people they were going to get married because she read both their names in the bottom of a teacup!" Autumn released Daniel's hand to run her fingers through her hair in an obviously agitated state." What are we going to do about it?" We, she had distinctly used the wordweinstead of you. She wanted to be a part of this, whatever this amounted to. Margaret deserved better. Margaret deserved justice. And Autumn wanted answers. (no. Here we go. He sighed, the long exhale of someone who didn't want to get into this, but knew he had no choice. He looked at Autumn, the wetness gathered in the corner of her eyes that she refused to let fall, the defiant slash her lips had become to hide the tremble. It was familiar, because she had reacted the same way when she was upset since age 5 and frankly, because he had seen it more than once. He grimaced a little at the deliberate "we". Autumn tended to pair distress with motivation. Not a bad combo, useless you were stubbornly trying to combat arcane forces *some people* in the room currently spent their entire lives training to counter with intense and I can do spirit. Any other day, that thought would make him laugh. Now, the look on his face came dangerously close to brooding." I was thinking maybe, you close up shop tomorrow. I can go get a few supplies and put in a few new protections from malicious magic," He started, pushing right past any sort of plan of attack," and when I have something from my analysis spell, I can let you know whether you should head to your parents or not." He tried to keep that part casual, but she would smell trouble. It didn't matter, the Moon house was a variable fortress of wards and protection. His guardian, Olivia Weber, a master Breaker, and a senior member of the White Council had done the spells themselves. The wards would probably outlast the walls." I'm actively assigned to Margret's," He faltered, hesitant to say killer, "case". He used a grave tone that he hoped conveyed to seriousness and finality of the sentence. He had received a letter not long before he got here, adorned with a councils seal. Enclosed were three words and scrawled signature. Identify. Find. Kill. He had stuffed in his back pocket as a cool wind blew over him. The first rule of Magic was Thou Shalt Not Kill. He had been given a lean on that rule. This was serious. The thought made him shift uncomfortably on his stool and he didn't feel the envelope slip put of his pocket to float down to the floor." I should get out of her before I break your cellphone again." He stood trying to lighten the mood and force the conversation away from magic murder. Delicate new technology wasn't over fond of magic users it seemed, and he hadn't remembered the pendant he usually wore out and about to reign in the errant energies. Too long and her cellphone or register might mysteriously expire, and she needed both. That and he wasn't keen to discuss the kill order he was given. Might misalign her chakras. (in Autumn's gaze shifted, a flicker of frustration, anger, hurt." So... what, then? You get to run off and play hero, and I'm supposed to sit around doing fuck all? Reading fortunes and playing sleight of hand tricks?!" As if on cue, her left hand shot out, knocking her usual tarot deck right off the counter, sending cards flying in every direction. If she were in a better mood she'd have considered their flight to be symbolic of her inner turmoil, but since she wasn't, mostly she just felt annoyed that she knew she'd have to pick them back up later." I'll close my shop when Decided close it. Someone has to entertain the armies with charm bags and empty promises. Besides, I can't pay bills if I just stay home. I thought you of all people would understand that." She was just snapping at him now out of pain. She'd always been one to deflect pain with anger. You couldn't cry over the loss of someone you love if you were too busy being mad about it. If she threw herself into work, into anything really, she could avoid coming face to face with that hurt. Bottle it up, push it down, bury it 6 feet deep and pave over the dirt with concrete. One of these days that self-destructive behavior was going to come back to haunt her. But not today. Let that pain be someone else's ghost. When Daniel insisted he ought to leave for fear of breaking her phone, or her register for that matter, she stepped aside, allowing him passage towards the door while pointedly gazing anywhere else but in his direction." Yes, maybe you should." She agreed, though her tone was sharp, still hiding the hurt lingering beneath the surface." Don't let Margie down." She added, softly, still looking away from him. Her gaze swept past the note on the floor. He didn't seem to notice it fall. She didn't intend to tell him. (indigent flush on her cheeks should have been becoming, but the ice in her tone made Daniel wince. She was mad." Of course, she is mad, fool child, this is her loss as well, and you tell her that she can do nothing. The Phantom version of Olivia that lived in his head frowned, shaking her head at him and chastising him with that blunt German accent that got thicker when she was angry. She looked like a secretary or a school nurse, short and round, all poppy blouses and brunette bob cuts. She'd TSK, and what him on the back of the head for being rude to a lady. Incidentally, a gush from the revolving fan blew past his head and Daniel got to his feet, goosebumps crawling up and down his spine. His hands sank deep into his pockets and his shoulders hunched. Olivia was right. He had intended to try and protect Autumn the best way he knew how, with magic. Which was something only he could do. But what if the wand was in the other hand? Could he just stand by, hawking shiny rocks and rose oil when he knew people were getting hurt? That thought made him grit his teeth. He always kept her away from magic, party tricks aside, telling her only the tiniest details when it was unavoidable and holding her at arms length. But here it was, killing her customers. It wasn't fair. Magic or no magic, this was Autumn's business. Standing up for someone was great unless it removed their ability to stand for themselves. Dammit, he had aimed for Protector and fallen right into Douche Bag. She had asked him to leave, and intended to. He did enough for one day. Some friend. Moving towards the door, avoiding his own gaze in the mirror, he chewed on his lip. He couldn't let this just sit. Hand still on the handle, he turned his head to look at Autumn. She wasn't looking at him, just glaring at the cards that were strewn around the counter and floor. The Tower sat by his feet, upside down by his perspective. He chose to ignore that." When I have some real information, . I'll call you." He said quietly, not expecting an answer. He had never done that before, but times were changing. Furthermore, he couldn't leave her in the dark anymore. That's not what friends do. With that, he let himself out of the shop, the sound of the bells ringing in his ears for most of the walk back to his car. (stayed quiet as Daniel made his way to the door, watching as he side-stepped the cards, careful not to step on them. Even though they were scattered across the floor, and he had every damn right to stomp on them with the way she'd tossed them off the counter in her fit of rage, he was still mindful of her possessions. He was certainly treating her better than she'd just treated him, though that was likely his guilt kicking in. When he promised to call once he had information, Autumn sighed, blowing a gust of hot air past her lips and feeling her bangs puff up briefly from the motion." I won't hold my breath." She mumbled, still bitter, still angry, channeling her sorrow into rage made it easier to deal with. She watched him go, not moving until her gaze followed him through the window and down the street. When he rounded a corner out of sight, she sighed, shoulders slumping, head bowed, blinking away the wetness stinging her eyes at the thought of Margret's death. It wasn't fair. It wasn't right! Still... she refused to allow herself much more than a single moment of weakness to reflect on it. That kind of behavior was careless at best, but she'd perfected the art of avoiding her own feelings for years now. She certainly wasn't about to stop today. Running a hand through her mess of auburn hair, she undid the small band pinning her hair back, shaking out the strands for a moment before rebinding it again. It was a pointless task, but it was familiar, made her feel a little calmer, at least. Kneeling down, she plucked the scrap of paper up from the floor, the one she'd noticed had fallen out of Daniel's pocket. She hoped it wasn't something important, as she unfolded the scrap of parchment and began reading its contents aloud,"Identify. Find. ... Kill?" Daniel had orders to... kill someone? Daniel, awkward, adorable Daniel, who goes out of his way to bring donuts and coffee to his ungrateful sarcastic best friend, had orders... to end someone's life? Autumn hastily shoved the note into her back pocket. She didn't want to think about that. Maybe it was just a code. Maybe it meant something else entirely. Maybe... maybe Daniel's line of work was darker than he was letting on... Tight-lipped and tense, Autumn began collecting up the tarot deck, scattered across the room as they were. She circled the small area a few times, making sure nothing had slid under any displays, before she did a quick count of the cards to confirm they were all there. Placing them back atop the counter, Autumn moved towards the backside of the desk, her gaze settling on the little black bag and its returned stone." Come on. Let's put you back on display." She grumbled, plucking the stone out from inside the bag and turning it over in her hands a few times." Bad vibes, eh?" She mumbled, eyeing the little gray quartz with obvious amusement. "Well, I'm full of bad vibes today, buddy. That makes two of us." She murmured, moving the stone back onto a small tray with other colorful companions and angling the tray out towards the door, so it would catch the eye of anyone approaching the register. As she was admiring her handiwork, the creaking sound of footsteps on wood caught her attention from behind her. Spinning around, a flicker of alarm overwhelmed her senses. Had someone stepped in without her noticing? Had they been here the whole time she was talking to Daniel?" Hello?" She called out, approaching the stairs to the upper level and leaning over the railing to see if she could make out any legs from where she stood. The sound of wood creaked once more, closer this time, from the direction of the small storeroom in the back of the shop, directly behind the register." Hello...?" her tone was quieter, definitely more anxious now. The storeroom only had a small window in the very back, but if someone was particularly lithe, or maybe a small child, they could definitely have climbed through it. Her hand rested on the handle to the storeroom, about to turn it when the sound of someone running above her, and knocking something over in the process caught her attention and held it. Were there two people here? Releasing the doorknob, Autumn turned back towards the desk, picking up the cordless phone in one hand and holding onto it in case she needed to call for help." Who's there?" She called out again, deciding that she'd rather take her chances on the second floor where it was well lit and within view of the windows, than in the back stockroom where it was dark and no one could see her. Just as she rested her freehand on the banister, one foot atop the steps, another noise startled her into attention. The sound of wind chimes in the doorway rustled sharply, as if someone had slammed open the front door. She spun to face the source but saw that the chimes and the door they were attached to remained still, even with the humming of the chime-sound still lingering in the air. This was strange... too strange. Something was wrong. Something felt wrong. Her foot lowered from the step and her hand pulled away from the rail as she backed up towards the register once more. Instinctively, she punched a few numbers into the phone, dialing up the one person she knew who'd answer no matter what." Daniel? I need you to come back to the shop. Something's wrong." (had huffed and sighed nearly all the way back to his vehicle. The brooding was in full effect. He never liked arguing with Autumn. It tended to throw off his concentration and above all else, he needed his concentration. There was a killer on the loose the police wouldn't look for. That was a terrifying idea, and the consequences of it had been specially dropped in his lap. He sighed dramatically and slumped against the car. Brooding was, after all, a dramatic activity. Lazily flicking through his phone, thanks to three days charm work on the case, Daniel checked his Facebook and scanned his audiobooks, looking for something helpful. Textbooks, lectures, maybe a detective novel? Something that could steer him in the direction to start finding a murderer. What a new and interesting skill. This wasn't his job. This was Olivia's job. But she wasn't around and by the time the council hunted her down, another innocent person might be dead. His heart clenched sadly. Margie. She was all heavy perfume and soft dresses and crocheted blankets at the holidays. Daniel still kept the one she had given him for Christmas a few years ago on his bed, a garish mash-up of pinks and reds, in shades he'd never actually seen before, given with a wink and a promise that it would be a charm to "give him the courage to go for it!". Whatever that was supposed to mean. There was no magic in that blanket, just silky yarns that kept out the chill in winter. He had just decided to go home and collapse under that very blanket on his couch when his phone rang. His hackles raised for a moment, what happened now?! Another attack? The Council?! Just as quick as it came, the stress melted away when a photograph of Autumn flashed across screen. They had gone to the beach, and he managed to snap a photo of her face when the waves splashed up her back and she was laughing. Allowing himself a ghost of a smile, he answered," Hey, I wasn't-". There was something on her tone, a true waver of fear that he could feel. He was running back to the shop before he was aware of the movement. "Stay by the door,.there in 2." He huffed before hanging up. He wanted his hands free in case of trouble. Furthermore, he called up the trigger word of his favorite offensive spell, feeling the palm of his clenched fist tingle and burn with the icy evocation. Magic could be tricky but usually nothing fared well against a sucker punch with a chunk of ice. Skidding to a stop outside the store, Daniel pushed a bit of power out and a layer of ice coated the chimes, letting the door slip open silently. He slunk in, spotting Autumn behind the counter, looking frightened but otherwise well. He lifted his free hand, gesturing for quiet and moved to her side. "Where and what?" He asked under his breath, eyes dating around for danger and putting that anxiousness behind his spell. Heaven help them if this was a robbery, that guy was going to the hospital for a while. (Daniel hung up, Autumn found herself clutching the phone tightly in both hands as the footsteps upstairs drew nearer. The movement paused near the top of the stairs but never descended, instead it seemed to linger in place a moment, just long enough for Autumn to almost relax, before turning back around again and fading away as it moved towards the far end of the shop. Autumn was considering just making a run towards the door when a noise from the storeroom caught her attention. Quiet at first, but growing in volume steadily with every passing second. ... Was that a laugh? Did someone just laugh? Just as the sound reached a normal volume, it stopped short, as if its owner had been abruptly cut off. That didn't make Autumn feel any better. Daniel couldn't get there fast enough, as far as she was concerned. Autumn was starting to wonder if the shop wasn't just haunted at this rate. Within a few moments, Daniel had arrived and Autumn seemed considerably worse for wear than when he'd left. Wide-eyed and anxious, she was still clinging to the phone as if she intended to fashion it into a blunt weapon should the situation require as much." Daniel!" She hissed with obvious relief as she watched him enter the shop, noting with appreciation the way he silenced the chime for stealth. Still, if someone was upstairs, they would probably have seen him come in from their vantage point. When he asked her where and who the culprits were, she gestured towards the stairs with a tilt of her head,"Second floor for sure, and possibly in the stockroom as well. No, on second thought, definitelyin the stockroom as well. Maybe children? Maybe... not?" She cast an anxious gaze around the shop, feeling a little better now that Daniel was here, but not much safer knowing someone, orsomethingwas running around unchecked. Would Daniel suggest they split up? Knowing him, he'd probably insist she stay put, but standing right in front of the stockroom door alone really didn't feel any better than wandering upstairs would be. A loud thud sounded from inside the stockroom, as if its inhabitant had sensed Autumn's thoughts about it, instantly drawing her attention towards it." Did you just hear that?" She demanded, gaze flickering back towards Daniel to find that he looked... remarkably calm compared to the skittish redhead standing before him. How in the world was he so damn calm?! Was he deaf or something?!" Tell me you just heard that." She insisted this time, feeling equal parts annoyed and alarmed now. (from the scattered tarot cards having being picked up since he left the shop, everything looked, .remarkably undisturbed. Autumn didn't, but that wasn't surprising, considering how she had sounded on the phone. He noticed that she still had the phone in question clutched in one white knuckled fist. Good girl, he said in his head, she might not be able to throw fire, but she wasn't going to be caught empty-handed. He had expected to find something out of place, something that screamed trouble, but the shop looked, ... quiet. At her question he decided to investigate further, but,.he hadn't heard anything. The store was a quiet as it had been before he left, save the shallow breaths he could hear coming from the terrified shop keep. He looked at the store's backroom. It was closer than the top level, more immediate danger. " Follow me, don't let anything pass you." The moment he said it, Daniel flinched. One. He should have said someone. It wouldn't help her fears to wonder if some evil creature was crawling around. It wasn't. Furthermore, it was a shoplifter, or a shithead teenager, he snapped to himself. Had it been anything he needed to worry about, his sixth sense would be screaming. Daniel took a deep breath, taking two sweeping steps past Autumn into the store room and flicked on the light. It wasn't a large room, and the small high window at the far end was intact. It was also empty of any other life. No black cloaked conjurers or guilty children. Just duplicates of the items in the store in slightly dusty boxes. He turned back to Autumn, cocking his head, eyebrows raised but saying nothing. He moved past her, shaking off the gather energy for the spell as he went. Thanks to a gangly growth spurt years ago, he had the build to easier take the stairs two at a time, reaching the landing to (unsurprisingly) find nothing bit the bookshelves stuffed with literature and all major of witch knickknacks easily left on a desk or kitchen table to scare your parents or spouse. He circled the landing, wood creaking under his feet as he went, but there was nothing here. No sounds, sights, smells, he even reached out magically and nothing happened. Scrubbing his hand over his face, he used his moment alone to try and figure out what was really going on here. Was she still angry with him? Drag him back and let him fail around for amusement? No, no action could be further from what Autumn would do, angry or otherwise. It must be straight up fear, he reasoned. He had scared her with everything he had told her today and her mind was just at shadows. Coming over to lean on the rail, he peered down at her with unmasked concern. "There's nothing here." (watched with bated breath as Daniel entered the storeroom ahead of her. She followed close behind, wide eyes and sweating palms, awaiting someone, somethingto jump out at them. When the room was revealed to be empty, save for the usual supplies, Autumn wasn't sure if she felt more relieved or less. It didn't explain any of the noises she'd heard previously. Could the intruder have climbed out the window in the time it took Daniel to arrive? As if she didn't believe her own eyes, Autumn brushed past Daniel and headed towards the far end of the stockroom, eyeing the lone window on the northern wall. Its latch was still sealed shut from the inside, and an unbroken layer of grime lined the window SIL. If anyone had come in our out, they hadn't disturbed the dust in the process. Not to mention breaking in would have meant destroying the lock, which not only remained exactly as it had been when she'd bought the shop, but was also damn near impossible to reach from outside the shop in the first place." This can't be right." She snapped, feeling even more agitated than a moment prior, when she had been so terrified she could hardly move." I know I heard something in here, Daniel! I know it!" She looked to him expectantly. He'd believe her, wouldn't he? There was something weird going in The Lilac Moon, but how could there be no proof of it?" Upstairs. I must have thought it was coming from the storeroom, but there was definitely someone upstairs. I heard something fall!" The redheaded girl insisted, following Daniel out of the stockroom and watching him take the stairs up two at a time. As he reached the landing and moved forward, out of the edge of Autumn's view, she listened quietly for any signs of alarm or a struggle. All she heard was the solid, steady footfalls of her familiar friends weight." There's nothing here." Daniel called out and Autumn all but screamed in reply." What do you mean there's nothing here? Check again, that can't be right! You must have missed something!" As she heard Daniel approach the railing, she glanced up, expecting to see his frame leaning over the edge and peering quizzically down on her like always. Only she didn't. The frame she saw was monstrous in design, an inky black shade, pulsing and oozing at the edges of what might have been a humanoid shape, if not for the half dozen set of eyes dotting its skull in a haphazard array. When it called out her name in Daniel's voice, she froze. Realization dawning on her all at once, as if the answer had been there all along, hiding in plain sight. It wasn't the shop that was haunted. Its washer." Daniel..." As if in confirm of her suspicion, the stockroom door rattled noisily beside her, as if someone was locked inside and had begun jiggling the handle furiously, desperate to be released. Of course, it would happen now, when Daniel wasn't looking." Daniel?" She called out for him again, only to find the ominous shade making its way down the stairs in his place, pointedly angled in her direction. A terrifying thought struck her just then, consuming any sense of calm that she'd clung to. What if it wasn't Daniel at all? What if it was something justpretendingto be Daniel this whole time? Laying in wait, holding out for the right moment to strike, biding its time until the careless shopkeeper had let down her guard." Stay back!" She warned quite suddenly, as if she expected the Daniel-sounding monstrous amalgam to obey her command." Don't come any closer!" She hissed as the shifting mass reached the bottom of the staircase, just a few feet from where she stood. Her gaze flickered across the glass top in search of a weapon, having decided that if worst came to worst, she could probably throw a few things at him. Telephone, lockbox, register? None of which would hurt it, but they might just slow it down long enough for her to get away. (would think that a lifetime of battling malicious forces, warlocks, FAE monsters and whatever the Never Never spat out on a bad day would train him to react well to the worst case scenario. In most cases, you would be absolutely right. This was not one of those times. He had expected something when he had investigated her "something wrong" and come up empty-handed. That was normal, natural even. This was her space and for whatever reason, she didn't feel safe. He would react the same way in her place. He expected her to snap, maybe yell, maybe when throw him out again. In the long run, all things that could be easily handled. What he couldn't handle, however, when he came to the edge of the landing, was the way she was looking at him. Maybe. The look of horror on her face was startling. You didn't usually look at someone like that unless they were covered in the blood of something you loved and stalking towards them. He actually jerked his head behind him, thinking for a split second that he HAD missed something and that Something was baring down on him. But it was just him and the books. Of course she's looking at you, you're a freak. She's always been terrified of you,. He shook his head, forcing that insecurity back down where it belongs. People feared magic, yes, and witch hunts were a real threat if the wrong idiots saw the wrong kinds of magic but this was Autumn. She wasn't afraid of Daniel. Are you sure? He he called out her hesitantly, the look on Autumn's face made him want to punch something and throw up at the same time. She said his name in a searching tone, even though she was looking right at him. That struck him as odd. He came down the steps slowly, watching her react. He was missing something. She strands back for every inch he came closer, but as he neared the bottom of the stairs he realized that her widened stare of horror was in his direction, but it wasn't at HIM. Like a vision, or hallucination,. Or an illusion. His guts twisted violently. Daniel needed to rest one shaking hand on the banister to stop from himself from being sick on the floor. Something was wrong indeed. A spell, more of a hex really, could induce vivid horrible visions. Who? WHY?! Fool, have your fits after you solve the problem! Olivia snapped in his head. Right, illusions and glamour. They had no running water and the rock salt was over on the other side of the store. He couldn't risk her running out into the street. She yelled at him when he came to the landing, a warning to keep his distance. Whatever she thought he was, she intended on defending herself. He watched her gaze dart around for a weapon and made a choice. He needed to stop her from hurting herself, or him for that matter. That stupid mirror with the zodiac symbols would work fine, if she stayed still long enough to look into it. It couldn't reflect the illusion, and hopefully she wouldn't scream or punch him. He. Right." I'm so fucking sorry Autumn." He said icing over the handle and the hinges of the door, before he darted forward, one arm wrapping around her to pin her arms between them. He needed to do this fast. Don't scream, don't struggle, he thought fruitlessly. (monster shuffled forward, with Daniel's stolen voice, but no trace of his image. With a speed that seemed far too quick for something so pulsating massive, it sought to close the gap between itself and Autumn. Instinctively, the auburn-haired shop keep lunged towards the first thing within hands-reach, which turned out to be a stapler that was promptly thrown in the direction of the oozing mass. It cried out in Daniel's voice and staggered but continued on. Autumn attempted to dodge past it and make a run for the door, but monstrous hands encircled her frame, pulling her in close, accompanied by a chorus of frantic shrieks from her lips and an attempt to break free via panicked flailing. Her elbow made contact with something hard and sharp that scraped against her skin, teeth? She heard another cry from the imposter as she attempted to wrench free, her gaze sweeping past the far wall in the midst of the struggle, a glimpse in the old brass mirror, finding herself entangled with none other than--Daniel?! Knocking the monstrosity to the ground amidst all the fighting, Autumn found herself quite suddenly atop a very familiar figure, though he happened to be bleeding rather profusely from the side of his mouth. She glanced up into the mirror again, as if she expected their reflections to have switched place somehow. Yet the results remained. In the mirror and on the floor, both Daniel's were exactly the same. No arcane horror anywhere in sight." Daniel?" As if she couldn't truly believe her own eyes, Autumn shuffled back, a rush of guilt and pain twisting in her heart. There was no monster. There wasneverany monster. It had been Daniel all along, and she had attacked him!" I'm so sorry, Ohio, oh, Daniel! Daniel, I don't know what's wrong with me! Am I crazy? Am I losing my mind?" She looked at him with wide, frightened guilt-ridden eyes. What if he turned into that monster again? Would she know not to attack him? Would she believe that it is truly him the way she believed it now?" I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry." She repeated herself, shaking her head, obviously becoming increasingly distraught with herself. She remained on the ground, looking equal parts devastated and disoriented, too afraid to stand up for fear of losing her senses again. (the nick where the corner of the flying office supply struck home that was leaking a trickle of blood down his cheek would beg to differ, he did have to give her props (he) for the stapler. That had been clever. It had been unexpected and had knocked his concentration enough for Autumn to put up one hell of a fight. He was happy to stay splayed out on the floor, exactly where she had put him in the tussle. His head had introduced itself rather violently to the hard wood when they struggled and he wasn't moving anywhere fast." Welcome back." He greeted her hoarsely, licking blood from his split bottom lip as he spoke. " If that worked, the good news is, I know what's happening, and we've bought ourselves some time,." He wasn't keen to get to the bad news just yet. Mind magic relied very heavily on stealth, once you knew someone was trying to dig around I'm your head, they needed much more power to do it. It wasn't the most ironclad of defenses, but luckily, Autumn wasn't going to be fighting this alone. Daniel pulled himself up to a sitting position, inching closer to his friend, but making sure to do so VERY slowly. She was still reeling, and one doubt still terrified of him, but the best defense he could conjure at the moment was information. "It's not you, It's mind magic, Autumn. The mean, quick and dirty kind," Daniel tried to keep his tone soft and comforting, stress would draw the curse back. He reached out and rested a hand lightly on her knee, ready to jerk back at the slightest sign of fear. But he needed to show strength and calm in the face of this cheap but admitting very devious and effective spell, even when the last few minutes kept replaying in his mind, a heart-crushing loop. He was blindsided by a magical sucker punch and the only thing he did was scare his friend. There was still the question of why anyone would do this, and how, but first, he needed to explain and calm her down." Think of it like some magical pissant trying to make you live in a nightmare. Now that youknowit's a nightmare, he has to back off and wait for you to drop your guard." Okay, not the best explanation, but it was real. Besides, the growing flash of the lights was bothering his headache. Wait,. None of the lights in The Lilac Moon flashed. There were rushing footfalls and shouts and the cop burst in the door. It's retrospect, it made sense. Paper thin walls and the young woman screaming in the heart of the shopping district. The cop had done just as his own training had conditioned him to do when he entered the shop. Identify the victim, the redhead on the floor in obvious distress, and secure the suspect, the male covered in wounds from someone defending themselves. It was protocol, Daniel told himself, on his knees with his hands where the officer could see them. It didn't stop him from grinding his teeth though, that last thing Daniel needed in the world right now was the police. The officer had instructed him not to move while he helped Autumn to her feet. " Want to tell me what's happened here Miss? Did this man attack you?" ("Daniel, I'm sorry." Autumn shook her head, another apology spilling from her lips as she came to her senses at last." Mind magic? Someone's gotten into my head, but how, who--" She stopped short, the realization dawning on her all at once, making her feel incredibly foolish for not having thought of it in the first place." The quartz. The gray one. The returned stone. It's owner said something felt off about it. What if he was right? What if itwascursed? Something intended for him but transferred to me when he brought it back? Or... maybe I was the intended victim all along?" Autumn didn't have time to consider this as the door to the Lilac Moon all but burst open, a small crowd of police officers filing in. Disoriented and alarmed, she allowed herself to be pulled to her feet by a familiar face, though in the heat of the moment she couldn't quite place where she knew him from. He's a cop, probably patrolled the streets nearby on occasion, she reasoned, plenty of opportunities to have spotted him in passing." What? Attack me? No. No! This is a giant misunderstanding!" If anything, shewas the one who had attacked him. Which... hopefully he wasn't going to mention that part to the police." I thought someone had broken into the shop because I heard some weird noises, probably just kids in the back alley banging on the window. When I came back out from the storeroom, my friend had come into the shop, I was still on edge from the noises, and so I panicked and reacted instinctively without realizing it was him. I screamed and knocked him down." Autumn was careful in her phrasing, not wanting to give too much away or make herself seem unstable, even though on all accounts she was quite unstable just a moment ago." We're fine, well, Daniel probably lost a few hit points, but overall, we're okay. There's nothing to be concerned with here, Officer. I'm sorry if we alarmed the neighbors." Though how the neighbors had time to call the cops and how the cops arrived on the scene within a 5-minute window was beyond Autumn. They must have been quite closely when dispatch went through. (" Guess I picked the wrong day to sneak up on my best friend, eh?" The male cop's flanking a pair of Amazon looking police woman laughed and nodded at each other, seeming to accept the circumstances as they were. Autumn must have reached them. One of them even fished out a Kleenex, so Daniel could wipe the blood off his face. Two of three votes, at least. But the male cop, gaze and hair as dark as his uniform, still stared hard at Daniel with a stark look somewhere between disgust and distaste. All in all, it wasn't a good thing. It was lowered, but he had yet to put his gun away while he glowered the other Y chromes one in the room. Call it macho posturing if you will, but Daniel didn't like being glared at like that by a stranger, a familiar one at that. He leveled the exact look at the cop and steeled himself to hold it. The cops eyebrows twitched, maybe surprise maybe annoyance, and he took a few steps forward. "I saw you, earlier today at a crime scene." The man had come close enough for Daniel to smell his cologne, it was cheap. Added to the douchebag airs, to match the slicked back hair and custom aviators clipped to his pocket. " What did you say your name was?"" I didn't, actually, I was focused on the gun near my face." Daniel shot back, taking out his wallet in slow deliberate motions. The cop dropped his gaze and Daniel read his badge. Officer Christopher Driver. Ah, well, fuck off Officer D. He drew out a card, and offered it to Officer Driver," Danny Weaver, News blogger. Nice to meet you. Here's my blog. Would you like to be credited as a source? Care to make a statement about the slaying of a beloved town icon?" To his credit, the cop didn't flinch. Cops hated the press, and the officer did get out of Daniel's face, taking a few steps back, glancing over the card before tucking it into his breast pocket and pointedly ignoring him. " It seems it his was all a miss understanding. That's a happy occurrence, in our line of work." He gave Autumn what he must have thought was a charming smile. And it might have been, if you weren't a raging jerk. Or Daniel being hateful. " I don't think we'll have to report this, with your vigilante abilities anyway, so you have a great day and don't hesitate to call again if you need anything else." If Daniel was keen on jail, he might have scoffed. He didn't, at least out loud. "You two have yourselves a goodnight." The two ladies went first, then the male and they were alone. Daniel left out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. At least her had somewhere to start hunting. The offensive stone sat on the shelf near the counter, shiny and yet smokey in a mystical appropriate way. He lifted it, feeling traces of nasty magic that made his palm itch but nothing active. Whatever spell that was there wasn't meant linger. So it was a trap after all. That told him two things. The practitioner was either young or self-taught, lacking the ability to cast a complex or lasting hex. Most curse work and hexes took weeks or months, slowly chipping away at the victim. This had the subtleties of a pipe bomb. The other thing it told him was that Autumn had been actively targeted. He told her as much, informative stuff for what it lacked in comfort. " I think you should go home. It'll have to work hard to get to you again, you should get some sleep so you can fight it off. I can drive you?" The thing that made mind magic so devious is how much it took out of you to resist. ("Did you spit in that cops coffee or what?" Autumn watched the three officers file out, her gaze following them out the window, waiting until they were safely down the street before she piped up in obvious annoyance." Seriously, he seemed like he was about ready to arrest you for breathing offensively." Making light of the situation kept Autumn from coming face to face with how terrifying it had been. As if the hallucinations weren't horrible enough, seeing a gun drawn in Daniel's direction had been even more frightening. Bullet wounds weren't nearly as easy to recover from as a busted lip would be. If anything had happened to him, she would blame herself. More so than she currently did, at least. Raking a hand through her hair, Autumn sighed, shaking her head. As her hand fell away, she moved forward, closing the distance between her and Daniel by a few inches. She wanted to reach out, to convince herself that he was real, still there, safe and sound. She wanted to pull her dorky blonde-haired companion into a hug just to be certain he wouldn't disappear if she closed her eyes. Furthermore, she didn't do either of those things though, she didn't have the nerve. Bottling up ones feelings seemed to lend itself well to suppressing them too. Sarcasm was by far the easier emotion to manage, easy to deflect with, easy to hide behind. No chance of saying something you couldn't take back if everything was a joke anyway." I'm sorry about all that, Daniel. I should have--" She shook her head, frowning, her sentence stopping short as she struggled to explain how she felt at that moment."--I should have known it was you. It had your voice, Iknewyou were the only person upstairs, but somehow I was convinced it was just a monster masquerading in your image." How much farther would she have gone to defend herself before she realized the truth? How much danger could Daniel have truly been in? She didn't want to think about that. She didn't want to imagine being responsible for any more threats to Daniel's life. As Daniel explained the intricacies of the hex, or lack thereof, her frown deepened. So she was the target here? It wasn't just coincidence or accident? This was specific, intentional, planned. Someone had gone through the trouble of picking her. Had they picked Margie too?" Do you think whoever did this is the one responsible for Margie's death?" She didn't really need to ask, it seemed almost obvious, the real question though washy? And of course, Daniel's answer was to send her home. Her own life had been threatened, and he wanted her to sit down and play it safe? She didn't have the words to express how frustrated that made her feel, nor did she have the energy apparently, because for once she actually relented." Fine. I'll go home. For now, anyway." She grumbled, making her annoyance known without offering anything in the way of a protest. She'd complain when she felt better." Give me a second to lock up?" She murmured, taking a moment to shut down the register after grabbing her keys from beneath the cash box. She'd count the drawer tomorrow, it could wait. After making sure she had all her belongings, mainly keys and wallet, Autumn turned off all the lights, set the alarm and followed Daniel out of the shop, locking the door behind her." After you?" She smirked with a grandiose gesture, almost comical in design, barely masking how awful she felt beneath the thin veil of calm she clung to. ("He was at the scene this afternoon." Daniel replied, absentmindedly, watching the unformed authorities take their leave. He remembered the guy's sunglasses. There had been an awkward amount of staring at that meeting too. He rand his thumb over his lip a few times, makes sure the bleeding had stopped. It had. He wasn't going to dwell on it, he had run ins with the cops before. Unfortunately, police tended to respond to sudden fires, explosions and other kinds of disasters that came with magical fallout. " Bit of a dick, but I would be suspicious on me too, under the circumstances,." He listened to the apologize for only a second. This is the kind of thing he hated about practitioners versus regular folk. In hindsight, it was always could have, would have, should have. Even if these forces were completely out of the control of regular people, they always felt like they could have done something more, when most wizards would be hard-pressed to defend themselves. He wasn't quite sure what Autumn saw when she looked at him before, but it was enough for her to fight for her life." Hey." He ducked his head, twisting and catching her averted, nervous gaze and holding it. " Don't do that. I wouldn't have been able to fight it if someone sucker-punched me like that. It wasn't you. Got it?" he nodded with his own statement, getting brave and reaching over to cup the side of her cheek. She was pale, and frightened, but alive and well, and he intended to keep it that way. By any means necessary. Council orders or no, this was personal and getting more so by the second. First the woman who was basically the neighborhood grandmother and now his best friend. And they had uncovered that it was targeted as well. He smiled gratefully when she begrudgingly agreed to head home for the night. They would have better chances in the morning. Speaking of which she had mentioned an item that had been returned, A stone maybe? That would be a great focus for a curse. His gaze swept around the nearby shelves, over the glittering semi-precious stones. Purple, green, turquoise, ... Grey! He dropped his hand and moved to the shelf, investigating while she did what she had to shut down for the night. The stone laid on a scrap of cloth, and he used it to it up, carrying it over to the counter and dropping it back into the returned bag. Both the stone and the bag might be able to help. When she met him outside, she seemed to have gathered a bit of her usual humor back. Or she was trying very hard. He cocked an eyebrow and smirked. "And they say Chivalry is dead." he teased back lightly in a shamefully girly falsetto, before making his way to the car. His long legs brought him to the vehicle first, and he got to open the passenger side door for her. Turnabout. Autumn's place wasn't terribly far. He would take her right inside, make her a cup of hot chocolate, wrap her in the softest blanket he could find and go home and start with the tracking spells. This way he could come pick her up in the morning too. Check her safety, escort her to work. Call him paranoid but,. No. That was exactly it, he was very paranoid. ("I guess I can understand his suspicion, but still..." Was it normal for the same cop to appear at two different crime scenes in completely different parts of town? To be fair, it wasn't as if it was a large area. It wouldn't take terribly long to get from one end to the other. Did policemen patrol different routes like that? Autumn quickly realized that she didn't actually know much about police protocol. Daniel was the expert there, among other things. When he cradled her cheek in the palm of his hand, she allowed herself a few scarce seconds to close her eyes, a hand of her own moving to rest atop his and offering him a gentle squeeze." It wasn't me. Got it." She repeated his words back at him, though a flicker of worry remained in her gaze. A faint smile played on her lips, but there was no ignoring the knit of concern in her brow. Autumn Wood didn't usually frighten quite so easily, but there was nothingusualabout this situation. Releasing his hand, she reluctantly pulled away and continued shutting the store down, glancing out of the corner of her eye as he gathered the stone and its bag. Good. He could keep it for all she cared. Even if she was just being superstitious, she didn't want it around, in her shop, on her person or otherwise. By the time they made their way to his car, a smirk playing on her lips from his joke about chivalry, only for him to hold open her door in wait, she was starting to feel a bit better. The drive to her apartment was thankfully brief. Daniel had been there enough times to have figured out the shortest route. There was a longer, more scenic option, but she got the distinct feeling that neither one of them was in the mood for aesthetically pleasing delays today. By the time they pulled up to her little hole in the wall, Autumn was more than eager to get back into a place she knew would always be safe, home.(apartment was, on all accounts, perfectly normal. For someone who ran a shop specializing in the occult and arcane, the place she'd called home for the past few years bordered on nearly boring by stark comparison. There was the usual excessive bits of color here and there that anyone with her upbringing would be prone to, found in her choice of furniture or throw pillows; And she always seemed to have more plants and more books than she'd ever need; and although she'd likely deny it vehemently if you ever questioned her on it, she did in fact occasionally burn incense. But apart from that, or perhapsbecauseof it, her home was a perfectly welcoming space to anyone as extreme as her parents or as plain as her mailman. Unlocking the door in one fluid movement, Autumn stepped in, listening briefly for the sound of the door swinging shut as Daniel followed. Tossing her keys aside, Autumn watched them slide across the coffee table and nearly fall off before coming to a sharp halt at the edge, hmm, lucky. Exhaling on a long sigh, the weary auburn-haired woman took a long moment to stretch a bit before padding towards the kitchen. Her lilted tones called out over her shoulder, offering a half-glance in Daniel's direction." Make yourself comfortable. After a day like this, I'm having a glass of wine. And you..." She paused, her tone sinking into someplace guilty as she turned to look at him,"-are having a disappointing evening." She finished, having already gathered two wine glasses and set them down on a counter in the kitchen." You... can't drink on the job, can you?" She inquired with her back to him once more. One hand had already plucked a half-full bottle off a high-shelf beside the fridge, fingertips dancing over the cork, ready to pull it free any moment now. She waited for his answer for only a second or so before pulling the cork free and filling her own glass with a light-colored substance. A common white wine from the looks of it, Riesling, if the bottle was any indication." Or would one drink be the end of the world? Keep me company a little while longer?" If the nervous aversion of her gaze was any indication, Autumn was still feeling a bit off from the day's events. Being alone wasn't something she wanted to do right now. Not yet, anyway. Not while she still didn't quite feel like herself. It was a strange feeling... losing herself like that. Even now that the chaos of the moment was over, she still felt... vulnerable. She didn't like it. She was supposed to be the clever one, the forward one, the trouble making one. Now she didn't feel like any of those things. She just wanted everything to go back to normal, back to the way it had always been. Maybe she'd feel better after the wine. (always loved the feeling of stepping into Autumns apartment. It was like slipping on a soft comfy sweater when the chill of late got just a bit too much to handle. It was bright, sadly lacking all the hoax charm of her parents place, but it was still like a second home. As he slid across the threshold, he held his breath for a moment, more of a habit than anything else. He knew he was welcome here, and stepping inside wouldn't rob him of his magic. Not that he should need it for drinks and chats, but as he said before, he was very paranoid. Closing the door behind him, Daniel made sure to toe off his shoes before wandering towards her living room. He liked to scan her ever-growing library and try to pick out which books were new every time he came to visit. Men; The Unnecessary Accessory looked new, as diddly: 15 Easy Renovations Under $1,000. Smirking to himself, he took the first on off the self and turned it round before placing it back in its spot. He turned his gaze to the various pots ad planters around the room. Her plants were always hearty to the point of being a touch overgrown, with all the leaves and flowers. It was the result for an overabundance of love and tending. She was a nurturer at heart. It was part of the reason her shop did so well. Sure, she could posture and roll her eyes as much as she wanted, but she loved the little space. It was meticulously cleaned, and she had every bit of paperwork filed and set in color coded binders, for any sort of occasion. He turned at the sound of the cork coming out of the bottle with a wistful look. This was all very appropriately homey. If he let his mind wander a bit, he could imagine that they had just come home from work, tired but satisfied. His wife was pouring a glass of something sweet, to take the edge off while the dog (In his mind, it was always something that ended in -doodle, labrodoodle at the moment. Brown, unbelievably fluffy, an anniversary present maybe?) played by her feet. They would take their glasses and curl up under and afghan, queuing up something cheesy on Netflix before they squabbled over who would cook dinner, ... No. Nope. He rubbed at is eyes to dislodge the image. That was solidly enough of that. He didn't get luxuries like that. Most wizards led solitary lives for a reason. Hell, at this point all he knew for sure was some of his loved ones were being targeted by a warlock. Association with a practitioner might be the motive. She was in danger just by being his friend,. Damn, he needed that rink after all." It's that the perk of having a weird job? A drink at the end of the night is almost a part of it!" He joked, coming to the counter as well and picking up the glass of wine she wasn't nursing and slowed half of it in one enthusiastic gulp. It was sweet, almost sickeningly so, but white wine always got the job done. " God damn, Autumn, that's alcoholic sugar-water. One glass and I'll get diabetes." But there was an easy discourse between them that was calming, despite the chaos they had stepped out of not even an hour ago. The hex stone was still in the trunk of his car, and if he was being honest, he didn't want to think about it right now." So, how close are you to telling the parents about Aster and Caster?" he snickered, knowing that she hadn't even considered telling the folks. Badgering her about silly things always felt normal and god knows they both needed some normal. (Daniel complained about the sugary drink, Autumn rolled her eyes, smirking in obvious amusement. Leave it to Daniel to whine about a free drink." If it's so unbearable then by all means, have water instead. You know where the fridge is." Her preference in wine was always of the much sweeter variety than the bitter stuff. No point in drinking something you weren't going to enjoy. If she wanted to get drunk quickly without regard for taste, there were harder alcohol's for that. As if his teasing about her choice of beverage wasn't enough to make her shake her head, he had to bring up Aster and Caster along with it?" Ugh. I'm tempted to not tell them at all. Just change the name and let them find out next time they visit. Maybe try and insist it had been that way forage sand everyone loved it and oh, I'd lose customers if I dared change it back. Would that be awful of me? Probably." The grin on her lips twitched a little as she took a long sip of her drink. It was nice to try and pretend everything was fine, but the nagging thought in the back of her mind reminded her rather insistently that everything wasnotfine at all. Margie was dead. Autumn herself had been a target of a hex...thing. There was no telling who would be next, or if the perpetrator was the same individual for each attack, or if they'd just keep trying to get to Autumn until she was dead too. Downing her drink until it was emptied, Autumn refilled her glass and sighed, worrying thoughts plaguing her mind no matter how much she tried to ignore them. If someone was targeting people like her and Margie, what would they do if they found out about Daniel? He was the real magic-user here. She just played one for fun. If they were willing to kill a little old lady just for reading tea leaves on the side, what would they do to an actual wizard? As she considered this notion, her gaze flickered towards Daniel, brow knit with concern. If something happened to him... no. She didn't want to think about that. She didn't want to imagine what her life would be like if Daniel were wrenched from it. Those kinds of thoughts weren't productive. If anything, Daniel was more capable than she or Margie combined. He was the one with the skill to defend himself, but what if that very skill put a giant target on his back? What if he was in more danger than she'd been to begin with?" Daniel, I--" Autumn stopped short, exhaling sharply and taking another long drink of her wine. It didn't make her feel any braver, but at least it bought her a few seconds worth of time. How hard was it to tell him how she felt? I'm worried about you. I care about you. Furthermore, I don't want anything bad to happen to you. I love you." I just wanted you to know that... you're important to me, is all." No. It wasn'ttall. It wasn't nearly all. Furthermore, it wasn't even close tall. Between the two of them, she'd always been the one with more bravado, a bit more reckless, a lot more carefree. Yet somehow, in all this time, she'd never had the nerve to--no. No. She wasn't going to ketone frightening experience dictate her emotions. But--it wasn't as if she didn't care about Danielbeforethe terrifying hallucinations happened. But the thought of losing Daniel without him ever knowing how she felt was horrifying. Almost just as horrifying as the thought of potentially losing herself and hurting Daniel more, far beyond a mere busted lip... Sighing, Autumn sunk down into a chair at the kitchen table, finishing her second glass of wine and looking all the world as if she'd just been told Halloween was canceled that year. Disappointed. Frustrated. Dejected. Years of crushing her own feelings had made it damn near impossible to act on them when she actuallywantedto." Do you ever feel like there's something really important you should tell someone? ... But it never feels like it's the right time to say it?" She mused, her gaze settling on the bottle of wine as her free hand turned it in place a few times, glancing over the ingredients list and nutritional contents as if she held any sort of interest in such things. Anything to avoid looking at Daniel, at least for a moment. She wondered if this would be something she'd regret; not telling him. If he was targeted next, if he was killed like Margie, would she be able to live with the fact that she didn't say it? Never once said it? But what if he just thought she was saying it because of circumstance? People do strange things when they think their life is in danger. What if he didn't believe her? Would it all be for nothing? A worse thought... What if he didn't feel the same? Wouldn't it ruin everything between them? Wasn't it better to just be friends and never risk losing that friendship over a one-sided confession? She could play the 'what if' game until she was blue in the face, but it wouldn't change anything, would it? Standing just as quickly as she'd sat down, Autumn bustled towards the sink with the emptied glass, washing it out and hanging it on an overhead rack to dry. She took her time gathering a dishtowel to dry off her own hands, her back to him, breath becoming shallow. She was stalling. Furthermore, she was always stalling. Furthermore, she'd never have the nerve, brave and bold Autumn, somehow completely incapable of telling the most important person in her life that he waste most important person in her life." I love you." She blurted it out, sharply, without thinking, almost as if she were angry about it, almost as if she were swearing at him. Draping the dishtowel over the edge of the sink, she turned back, arms crossed over her chest as she leaned back against the counter, gaze tense and worried, almost looking guilty, as if she'd just done something wrong." I just... wanted you to know that. I know it's bad timing, I--I didn't really expect to tell you, it's just--" She stopped short again, one hand moving to cover her face, feeling a flush of heat spread across her skin. No, no, no, she didn't blush! She never blushed! Why now?! Could this moment get any more awkward?" I-I'm sorry, I don't mean to make things weird. You can just pretend I didn't say that. Do you want more wine? I think I could use more wine." At this rate, she'd probably open another bottle. (at her comeback, Daniel shrugged. "Why hydrate myself when I can raise my blood sugar and lower my inhibitions? When in Rome, right?" Though he was maybe interested in less frilly drinks if he had his pick of the bar, Daniel wasn't going to be giving up his glass any time soon. It might be sugar water, but it hit the spot after a long day and had alcohol in it, so it was good enough for now. That, and it made an excellent taste backdrop for teasing Autumn. He shook his head, draining the rest of his cup in a protective gesture and refilling it slightly as she talked. " Tell them you found the name while you were on the Astral Plane, Mum would love that." He offered unhelpfully, with a smirk. Autumn's mother adored metaphysics, every holiday visit came with a chakra cleansing and an aura reading, which Daniel ironically enjoyed every single time. She was getting oddly good at. Aster and Caster, Really? She sounded like someone who went door to door selling cure-all potions and buy one, get one free spells. The Aster part made sense with her ironically green thumb but the Caster bit? It must just be for the witch habits of the shop and its patrons because the only actual caster she knew were Olivia and himself,. Which is not a thought that should have made his heart swell like that. No, it was a family business, The Lilac Moon was selling dowsing crystals and bundles of sage to witches before he could properly thread a spell together. Damn Daniel, what a self-centered guy you are. Unfortunately, the comfortable silence that always fell after the light banter fell much heavier that usual. It was very obvious that the two of them were using the wine and company to seek a port in the storm after today. They had both lost a friend today and the small, enclosed sense of safety that they had up until today had been shaken right off its foundation. If he was being completely honest with himself, he was just relived that after whatever horror that the warlock had forced on his best friend, she still wanted to be within 100 yards off him. It had been his greatest fear for as long as he was a practitioner, that because of his abilities, he would end up all alone. Through danger or others fearful of what they don't understand or what he couldn't explain, in the end, he would be alone, isolated, fighting a war he knew who person couldn't win, magic or not. Her voice pulled him out of this particular train of though, gaze snapping up, and he smiled weakly at her for it. Always there when he needed her. Looking at her, something other than the alcohol made his mouth go dry. Autumn was struggling with something, he could see it by the look on her face. He hated this, the anxious set of her shoulders, her lips pressed together so tightly they lost color. She started to talk and then went back to her drink, seemingly out off frustration. Something in his brain began to panic as he watched her sink into a chair. Her sentence, while sweet, held the air of a sweet relief before a bitter jab. She was his best friend, but today had been hard. She was probably scared. Of him. Of any magic. She cared about him, she had just said as much and years were hard to forget, but was she going to ask him to leave? Politely suggest he lose her number? Request he tells her parents he was moving away and stop drawing all this conflict into what was already her busy personal life? He couldn't say that he would blame her at all. He had tried to give up magic before, when he got scared and lonely, the specter of a solitary crusade being his only future had frightened him into nearly appearing to the Council to beg their help, but the threat of darkness in the world, and standing in the gap for others who couldn't keep him on course. His grasp on the glass was too tight, as he gulped down what he had in the glass, eyes darting back and forth in a slightly desperate attempt to gather information. He might have to only see this place again in his memories. She went to the sink in a flurry of movement, and instinctively he trailed after her at a respectful distance. " Yes,. But I've always preferred to hear the truth, ... good or bad." Tough talk, considering his hands were shaking. He set the glass down to avoid dropping it. When she turned back to him, he balled his hands up and shoved them in the pockets of his jeans. Was this it? Would she let him give a hug? Just to say goodbye? And when she snapped out the phrase he least expected to hear, Daniel did, for a moment, gape at her like a fish. He had been so ready to do his job, to clean up the fallout from a magic mess, to make a quick and graceful exit. It was a very inelegant response, peppered with sputtered words that were begun in surprise and left with confusion. " I,. You,. That's..." he forced his way to stunned silence and watched as a charming, but uncharacteristic blush overtook her, and she hid her face in embarrassment. Daniel Weber, Master of seduction. Unsure of when he decided to act, he felt his feet moving forward, closing the distance. He wasn't sure who was in control here, because his heart was beating out of his chest and in any other situation, the skittishness and overcautiousness that plagued him in every other instance would have sent him into a panic and out the nearest door. But he still stood before her." Autumn." His voice didn't crack or shake, that probably surprised the both of them. His hand came up and drew away the hand that was covering her face gently. Somewhere, in the very back of his mind, he knew what he was doing. As awkward, nervous and hesitant as he could be in his day-to-day life, his training had made him sharp and decisive in a fight. Seconds typically made the distinction between life and death. He was shocked and terrified, but this felt like a fight for his future, his happiness. He couldn't think his way out of this. Furthermore, he was kissing her before he knew it was happening. Furthermore, he was caught up in the sensation, the softness of rose petal lips with the sugar sweet taste of the wine, the warm flush of her face as his thumb ran across her cheek, the cool counter top under the hand holding his weight against the counter as he leaned towards her. This was not what they should be doing, but it felt like the only way to save his sanity at this point. It wasn't like he wasn't frightened of everything that was happening, but one instant it was all okay. When they paused for a second, to catch breath or come to their senses, he pulled back only long enough to say," I apologize now, right?" he laughed breathing, still feeling giddy from the mix of her perfume, the incense from the store and the tingle of her lips. If this was the way he said goodbye, it would hurt, but it was worth it. (were a handful of things Autumn expected Daniel to do when she confessed how she actually felt for him. Turn around and leave, maybe ask if she was joking, maybe even accept her diversion and ignore the topic completely. All of those things seemed like fairly rational, reasonable responses. So when she heard him approach, she was, quite justifiably rather surprised. One warm hand tugged hers away from her face, revealing the flush of Scarlett spread across her skin like wildfire, and the way her eyes flickered nervously away, averting his gaze with a shyness quite uncommon for someone as boisterous and as noisy as Autumn Wood." Daniel--" She meant to protest, or maybe to apologize, but whatever words she'd planned on saying were lost in the warmth of his mouth finding hers. Bright green eyes widened once in surprise, pupils dilating with shock, only for Autumn to quickly shut them tight, willing herself to give in to the moment for however brief it might be. One hand found itself entangled in Daniel's mess of curls, using the momentum of a gentle tug to pull him in closer, desperately seeking to deepen the kiss just a bit more. When he pulled back, she dove in, capturing his lips in a single eager, forward motion that seemed much more akin to Autumn's usual fire spirit. A quiet noise of approval escaped her throat in the act, spilling past her lips and humming through the air between them, soft yet noticeable in the otherwise inescapable silence of the room. Every ragged breath she took, she breathed in his scent, so painfully familiar and yet so very different at that moment. This was so much more than the faint smell of coffee and parchment and ink stained fingertips. This was more intense than any argument they could have had, any late night conversation lain awake and staring at the stars, in that single moment, words were simply not enough, they would not do, not at all. By the time Daniel pulled back, without Autumn pulling him in again, they were both varying degrees of breathless, though Autumn got the distinct feeling her skin was considerably more red than Daniel's was. She felt quite dizzy and there was no possible way it was from the wine. Well, maybe it could be little bit from the wine. She had consumed two glasses in a rather short span of time. Exciting and exhilarating follow-up activities probably didn't help though. When Daniel inquired to whether or not he apologizes, Autumn shook her head, speaking between soft gasps of breath that she hoped weren't too noticeable,'No apologizes! No! Definitely not! If you apologize I'll make bad puns!" Autumn threatened, the one hand moving away from Daniel's hair, caressing his neck, his cheek, before coming to rest on his shoulder." Oh, oh! No, I got it! Better plan--well, threat, really--plan, we'll go with plan." A sly grin spread across Autumn's lips as she rested her free hand on Daniel's hip and danced in place, neither foot moving, but her upper half bounced from side to side in a teasing, repetitive rhythm." How hard would you cringe if I started singing 'I put a spell on you' from Focus Focus? Like, are we talking mild roll of the eyes, wince-cringing? Or more like full body spasms?" (for all the things he had seen in his life, it was difficult for Daniel to reconcile the image in front of him, a slightly breathless beautiful redhead, lips plump and red from the energetic kissing and sporting a bedroom eyes grin that would easily cripple a faerie enchantment, with the sentence that just came out of her mouth. It was like she had kissed him then dumped ice cubes down the back of his shirt. Which, when he gave it some thought, was a decidedly Autumn thing to do. The seductive twist of her body just inches from his was slightly hampered by the threat of her breaking out in witch show tunes from beloved childhood classics. He was quite unaware that there was a middle ground between horny and horrified. It might just be the worst discovery of the day. Daniel made another inelegant sound, somewhere between a laugh and a groan." I might entreat an elder goddess to just take me now if you did that. It might actually work too," he added, with a cocked brow. There was plenty of stuff in the kitchen he could use for a summoning. He wouldn't mind serving Segment for a year in exchange for a speedy getaway. It hardly rang true given how wide he was grinning but he at least had to try. If he wasn't making some sort of joke, his nervousness would take over and he might actually flee the apartment. Possibly through the nearest window. It might ruin the mood that only took several years of bashful flirting, a black magic attack and half a bottle of wine to break the ice. That was a depressing reminder of my they were in this (admittedly surprising and very welcome) situation in the first place. Someone was attacking with back magic, and now they had attacked his-. Well. If it wasn't personal before, it was now. It was another wash of sobering cold like the magic he threw at monsters and meddlers. He was coming off the giddy high that came from this sort of thing. Autumn would laugh if he told her how long it had been since he'd held someone's hand or been kissed. He didn't live in a convent or anything, but "News Blogger" didn't really catch a ton of feminine attention. And "Wizard" sounded like he had missed a few vital doses of important, multi-syllable medications. That and his bookish, overcautious training wasn't exactly lining up paramours. Besides, Who needed them, when he'd always had Autumn by his side? A constant flame in the darkness, to use a completely unoriginal analogy. A sharp comment when he thought instead of spoke, a shove from behind when he hesitated. He'd been in love with her ever since they were children. A summer's day. Olivia taking him to the beach the first time as a young child and his fear of the crashing ocean. Another mother, in a massive sun hat, blue circle sunglasses and a fringe bikini came down to meet them, holding the hand of a little girl in a polka dot swimsuit. Olivia tried to introduce him to the pair, but his terrified gaze was lock on the water just feet from them. With a happy squeal the girl let go of her mothers hand and ran to the edge of the water. Daniels heart leap into his mouth and he ran forward to drag her back. But fear stopped him when the roar of surf crashed. He began to shake, breath hitching. He didn't want to cry at the beach. Then a small hand took his, he looked down to see the largest, most vibrant green eyes he'd ever seem, framed by wisps of fiery hair. She smiled. " Let's go play!". He loved the ocean ever since, going there in his mind when it all got too much. Even states, worlds away, She always kept him grounded. And now,. He looked down at her, his Autumn. His best friend in the entire world. As sassy as ever, he leaned down to kiss her forehead, then her cheek. " I'll listen to you sing anything you want once I finish my investigation, okay? Just not Wicked." Anything but that. As much as wanted to stay here all night, there was still a killer on the loose. He couldn't afford to sip wine and kiss in her kitchen. The look on her face before, back in the shop. He wasn't going to rest until he found this person. The Council had spoken. He had his orders. He had to complete them or suffer the backlash." I have nevernotwanted to stay this in my life," and god did he mean it. He would like nothing better to just scoop her up, legs wrapping around his waist as he carried to the sofa, and they could gt back to the kissing thing, but," I should, ... get home." He had to push the words out to get them there. ("No one is taking you anywhere without me, Goddess or not." Autumn smirked, leveling her gaze at Daniel in an attempt to look Stoic, if only to mask the swell of unfamiliar anxiety lingering just below the surface of her consciousness. Feelings of embarrassment and hesitation were hardly ones that she found herself face to face with on any semiregular basis. Put her in a room with Daniel and a love confession, however, and suddenly the shoe seemed to be on the other foot. When he reluctantly implied he ought to get home, Autumn agreed a little too readily. Much as she'd enjoyed the kissing, and good god had she enjoyed the kissing, they did have more important matters at hand. Margie's killer wasn't about to hand himself in, after all. Someone was still out there. Targeting innocent people like Margie, people like Daniel, people like herself. Even as quickly as she'd swear no one was taking him anywhere, she knew she couldn't hold him back either. While the thought of letting Daniel go off on his own without her didn't exactly sit quietly in the back of her mind, Autumn wasn't entirely sure what could be said in order to protest. She wasn't areal witch, she just played the role. Daniel was the one with actual abilities; gifts and skills in the places where she set card tricks and flowery words alight. Sure, she could talk the talk, but at the end of the day, he was the one with actual power. All she could do was trick a room into giving her the credit for it." For the record, Thought Wicked was an excellent piece of artistry. Might have to drag you to it one of these days." Autumn smirked, a meager attempt to regain her composure after events that had her feeling considerably more flustered than... well, ever." But yeah, I understand. Go kick some ass. Or maybe just try and get some sleep. If either of those seem like a thing you can manage tonight." She smirked, offering a playful gibe in his direction and wondering if he'd notice the way the smile didn't quite reach her eyes. There was still a vast amount of worry swimming in those murky green depths. If something were to happen to Daniel, witch or not, there would be hell to pay for it. Reluctantly, she pulled herself away from him and started towards the door. If she didn't see him out, she might not let him leave." Let me know when you're home safe?" She glanced back at him as one hand rested on the knob, a reluctant tug of the smooth, cold metal beneath her fingertips, the wooden door budging an inch or so from its frame, squeaking in quiet protest. She didn't want him to go. Not now. Not after everything that had just transpired between them. How could she confess like that and let him walk out the door by himself? Knowing someone was out there attacking people just like him? Attacking imposters like her? Attacking little old ladies with tea-stained porcelain cups and various books on dream interpretation lining their shelves? How could she just let him go? She faltered. Her free hand shot out, pushing the door shut again as she spun to rest her back against it, one hand still clutching the handle, piercing mint eyes settling on him." Are you really going to be okay by yourself?" It wasn't a question, but rather a demand. This was Daniel of all people. Between the two of them, if anyone was liable to commit murder, it was Autumn, not Daniel." I saw that note. It fell out of your pocket." She raised a hand, to stop him from speaking, before he could even say a word,"Don't pretend you have no idea what I'm talking about, or that it isn't yours. After everything we've been through, you owe me honesty, Daniel. Besides, you can't bullshit a bullshitter. It's literally my job." She paused for a split-second, letting her words sink in a moment before pressing on,"Identify. Find. Kill. Sound familiar?" Her brow furrowed, shoulders tensing slightly at the thought. Daniel wasn't a killer. ... Right? This was the first time he'd received those kinds of orders, wasn't it? But... would it be the only time? Was he really going to go through with it? Could he?" What are you going to do?" Autumn demanded, her grip on the knob of the door tightening. She wasn't letting him walk off into the middle of the night without giving her some answers first. Daniel -(laughed at her comment, and the fact that she was tough enough to try a put on a brave face after all this. All he wanted was a bath, a drink and maybe a good cry. Little Miss Spitfire here wanted to relieve stress by arguing with an elder Goddess. Autumn would, and in some cases that might not be a bad idea. She might even win. Scary, awesome thought. Talk about some bragging rights. Sirs, He would say with a bit of a flourish, stepping aside to reveal the stunning redhead to the group of magical curmudgeons in black bathrobes, muttering and harrumphing to each other, I understand you want to keep magic between magic folk but let me introduce you to the woman who bitched out Hera and won. She responds well to shiny gifts and applause.HA. The Council would fall right out of their robes, which,. Ugh. Ew. never mind. Long story short, it was very cool, very hot boast. He gives her a little squeeze, kneading her shoulders a little to undo the knots he could feel when he hugged her. She was about as tired and flustered as he was and still probably a little scarred. What he wouldn't give to be able to just stay, make her a cup of strong tea and just be frightened and exhausted together, like proper couples. Oh, wow, is that what they were now? That was a shift. That change would come with a horrible set of new dangers. No, stay at the moment. Autumn was on about musicals again. He should be paying attention to that." Tell you what? If were alive by your next birthday, I'll buy the tickets myself alright? And I won't even wear ear plugs." Dammit, what was with this woman and magic-based musicals. But a promise was a promise, and if it was what he had to do, he would go do his messy work and come back in time for the opening curtain. Because he promised Autumn he would. And Daniel was a man of his word." I promise I will,." he nodded vigorously as they moved through the apartment, his mind already far away, thinking about the things that he had to do tonight as he watched her ponytail swish back and forth. A bunch of research, an anti-hex and sealing circle to throw that stone in and maybe even the start of a tracking potion? He might have to dip into Olivia's lab for supplies for all of that. Also why wasn't the door opening? The reason, he found, calling on the years of intense study and focus spend with terrifying German woman he called his mother, was because Autumn was standing in front of it. The look on her face sudden fierce. The look was fixed on him, and before he could react further, she began talking. His eyes grew like saucers as she rattled off the list of concerns and what nearly became accusations. She had found the note from the council? Taken it after he dropped it?! He reflexively took a step back, feeling a cold chill creeping up from his stomach to his chest. Like one of his beloved icy spells had recoiled. " Honesty." he breathed, a sad sound that burgeoned on a scoff. She had stolen from him, something secret and private, and she was demandinghebe honest wither? He took a steadying breath. " I need that back, Autumn." Danial said, slowly and firmly, holding out his hand for his property. "Magic has a ton of rules. Firstly, Thou Shalt not Kill." He kept his gaze within the middle distance, not sure if he wanted to meet her gaze just yet. This hurt. " These rules need to be upheld. So when practitioners break them, conjure up monsters, screw with creatures out of their depth, or misuse magic, lethal or otherwise, people like me have to clean it up." He had to look away now. Instead of his beloved Autumn, Daniel told all his very sternly to a decorative vase by the door. " Usually, I chase down evil critters, wrangle teenage witches who can't control powers, generally put things back together. But I'm still in training." Apparently, not anymore. What a fucking way to get a promotion. " Someone's killing people. With vicious, hateful magic. It our, ... my,. Job to find them," he glanced up, finally meeting her eyes," and I have orders to make sure they don't kill anyone else." He swallowed hard. " Olivia, ... isn't here to help them. So it's my job now." He didn't want to think about Olivia right now. She hadn't gotten in touch with him for a few weeks now. And so the task was assigned to her apprentice. No one was coming in on a stallion to help. Daniel had to step into the gap properly now. He always knew this day was coming. Olivia did too. She was always shrewd, honest and forth coming that they were taking on a lot of danger and blame to protect the balance of the world. He had trained, studied, steeled himself for thus, time to bite the bullet. No matter how much he didn't want to. " I will stop this, however I have too. That letter, permission from the Council, to use my magic however I need too,. It saves my life Autumn. If sometime happens,. The penalty would still be death, I'm not exempt, ..." It was getting hard to talk. He should get home. Its not like Autumn would still want the company of a would-be killer anyway. "My letter." Not so much a request. He was wasting time. People he loved were in danger. If they wanted real magic, he would give it to them. ("However you have to?" Autumn repeated the words, her gaze narrowing, unable to mask the full body shudder of fury and disgust that ripped through her frame at the thought of Daniel, her Daniel, killing someone in cold blood. That wasn't the kind of man he was. Or at least, that wasn't the kind of man shethoughthe was as of ten minutes ago. Maybe she didn't really know who Daniel Weber was at all. She couldn't seem to wrap her head around it. Spend more than half your life in someone's company, and you start to think you know them pretty well. Of all the things that were decidedly UN-Daniel-like, this ranked at the top of the charts." Is this what you really are? Daniel Weber, hitman for hire? Or is that just when your precious little council tells you to be? What, you mean to tell me there's no goddamn wizard prison? No Azkaban for the monsters that get out of line? Seems a little hypocritical to make murder a punishable-by-death offense, doesn't it? You don't destroy monsters by creatingmoreof them. You don't retaliate murder with more murder. I thought you had fucking standards! Compassion! I thought you were better than this!" Of all the things she'd ever said to Daniel, none of them possessed quite as much genuine bite as the words spilling past Autumn's lips now. She'd spent years of her life tossing back and forth banter with Daniel, none of her commentary was ever particularly polite, but this, this was well past civility. This wasintendedto hurt." But hey, who needs that pesky free will when you've got a bunch of hooded old men to do all the troublesome thinking for you? I could wax and wane poetic about he who looks into the abyss, and how he ought to be wary of the abyss looking back into him, but I don't think it would do you any good." Plucking the note from the depths of her pocket, Autumn thrust it back at him, hitting him square in the chest before she pulled herself away from the door, unbarring his path as the note fell from her grip and slipped to the floor at his feet." No point in warning you away from the hole, Daniel, because you aren't justlookingat the abyss. From where I'm standing, you've already gone and thrown yourself into it." Autumn wasn't being fair now and she knew it. The anger, the shock, theworryhad gotten the better of her emotions and she was lashing out in pain. This wasn't the kind of person Daniel was, and she was angry at the circumstances that had brought him to this. You don't kill someone and walk away from that moment as the same man you were when you walked into it. This was going to change the Daniel she'd fallen in love with and she wasfuriousabout it. Worse off, she didn't expect anyone willing to kill old women and hex shopkeepers would spare a second thought about trying to end Daniel's life too. One of the two was already a killer. The other one was just heading that way." Go ahead. Follow your orders, Daniel. Your precious council is watching, and I'm sure you're a very busy man, now. Best get a move on. Lots of world to save, lots of lives to end. Olivia will be proud, won't she? Is this what she expected of you? Here I thought you were a better man than that. My mistake. I guess you're not a man at all." Turning her back to him, she started back off towards the kitchen. She'd need that second bottle of wine, after all." You can see yourself out." She called behind her, refusing to look at him as she stormed off, blinking away tears the entire way. Lingering in the kitchen with too many damn feelings swarming her head, she stared at the two lonely wine glasses on the table. How different her emotions had been just a moment ago. How different the entire tone of the evening had been. This was a fucking mess. Snatching up the flute that Daniel had been drinking out of, Autumn threw it into the sink, watching as glass shattered across the metal basin, splattering droplets of stray wine in its wake. She stayed still for a while longer, desperately trying to sort through her own feelings and failing miserably to do so, before sinking down into her usual chair, one hand masking her face, one knee dragging up to cradle against her chest, her other arm draping across it." What the fuck was that, Autumn?" She muttered, hating herself for every single thing she'd just said, yet remaining entirely unwilling to pick up the phone and try and sort things out. She wouldn't expect him to answer anyway. He had other places to be. (he left the house this morning, Daniel though he had packed his steel resolve and an icy detachment to the horrors he would see on a daily basis. He was assigned to the case of a murder, after all, and a vicious one had that. He had trained for this. Furthermore, he had seen the monsters that crawled in the darkness, and felt the pain that could come with battling them. Furthermore, he had sat by Olivia's side, silent, as The Council drew together and deliberated, in hushed, gruff words. Furthermore, he had watched, young shoulders wrapped in his teacher's comforting arms to quiet the tremble as the Doom of Damocles was ordered, and the offending wizard was put to a swift death with a slice of a sword. If he had these gifts he was going to use them to fight the darkness. But there wasn't a lesson or book that he could study to prepare him for the look that crossed Autumns face. It wracked her whole body. She,. Flinched away from him, like he was dangerous. Just moments before she was held close in his arms and he had believed he could be normal, healthy,.happy. Autumn, hisAutumn, now staring him down like a judge, launched herself onto an angry tirade, spitting questions and angry comments that he couldn't possibly explain at the moment he had between one and the next if he tried. So he grits his teeth, taking deep breaths and mentally rehearsing the laying of a protective circle in his head. It was all he could do. Verbally she climbed up one side of him and down the other, and all the while he hardly breathed in his own defense. Is this what you really are? No, please, she had to understand, if there had been anyone else who could have taken his assignment,. His fingernails were pressing holes into his own palms. He could feel his throat begin to tighten, the muscles in his back straining to keep himself still and upright. I thought you were better than this! Was he any better than a monster? He had worked hard to convince himself otherwise. Years, in fact. He lived his life in the shadows, meeting others in secret and under false pretenses, lying to anyone who tried to get close. Even to Autumn. How could he even try to explain it was he job to push away the things that went bump in the night. That was insane. The letter fluttered to the ground, and Autumn pushed past him, after giving him a sharply worded invitation to Leave. She had claimed that he was looking for the abyss, but he would have been happy to just shut his eyes and pretend it wasn't there. But people were still getting hurt and just closing his eyes and humming until it went away wasn't going to work. This is why the worked in secret, on the fringe of the world, under the veil of secrets. He never should have hoped in the first place. Magical practitioners worked in solitude for a reason, hidden away from the regular folk. This wasn't Autumns world. It was dark and ugly, and he had no right to bring her into this mess. He reached down and retrieved the crumpled letter just as the sudden smash came from the kitchen. That was it. With hurried motions, he fumbled the door open and slipped down without a word. He had finally done it. Ruined the one thing he loved, his bright place in the dark. The sun outside had almost set completely, had it really been that long? Turning to the door, he waved a hand across the door, a light frost covering it, and he scrawled out another layer to the protection spells he left on her apartment with the tip of his finger. He trudged down to his car, popping the trunk with a sigh he felt in his bones. The bag that held the hexed stone sat there like the weight that sat in his chest. " Fuck you." he breathed, shoulders slumping forward. He removed the bag and slammed the trunk closed. Taking his keys from his pocket, he unlocked the doors. The wind was cooler now, and it ruffled his clothes and hair almost gently, a cool wash over his flushed face and stinging eyes. He chanced to look behind him, hoping that his friend, if that word even still applied, would be stood there, they could talk it out maybe-. Enough. The door was still shut tight. He was standing outside alone, and could just get used to it. Re-locking his car, Daniel put his keys back in his pocket and turned towards home. The walk would help clear his heart and focus his mind. " Sorry, Autumn, I wanted to be better than this," he said to the empty street before setting out for home on foot. It was well into the evening when he finally pulled himself up to the door of his apartment. A modest studio, on the top of a quiet building, Just storage space and an empty garage below him. It wasn't a mansion, but there was plenty of room for spell craft and supplies. Living alone had the added benefit of being a sanctuary. He was exhausted as he dropped the protective wards and unlocked his door, though he had stopped crying a while ago. That felt a little better. He kicked of his shoes, threw the bag into the sink and went to his room. Fishing his cellphone out of his pocket he checked it and wasn't surprised to find nothing. No Calls from Olivia, as usual. No texts from Autumn, which would have been a long shot anyway. He was alone. Using a bit of chalk and an old candle, Daniel scrawled out a crude tracking spell and pushed a bit of will into it. He took the stone out of the bag with a set of kitchen tongs, set it in a pile of salt inside the circle and lit the candle. The flame burned low, and would roar to life and glow blue when it was finished. The whole process took about another hour and after a shower and mouthful of leftovers, Daniel hopefully checked his cellphone again. Nothing. With a last glance at the candle without any changes, Daniel threw up his hands and stormed out. The bottle on top of the fridge was an old whiskey, a burning comfort in the darkened empty house. With the taste on tongue, Daniel fell into fitful sleep on top of the covers. Maybe he could sleep off this day. (was halfway through that second bottle of wine before she switched back to water and decided, albeit reluctantly and with a very slight bit of stumbling, to clean up the damn glass in the sink. She remembered it shattering more than it actually had, however, as she plucked up one or two chunks and tossed them in the bin. She offered the shards one last forlorn glance before flushing the sink with water and allowing the tinier shards to swirl down the drain, likely becoming the problem of her local public waste facility in a day or so. Whatever. She was certain worse things than glass had found their way into the septic system of their little town. There wasn't enough alcohol in the city to fix how awful Autumn felt right then, but maybe a night of fitful sleep would help the fight blow over. She could wake up in the morning, pretend she hadn't just kicked him out of her apartment and... what? Look the other way while he went off to slaughter people on the side? No. That wouldn't do. No amount of sleeping it off was going to change the fact that his council of old men in Hogwarts attire had ordered him to kill someone, and he agreed to do it. You tell the fucking cops that an old man in a wizard hat told you to kill someone, and they take you to an asylum, if you'relucky, they don't pat you on the back for a job well done. With a frustrated sigh, Autumn padded towards the bathroom, peeling off her clothes as she went, wondering if the world's coldest shower would sober her up a little. The auburn-haired imitation-witch lasted approximately three minutes beneath the icy jets before turning the water to damn near boiling hot instead. With her head bowed, she rested her hands on either side of the wall with the shower head between them, feeling the hot water soak her hair and slide down her back. She told herself she was just trying to summon up the energy to bathe, but the truth was that the water was just a convenient method of hiding the tears streaming down her face. Her right hand balled into a fist, rising from and falling back down against the wall in a weak punch." Damn it, Daniel! God fucking damn it! What check, DANIEL!" She cursed his name as if it made any difference. As if it could undo the night's events. As if she hadn't just experienced whiplash of the heart between telling him she loved him and then literally wrenching herself away a moment later. This was not how the night was supposed to go!THIS was not how her god-damn moment ofconfessionwas supposed to go!" What the fuck, Autumn." Her tone softened to a sad sigh, the hand that had balled into a fist fell loose once more. The anger giving way to grief again, and she was running out of places to hide the blame. Reluctantly, Autumn finished up her shower, actually having to put in more effort than she'd have liked into the 'showering' part before turning off the water and scowling as she darted down the hall in a towel. She redressed into a shirt she was pretty fucking sure she'd stolen from Daniel a few months ago, because of course that's the first thing she'd pick out in a half-drunken stupor, before deciding that clothing was too much effort and going to bed half-naked qualified as an adult thing to do. Before settling down for the night, Autumn located her cell phone, scouring through her missed texts, disappointed to see that none of them were from Daniel. Everyone and their mother had something to say, but none of them were people she particularly cared to talk to right then. Her thumb swiped across the screen to where Daniel's messages were stored. They seemed light-hearted, teasing, playful. Just earlier that day everything was... normal. If she just closed her eyes and looked the other way, things could binormal again, couldn't they? All she had to do was pretend his hands were clean, that the blood he inevitably spilled would wash away without a single regret, that he would be exactly the same man in the end as he was in the beginning. Was that the price she paid for donuts and jokes and wine-flavored kisses? Pretending he was the same man? Was that what he would have to do too? Autumn's fingers moved across the screen, tapping out a message and immediately erasing it again. No, no, no. Nothing she had to say would change what had happened and nothing she wanted to say was going to come out right in a half-drunken stupor. Better to just sleep and gather her thoughts in the morning. Settling into bed, Autumn plugged in her phone to charge, half-hoping for one last message from Daniel, yet knowing it would never arrive. Somehow, despite her current distressed state, Autumn was unconscious damn near the moment her head hit the pillow. The faint sound of footsteps creaking along the hallway stirred Autumn slightly, she blinked away, tilting her head towards the empty doorway. She was imagining things, right? Daniel had gone home, and with the way she'd cussed him out, the memories of which had immediately come flooding back the second she'd opened her eyes, he definitely wasn't going to make another appearance in the same night. A glance at the clock on her bedside table revealed the time as being a bit past two o'clock in the morning. The alcohol had worn off, leaving Autumn with a clearer head, if someone sleep-addled, but there was no chemical fog to hide her feelings behind now. She didn't want to think about Daniel right now. Keeping an ear out for the sound and finding only silence, Autumn chalked it up to a fading dream upon waking, and laid back down, closing her eyes once more. The crash that came from the kitchen was enough to make her jolt upright, wide-eyed and short of breath, quite certain that she wasn't dreaming now. Great. Someone or something was in her house and she was half-naked and unarmed. Slipping out of bed as quietly as she could manage, she tugged on a pair of shorts left lying on the floor and slipped into some sandals tucked away by the door. That solved the half-naked part, but she still didn't have weapon. A frantic glance in the dark and Autumn found herself armed with a sturdy ceramic vase that was heavier than it looked, a feng shui inspired gift from her parents. If they knew she'd removed it from the west side of her bedroom, they'd be appalled. But unfortunately in cases like break-in's, her environmental harmonization was just going to have to deal. Peering around a corner, Autumn caught a shadow just as it slid from one doorway to the next, slinking along at an inhuman speed with an odd amount of limbs trailing in its wake. Way more limbs than a human would have. Oh. Well. That's just fucking swell. It was either some weird animal or some kind of Wizard-summoned monster bullshit. Becauseclearlyhexing her wasn't enough. Obviously they have to send a creepy hell-dog to seal the deal. Autumn got the feeling her ceramic vase wasn't going to cut it." No. No. I'm being paranoid. It's probably some asshole in a trench coat with the sleeves let loose for aesthetic. It's not a dog. Or a demon. Or a... dog-demon." Autumn attempted to pump herself back up, moving towards the kitchen with the vase in hand, ready to smash it over the head of whatever the fuck was in her house and make a run for the door. Turning around the corner as fast as she could manage, Autumn raised the vase above her head and prepared to bring it down upon--nothing. There was nothing. The room was empty. Nothing was even broken, everything was exactly as she'd left it hours earlier. Whatever was here, ifanythinghad been here, was gone, and had apparently cleaned up before it left." What the FM--" An inhuman scream from behind her forced Autumn back around, eyes searching for the source and finding nothing but an empty room. Was there something here that she couldn't see? Was it an invisible demon-dog-monster-thing?! Paranoia and fear seemed to be creeping in at the edge of Autumn's senses. Something was in her house. Something had followed her home. Something was after her. Setting the vase down on the kitchen table, Autumn ran off towards her bedroom, collecting her cell phone just as the door to her room slammed shut behind her, rattling violently on its hinges, like something was on the other side, eager to get in, but wanting to fuck with her a moment longer. With trembling hands, Autumn messaged Daniel first, figuring that if anyone could help her with something otherworldly, it was him." There's something in my house, I need you here!" She didn't know if he was asleep or if his phone was even on, but at least if she died here and now, he'd know she was thinking of his stupid ass." Fucking police can't help me with an invisible monster. What am I supposed to do, throw sage at you?!" Autumn demanded in the direction of the vibrating door, trying to keep her cool by making jokes but knowing that if she didn't think fast this situation was bound to get worse. As if on cue, the rattling stopped and the door creaked open, slowly, as if someone were pushing it open with their fingertips. It reached a few inches distance to the wall and slammed hard against the plaster the rest of the way, forcing Autumn to jump from the noise. She didn't expect to see anyone in the doorway, but she didn't want to risk walking towards it either. Her options were growing increasingly limited by the second. As she contemplated maybe climbing out the window, her phone rang loudly in her hand. Without looking, she answered, assuming it was Daniel." Daniel?! Thank god, there's something really fucking weird going on in my house. Are you sure you--""Autumn." The voice that cut in wasn't Daniel's. It didn't even belong to a man. It sounded more like a child, young, female, sickly. Autumn didn't know any little girls." Who is this?" She asked slowly, already moving towards the window of her bedroom and contemplating the distance." Can I come in?" The unfamiliar girl asked, pleaded really, but the request seemed to cut in and out, static, like it was an old recording being played back on a tape." No. No, you cannot." Autumn replied sharply, fear squeezing her heart so tightly she was starting to have trouble breathing. She wasn't some dumb white girl in a horror movie. A little creepy child asks if they can come in, you shut that shit right the fuck down." I just wanted to see you, Autumn. One last time. One last time before you--""No, thanks. I'm not accepting visitors." Autumn hissed, ending the wall and tossing her phone onto her bed so that she could use both hands to pry open her bedroom window. It gave way easily enough, but the drop to the ground level didn't exactly look well-cushioned. Despite her better intentions, Autumn glanced back towards the door, finding the half-shadow lingering near the edges, creeping closer with every passing second. She wasn't getting out through her room. Out the window was starting to seem like her best bet, even if it might result in a fair bit of bodily harm." Fuck, fuck, FUCK. Daniel, where are you?!" (off this day, as it turned out. His first mouthful of the warm amber liquor was promptly spat right into the kitchen sink, Washed down with water while Daniel tried to ignore the burning in his chest that felt like it belonged there after today. It would be funny if he wasn't so miserable. He had tried to lay in his bed, then fitfully tossed himself over and over the sheets in an attempt to rest or just stop thinking. Useless, of course. The covers flew back to slump in a messy heap by the bed and Daniel rose, unsteadily at first, but moving across the apartment with ever-growing intent. The stone sat on his counter like the weight of the fight sat on his heart. It was heavy, and dark, and unchanged. He couldn't sleep? Fine, then he would work. The green sweatpants he wore to bed were good enough, and he threw on the first T-shirt he snagged from the top of his dresser, and went barefoot out into the October air. His workspace was in the space below his apartment, In the space that was labeled a garage and storage duo. He usually parked on the street anyway. The chill air stung his skin that was just moments before snuggled in warm cotton, but the stress and discomfort would make him sharper. The best part about using magic under the influence of stress was the right emotion could make a spell so much stronger. The Asphalt was cold under his feet as she opened the padlocked door and dropped his wards, slipping inside and shutting it behind him. A mad scientist would be at home here. As the overhead lights came on, the sheer amount of bizarreStuffthat he and his teacher had accumulated over the years looked back at him from the rows of shelves that they had built to house it. The work benches that lined the room had experiments and new magical items in various states of dismantling and everything from slabs of marble carved with runes, rows of glass vials that held things that writhed as he walked past, to a band new laptop could be found in this strange room. Olivia's old armchair was tucked into a corner, old and worn, something she had taken from her home in Germany to make the den a bit more comfy as they willed the hours together, and he paused to run his fingertips over the almost garish pink upholstery sadly. He could use here guidance now. Fool child, the Olivia in his mind chided, a sadder sound than he would have expected from the brash, fiery German woman, You know what I would say. You asked once why I have no husband or children of my own. Of course, he knew why and had been warned time and time again that falling in love and wishing for a normal life was the cruelest thing he could do to himself, but here we are anyway. Harsh or not, he could really use the company. Or maybe his teacher could just show up to remind him that he wasn't completely alone now. The computer's background was a photograph of the two of them on a birthday, his 18th. Autumn's mother had snapped the picture at a stargazing party they had thrown him. His Star house was in Ascension, or something like that and it was apparently a good thing. So they slept in tents and had a bonfire and made stores, like regular people on vacation. Well, as normal as a sunrise drum circles and crystal yoga could be. He and Olivia were in front of the fire, crocheted blankets around their shoulders, and he was laughing at something. And his teacher looked at him with a love that made his heart hurt. She was happy, proud, looked him like a moth-." Give me a break. " He breathed, closing the laptop with a snap. Maybe Karma was a Thing, after all. The time he was wasting getting weepy was going to get someone killed. And as if on cue, one of the bottles on his shelf exploded in a crystalline shower that reminded him of the broken glass in Autumns apartment. An emerald green fog poured out like the smoke that came off dry ice in water and a keening cry meant that the very house that he has fled was being assaulted by magic and by the reaction, a very strong, dark magic. "Oh SHIT." He was reacting before he could think properly. Training, at least, that didn't leave. He was an idiot and walked his moping ass home, so he wasn't hoping in the car and speeding to the rescue. Luckily, he had paranoia planned another way. There was a magic circle that they had spent weeks weaving into the stone floor. Crystals and gems glittered from metals that had been collected from places that he could hardly tell people about acted as the root of their collective spell work, like an energy well, and foci, and protective barrier all woven into. He flung out his hand and reached out his will, a burst of fear causing his desk door to burst open and the picture of autumn he had assigned as the key to sail across the room to his waiting palm. It was dropped in the center and the circle was activated, the energies coming to life and causing the air above it to twist like the air over an open flame. There was no telling what was waiting from him, but he couldn't waste time, a few moments ended the life of another friend just this morning. Whatever he could reach was shoved in his pockets, a lighter enchanted with a magic dispelling light, and vial of purifying salt, a key to return the way he came. His staff. Yes, staff, laugh all you wanted. But it was less Gandalf and closer to a policemen baton, just about the same size of a wood almost black and carved with vigils that made casting his spells so very much easier that he would just take the vague indignity of toting around a staff in the 21st century. That, and it hurt like a bitch when you swung it. A cheap shot, super, but Practitioners were usually so wrapped up in using magic against each other that they had forgotten how much a broken nose interrupted intricate spell work. He stepped into the circle and cast his spell. The photo iced over, and he brought his foot down hard on it. The ice crashed and for a split second he was caught in the full force of a blizzard wind, rushing wind and snow obscuring his vision and threatening to freeze him on the spot. Floor dropped out, his stomach turned, and a new ground rushed up to meet him. The winds were gone, and he was suddenly again standing outside Autumns apartment, with the winters chill on his skin. He took a deep breath and ran up the steps just as he heard a familiar scream, ""Fuck, fuck, FUCK. Daniel, where are you?!"" Autumn!" he called back, coming through the door with a flick of his wrist, with his wards down, locks were nothing. He skidded into the hallway and frond the doorway to her room enveloped in a black writhing shadow creature that seemed to shift into something else with each breath. Limbs, eyes, teeth, and crawling further into the room with each second. But this time, he could see it. It was really here, and really trying to kill or eat his best friend. " Get Away from her!" He barked and swung his staff like a bat. An icy blast of energy slammed into the mass, and it screamed, loud and piercing, making the mirrors rattle before it snarled and dissipated. Not dead, but pissed and regrouping. He found Autumn halfway onto the windowsill, terrified. " Autumn, please, come down, this isn't an illusion! We have to go!" he chanced a few steps but held out his hand a few feet from her. She had just called him monster and tossed him out a few hours ago, and he couldn't tell how much of this hex affected her mind. She might not see him, or see him as a monster again, but maybe he had arrived to suddenly to get trapped in the hex's miasma. The darkness gave another Predatory growl, and he called more will, causing the vigils on his staff to glow blue. ("I swear if I die at the hands of a Daniel-faced illusion, I amneverletting you live this down!" Autumn cursed as she reached for what was probably-Daniel, but might not be, given the severity of her current circumstances." You'll have to exorcise my god-damn-ghost because you betterbelieveI'll haunt your wizard ass!" Threats that were anything but idle spilled forth from Autumn's lips as her hand collided with flesh and bone, meeting actual-Daniel where she thought imposter-Daniel would be." Holy shit, it's you," she breathed, stepping down from the windowsill and damn near colliding with the blonde-haired man as she all but tumbled back to more solid ground." Daniel, what the fuck is going on?!" She knew, before she even asked really, she just sorts Onegin the gut-instinct sort of way that anyone ever really knows anything. Autumn Wood knew that whatever was happening now was directly related to whatever had happened to her earlier in the day. Maybe they thought they'd handled the disaster in her shop, but they were wrong. That disaster had followed her home. And she had the insistent sinking sort of feeling that it would continue to follow her wherever she went until properly dealt with. For now, though, Daniel was right, they needed to get away from house and preferably via the front door instead of out a window. Definitely before the writhing black mass in the corner took form and started after them again. Running as fast as her legs would carry her, Autumn darted out of the bedroom and down the hall, taking the stairs two at a time until she was nearly crashing into them with every step, only barely casting a glance behind her to make sure Daniel followed." I thought you took the stone. The one from the shop? Earlier? Why am I still being attacked if you've got whatever was harassing me?!" And even in the haste of their escape, Autumn's curiosity, and perhaps her accusations, would not be contained. Bolting out the front door and into the cool chill of the night, Autumn took a deep breath, steadying her senses. She felt an awful lot more put together with Daniel within arms reach, even though the way their night ended had left her wondering if she'd ever even see him again." What do we do? That thing is pissed and even if it wants me, it doesn't look like the sort to be picky about settling for literally anyone else," Autumn hissed, not wanting to abandon her house to the monstrosity and find out later that everyone on her block had mysteriously gone missing with a headline of 'there appears to have been a struggle' left in their wake.

Sass And Sandalwood (MabFaerie & Spectre)|rating:4.0

Dream Sonata(take 2)

Dream Sonata((Closed for Sinful_whispers))The emergency room was in a rush as they wheeled Jack in, "what do we have" said one of the doctors "23-year-old male, involved in a 10 car pile up, suffering massive head trauma," replied one of the EMTs. It took the doctors and nurse over an hour to stabilize Jack's vitals as they continued to drop, for a moment Jack's eyes opened seeing a beautiful figure all while hearing a soothing as he is the blacked out. Dream when the day is through Dream, and they might come true Things never are as bad as they seem So dream, dream, dream So dream, dream, dream.... Jack was put in a room as soon as his vital became normal, his body hooked up into respirator in a coma. A doctor came in looking at his chart "All we can do now is seen if you wake up" he said. Jack eyes began to open wincing at the sunlight in the sky, as he stood up he noticed he was lying on a large flat rock surrounded by trees, "where am I?" he asked himself as he began to walk around wearing the clothes he left home with, black sneakers, denim jeans, black buttoned shirt untucked. Something was missing though, his guitar, it was missing, it was an acoustic with a beautiful ebony finish. Suddenly there it was lying next to the rocks, however something seemed different about it. Jack thought nothing of it as he grabbed the guitar and put it behind him using the strap. He then began to walk away toward what sounded like a waterfall hoping to see someone who could tell him where he was.((I need one girl to play two parts, one in the real world, and one in Jack's dream, both looking the same as one another. The real one could perhaps be his nurse or whoever you'd who takes care of him, and perhaps begin to learn about him. I guess you could describe this story a bit like The Wizard of Oz with music revolving around the dream world. If you're interested or have any questions please PM me, I'd really like to this RP))((update:I think I wasn't too specific the last time, this is open to one girl to play two parts, one in the real world and the second in the dream world.)) Name: Callie Age: 26Hair/Eyes: Long straight deep red locks to mid back/ blue Body: slender, small frame, 36C, 5’3Job: Trauma nurse {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} Callie stood over the bed as they moved it into a room, she watched as the patients eyes opened and looked to her as she smiled back trying to give him some sign of assurance. She placed her hand upon his and rubbed the top of it with her fingertips as he closed his eyes and blacked out. He was so young she thought not much younger than her, and he wasn’t in the best of shape after the accident. Callie hated this part of the job, the hopes and wonders of those brought in like him. They had so much time left to do things, and they end up here before her in bits and pieces or shot and blood covered or whatever else happens to bring them into the trauma center. Callie followed the doctor out and spoke with him, he was now her patient in a sense, he would be in her section to care for and look after on her shifts. He would be a lot of care, but there was something about him that Callie was attracted to even if he was battered, bruised and in a coma he still could hear her, she fully believed in that theory. She made sure she settled him in after the doctor left, and he was now in a private room alone. Callie took his hand once again and caressed it. He voices was sweet and soft as she spoke to him. “Hello Jack I’m Callie your private nurse, and I’ll be taking care of you on my shifts. I know you can hear me even if you can’t see me I believe those like you in a coma can still hear around them. I’ll be back to check on you again before my shift is up, we’re trying to locate your family now as you and I speak.” Callie released his hand from hers and arranged his pillows so he at least seemed comfortable before she left.* * *​Cassie sat there by the waterfall letting her fingers run through her long dark red locks, and she freed it from the band holding it in a single ponytail on the back of her head. She stood up upon a flat rock and watched as the water cascaded down about fifteen feet from above and at the bottom it ran into a large crystal clear pool of water. Her hand dropped as she grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head and then placed it to the side on the rock. She undid her cut off blue jean shorts and stepped from them and folded them up and laid those upon her shirt and next she stripped her panties and bra off, and she watched as the clothing pile grew. Her blue eyes roamed around the area of the waterfall, everything seemed so much brighter, the colors very vibrant and the place brought calmness over oneself. She leaned down and smelt the beautiful red wild roses that grew by the rock on the left and then on the right she reached out and picked a plump berry from its cluster and tasted it. Stepping towards the water she gripped a bunch of cat tail stems within her hands and took the first step as she placed her left foot in the water and felt for the bottom, after that her right as she wadded in till she was hip deep and close to the center and then began to bathe herself off. He water was warm, she could see the bottom clearly and the small fish surrounding her watching her like an audience causing her to giggle softly. Jack walked over to the sound, pushing the various branches as he made his way though, the sound and small shines of light that passed though the bushes being his only guided. The image of what was on the other side became clearer as he continued to move, finally there he was. He froze in astonishment as look on, it was bright much brighter than he was used to, but regardless it didn't bother him. He walked out of the forest and onto the field, still amazed by the beauty of everything around him. The green grass perfectly cut as if tended to, the smell of the flowers that grew in various spots around, and the large waterfall that gave a cool breeze as the crystal clear water fell into the large. Jack put his guitar down onto the grass as he walked a bit closer to the waterfall, hugging the side of the rocks. As he slowly moved to the end, there he saw someone. It was women a bit small at least compared to his height of 5'10, but needless to say she was very pretty. Lovely figure, her hair a dark red, he could stop staring at her as his dark brown eye stayed on her, pushing a strand of his jet black hair away from his eyes. Just then his eyes widened as he watches, 'was she taking off her clothes?' he asked himself. He turned to put his back to the large rock as to not be spotted, the last he wanted was someone to accuse of a peeping tom. His heart raced a bit as he looked around and then quickly sank as he saw his guitar laying in the field in plain sight, surely the girl would see it and find out he was there. Callie did her rounds checking on her patience and making sure they were comfortable or as comfortable as they can be under their circumstances. She was almost like what one would call a Florence Nightingale, she worked hard to afford to nurse school, and she passed with high honors, she studied all she could and never took time out to ‘play’ like most do when they enter college. There were no partied where she drank to the point she blacked out, or had one-night stands, Callie was goal oriented to the fullest. Stopping in at Jack's room she reached for the chair and placed it aside the bed, she looked to him and once more took his hand within hers and gripped it, squeezing it to let him know there was somebody there for him, and he wasn’t alone where ever his mind was taking him. “Hello again Jack, it’s Callie your nurse once again stopping to make sure your okay before I leave for the night. I have a few extra minutes, so I thought I would stop in and read a bit to you. I’m really not sure what you like but taking a chance and guessing. Furthermore, I picked something dealing with a man getting on his ride and traveling across the United States meeting people along the way… I hope you like he does find himself in some off predicaments.” Callie caressed his hand as she began from page one and started to read to him…* * *​Cassie reached up and with the use of her hands as scoops she allowed the warm water to trickle from her hands down upon her deep red locks. She was unaware of anyone else around her as she pressed her breasts forth while arching her back keeping her eyes closed as her arms dropped and her fingers moved along the surface of the crystal pool. She turned and smiled, her eyes moving across the water as she watched the lily pads move towards her with the force from the cascading water. Furthermore, she reached forth bending slightly as her breasts pressed into the moving waters; her fingers plucked the green pad within the beautiful purple and white flower upon it as she placed it with another cluster to her left. Cassie walked forth, she felt and watched the water rise upon her body to the depth that her rounded firm breasts rested upon the swirling surface around her. This was the first time in so long that she felt at peace within her self. It was calming to have such time alone even though she knew that her time has come, and she was to be a guide. Hearing a rustling within the leaves she turned quickly and peered around seeing nobody. She stepped off to the side and looked more and noticed something lying within the grass of the clearing. Cassie waded back into shallow waters and then stepped up and stood naked upon the large flat rock. She chuckled softly and reached down and dressed slowly feeling her cotton t-shirt stick to her body as she left her bra lay. She stepped into the green grass and headed towards the object she saw from a distance. The water dripped from her hair and her flesh as the sun beat down and slowly began to dry her skin as she stood within the hot rays. Cassie bent down and grasped the neck of the guitar and then stood up erect and looked around, “Hello Jack I know you’re out there, I’ve been waiting for you.” She leaned the guitar against her long shapely leg and reached up running her fingers through her wet hair, she shook it loosening it up so it would dry faster. “You were sent to me Jack no need to be shy.” Her voice carried like a beautiful summer breeze, her scent was of jasmine and vanilla as it whirled about her in the air. Jack was in shock as he heard the women call his name, how did she know him? He had rarely if ever had anyone call his name, then again he was basically by himself for most of his life, so as odd as it may have sounded, it was kind of nice to hear someone call his name. He took a deep breath as he peaked out from the rock and slowly walked toward the women, like a scared puppy who had lost his way. She looked even more stunning wet than she did dry, as her clothes stuck to her body. He tried to stare as he then looked into her blues eyes, his heart skipped a beat for a moment. The first thing that usually attracted him to a woman was their eyes and hers did just that. He looked over and saw his guitar next to her. He didn't want the water from her hair to get on the guitar so he took his hand and slowly reached for it. Holding the neck as he began to put it behind his back once. Finally, he broke the silence between them "how do you know who am I" he asked softly to her. Callie watched his eyes flutter as she read to him, she wondered what her new patient was thinking, she wondered what he could truly understand and hear or if in his mind he was answering her in his own way, calling out to her that he can hear her speak, hear her voice reading to him. She sighed softly and looked to the clock, she squeezed his hand and caressed it one last time before she smiled and stood and then looked down to him and moved her hand to his forehead and brushed a few hairs away. “Goodnight jack, sweet dreams wherever you are. Tomorrow I’ll bathe you and read more to you.” She turned and walked out the door closing it behind her as she punched out, said her goodnight and walked into the elevator to go home.* * *​Cassie giggled softly as she looked around; it was almost like a childhood game she played with him as she scanned around and saw him peeking out behind from behind a rock where he hid himself. She knew he was like so many other's, confused and scared just like she was at one time. Her eyes ran over his body, she liked how he dressed so casual. Black sneakers, black shirt and jeans, he was handsome she thought as she looked over his face studying it as she stepped out and began to walk towards her. Cassie knew he was looking her over just as she was him, she smiled and stood there watching him step before her. He reached for his guitar with a slight bit of hesitation. She felt it be moved from against her leg and nodded to him letting him know he could take it back as it was his to begin with. He broke the silence between them and asked her the first question that most do other than ‘where am I?’ Cassie watched as he slung his guitar up and over his back, “I know of you and your name. I was told you would be meeting me soon Jack. You’re more handsome and younger than I expected, not that it’s a bad thing. Oh, I’m Cassie.” She held her slender fragile hand out to him as her blue hues shimmered like the crystal waters she merged from only a few minutes before. Jack couldn't help but give a soft smile as Cassie had told him that he was handsome. Cassie, it was cute name, he looked at her for moment only to look down in shyness. For some she looked familiar to him, but he couldn't quite remember from where. He saw as Cassie held her hand to him, he was a bit hesitant once more but soon put his hand to hers though he really knows why after he just met her. Her hand felt nice to his, soft and warms, he liked it. He smiled as he looks into her beautiful, they were much nicer than his, dark brown so dark they almost seemed as if you were staring into nothing. "How did you know I was coming here?" he asked. He found it odd that he was supposed to be there, he didn't believe in fate nor did he want to, he didn't like the fact that he wasn't in control of his life, than again if his fate meant being near someone as attractive as Cassie, it may not be so bad. The radio played a forgotten tune from the past as Callie sang along with it, she hated the drive home, the traffic in the evenings was a bitch as all those leaving their jobs were in a hurry to get home, some to families and others just for the sake of enjoying the fast pace, the speed she thought as she watched a car whiz by her doing about eighty or more. Stopping for traffic she couldn’t but help think of her newest patient, she felt bad they couldn’t locate any family for him, which was always sad when it happened. She couldn’t speak to him of anything he liked or places he’d been or school, music, nothing since there wasn’t anyone to give her any sort of information. Callie didn’t spend time with him out of pity she did so because she honestly believed that a coma patient could hear and as long as they were spoken to and touched they would stay aware of what’s going on around them even if they couldn’t move or speak. Picking up her cell phone she paged down through her stored numbers and called the local Chinese place and ordered her supper, beef and broccoli for two she asked and gave her home address for delivery. She knew it would be waiting by the time she returned home, it was almost a weekly thing for her to do. Next she punched the button to call her friend Mac, “Hello Mac, by any chance are you busy this evening?” she asked when he answered the phone. “Good, I ordered your favorite, mind stopping over tonight?” “Great I’ll see you then, and no I’m not using food to bribe you, I just well tell you when you come by. See you soon and thanks.” Callie ended the call and soon pulled into her driveway, and like always she watched the delivery guy pull in behind her just as she closed the door to her car. Paying him she grabbed the food and headed to the front door, she unlocked and opened it closing it with her foot behind her as she tossed her sweater aside, the food on the table and went into her bedroom and undress to shower.* * *​Cassie shifted her weight back and forth as she stuck her thumbs in the pockets of her cut off jean fringed shorts and left her fingers rest on the outsides of the pockets as she watched him, he blushed and dropped not only his head but his eyes when she complimented him. She watched as his lifted his head and eyes, dark eyes almost seeming hollow, odd way to describe them but that what she felt from him.“This is where most come when in transition, or waiting to see where they go next. I was assigned you as my case for now till a decision is made.” She explained to him knowing that it would only cause more questions. Cassie was used to it, it was her job. Cassie pulled her one hand from her pocket as she took his as she reached forth and squeezed it, letting him feel her positive energy flow, she was full of it, she was soft-spoken, pleasant and easy to speak with and most definitely easy on the eyes.“Come walk with me, ask me anything you wish and in return for my answers you owe me a song. You play the guitar and sing, I know this, so that’s the deal take it or leave it.” She said as she smiled to him and playfully laughed. Cassie lead him along a grassy path, there were fields of wild flowers on either side of it, tall full trees, and birds singing happily around them. She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze as she stepped in pace with him, her head turned as she looked over to him. “Well ask away Jack” she said with a bright smile. Not many people asked Jack to sing so he thought it was kind of odd when Cassie asked him to in exchange for answering his questions. Regardless he figured it was a fair, so he nodded his head in agreement. Despite actually being a good singer, he was always a little self-conscious about it, but a deal was a deal. He looked over at Cassie as she smiled brightly at him, he smiled back. Even though he hadn't known for more than a few minutes, he liked her a lot. Slender figure, beautiful eyes, she was almost angelic, she made his heart fell warm but at the same time hurt, knowing that if they were in the real world, she probably wouldn't even give him the time of day, like most of them would. "If I'm here, does this mean I'm dead?" he asked finally "does this mean you're an angel?" Despite what Jack thought of Cassie he wasn't trying to flatter her. He was curious if this meant he was to die, the very though made filled him with gloom. Callie heard the knock at the door as she already had the cartons opened and was eating when she opened the door and smiled at her friend Mac. He stood six foot-six, his hair was sandy blonde, and he was ex navel intelligence turned private dick. Mac and Callie met one rainy night he was shot and brought into the trauma unit, he was lucky the bullet only gave him temporary paralysis and put him out totally for three weeks, once he regained consciousness he was back to his ornery self again. She was his private nurse as well; she did the same things to Mac as she began to do for Jack, letting him know she was there, reading to him and more. She and Mac sat eating from the cartons and sipping a cold beer, Callie always knew that when Mac stopped by he always had an ice-cold six-pack in hand to share with her. Callie told him about Jack and asked if it was possible to find family to let them know what had happened, he explained he could but in time that his schedule book was jammed packed, but he would have his assistance Carl try and look into it for her over the next week. Callie was satisfied with his answer it was better than a no, and she really couldn’t complain, it was done for free. “Been one of those days for you again Callie, I can tell, and I can also tell you’re not sleeping again. What’s bugging you girl?” Mac asked out of brotherly type concern. He was right, as he always was. “I don’t know Mac, I just can’t sleep, I lay there starring at the ceiling till about six and then wake up. I wish I knew what it was, something but yet nothing if that makes sense.” He leaned over and wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, nothing needed to be said and about twenty minutes later she was passed out within his muscular guns. Mac slipped from under her, locked the front door, stripped himself of his shirt and lifted her up and carried her to her bedroom where he placed her on the bed and watched as she woke and undressed down to her panties. He did the same and stripped to his boxers, they crawled within her bed, and he held her close. They had an odd friendship, friends that slept together yet never had sex, it was a no pressure relationship, one that Callie needed she wasn’t ready to get into another, her last was enough to last her for a few years, and Mac accepted that, and he didn’t mind being her teddy bear for a few nights out of the month. Sleep found her easily, she was safe and settled aside Mac, her mind shut down and Callie drifted deep.* * *​Cassie knew Jack didn’t have much confidence within himself or his talents, so she knew that if he really wished to know more he would take the deal, and he did without pondering it long and that would be another step he took towards opening himself up to her. His face lit up when he smiled, it added to his handsome features, the brighter it was, the more his dimples shone to her. He looked over her again, she didn’t mind, another thing she was used to. She led him by his hand thought the path where she stopped, and they veered off to the right and walked through the tall swaying sweet grass. It was soft and almost ticked against her bare legs. Cassie never pushed him she allowed him time to think before he spoke and by the time they reached another clearing where and old tall oak tree was, she pointed to the swing, it was nothing more than rope and a plank of wood that would be wide and long enough for them both to sit. Grabbing the rope within her hand she swung her legs up and over the plank and sat sideways allowing her back to press against the rope as she felt it against her spine, this way she could look into his dark eyes and answer him as he asked. Freeing his hand she patted the swing where he was to sit, once he was settled and sitting across from her, she raised her legs and placed them over his, “you can do all the pushing,“ she said with a giggle. She felt him give a shove off, it was slightly difficult from the way they were sitting, but he managed to get them going.“Okay I guess it’s time to answer anything you ask.” She listened to his questions and smiled as she listened giving him her full attention." If I'm here, does this mean I'm dead?" he asked finally "does this mean you're an angel?" Cassie waited for that question, “No Jack you’re not dead, you’re still among the living yet.” Cassie smiled as they changed direction and began to go back and forth the opposite way one normally swings. Cassie giggled, “I guess you can call me an angel or rather a guide.” So he wasn't dead, not yet at least. Jack wondered if he would come back to the real world, would he want to? He was always alone, when he little his father left him and his mother to fend for themselves, his mom would work two jobs so he rarely ever saw her. His escape for the isolation was music, having a good singing voice already, he leaned to play guitar when he was 12 just to keep himself occupied. In some ways it was only thing that kept him sane. Now a few years later his mother died of a stroke, and he was truly by himself. Jack stooped the swing with his foot and stood up, "A deal's a deal," he said to Cassie as he now in front of her, swing his guitar in front of him. He looked up a second at the trees, the rays of light peeking from the branches served as a sort of spotlight and he stood there. His heart was beating a mile a minute, he rarely if every played in front of people let alone one person. He strummed a few strings to see if the guitar was in tune and took a deep breath, as looked over at Cassie andsangfrom his heart... You say you're down on your luck Hey baby it's a long, long way up Hold back now, hold back your fears You say you're really down and out And you feel like there's no way out now Let it go now, let go your tears some more He loved this song, for some reason it always spoke to him. As he sang, he closed his eyes He played this so many times his fingers all knew where they should go, not bad for a lefty playing a right-handed guitar. He looked over back at Cassie with a look of true innocence, every word he spoke filled with emotion. How many times have you asked yourself Is the hand the fate now that I've been dealt You're so disillusioned, this can't be real And you can't stand now the way you feel I don't care about what they say I won't live or die that way Tired of figurin' out things on my own Angel's wings won't you carry me home? And when you're down on your luck Hey baby it's a long, long way up Hold back now, hold back your fears And when you're really down and out And you feel like there's a now way out now Let it go now, let go your tears some more I triumphed in the face of adversity I became the man I never thought I'd be And now my biggest challenge a thing called love I guess I'm not as tough as I thought I was I don't care about what they say I'm going to marry you someday Go ahead and wake up, it's a brand-new day Angel's wings going to carry you away Angel's wings going to carry us And when you're down on your luck Hey baby it's a long, long way up Hold back now, hold back your fears And when you're really down and out And you feel like there's a now way out now Let it go now, let go your tears some more Angel's wings going to carry you away Angel's wings going to carry me away Angel's wings going to carry us away He played the last few notes of the song and stood there, giving a small smile as he looked down at the grass, that song always made feel a bit better about things. Callie was having a hard time sleeping; she woke every hour on the hour and laid there looking at the ceiling while Mac laid aside her softly snoring away. She was grateful for his companionship and well as is help, but something kept her from a sound sleep, but she couldn’t out her finger upon it. Her mind kept spinning, never closing down, thoughts endlessly filling it till she fell asleep again and left her mind dream a little dream again.* * *​Cassie knew more about Jack than what he even could imagine. He was one of the ones that would seriously think about staying there between worlds, the living waiting for him to embrace it again, yet with his feeling of abandonment by his father, the death of his moth, being an only child that didn’t know much about his family, no girlfriend or wife she knew he felt truly alone in the world and any positive attention would be eaten up like a child would a piece of candy, gobbled quickly and wanting more. His foot drug along the green grass below them, stopping it he told her ‘a deal is a deal’ but she wasn’t about to ask him if he had any more questions, she left him go as she smiled to him, “that’s right rocker get up and give me that private show you owe me.” Jack moved before her like she was front row at a concert all over again. She watched as his guitar swung about, and he grabbed it with both hands and positioned it. She watched as his fingers moved over the strings letting out a sound as he warmed up. He seemed slightly nervous, but that’s always expected with shy people, she was just glad he kept his word, Cassie wouldn’t have held him to it, but he impressed her and even more with his voice as he began to play and sing for her. He was a man of his word and that was something special, there were a few that had passed through like him that she was glad they either were returned to the living or went on to another place, a place hotter than hot or one that was full of peace and tranquility. It wasn’t up to Cassie to decide her role was just a guide to help them along, ultimately that make their own destiny. She watched as his body swayed with the song he played, his eyes closed as the song and jack both were filled with emotion, he had such an innocent about him, she sighed softly and rested back against the rope once more and just left him sing and play on while she was his audience and the whole green clearing was his stage, the sun his spotlight and the rustling leave caught within the slight breeze was his back-up sound. Once he was finished she watched his lips curl up at the ends, and he smiled to her and then dropped his eyes letting that shyness fall upon him again. She clapped her hands and placed her index fingers to her lips and whistled loudly. “Jack that was beautiful, you sing wonderfully and the song… well let’s say was fitting.” She chuckled softly and stood up from the swing. Cassie wasn’t a full angel yet like everything there were deeds to be done before one is called such a title with honors as high as those, but she did have something in common with them, and she took a few steps back from him, and she closed her eyes and from her back she sprouted the biggest pristine white feathery wings jack could have ever seen. Opening her eyes she smiled, it was a smile that could light up even the darkest of nights. Her wings moved freely in a fluttering way, she looked at him and sung the one verse of the song she liked best, “Angel’s wings going to carry us away-y-y-y…” and then just like they appeared they disappeared, she felt them return to her back and disappear and then giggled like a playful imp.”Jack you only asked two questions, is that all you wish to ask me?” She asked looking to him with big blue hues. “Your body is a shell below; you’re here with me in spirit like a dream world weaving in between what was, is and could still be and what is to possibly come. Don’t be afraid to ask me anything, I’ll always answer you honestly or the best that I can.” Jack laughed softly to himself when Cassie clapped, it felt a bit liberating to sing in front of someone and have them love it. He was really starting to like her, she wasn't the girl he had met when he was alive, they all wanted him to be something he wasn't, Cassie seemed to like for who he was, perhaps that what attracted him to her, that and the fact she was very beautiful. In that very moment when she revealed her wings, Jack in awe. The light came from her was bright, yet it did not blind it was warm and soothing, he liked it. Another smile came over him as sung a verse from the song, it was needless to say that her own voice was beautiful as well. Yet at that moment a bit of realization came over him, there would no way he could ever be with Cassie, She was an angel or similar to that, he was not and chances are he would return to his body, for her to have any romantic feelings toward him would just create a whole mess of problems. He looked up at her as her wings disappeared, listening as she spoke, "I don't really know what else to ask" replied Jack softy "but you don't answer any questions if you want me to play another song" Jack smiled, he felt there was a bit of motive to having him ask her questions, that she just wanted to hear him sing, but her wasn't quite sure. Cassie was enjoying him, she hadn’t had a song sung to her ever, and that was a first for her in this life and the one she left long time before. She watched as he looked her over again, she watched as he smiled to her, and she wondered what he was thinking, though if she really wanted to know she could, but she was respecting his privacy. She watched as she stood in awe as she showed him her wings, she loved them though she wasn’t able to use them to fly yet, she had always wanted the freedom to soar like an eagle, she had told herself that if she died and was able to come back as anything she’d want to be an eagle, then she was told, people come back as people and animals and such are reincarnated as they were or something similar.“Well okay if you don’t have anything more to ask we can stay here for a while longer and then before night falls fully I’ll take you were I like to spend my evenings. I don’t live in a house just in case you’re wondering I’m like a gypsy I travel about staying close to here and just sleep under the starts except when it rains, though the rain is always warm here fun to dance in like that old back and white movie where they dance in it. God, that’s an old classic.” She looked to him and smiled, “sing away shining start the stage is all yours and yours alone to perform for me all you wish.” Cassie said as she reached up and brushed the dangling strands from around her face pushing them behind her ears. Jack just looked on as Cassie spoke, he never slept under the night sky before, so part of him was looking forward to doing so. He smiled when he heard talk about the rain, he always loved as it fell from the sky, while some people tended to run in order to get out of the rain, he always walked, loving how cool it made him feel, it was something he always wanted to with someone he cares about. Jack smiled at Cassie once more, thinking what he would play, feeling himself get more comfortable around her. With all the about the rain he thought of a song he could play. But if only he had a.... suddenly as Jack looked down he saw his guitar had changed from an acoustic to electric, he looked over at Cassie and then back at the guitar, it was weird. Jack didn't know what to think, as he strummed a few strings all in tune and sounding as if they came from an amp, yet there wasn't one to be found. Despite this Jack began to play and along with the sound what seemed to be a full band played with him, however he seemed to had not noticed as he had already begun losing... When it rains I don't mind Let me stand here all night Did she take her whole life Let me know she's alright And every time it rains I feel her holding me And every time it rains Are the angels crying As Jack played, his eyes stayed on Cassie, never looking away from her. As he sang and played his guitar the soft sound of thunder came from the sky, as little drop of water came down, soon enough came to make both of them soaked, yet Jack continued to play at the rain began to drip from his hair and clothes'll stay strong, I'll be fine Carry on with my life I still stare at the sky Pray for rain, all the time Why'd you run? Did you hide Why'd you leave, no goodbye When the clouds, take the sky Does a soul, give you life? And every time it rains I feel her holding me And every time it rains Are the angels crying And every time it rains I feel her holding me And every time it rains All the angels cry for me, I'll never be the same I'll never be the same be the same be the same be the same And every time it rains I feel her holding me And every time it rains Are the angels crying And every time it rains I feel her holding me And every time it rains Are the angels crying Callie woke in the early morning hours, she smiled over at Mac and left him sleep as she changed into her Lycra running shorts and bra top, slipped into a pair of old running Nike's and headed out the door for her normal run. She ran for various reasons, the main one was because it kept her fit and in shape, the second was for stress release and the third was for sexual frustration and finally there was the reasoning of just desire to push her body every day farther than the day before. She ran seven miles a day in the morning and when she got home reasonably early she ran another five or till she just couldn’t run no more. Furthermore, she had planned on calling in to check on her patience, but that wouldn’t be till she got back and showered, if she didn’t call in the girls always figured there was something wrong and called her by a certain time. It made Callie feel good that they cared so much about her, she enjoyed those she worked with, and they were family and respected each other. By the time she reached home her body was soaked with sweat, she entered her house and seen a note from Mac on the kitchen counter… ‘Love, I’ll check on the mystery man for you today, I had to run duty calls. I’ll buzz you later at work. Always, Mac’ Callie grabbed a shower and then dressed for work she worked twelve-hour shifts and was regularly paid a decent amount for overtime, though with the new contract coming to play next month she’d be known as a salary employer and with the personal life she had that didn’t matter.* * *​Cassie giggled at him when he looked at her as the guitar changed from one type to another. He held a smile on his face for the longest time, and it made her feel good that he was content being with her, that was an important step for him to take. Her shoulders shrugged, and she snickered, “Magic.” That was all she said as she watched and listened to him play a few chords before he began another song for her. He looked directly at her and began to sing a new song, she sighed softly and contently as she listened to him, she listened to the words and smiled. The sky turned gray above them and the thunder rolled in, and the lightening began to strike over the grassy hills around them, it didn’t matter to either, the rain drops were warm upon the skin, as she held her hand out and felt the drops upon them and flicked them at him. Once the song was done she stood up and clapped, her body was drenched, and her t-shirt stuck to her like a second skin, as did his. She watched as the guitar turned back to the original one and then took his hand and tugged him along as they ran through the clearing into the taller grass. The trail was saturated already as she ground slurped when she took her steps and she picked up the pace again as she led them to another waterfall, she slowly walked along the narrow path behind the falls inside a rock cave where she stopped and laughed.“I don’t mind rain or thunder but when the lightening starts I’m running for cover.” She looked around and behind them was a fire pit and with a snap of the fingers it was starting to smoke, “I’d hate for you to catch a chill.” There were logs and blankets available for them to use if it got chilly, she nudges him closer to the fire, “sit and relax Jack.” With any hesitation, Jack immediately followed Cassie, had it been any other time he would walk, but he saw her running, and he didn't want to lose her. He continued to follow Cassie as she led him to a narrow path behind the water fall. When Jack first saw the cave with in he didn't say anything, then again what was to say? He laughed as Cassie confessed her fear of lightning, typical girl "chicken" he said softly joking with her. He watched as she ignited a fire with a snap of her fingers, he had to admit that was impressive. At her request, Jack sat down close to the fire placing his guitar near him, his clothes still wet as he's the drops of water fell off his bangs. He smiled over at smile once more, and then looked down as he watched the flame dance in front of him. Jack started to think a bit more about his life, thinking about what he would do differently when he went back, that is if he was going back. Maybe he would be able to find someone to be with, someone he could marry, have kids with, be happy with, maybe someone like Cassie. Then again, did he really want to risk the pain of loss he once felt? Jack never really like he was needed or even depended on, but that all changed when he got Eddie, his dog. He got him when he just a puppy, and it was exactly what he needed he didn't feel alone. He fed him, played with him, pretty much where Jack, Eddie followed, in some ways it was like his kid and he loved him as if he was, he never hit him nor did he yell at him, Eddie never gave him a reason to, he was a good dog. One day though, Eddie wouldn't eat and was getting thin. Jack went to vet, only to find out he needed surgery, to which Jack couldn't afford. Eddie died the next day, and it tore Jack apart, some would say that it would be stupid to be so sad over a dumb animal, and to go buy a new one. Eddie may have been a dumb animal, but he was Jack's, and it was something he wouldn't get over. He hadn't about Eddie in a while and even to this day it still hurt to think about him, he felt pathetic to still be saddened about a dog he lost 2 months ago. He sighed as he looked down at the floor seeing his shadow as the light from the fire made it dance. Callie greeted those on her shift and the others that they were relieving; she strolled to the nurse’s desk and caught Anna who usually did her rounds for her, and asked about her patients. “They’re all doing well, Mr. Davis had a rough night it seems, but the rest were sound and comfortable or as comfortable as they can be.” Anna replied. “Any change in Jack, Not that I expect there to be yet, but it doesn’t hurt to ask right?” Callie said with a semi half smile. “Nothing there either, he’s about as comfortable as I can tell Callie.” Callie sighed as she nodded, “get going and thank you, Anna, sleep well, and I’ll see you this evening.” Callie grabbed her notebook and paged through it then looked to the charts, she headed won the hall and began making her rounds from room to room distributing meds and drinks, letting other’s know that lunch would be soon, at least to those who could eat it. Once she hit Jack’s room he was first on the list for a sponge bath. She gathered everything she needed, closed the room door and lifted the sheet and cover down as she stripped him of the hospital gown and began to slowly bathe him as she spoke to him about things that were going on in the world, her conversations were endless, she shared stories with him about herself, asked about him and even knowing he wouldn’t reply she still did, keeping his mind active, or so what she thought was active. He wasn’t brain-dead he was just taking a vacation she told him. After she was finished she redressed him in another clean hospital gown, checked his IV’s and made sure they would be there to change the rest of the bags that hung around him. She smiled as she looked over him taking his hand, “I’ll be back to read to you on my break Jack, hang in there with me.” Callie cleaned up, she turned on the TV to a music station, and went about her day till break, and keeping her word she came in and settled aside him moving the chair close and picked up the book and began to read.* * *​Cassie laughed, “I’m not chicken, I just don’t wish to be struck, I don’t even know what would happen if I did get hit by a bolt or two.” She watched over Jack and his expressions upon his face as they sat there across from each other around the warm fire, the flames danced as the flits popped into the air, bright red embers so small floating and then disappearing.“Deep in thought Jack care to share it with me, not like we have anything else to do.” She felt a shiver move through her, even in the form state she was in, she still had her senses, her feelings and emotions were intact yet. Jack looked over at Cassie when she spoke to him and then looked down "I'm just wondering what I'm going to do when I get back to my body" he replied "what I'm going to change about myself". He didn't so much as lie to Cassie as he more didn't tell her everything, part of him felt like she knew what he had been though, like she said, she knew everything about him. Maybe that was why he didn't feel like opening up, or maybe it was because he didn't want to think about going back and being alone all over again. Jack looked at his shirt, still damp, and it was starting to make him a bit cold even with the fire. Jack didn't know what to say after that, there was no thing to say. In the end he would most likely return go back his normal life and chances are never see Cassie again, the thought made him feel even worse, but as the song goes, that life. Just then he looked back at Cassie "what did you use to do when you were alive" he asked, he figured since she knew so much about him, that he could at least know something about her, maybe get a bit closer to her. Callie looked to the time and sighed softly as she caressed Jack's hand and closed the book but not before dog earring a new page as she smiled and placed her hand to his cheek, “I know you’re in there somewhere Jack. I’ll be back at lunch for now I need to take care of my rounds. Sleep tight.” She whispered and walked out closing the door behind her.* * *​His eyes sparkled within the fire light; she looked over his face as he spoke and listened to what he had to say as she spoke softly. “You have things about yourself you don’t like that need changed, that’s fine it a part of life we all go through. Change is a good thing as long as it’s for the better.” She watched as he shivered and stood up and moved about within the cave, “Take your shirt off and let me get you the blanket, unless you’re tired or care to sing me along song around the camp fire?” Cassie chuckled as she remembered back when her and her twin used to camp with their parents. She waited till he removed his shirt and placed the blanket around his shoulders as she sat aside him and joined him, her t-shirt slipped from her as she laid it closer to the fire and cuddles aside him, thinking nothing of it since she was usually alone till her name was called and another wondered in her direction. Her fingers moved under her side of the blanket as she fidgeted about undoing her shorts and slipped them from her as she chuckled and nearly pulled all the blanket from him, “sorry,” and then pushed it back over his shoulder as she tossed her shorts by the fire next and wrapped tightly in her half.”Well, I passed over when I was twenty-one, a stupid accident on my part and trusting others when they tell me something I know isn’t true but don’t listen to my gut and my stupidity took over…but any who, I was an artist, and loved it, loved the freedom to just escape into my own little world of clay, paint, charcoal….and create whatever I wanted to. I also wrote as well, little stories and poetry.” She sighed and leaned forth resting her elbows on her knee caps and her chin in her hands. “I had a twin, well I still do in a sense, and I miss her, and always wonder if she misses me, but that’s not anything I can find out not yet anyway, in due time I shall find out.” Cassie looked over to him, “things do get better you know? Don’t be so negative jack, when things look their darkest there really is a silver lining somewhere if you just look for it, or maybe it will shine bright for you when you least expect it.” Jack knew Cassie was right, the night always seemed darkest before the dawn. And deep down her knew the dawn would come for him. He smiled at Cassie, she had made better about thing, but part of him felt like it was a bit at the expense of her feeling sad. He came a bit closer to her as he put his hand onto hers looking into her eyes. "I'm sure your sister misses you, just as much as you miss her", since she was a twin they had a special bond that could never be broken, Jack began to inch a bit closer to Cassie, his heart beating a bit faster "for what it's worth, I'm really happy I met you". At that very moment something came over Jack as he admired Cassie's eyes, her smiled and her beautiful and suddenly leaned in to kiss her. Her lips feeling so soft as he pressed his to hers as their fire continued to burn, his hand in place with though the whole time. Softly he released their kiss, never would he had done something like that when he was alive, but something just went through like an impulse. Jack looked over at Cassie no knowing what her reaction would be. Callie did her rounds and then settles at her desk, she sighed softly as she had hoped Ma’s sidekick would be able to find a member of Jack’s family and call her back, she knew it wouldn’t be anytime soon, but she could still have faith, which was one thing she had lots of. She chuckled thinking back, she could hear herself telling her twin sister she was going to be a nun, and Cassie would just laugh, it was a joke between them as they grew up into teens and all through high school. She leaned her head back letting her hair fall down as she ran her fingers through it, she couldn’t figure out what it was about Jack that drew her to him, she wasn’t going to let it be something that burned within her head, something that she would analyze till she couldn’t any more. Pushing away from her desk she headed to the cafeteria for lunch, she sat there in thought when a memory of her and her sister came to mind win they rain through the warm summer rain, puddle to puddle jumping within them like leap frogs. The sound of her name being paged brought her back to reality as she walked over and got the phone taking the call from radiation as she sighed and hung up returning to her table where she grabbed her soda, tossed the rest away and returned to Jack's room where she stood in the doorway and just looked to him, he seemed so peaceful and calm, a state where she wished she was at in her life. Callie entered the room and tugged the chair aside the bed and sat there with her book in hand as she began to read from another chapter to him while she held his hand in hers. * * *​Cassie felt his hand move to hers as it rested there, and her head turned to look at him as he spoke." I'm sure your sister misses you, just as much as you miss her…for what it's worth, I'm really happy I met you". His words were heartfelt once again, she nodded, “I know she thinks about me, we’re forever connected, it’s a twin thing.” She laughed softly, as she knew it was true, there would really be a bond there till they were one again with each other. Cassie leaned over and placed a soft gentle kiss to his cheek, “Thank you, Jack,” she said as they looked within each other's eyes holding a lingering stare. Jack broke the stare when he leaned in and kissed her, her eyes closed as she felt the warmth and kissed him back letting their lips linger together till he broke it and her eyes opened looking into his again. Cassie reached up and cupped his cheek as she smiled as her fingers caressed his soft warm flesh, then leaned in with a tilt to her head and kissed him. Her lips lingered against his, her lips parted as the tip of her tongue moved across his letting it slip within his mouth as his lips opened against her letting theirs find each others and dance within hit dark warm mouth. Breaking it Cassie licked over his lips again as she smiled, “Very good kisser Jack, hadn’t realized how much I’ve missed a warm inviting kiss after all this time being here.” It was no secret now that Jack had strong about Cassie. She had this aura around that was warm, he loved, and it was something that drew him to her, like a moth to a flame. He put his hand on hers as she touched his cheek, now feeling the need to feel her warmth. Needless to say he loved that she had kissed him in return, a bit surprised when her tongue had entered his mouth, but was quick to oblige as his tongue played with hers. As they broke their kiss as chill came over his spine as he felt her tongue lick his lips, smiling as she complimented his kissing "thanks, though I think you're a lot better than I am" he said softly his hand still on hers. "I could kiss you again if you'd like" Jack began to wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling her soft body as he gave her a short but loving kiss softly on her lips "how was that?," he asked. Callie continued to read to jack through her lunch hour, every now, and then she’d stop and look over to him seeing if there was any motion with his eyes, maybe a flutter maybe a slight squeeze with his fingers, but there was nothing. She wasn’t about to give up, she couldn’t there was a drive within her so strong about him, she couldn’t just walk away.* * *​Cassie looked over to Jack as his hand came up and moved over hers as she was cupping his face, their eyes locked with each other’s as they say there by the fire, partially cold and yet there was a warmth between them." I could kiss you again if you'd like"he said as his arms wrapped around her naked warm body and his held tilted as he kissed her again. Breaking it asked her how that one was, and she giggled softly to him.“I think I need to have another just to find out the answer to that question” Cassie said as she leaned in, moved her hands around his neck, tilted her head and closed her eyes as she kissed him back, letting it linger, then breaking it only to share another, and another till she was completely satisfied she knew the answer to his question as she breathed in and exhaled slowly, “it was so good I need more, and I’d still like another just to really make sure Jack.” Cassie closed her mouth over his as she moved slowly from her seat aside him and knelt between his thighs as she used her body to open them to gain that room so she could feel his body almost fully wrapping around hers. His clothing was still wet from the rain; she didn’t care as she felt a chill through her spine. Her hands pulled back as she slid them his shirt and pushed it up and had it to where the kiss needed to be broken to get his shirt off, she licked her lips and smiled, “Get these off your going to grab a chill and even though were here in this ….even thought we’re here together you can still get sick.” She didn’t want to tell him it was nothing more than his dream they were in, it was HIS dream they were in she was just a part of it, a part that would help him decide to stay there with her or to go back to where he really and truly belonged. There was no argument from Jack as Cassie suggested taking the rest of his clothes off, she had already taken off his shirt so he figured 'why not'. With an unrip of his pants and except his boxers he was almost naked. Even though Cassie was without clothes, he felt a bit embarrassed about himself, it soon left though as he saw Cassie, sitting there next to him naked, so beautiful, so slender, so supple. With that, Jack pressed his lips to hers once more, opening his mouth slightly as his hand went around the waist once more, his other hand finding hers, and he held it softly in passion. In this moment he thought he was alive and thought he heard as if someone was talking to him.--------------------------Jack body laid in the bed, almost no sign of life were seen from him, if it weren't for the I.V. and respirator they probably would have thought he was dead. Apparently Callie didn't think she came as saw him and talked to him of all things. Whether it got him was unknown. But as she read to him something happened something strange as his hand began to softly grip hers, despite this his vital still showed that he was still in a coma, but perhaps this some indication that he would come back soon. Callie continued to read on through her lunch hour, she dog-eared the book and closed it as she turned and placed it back upon the small nightstand by the bed, standing up she looked to him as she stood by the bed, her thumb caressed over his hand and just as she was about to release his hand she felt him squeeze, or thought she did. Her heart raced as she looked to him, her free hand reached up and brushed the hair from his eyes away, her hand cupped his cheek as her fingertips smoothed over his stubbly face, “Jack can you hear me if you can please, please squeeze my hand again, let me know your in there.” Callie felt nothing, she had no clue if she really felt him squeeze her hand or not, but it didn’t matter she was determined to not give up hope on him. “I’ll be back on my next break Jack, I’ll see you then.” Her voice was soothing and so soft as she released his hand and walked to the doorway looking back one last time before she headed to the nurses station. She filled in his chart marking down that she felt his hand lightly squeeze hers and then stopped his doctor and spoke to him about he, he assured her she could have felt that, or it could be her mind playing tricks for something she wanted so badly or even a muscle spasm. Callie nodded and went about her work, she knew she felt it and didn’t care what anyone would tell her. * * *​Cassie smiled softly to him as she watched him undress, then gave him a bit of privacy as she turned her head till he was stripped down to his boxers. She felt his arms go around her as he held her close; his lips met hers as they kissed once more. Her hands held his hips as she broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, her head tilted again as she leaned in and kissed him again as it lingered letting her feel the fire and passion between them as she released a soft moan to his mouth. She slid her hands along his sides over his shoulders and down his back, touching every inch of him she possibly could as they locked lips. The feel of Cassie was something that was almost alien to Jack, he felt such a bond with her that he had never felt, but he had longed for so long, what this love he was feeling. He was unsure, but he hoped it was, even though he had only met her for a short time. With his arms around her, Jack began to slowly lay down, taking Cassie with him as she laid next to him the blanket keeping them from feeling the cold stone floor. As they laid there, Jack broke his kiss yet again only to have his lips travel to her neck, as one hand moved from her side to travel down to her thigh as his hand softly caressed it. As Jack continued, something felt different, for some reason as if someone else was with them, another presence, he kind of liked it. He thought he could hear as if someone was calling him very faintly, it was odd.-----------Jack hand continued to move slightly as if to long for another, seeking her, the one who he had felt.((sorry for this part being so short, only so much I can think of when in a coma)) Callie did her rounds and then returned to Jack’s room where she pulled the chair close to the bed as she had been doing and then opened the container of ice water and fished out an ice cube as she rubbed it across his lips making sure they were moist, once that was done she sat then grabbed the book flipped it open and began to read where she left off. Reaching over she took his hand in her and held it lightly in hopes to feel him squeeze again.* * *​Cassie Felt his lips to hers, his arms wrapped as her were as well, they were drawn into a lovers embrace as he guided them back upon the blanket as it stayed wrapped around them for warmth. Cassie settled comfortably back on the ground as she felt the kiss break and licked across her lips as her eyes closed halfway as she felt his warm breath upon her neck, her shoulders pressed the ground under her as she arched up and moaned softly. His hand traveled down her body as he caressed her thigh, she rolled over to him and felt his lips against her nape, his hand stuck between them as she caressed his back, her nails raked lightly as she softly moaned to him. The doctor came in to check over Jack in order to see if there were any changes. "Callie" he said with a nod as he went to check his chart, looking over his vitals. "Nothing" he said softly before looking into Jack eyes, he sighed. As turned around he noticed Callie holding Jack's hand and sighed once more, "Callie, I can tell you feel for this man, but try not to get close to him, I don't know if he'll wake up, and I don't want you to set yourself up to get hurt." He could tell he wasn't getting to her and left almost immediately. Once again Jack's hand began to hold Cassie's once more, his thumb moving to feel her soft hand.------------------Jack's hand stayed with hers as the other moved high up her leg, feeling as Cassie's nail went into his back. His lips moving from her neck down to her chest, kissing her softly. His hand broke from hers, his fingers running over her stomach as he began to touch her breast, softly massaging one as he, looked over a Cassie seeing if she approved of his actions. Callie watched as the doctor came in, he lifted the charts from the base of the bed and flipped through the pages. She didn’t leave his hand go and continued to hold it the whole time the doctor looked him over. She watched as he opened his eyes and used the light shining them into it as he closed. "Callie, I can tell you feel for this man, but try not to get close to him, I don't know if he'll wake up, and I don't want you to set yourself up to get hurt." She rolled her eyes and just ignored the comment. She watched as he left the room and the door closing behind him as she turned back to him and smiled, “Don’t listen to him jack, what’s he know he’s not the high man above.” Callie felt his hand squeeze hers, she wasn’t sure if he was actually doing it, or she was imagining it, but when he caressed her hand with his thumb she knew he could hear her and smiled. “I felt that Jack, keep doing that, and I’ll keep believing in you. I must go do my rounds, and then I’ll stop in before I leave for home.” She placed the book aside and squeezed his hand. She leaned over and kissed his cheek, “Need to shave you tomorrow, I don’t think I’d like you in a beard, maybe a goatee thought...” She released his hand and then left to do her rounds.* *​*Cassie felt his body against hers, he was warm now, her hands roamed his back as they kissed, breaking it and then taking another as she loved and missed the feeling of another against her, holding her, kissing her… His hand moved up her thighs, she felt it along her stomach as they parted a little leaving room between them as she felt his finger and thumb on the underside of her breast as he cupped it. She smiled to him as she leaned in and kissed along his jaw line to his ear, “Your touch feels so good Jack...” She rolled to her back and looked to him, as she pulled him closer to her as his hand stayed upon her breast. “It’s been so long Jack.” her hand was between them as she moved it into his boxers, and reached for his cock as she toyed with the head and moan softly as she felt him between her fingertips and thumb. Her breaths grew deeper as her hand slide down his length and back up as she pressed her palm down and pulled her hand up as her fingers loved lightly along the side of his shaft, “M-m-m-m nice to remember what it feels like to touch a man…” Cassie said in a whispering voice. Jack couldn't help but gasp as Cassie touched his cock, he was a bit scared at first, but he had to admit he liked it, he was also quite fond of her breast, loving how soft they were. As she laid on the back Jack couldn't help but admire how her hair spread across the floor, she looks almost angelic. His breathing became a bit deeper as she played with his shaft, feeling himself get harder with every second. "I'm glad I'm here to help" he whispered to Cassie when she told him how it had been so long and how nice it was to remember how a man felt. With any thought, Jack's hand moved from her thigh and traveled between her legs, softly running his fingers around her clit. Jack pressed his lips to Cassie's his tongue entering inside her mouth slowly, as the wave of ecstasy washed over him, he didn't know what was coming over him, but he didn't want it to stop. Callie arrived home to her empty apartment, not even bothering to change she grabbed a pint of moose tracks ice cream, a spoon and a bottle of black cherry soda and went into the living room and plopped down upon the corner of her over stuffed comfortable couch. She sat there in the quiet and munched as she thought back about her day, going through it all from start to finish in her mind. She was still a little pissed with what the doctor had the balls to say to her, she wasn’t some damn first year student she had been doing her job long enough to know what’s what and didn’t need a pessimist telling her crap she didn’t need to hear, she knew no matter what she could face the fact that there might be a chance he wouldn’t come out of it, and if that’s the case so be it, she’ll deal with it. Callie grumbled as she shoved another spoonful of ice cream in her mouth followed by a gulp of soda and mixed them within her cheeks then swallowed it and sighed. She didn’t give a rats ass about what anyone else says she knew he heard her, he caressed her hand, squeezed it, and she wasn’t about to give up now. That night he tossed and turned in bed, thoughts of jack ran through her mind, her dreams were filled with sexual acts, steamy romantic encounters with him, she could feel his body entering hers as she listened to her gasp as she arched. Everything was like a movie playing within her mind and she was the only member of the audience watching this soft core porn of her self and this man she didn’t even know but felt so strongly about. * * *​Cassie’s hand moved along his length as she looked to him, she could tell in his facial expressions that he was either nervous, scared or both. His hand felt good upon her breast, she enjoyed the tender touches he gave to her, and she closed her eyes and just let her mind feel what she did locking it away as a memory. Laying there she looked up to him and cocked her head as his breathing chanced, growing deeper as she continued to move him through her soft fist. “I am too Jack, I wouldn’t call it help though it’s a more mutual pleasure. I make you feel good and in return you make me and then were both happy right? You do like my touch; if you wish me to stop I will Jack just tell me to stop….” She felt his hand move along her thigh and up between her legs where he felt nothing but hot moist smooth flesh against his fingertips. Cassie moaned softly as his fingers parted her puffed folds and found her hardened clit and teasing it as her body danced to the touches. Her hand squeezed his thick shaft as she strokes him steadily. Her head tilted as he leaned in and kissed her, she whimpered and moaned to his mouth as he turned her on, she showed it by the way she tightened her grip and the pace of her motion quickened. Cassie left his tongue move along hers as she teased his back letting the hot passionate kiss linger and burn. Jack shook his head when Cassie spoke "don't stop" he said softly to her "it feels nice". He let out a soft moan from her touch as their lips stayed together, his fingers continuing to softly touch in between her legs, going a bit lower as two of his fingers was so close entering inside her, the very thought of feeling the inner walls made his heart race more so. Suddenly he broke their kiss and look at Cassie, and looked at her for a moment "you're very beautiful" he said as he went to kiss her neck traveling down with every kiss as he made his way to her breast. Slowly and hesitantly he began to put his mouth on one of her breast, sucking it gently as his tongue lightly began to touch her nipple. Moaning as Cassie continued to stroke him while his fingers slowly began to enter inside her, feeling a warm sensation over his body that he never wanted to leave him. Callie moaned and groaned within her sleep her body moaned from left to right as her mind began to grow even more vivid as she cried out and woke herself, she had one hand between her thighs caressing her heated snatch and her other hand on her breast massaging it as she gasped and groaned out. “Take me Jack, yes, take me now and let me feel your hardness within my wet warmth” she groaned out as her fingers entered her hole and her thumb pressed against her clit as she bucked her body about riding her fingers as she cried and whimpered out.* * *​Cassie moved her hand along his thick shaft; she could feel the blood filled veins pressing against the flesh as the surge of sexual pleasure began to run through him as well as her. Her clit stiffened like a tiny dick, it wanted to be caressed and touched, as it throbbed for attention as it stuck out past the hood. Her thighs parted more as his fingers moved along her nether lips as she lifted her hips and slowly placed them back down as she angled her hips, so his fingers slipped into her wet hole with a lingering moan from her lips. “Y-yes-s-s Jack, make me feel so good again” she whispered as her breaths deepened when his mouth moved over her breast and his mouth took her nipple within it feeling it grow rock hard to his touch as she moved her free hand to his head and sifted through his hair. Cassie released his cock from her hand as she moved both hands to his hips and guided him over her as she moved jack between her legs and looked to him, “take me Jack” was all Cassie said as she pulled his hips forth and felt the bulbous head slide between her parted lips. “M-m-m-m so close to having you in me Jack, o-o-o close...” she whispered as she kissed his lips and just yanked his hips to hers taking him in a single thrust as he pivoted her hips at the right angle and groaned against his mouth as he filled her fully. As Jack stood there, his cock just inches away from entering Cassie, his heart raced once more, he was scared. He had never done this before, and yet he continued as he entered inside her warmth, the feeling was unimaginable, never had he ever something so amazing as he let out a soft groan of pleasure. He looked at Cassie seeing that she too was enjoying it, just before they shared a passionate kiss as he moved inside of her pressing in and out of her as his hand held hers and the other rested on one of her breasts. Callie moaned and groaned as he moved her lower body against her hand, her head moved back and forth upon her pillow as her free hand laid aside her grabbing the bedding as she tugged upon it. Her hips bucked as her breathing changed, in her head she was seeing and feeling her comatose patient jack, he was the man upon her thrusting his cock in her. She knew every detail about his meat, she washed him and lightly stroked him a few times as she had never had that urge to do with a patient, but there was something special about him that she just couldn’t explain; she was so drawn to him more than she was ever drawn to another. Callie let out a few loud moans and cries as she thrust her hips up against her hand feeling her fingers ramming in and back out of her wet hole. Her cunt muscles squeezed around her fingers as she fucked them till she couldn’t hold back her orgasm any longer and then let loose with a cry as his name released from her lips.* * *​Cassie could feel how nervous he was with her, she looked to his eyes and smiled, her voice whispering soft, “Jack it's okay, take your time and go with your instinct.” She felt him trying to line his hips up with her as she pivoted her hips and helped him as the head slipped between her swollen petals and found her slick warm opening as she felt him push into her. Cassie groaned out as pushed her hips up slowly to meet him half way, “M-m-m-m just like that Jack she said as she then licked her lips and moaned to him. Her hips dropped as he fully moved into her warm honey hole, she felt him bottom out as they both moaned and groaned at the same time. He leaned down and kissed her lips as she felt his one hand hold hers and his other move to her breast as hey began moving as one. It took a few very slow thrusts till they fell in synch with each other as the kiss lingered a while. Every time they broke a kiss another one took place as they rocked against each other, her whispery moans and groans were like sexual and sensual kisses told to ear only. As Cassie had said for him to go with his instinct, he let his desire take control. As the feel of his shaft inside her, her inner muscle clenching onto his cock as he gave kiss after sensual kiss, never had she looked so beautiful to him. He didn't what he was feeling for her was love or just lust, at that point he didn't care, for all he wanted was to make love to her. As his body moved with hers the pleasure within continued to rise along with his heart as it beat faster, his breathing heavy in between the soft moans of ecstasy he made with Cassie. His lips moved down as he kissed the spot between her shoulder and neck, kissing softly, feeling her sweet nectar within her as his cock moved within her cunt. "You feel so amazing, Cassie" he said softly, his voice faint from his heavy breathing, feeling the urge of shooting his seed inside her growing closer. Callie laid there with her eyes closed; she couldn’t believe what has just happened, what she just did. It wasn’t the fact that she masturbated that was normal behavior, but it was the fact she pictured jack with her that was the wrong thing, he was her patient and she just can’t shake this need to be aside him, this need to want to feel every inch of him in her, taking her as she cried out his name as he stabbed her within. Looking at the clock she got out of bed and stretched went to the bathroom put her hair up into a ponytail and changed into her running gear and headed out the door. Callie had so much pent-up frustration of all kinds she knew running was probably the only way she was going to release it.* * *​Cassie groaned softly as her head went from side to side, she moved in synch with jack letting him feel how good her wet hot cunt felt around his stiff prick. She squeezed and released with each deep penetration, filling her full as she bit her bottom lip. He kissed her kiss after sensual deep kiss, her mouth placed against his; each kiss that broke another took its place as she moaned within his mouth time after time letting Jack know how good he felt within her as they clashed their hips as one. “Such sweet kisses Jack,” she whispered as he kissed her nape. Cassie griped him, and slowly she rocked herself and turned him over as she straddled his hips and smiled looking down to him. Her hands moved to his chest as she lifted her hips up dragging her wet slick lips along his shaft, her head rolled on her shoulders as she moaned out when she began to ride just the head feeling it moving just within her wet hole.“M-m-m-m so good…how I miss this feeling...” Cassie whispered as she picked her pace up and began breathing hard…faster as she took him fully in and out...gripping and grinding as she smashed her hips to his with cries of passion. The doctor hovered over Jack as he check to see his vitals, seeing if everything was okay. It was odd, something he had never seen before, but during the night, Jack's heart rate has gone up during the night as if he was...well the doctor didn't know what to think. It wasn't until now that it had gone down, the doctor opened Jacks eyes "what happened to you?" he asked himself.-------------------------Jack smiled as Cassie put herself on top of him. His hands resting on her hips as she straddled him, loving every moment as she rode him, he pushed his hips upwards to met her movement, her moans of pleasure was like music to his ears. Every second seemed to had gone forever as the pleasure within him continued to go higher, the feel of being inside her was something he loved and didn't want to end. Jack breathing became heavier as her moaned with Cassie, he knew it was only a matter of time before he could take no more, "Cassie" he said in a soft pant "I think I'm going to cum", his hips moved a bit faster as he put one hand on her stomach. Callie took her run, and then returned home to begin her daily ritual, the coffee, breakfast and shower from there she got ready for work and killed time cleaning up the place, not that it was messy, but she liked everything in its place. Pulling into the lot she cut the motor and got out locking up. Her cell rang as she pulled it from the pocket of her uniform and heard Mac’s voice. “Hey doll-face, listen I tried everything to find a relative and got nowhere I’m afraid your boy there is on his own, sorry to be the bearer of bad news.” “No Mac its fine I had already kind of known it would be like that, call it gut instinct. Thanks for doing me the favor, I owe you one.” She said as he laughed and they cut the conversation. Callie grabbed the elevator and went up to her floor, doing the normal routine as she grabbed her charts and began rounds, she watched as the doctor came out of Jack’s room as she raised a brow and stopped him in the hallway, “Anything wrong?” “No just that his heart rate sped up overnight for a period of time, I’m not sure what’s up with him Callie, but heaven’s knows miracles do happen, maybe everything yours doing for him is what he needs I really don’t know we can’t exactly say what a coma patient can hear and not hear.” Callie smiled as she began her rounds saving Jack for last. * * *​Cassie felt him within her as she groaned out enjoying how the pleasure of a man felt within her once again. She slowed her hips down as she sat there upon him, looking to him with a soft smile as he held her hips, and then she began to move again using her knees to lift her small frame up from him feeling him giving back to her each thrust matched by one of his own. Her head rolled upon her shoulders as she closed her eyes and moaned to him, her arms went up as she raked through her long tress as she humped him, just feeling him in her as she opened her mouth and left out a soft whimpering cry as he spoke about not lasting much longer. Cassie kept up on him, she didn’t slow down nor pick the pace up it stayed steady as she left out a lingering moan, “cum with me jack…cum with me now…” she groaned as she arched her back and moved her hands up over her breasts gripping them as she ground hard against him as she felt her orgasm hit. Cassie rode it out for all it was worth as she felt him join her filling her with his heated seed….yes-s-s-s Cum jack…” Jack continued to go in and out of Cassie, he knew he was close, close to cumming inside of her. He heard her words, and it was all he needed as he began his came, letting out a soft moan as his seed erupted inside of her out of pure ecstasy. As he finished he looked over at Cassie as his cock pulsed inside of her, never had she looked beautiful. He softly pulled her towards him as he kissed her passionately, never had he felt such an urge for her lips to be with his. His arms holding her as if never wanting her to leave his side. There was no denying he felt something for her, but whether she felt the same or if he should even feel like this was not completely know to him. For now all he wanted was to be with Cassie, to hold her, to love her. Callie couldn’t wait to get to Jack's room, with the change of his heart rate through the night that meant a good thing, he was responding to something she just wished she knew what it was. She smiled thinking about the night before, how incredible her masturbation session was thinking about him, she tensed up thinking about it and squeezed her pussy muscles a few times feeling the arousal. She did her rounds, and then gathered what she needed to shave and bathe jack, she took her break first and went and grabbed a soda and crackers as she went to his room with everything and sat there like normal, cracked her soda open and nibbled her crackers while she held his hand and began to read from where she left off. After break, she lathered him up and began to shave him as she softly spoke to him about everything and anything that came to mind, she softly told him about thinking him at nights when she went to bed but left out the sexual parts. Callie moved the warm soapy rag about his nude body, she carefully bathed him front and back, she stroked him when she cleaned his cock, fondled his sac but not in a perverted way more in a nurses' attention to her patient, though she felt a twinge within as she did.* * *​Cassie groaned out as she felt Jack rocking his hips against hers, her eyes closed as they came as one. One sounding off as the other followed, the soft moans and groans of ecstasy released to each other as the pleasure was felt. She smiled down to him; he pulled her close and kissed her hard and with passion as she responded with a soft moan. The kiss broke, her lips held lightly against his as she whispered, “that was so nice and enjoyable Jack…thank you for such a wonderful thing.” He wrapped his arms around her and held her to him, she closed her eyes and listened to him breath as she raised her arms and her hands went to the sides of his head as her fingers ran through his hair as she sighed softly and contently. Cassie knew he wasn’t to stay there she knew he had plans that didn’t involve her but for now she was content and happy nestled within the warmth of his arms. She stretched her legs out and her head relaxed upon his chest, the fire grew and gave off enough heat that nothing was needed as a cover as the rains stopped, and the night came to play. Her eyes closed, and she drifted into a sound sleep with him inside her. Jack said nothing as he watched Cassie fall asleep on top of him, despite what had happened not long ago, he wasn't tired, perhaps it was due to the fact that he already asleep, so to speak. For now all he could do is close his eyes and hold her as she rested. A few moments later, he heard something, it was voice, but he didn't know where it's coming from, it sounded a bit like Cassie, but it couldn't have been her, for she was sound asleep. Jack was the only one hearing it, and despite not knowing where it was, he liked it, it was soothing. He listened as Cassie laid on him. For what seemed to be hours passed and Jack could only stay in one position for so long. He rolled Cassie over so she was laying on the blanket as stood up, putting on his clothes which were moderately dry and starred out at the night sky, it was at that point he truly missed being awake. And like any other time when he felt sad, headland as he sang it felt as if a whole band played behind him. Some might say that sunshine follows thunder Go and tell it to the man who cannot shine Some might say that we should never ponder On our thoughts today 'cause they hold sway over time Some might say that we will find a brighter day Some might say that we will find a brighter day 'Cause I've been standing at the station In need of education in the rain You made no preparation for my reputation once again The sink is full of fishes She's got dirty dishes on the brain It was overflowing gently But it's all elementary my friend Some might say they don't believe in heaven Go and tell it to the man who lives in hell Some might say you get what you've been given If you don't get yours I won't get mine as well 'Cause some might say we will find a brighter day Some might say we will find a brighter day 'Cause I've been standing at the station In need of education in the rain You made no preparation for my reputation once again The sink is full of fishes She's got dirty dishes on the brain And my dog's been itchin' in the kitchen once again Some might say (Some might say) Some might say (Some might say) Callie cleaned him up, she stood there looking him over as she sighed and finished drying him fully and then redressed him with a clean gown as well as new linens on the bed. She took his hand and squeezed it, “wish I knew if you could hear me or what’s going on in that mind of yours Jack…” She cleaned up and then leaned over and kissed his cheek and then whispered, “I’ll be back to see you soon...” Callie took care of the dirty linens and then went upon her day never letting him out of her thoughts. X X X​Cassie felt asleep upon him easily and quickly, she felt his arms wrapping around her and his warm breath flow upon her with each exhale. Time would soon come she thought, and he will be gone and another to take his place as she danced within their minds being everything they wish her to be and every fantasy that ever desired and wanted. She felt him move her and just kept her eyes closed for she wasn’t ready to awaken and just enjoyed him singing out once again this time she wasn’t the audience, and she wondered who was. Jack finished his songs and just sat there. He looked over at Cassie only to see that she was still asleep. It was yet another one of those moments when felt truly alone and missed being "awake". There were so many things he needed and wanted to do, he didn't want it to end like this. As much as he liked this place with Cassie, this place full of peace, he knew he didn't belong here, he knew he had to go home. Just then, Jack saw something at the corner of his eye, he turned and there he saw a door, he didn't notice it before. He stood up and went toward it putting his hand on the wall. Right there he knew it was way out of this place. The shift seemed to be a long one for Callie that day, never ending from the start. There were two major pile ups on the freeway and many casualties, so her routine had been broken. She spent the majority of her shift assisting in the ER which seemed to be short-handed, by the time lunch rolled around she was dragging ass and for the first time in a long time she wished the day was almost over for her so she could go home and either stand under a hot shower or soak in a hot tub full of nothing but a huge mound of bubble that made her seem to disappear within them. Another nurse did her rounds for her so she could go grab coffee and something for lunch, when she returned that’s when the second spillage from the freeway came in tossing her afternoon into a whirlwind of blood and guts. By the time the end of her shift came around she just wanted to leave, it was the first time she really wanted out of work for the first time in a very long time. Callie clocked out and stopped into see jack before she left, she stood aside the bed and took his hand within her own and squeezed it as she spoke to him, “Jack I’m sorry I missed out reading session this evening but it's been a crazy hectic day here, and I promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.” Callie leaned in and kisses his cheek, gave his hand a squeeze and retreated from his room and went home. XXX​Cassie watched as he headed towards the door, she sighed softly and closed her eyes once again letting him make that decision on his own without any words or approval or disapproval from her, she knew what was waiting upon the other side for him, that his time with her was a mere dream, and she was a beautiful-winged creature of him imagination. Jack looked over at Cassie, part of him wanted her to wake up, telling that what had happened between actually meant something and that she actually had feelings for him, but she just laid there, it broke his heart a bit. As he put his hand on the door, he looked at her one last time, for he couldn't escape the thought that somehow he would she her again. Jack opened the door to a bright light, slowly things came into focus the source of the light seeming to come from a bulb in the room, the sound of machines now apparent as Jack looked around as he laid on the hospital bed. Jack sight slowly began to come back, if he knew how much his would hurt from waking up, he might have stayed a bit longer. Just then his doctor walked as came in as he saw Jack awake "well look who's up" he said with a smile. After the two exchanged pleasantries, the doctor checks his eyes among other things to see if Jack was okay, "Well you seem fine, but I'd like you to stay one more night for observation". Jack nodded in agreement "Good" replied the doctor. He did want Jack to stay for observation but her also Callie would want to see him, as it would the next best thing to being there when he awoke. "Doctor..." spoke Jack as the doctor turned to him "when they got me out, did they find anything else" the doctor sighed "EMTs said when they got you out most of the bus was destroyed, anything else in there was most likely destroyed," and with that the doctor left, as Jack sat there, for seemed his guitar was long but gone. He had saved up for months to buy it, and now it was gone. He couldn't sleep, so he just laid there listening to a familiar song on the radio next to him.

Dream Sonata(take 2)|rating:3.0

Avengers_ The Next Age DICE thread.

Roll roll roll the dice, see how well you do. Knowledge checks!! Arcana(1d20+22)[25]Do the events seem of a particular magical nature? History(1d20+11)[23]Has a temporal disturbance on this magnitude happened in the past? (And if so how were we not aware of it?) Nature(1d20+11)[28]Are these occurrences happening naturally? Planes(1d20+16)[32]Does this appear to be a multidimensional issue? Religion(1d20+16)[32]Are any lesser known entities capable of these temporal disturbances? Ugh, didn't get it to work.(1d20+26)[35]Disguise Check vs anyone's Perception (1d20+14)[32]not even possible... Who is that girl I see?!?(1d20+21)[24] Knowledge: History roll to recognize the newcomer.(1d20+10)[17] Identifying Pistols(1d20+11)[26] Identifying with CHO.(1d20+11)[18] Identifying with CAP(1d20+11)[16] Sense motive to catch what Two gun just hinted at[roll0] Sense motive to catch what Two gun just hinted at(1d20+12)[21]Sense Motive. Innuendo isn't a skill anymore, sad face. [roll/1d20+9] Bluff[Roll]1d20+9/Roll] Bluff (1d20+9)[15] BW Perception on Strange(1d20+18)[22]BW Spell Craft on Strange(1d20+11)[16] Bluff for CHO's Sense Motive(1d20+16)[24] Spell craft on Black Panther(1d20+11)[29] Spell craft on Hawkeye(1d20+11)[25] (25d20)[4][3][14][11][9][6][10][4][20][7][12][19][10][3][10][12][15][8][10][17][8][17][17][3][11](260), (20d20)[8][16][8][1][2][16][5][5][10][16][14][15][6][18][15][12][9][14][2][12](204), Local Knowledge Check(1d20+7)[15]Mastermind's Inspiration(1d8)[8] Handle Animal Check to command Kirby to look out.(1d20+12)[28] (1d20+5)[16](1d20+4)[21](1d20+4)[8](1d20)[19] (1d20+4)[21]on stealth to make it across the bridge (1d20+2)[5]Perception check for listening in the warehouse Roll initiative!(1d20+10)[30]Widow(1d20+5)[8]Panther(1d20+4)[8]Hawkeye(1d20+4)[17]Cap(1d20)[5]CHO(1d20+6)[14]Baddies I see the WORLD! Perception:(1d20+21)[36] Acrobatics(1d20+18)[37]Stealth(1d20+10)[12] (1d20+5)[17], (1d20+10)[19], (1d20+10)[30], (1d20+10)[12], (1d20+10)[16], stealthy getaway. Looking at things!(1d20+21)[41] Forgot to roll for the guy Widow is grappling... facepalm(1d20+8)[23](1d8)[8](1d20+3)[22](1d8)[6] (1d20+20)[35]stealth for Widow (1d20+10)[17]CRT Confirm(3d8+18)[33]Additional DMG VS Cap CHO's knowledge of Silverman (current).(1d20+7)[25] And forgot my Mastermind's Hyper-Mind.(1d8)[8] (1d20+5)[19](1d20+5)[10](1d20+5)[15] (1d5)[1](1d5)[1](1d5)[5](1d5)[1](1d5)[2]3 misses (1d20+8)[27]CRT confirm.(1d10+1)[8]DMG just in case (1d4)[1]Rounds of penalty for Henchman 2(1d20+10)[11]Fort save for Cap. (With Snake Side wind, can use Sense Motive to confirm CRT...for some reason)(1d20+18)[19](2d6+8)[12] (1d20+11)[20]AGK reroll for Anne(1d20+4)[5]Ouch.... CRT Confirm for Bull(1d20+17)[22](6d6+12)[33](1d20+17)[30](6d6+12)[34](1d20+7)[12](6d6+12)[38]CRT Confirm for H3(1d20+15)[19](6d6+9)[40]CRT for Boss(1d20+15)[34](1d2+1)[2]CRT for Horns(1d20+12)[19](4d6+6)[17] Fort save:(1d20+14)[33] (1d20+11)[15](2d6+3)[10]electricity Let's pretend that other reroll never happened, and now this one is because botches are bad!(1d20+17)[30] (1d20+11)[25]CRT confirm for Nazi fem(2d6+2)[11] (1d20+11)[27](2d6+3)[10](1d20+6)[15](2d6+3)[11]rolls for the male(1d20+11)[24](2d6+3)[12](1d20+6)[12](2d6+3)[5]just in case the attacks threaten Critical Bluff Check to Gunman(1d20+7)[11]Inspiration (8 uses left for day)(1d8)[8] (1d20+1)[14](1d20+1)[10](1d20)[1]not the sharpest tools in the shed. CRT Confirm Bull vs H4(1d20+12)[15](6d6+12)[34]Fort Save for horns(1d20+7)[21]DC19 (1d20+7)[14]D2 Ref(1d20+5)[24]mes Will(1d20+8)[13]Wa4 Fort(1d20+6)[9]bull will(1d20+11)[17]bull fort(1d20+7)[22]H2 ref(1d6)[2](1d20+7)[27]Horn fort I see things:(1d20+21)[22]If I fail this I'm going to laugh because irony. Perception Check(1d20+7)[14] Perception check for sirens again.(1d20+7)[17] Perception Check on the trunk, hoping to find a med kit.(1d20+7)[15] (1d20+4)[24] Initiative Acrobatics roll(1d20+11)[14] (1d20+6)[8]botch ref save W1(1d20+11)[21]botch ref save for Cap Hero point roll(1d20+17)[20] Intimidate(1d20+4)[17] (1d4)[4]botch penalty for H3 Fort Save(1d20+9)[12] Bluff Check(1d20+7)[12] (5d20)[4][20][1][18][10](53)Mass SM checks (1d20+15)[21](6d6+12)[35]CRT confirmation and DMG for H3.(1d20+5)[7]ref save for thug 1. Reflex save:(1d20+14)[28] (1d20+5)[14], (1d20+5)[20], (1d20+4)[11], Acre(1d20+11)[23] (1d20+7)[17], (1d20+7)[15], (1d20+5)[10], (1d20+4)[6], (1d2)[2], (1d2)[2], CMB(1d20+24)[33](1d20+24)[30] AOO for Bull(1d20+17)[31](2d6+4)[13]AOO for watchman(1d20+16)[30](1d8+5)[10]Acre for W4(1d20+5)[7]Acre for Mes(1d20+5)[19]Acre for D1(1d20+3)[20]Acre for T3(1d20+4)[12]EA for D1(1d20+3)[11]EA for T1(1d20+3)[8]EA for T3(1d20+4)[11] (1d5)[2]4 misses(1d5)[4]4 misses (9d2)[2][2][1][2][1][1][2][2][1](14)miss dice in order 1 misses (1d20+10)[29]Fort save vs botch for Cap DC20 Perception:(1d20+21)[34]Heal:(1d20+4)[20] (1d20-1)[19]self stabilize Intimidate:(1d20+2)[5] Another perception check BECAUSE!(1d20+7)[16] One to grow on(1d20+7)[17] Sense Motive:(1d20+18)[23] Perception(1d20+7)[25] Initiative rolls Black Panther(1d20+5)[7]CHO(1d20)[5]Two Guns(1d20+4)[15]Black Widow(1d20+10)[16]Captain America(1d20+4)[11]Them(1d20)[7]Will adjust for their initiative modifiers. (1d20+14)[30]I can see you... Can I see you?(1d20+21)[28] (1d20+11)[12]perception attack of opportunity vs BP(1d20+6)[16](1d6+6)[12] attack of opportunity vs BP #2(1d20+6)[24](1d6+6)[12] Confirm CRT:(1d20+18)[32]Damage:(2d6+8)[11] Confirm CRT:(1d20+18)[19]Damage:(2d6+8)[11] AOO #1 vs Black Panther(1d20+8)[9](1d4+2)[3]AOO #2 vs Black Panther(1d20+8)[27](1d4+2)[3]AOO #3 vs Black Panther(1d20+8)[28](1d4+2)[6]AOO #4 vs Black Panther(1d20+8)[26](1d4+2)[3] Confirm Critical Hit(1d20+8)[20] Bull rush vs Two Gargoyles(1d20+14)[32](1d20+14)[30] History:(1d20+5)[10] Spell craft Check(1d20+5)[25] (1d100)[98]1-75 Move forward through the Room with the guards and lady76-100 find another Route What do I see?(1d20+21)[37] Black Widow Perception Check(1d20+18)[28] Stealth Check for NPC as well(1d20+20)[29] Black Panther(1d20+5)[25]Two Guns(1d20+4)[19]Black Widow(1d20+10)[27]Captain America(1d20+4)[23]Them(1d20+8)[9] AOO vs Black Panther(1d20+10)[14]Claw Attack Reflex save:(1d20+14)[29] Confirm Troll CRT(1d20+10)[25] DODGE!(1d20+14)[25] Attack Rills for Two Guns(1d20+13)[22]Damage(1d8+6)[7](1d20+13)[32]Damage(1d8+6)[13](1d20+8)[12]Damage(1d8+6)[9](1d20+8)[19]Damage(1d8+6)[10] Reflect Save for Badly(1d20+10)[28] Bah! Forgot to roll miss chance.(1d2)[1]please be 2. Shot miss chances(d2)[1]2nd(d2)[1]3rd(d2)[2]4th(d2)[2] CRT Confirm(1d20+10)[17] Forget my inspiration die for a knowledge check(1d8)[1] CRT rolls(1d20+18)[33](1d8+10)[11] (1d20+12)[15](1d8+10)[18]lets try that again with the right mods Perception Check for Two Guns(1d20+11)[29] Initiative Roll(1d20+5)[7] Perception(1d20+7)[15] Being perceptive.(1d20+14)[31] Perception Check for Black Panther(1d20+21)[33] INT(1d20+5)[21]WIS(1d20+2)[22] We(1d2)[1]are(1d2)[2]sorry(1d2)[2]attacking(1d2)[1]you(1d2)[2], mighty(1d2)[1]one(1d2)[1]. We(1d2)[2]are(1d2)[1]indeed(1d2)[2]too(1d2)[1]young(1d2)[2]to(1d2)[2]defend(1d2)[1]you(1d2)[2]in(1d2)[1]combat(1d2)[2]. We(1d2)[2]will(1d2)[1]stop(1d2)[1]fighting(1d2)[2]you(1d2)[1]now(1d2)[1]. Please(1d2)[1]allow(1d2)[2]us(1d2)[2]to(1d2)[1]pass(1d2)[1]through(1d2)[2]this(1d2)[2]passage(1d2)[2]unchallenged(1d2)[2]and(1d2)[1]we(1d2)[1]could(1d2)[2]grant(1d2)[1]you(1d2)[2]a(1d2)[1]favor(1d2)[2]." Miss Chance 50%, Miss Spoke on 1(1d2)[2] What(1d2)[1]does(1d2)[2]Lucian(1d2)[2]look(1d2)[1]like(1d2)[2]?50% miss chance on language. Miss on 1 Sense Motive:(1d20+18)[20] Perception:(1d20+21)[28]Stealth:(1d20+23)[30] Stealth Rolls Black Widow(1d20+10)[14]Rodgers(1d20+4)[18] Black Panther(1d20+5)[24]Two Guns(1d20+4)[21]Black Widow(1d20+10)[24]Captain America(1d20+4)[7]Them(1d20+4)[23]CHO(1d20)[8] B3(1d100)[47]1-35 SuccessBB2(1d100)[82]1-40 Success Black Widow Perception(1d20+18)[38] What can I see?(1d20+21)[23] (1d20+14)[18]Perception DC 30 Seriously, can't I see anything?(1d20+21)[29] (1d20+14)[25], Perception. What's that sound? Sense Motive: Handsomer(1d20+7)[14] Don't botch-no wait, I guess that's okay.(1d20+21)[35] (1d20+14)[26]Perception check for CHO's conversation. Forgot, Grapple Check for Black Widow on the Demon to the North.(1d20+19)[38]If successful In Steel Coil Stance and Kraken StanceDamage(4d6+5)[18] Come on dice, don't hate me.(1d20+21)[37] (1d20+11)[17]ref save Perception:(1d20+21)[30] (1d10+4)[6]DMG to Coercion D8 to Drop Sheild1-North2-North East3-East4-South East5-South West6-West7-North West8-In Lucian's Square(1d8)[2] Perception:(1d20+21)[23] (1d20+18)[29]botch reroll.(1d20+13)[25](1d8+10)[15]CRT confirm. Acrobatics Roll stand as Free Action(1d20+18)[38] Cap Bashes the Head too hard(1d6)[5] (1d20+18)[19](1d8+10)[16]CRT confirmation Perception:(1d20+21)[30] Do I see the demons?(1d20+21)[37] DODGE!(1d20+14)[23] AOO on Chromite Good(1d20+10)[24]Damage(1d10+31)[37] (1d20+17)[25](1d8+16)[20]CRT confirmation (1d20+11)[22](1d8+9)[12]CRT confirmation Acid Damage to the shield, Bypasses Hardness(1d8)[7] (1d20+5)[14]ref save for shield. Fly baby fly. (1d20+5)[7]ref save for acid Damage to Caps Head(1d8)[4] (1d20+10)[26]Fort Save (1d20+14)[30]preemptive Perception check. Are you okay?(1d20+4)[12] Fort Save for Baba(1d20+10)[30] (1d20+10)[27]vs BP and CAP CMD Perception Check(1d20+7)[12] Where the heck is the demon?(1d20+21)[36] (1d100)[66]confusion percent roll. Oi What's behind Door #2?(1d20+21)[39] Linguistics recheck(1d20+5)[25] Knowledge Arcane(1d20+5)[21]Free Inspiration(1d8)[8]Spell craft(1d20+5)[13] (1d20+5)[11]Dun Dunnnnnngeoneering Dungeoneering(1d20+5)[10]Free Inspiration(1d8)[1] Dungeoneering:(1d20+5)[13] (1d20+11)[31]post flare Perception. (1d20+11)[31]Dance, magic dance. Jump, magic jump. Dodge!!(1d20+14)[17] Reflex Save(1d20+7)[14] Kirby's Reflex(1d20+3)[23] DODGE NATASHA!!!(1d20+17)[34] Black Panther(1d20+5)[14]Black Widow(1d20+10)[22]Captain America(1d20+4)[24]Them(1d20+2)[7]CHO(1d20)[9] (6d6)[23]falling damage Reflex save:(1d20+14)[21]Acrobatics!:(1d20+18)[24] Reflex savesCho(1d20+7)[18]Kirby(1d20+3)[20] Confirm CRT(1d20+9)[11] (1d100)[7]≤50 hit(1d100)[67]≤50 hit(1d100)[67]≥50 hit(1d100)[31]≥50 hit(1d20+18)[23]CRT confirm if hit.(1d8+10)[13]DMG (1d20+100)[110]≤50(1d20+100)[111]≥50(1d20+100)[101]≥50(1d20+100)[101]≤50(1d20+18)[31]CRT confirmation(1d8+10)[14]DMG (1d100)[31](1d100)[34](1d100)[6](1d100)[47]Let's try this again w/o the fail Spell craft to Wand(1d20+5)[19] (1d20+4)[15]Strength check False Life to Widow(1d20+2)[18](1d20+2)[11](1d20+2)[18] Additional attempts to False Life Widow(1d20+2)[17](1d20+2)[11](1d20+2)[4] Even more attempts to False Life(1d20+2)[10](1d20+2)[13](1d20+2)[7] Some more attempts to False Life Widow(1d20+2)[9](1d20+2)[14](1d20+2)[21] False Life to Captain America(1d20+2)[4](1d20+2)[10](1d20+2)[4] Try again False Life to Cap(1d20+2)[8](1d20+2)[9](1d20+2)[10] False Life Cap. Please work this time.(1d20+2)[16](1d20+2)[7](1d20+2)[11] Cast False Life to Cap already!(1d20+2)[16](1d20+2)[20](1d20+2)[4] False Life to Black Panther. C'mon 18! CHO needs a quicker casting!(1d20+2)[15](1d20+2)[18](1d20+2)[20] Captain Americas initiative(1d20+4)[13] What do I know about...the past?!?(1d20+5)[8] (1d20+14)[31]immediate bull rush vs the mage because she's stuck behind the lion I'm pushing down the stairs lol. BAM!(1d20+18)[20], POW!(2d6+8)[11]KAPOK!(1d20+18)[34], BANG!(2d6+8)[16] Get out my head!(1d20+5)[23](1d20+5)[23](1d20+5)[22] Reflex Saves(1d20+6)[14]Gwen(1d20+5)[25]Spawn(1d20+5)[6]Spawn Get out my head again!(1d20+5)[12](1d20+5)[11] Reflex Saves.(1d20+5)[19]Spawn(1d20+5)[16]Spawn (1d20+11)[25]flex bendy Dodge stuff. DODGE!!!(1d20+14)[18] (1d5)[3]1 misses miss chance on the one that might have hit. (1d20+19)[31](1d8+9)[14](1d5)[2]1 misses (1d20+5)[7]will save, action contrary to character. (1d20+14)[20]bull rush on Gwen from a flying African king. Fall on face or land on feet?(1d20+18)[19]Will save:(1d20+13)[14] Sense Motive:(1d20+18)[25] Sense Motive on specific parts of Merlin's reply:(1d20+18)[23] Perception(1d20+7)[12] Initiative for Two Guns(1d20+4)[22] (1d20+5)[13]Will save(1d20+14)[15]Sense Motive vs Spoiler box Way to fail dice....I mean....really.... Will Save(1d20+9)[28] (1d8+5)[9](1d8+5)[8](1d8+5)[13](1d8+5)[10] (1d20+11)[29]zip zap holy crap. Dice don't fail me now! Reflex Save!(1d20+7)[24] Pocket Army(1d4)[2]mini-bot(s) made Reflex Save for BW(1d20+17)[29] Confirm CRT on Panther(1d20+15)[30]Confirm CRT on King Arthur(1d20+20)[27] (1d20+17)[22]Come on dice don't fail me twice. Confirming CRT on BP.(1d20+20)[27] Come on dice, you owe me one! History:(1d20+5)[18] (1d20+15)[25]Perception Spell craft - Statues(1d20+5)[18] Black Panther(1d20+5)[24]Black Widow(1d20+10)[23]Captain America(1d20+4)[10]CHO(1d20)[18]Two Guns(1d20+4)[24]Them(1d20+2)[8] Immediate Action:Mastermind Defense(1d8)[5] (1d20+18)[27](1d20+14)[23](1d20+18)[35](1d20+14)[25](1d20+13)[21](1d20+14)[16](1d20+13)[24](1d20+14)[33] (1d20+14)[24]bull rush vs BP Black Panther(1d20+5)[18]Black Widow(1d20+10)[26]Captain America(1d20+4)[23]CHO(1d20)[20]Two Guns(1d20+4)[15]Them(1d20+8)[20] (1d20+5)[7]will save. Will Save(1d20+9)[20] Will save with Still Mind:(1d20+12)[14] (1d20+7)[19]Will save (1d20+5)[11]will don't fail me now (1d2)[2]lets hope it's a 1, cause these are negative levels. Miss chance(1d100)[72] (1d20+6)[26]Reflex Save Just in case it gets back to Cap before I'm able to get back to it.(1d20+3)[19]will False Live to Cap(1d20+2)[10](1d20+2)[22](1d20+2)[13] AOO vs Widow(1d20+15)[17](2d6+4)[11] Perception Check for traps in the second secret room.(1d20+7)[8] 1 grit point blast lock utility shot.(1d20+15)[27] Paranoia Perception check:(1d20+21)[38] Swinging through the trees! Acrobatics:(1d20+34)[47] Will Save(1d20+9)[21] Pocket Army(1d4)[1]bots Confirm Critical hit on Cap(1d20+18)[38](1d20+11)[15]Will Save for Widow (1d20+9)[15]Perception. Which way did he go, George?(1d20+21)[30] Will Save(1d20+7)[25](1d20+7)[23](1d20+7)[12] Perception Check(1d20+7)[11] Will saves for Black Widow(1d20+11)[22]Blight(1d20+11)[27]EB (1d20+3)[15]vs Blight. This is not going to end well. Will save:(1d20+10)[29] Will vs blight(1d20+7)[12] If the Short spear happens to hit(4d6)[15]damage Will Save(1d20+9)[13] (1d20+17)[26]Reflex for Widow, (1d20+11)[15]will vs Shaken(1d20+11)[12]will vs Sicken Fire Damage Iron-Mini 2(2d4)[3]Iron-Mini 3(2d4)[7] Reflex Saving throwsK(1d20+14)[31]CR(1d20+5)[8’T(1d20+8)[20]Flame Damage(2d4)[8] (1d20+9)[10]ref save vs web DODGE!!!(1d20+11)[30] Must...resist...(1d20+10)[19] Confirm Iron-Mini 2's CRT(1d20)[20]Iron-Mini's Will Save(1d20+12)[28] CHO's will save(1d20+9)[18] Heal check(1d20+8)[10] And spell craft(1d20+22)[28] Mastermind Defense against Redhead(1d8)[6]Fort Save (DC 13)(1d20+3)[13] Iron-Mini 1 Confirm for CRT(1d20+12)[20] What do I see?(1d20+21)[41] Saving Throw vs Web(1d20+7)[15] Spell craft to see what is wrong with TG(1d20+22)[32] (1d20+6)[25]Fort Save vs Stun Fort Save(1d20+3)[23] Blur mischance for BP hits on a 1-8(1d10)[4] Will save(1d20+12)[32] Concentration check to maintain casting Summon Monster V(1d20+16)[22] Melee touch attack(1d20+9)[29] Force damage to the AAAACG!(10d4)[22] Fort Save vs the Force(1d20+14)[30] Caster level check(1d20+10)[15] Knowledge Planes(1d20+5)[25]Free Inspiration(1d8)[3] Rolls to Confirm against Dr Strange(1d20+18)[31]vs Touch AC(1d20+18)[34]vs Touch AC DR Strange life-saving Counter Spell Attempt. Auto Succeed on Identifying spell effect: Scorching Ray Caster level Check(1d20+10)[17]Vs DC 23 Miss Chance for BW(1d10)[5]Hit on 1-8(1d10)[5]Hit on 1-8 Fort Save(1d20+5)[16]lets see Ranged touch attack(1d20+12)[32] 20% miss chance with two guns(1d10)[7]hit on 1-8(1d10)[6]hit on 1-8(1d10)[6]hit on 1-8(1d10)[4]hit on 1-8 (1d20+18)[33](1d8+10)[16](1d6)[3]all NL, +KO DC 19 fort. Counter Attempt.(1d20+20)[40]Fort Save if Fails(1d10+10)[14] (1d20+10)[28]Widow(1d20+5)[17]Panther(1d20+4)[6]The Doctor(1d20+4)[6]Cap(1d20)[15]CHO Initiative for Black Knight(1d20+4)[24] And Two Guns.(1d20+4)[10] (2d10)[11]Temp HP Fort save(1d20+4)[13] Downtime(2d6)[11] Knowledge (The planes) check(1d20+18)[36] Knowledge Local about the Kingpin, and the Silverman.(1d20+5)[16] Sense Motive for Black Widow(1d20+12)[19] You fiend!(1d20+21)[35] (1d20+16)[29]Perception check for what I see... Perception(1d20+15)[28]Sense Motive(1d20+10)[15]Scoping out the scene. (1d20+14)[27]SM check What do I see?(1d20+24)[32] Perception through the goggle(1d20+15)[34] Guard Fort Save(1d20+8)[21] Perception(1d20+3)[13]And if he has time and the ability to do so, Strange will try taking 20 as the eye looks all over the warehouse for any sign of Daredevil. The eye has all the sense Strange has so it can see invisible, has Dark vision, and can Detect Magic. Guard perception(1d20)[16] Surprise Round InitiativePanther(1d20+6)[19]Widow(1d20+10)[29]Cap(1d20+5)[19]CHO(1d20+1)[4]Doc(1d20+1)[15]Two-Gun(1d20+4)[12] Guards 40 ft away perception check(1d20)[7] Will Saves against Sleep DC 19Desk Man(1d20+2)[19]Table Man N(1d20+2)[4]Table Man E(1d20+2)[21]Table Man S(1d20+2)[20]Table Man W(1d20+2)[13] Them(1d20+3)[9] RAR, I am very intimidating.(1d20+2)[17] H'okay so... In order to decide whom to attack when I will need DM confirmation on hits and effects. As part of my turn I will be activating my boots of speed as a free action and Martial Flexibility the feat Enforcer for one minute. I am remaining mounted which gives me a +1 on melee attacks and balances out the +1 I normally get on ranged attacks, so I won't need to adjust rolls. Full Attack(1d20+25)[27](3d6+12)[21]NL +intimidate(1d20+16)[36]+Shield Slam (bull rush using attack roll vs CMD)(1d20+25)[38](3d6+12)[20]NL +intimidate(1d20+16)[36]+Shield Slam(1d20+25)[36](3d6+12)[21]NL +intimidate(1d20+16)[30]+Shield Slam(1d20+20)[36](3d6+12)[20]NL +intimidate(1d20+16)[18]+Shield Slam(1d20+20)[26](3d6+12)[23]NL +intimidate(1d20+16)[26]+Shield Slam(1d20+15)[33](3d6+12)[16]NL +intimidate(1d20+16)[36]+Shield Slam(1d20+15)[16](3d6+12)[19]NL +intimidate(1d20+16)[32]+Shield Slam Ref save(1d20+13)[25] Middle Right Guard Perception(1d20)[4]Top Right Guard Perception(1d20)[8]Bottom Middle Guard Perception(1d20)[18] Bottom Middle Guard CRT Confirm(1d20+15)[18] CHO's AoOAttack(1d20+9)[27]Elect Damage(5d6)[13] Central Room Guard Perception Check(1d20)[9] (1d20+19)[28]Acrobatics check(1d20+19)[30]Acrobatics check (1d20+15)[35]CRT confirmation CHO's actual turn Touch attack(1d20+11)[24]Widow's Bite(5d6)[16] Fort Save(1d20+8)[15] Bullseye Shot vs. Touch AC(1d20+15)[25] Fort Save(1d20+8)[17] Melee attack(1d20+11)[15] (1d20+5)[21]k. Local (1d20+16)[18]acrobatics (1d20+8)[16]ride(1d20+19)[22]Acrobatics with the correct modifier this time... (1d20+25)[26](3d6+12)[24]CRT confirmation Caster level check to counterspell. Using an Arcane point to empower it(1d20+13)[24] (1d20+16)[17](1d8+5)[7] Spell craft checks for identifying any magic items or enemies are wearing. If they have fewer items than rolls then ignore extras. Doorman:(1d20+22)[35], (1d20+22)[34], (1d20+22)[23](don't think we can CRT fail skill checks, but if he has only 1 or 2 items this won't matter), (1d20+22)[38]Hurricane:(1d20+22)[41], (1d20+22)[31], (1d20+22)[39], (1d20+22)[30]Moro:(1d20+22)[32], (1d20+22)[38], (1d20+22)[39], (1d20+22)[36], (1d20+22)[39], (1d20+22)[29] (1d20+16)[22]perception reroll for Cap. This new phone is way to autocorrect happy. (1d20+21)[28](1d20+21)[36](1d20+21)[26](1d20+21)[37](1d20+21)[37](1d20+21)[34] Using those peepers:(1d20+24)[37] Bootblack Panther(1d20+6)[14]Black Widow(1d20+10)[13]Captain America(1d20+5)[18]CHO(1d20+1)[8]Daredevil(1d20+5)[21]Reptile(1d20+4)[10]Storm(1d20+4)[6]Two-Guns Kid(1d20+4)[5] The Hand(1d20+7)[11] (1d20+22)[35]to hit(3d6+12)[26]possible dmg(1d2)[2]miss chance, hit on 1. Perception check for Storm:(1d20+2)[3] Looking around(1d20+16)[26]perception. (1d20+19)[27]attack roll on ninja vs touch DMG on hit:(1d8+5)[11] (1d20+13)[19]reflex save for fumble result. Fort save(1d20+6)[13] Age Bun shin no Juts!(1d4)[1](1d4)[3] Rolling my d4Bite(1d4)[3]Claw 1(1d4)[3]Claw 2(1d4)[1] Acrobatics(1d20+16)[22] Shadow Clone?(1d2)[2] I'm guessing we didn't have an Avengers IOC thread... well, I'll just leave this here.XP:Cap, Panther, Widow, CHO, TGK 5400Strange, (missed last mod) 4500Storm, Reptile 1200GP reward 30k each. Not really needed I think since all our IOC chat is in FB. Black Widow Upgrades Ring of Forcesheild to Ring of Force Head and Invisibility. Base Cost 20k, +50% = 30k Spent. Selling Nightmare Boots (8500 GP/2=4250 made) and Amulet of Bullet Protection +3 (13,500 GP/2=6750 made)Upgrading Amulet of Mighty Fists +2 to add Vicious (10000 GP)Buying Boots of Speed (12500 GP)Buying Gloves of the Shortened Path (27500 GP)That's most of my money, but totally worth it ;-) Now you see me, now you don't...(1d20+11)[28] Whoosh!(1d20+18)[32], DC 25If fail, (2d6)[3]x 10 feet +(2d6)[6]damage (1d20+12)[15]at DM's request [roll0]i12 target area Spell resistance[roll1] DMG aimed at i12(10d6)[31]Spell resist(1d20+12)[14] (1d20+8)[21]fort save for Storm:(1d20+10)[26] Fort save for Cap(1d20+12)[22]DC 17 Dodge!(1d20+11)[21] (1d20+9)[21]reflect save Damage on Greater Aggressive Thundercloud (if hits)(6d6)[24] Reflex negates- uhh!(1d20+11)[24] Again, dodge!(1d20+11)[14] (1d20+7)[19]Roll Logan roll!!! Evens or odds?(1d2)[2] (1d20+16)[34]perception for Cap. Save vs poison(1d20+6)[20] Burning Hands damage(5d4)[12]DC is 16Spell Resistance check(1d20+12)[14] Rolling early so I can add results to my post.(1d20+16)[20]perception to look for weaponizeable items on the jet. Oh come on, the one roll that mattered.(2d6+13)[22] Dodge!1:(1d20+11)[16]2.1:(1d20+11)[16] SR checks for Storms. Swarm 1:(1d20+12)[14]Vs. Swarm 2:(1d20+12)[16] (1d20+8)[10]fort Ouch, I've been poisoned!(1d4)[4]DEX damage SR check vs. Swarm 2 on Aggressive Thundercloud(1d20+12)[25]SR check vs. Swarm 2 on Cone of Cold(1d20+12)[14] (1d20+7)[14]Reflect save vs Cold Spell from storm Dodge!(1d20+11)[24](1d20+11)[18] [Roll]1d20±8[/roll] fort (1d20+8)[18]fort (1d20+8)[23]fort(1d20+8)[15]fort Testing to see if this works from my phone(1d20)[18]Okay I can type in a roll but I won't be able to see the results from it, however the results posted fine to be seen from a computer. I'm on fire!!!!(1d20+11)[25] Forts(1d20+8)[25](1d20+8)[28](1d20+8)[28] Wow, Reptile yelled for help and Cap's still asleep. Must been a rough day.(1d20+16)[17]DC 20. Or a date with Bill Cosby. 20 % Miss Chance Rolls(1d5)[2]1 Misses(1d5)[3]1 Misses(1d5)[5]1 Misses(1d5)[3]1 Misses(1d5)[5]1 Misses(1d5)[2]1 Misses(1d5)[2]1 Misses (1d20+10)[26]perception Whaley?(1d20+28)[31]Really?(1d20+28)[48] Begin Round 2! The creature once again leans down to attack Wolverine with its incorporeal hand. Touch Attack vs Wolverine(1d20+20)[28], (3d6)[10]negative energy damage + Fort save DC 23 vs(1d8)[4]Con drain Panther regenerates (heals 1 HP). Black Panther clicks his heels and charges hi ski (Activate Boots of Speed; +4 Dodge bonus to AC this round from I). He moves south to J14→J15→K16. As he starts to move, the creature lashes out at him. Panther Claw counter #1 (-2 to AOO if hits):(1d5)[5], 1 misses(1d20+22)[23], (4d6+11)[23]damage, Panther takes(1d6-3)[1]damaged Touch Attack AOO vs BP(1d20+20)[33], (3d6)[9]negative energy damage + Fort save DC 23 vs(1d8)[4]Con drain Spoiler: If enemy AOO misses, Snake Fang AOO #1: Hide (1d5)[2], 1 misses (1d20+23)[40], (4d6+11)[27] damage, Panther takes (1d6-3)[2] damage Spoiler: If Snake Fang hits, immediate action to attack again: Hide (1d5)[5], 1 misses (1d20+22)[29], (4d6+11)[24] damage, Panther takes (1d6-3)[-2] damage The creatures takes stock of Panther's fighting style and chooses not to attack again. Black Panther finishes his move to K16, shrugs, and begins flanking with Wolverine. Flanking, fighting defensively vs DW(1d5)[3], 1 misses(1d20+24)[36], (4d6+11)[29]damage, Panther takes(1d6-3)[3]damage Black Panther hits three times, but overextends himself. He is sickened for (1d4) rounds. Wolverine is up. (1d20+10)[20]Voodoos perception(1d20+8)[27]Spirit Animals perception (1d20+11)[14]knowledge religion #1:(1d20+14)[25], (1d4)[4]If that works, #2:(1d20+14)[22], (1d4)[1]If that works, #3:(1d20+14)[28], (1d4)[2] BP is sickened for(1d4)[3]rounds (1d20+12)[20]will (1d20+7)[22]will save. +1 if it happens to be divination (stay out my head) Will Save for Logan:(1d20+10)[14]Will save (1d20+12)[24](1d20+12)[18] Will save vs positive with resistance:(1d20+15)[20] (1d20+7)[10]fort (1d20+7)[12]fort save (1d20+25)[42](2d6+13)[19]CRT confirmation roll Fear saving throw(1d20+11)[29] WILL save for storm:(1d20+13)[27] Die of random chance, Storm calls odds:(1d2)[1] CRT Damages(1d8+21)[23](1d8+21)[28](1d8+21)[22](1d8+21)[24](1d8+21)[27](1d8+21)[25](1d8+21)[26](1d8+21)[26]

Avengers_ The Next Age DICE thread.|rating:1.0

[NSFW] - Villainous Company (Council Game)

Alright, here's the scoop. I'm hunting for players for a council type game. Each one of you will be members of the board of directors for an upcoming new company that just so happens to fairly villainous in nature. You see, this normal and ordinary world isn't quite so ordinary. You were all captured by a strange and devious monster, one who intended to eat you whole, sucking out your souls and eating your flesh. Through teamwork, cunning, ruining someone's car, and the timely intervention of a magical girl, you managed to not only survive, you got away with a handful of artifacts and the monster's book of spells. Pooling your resources, you've discovered that you can slowly decode the book. That you can use the artifacts your recovered, that you can cast magic. Unfortunately, you lack MANA. The magical force that is needed to do anything. Fortunately, the book has its own solutions. Camping out on salines, draining energy from people, or even capturing a magical girl and using them as a source of power. It won't be easy, but this represents your biggest chance to make it big. Gather MANA. Make money. Crush your enemies. Capture magical girls. And carve out your own little empire. I'm looking for about 3–4 players to act as the board of directors, each player heading up a certain 'department'. I'm going to be using Crusader King stats for this, and each player will bring their own stats to the board. You may notice that there's five stats (Diplomacy, Stewardship, Martial, Intrigue, Learning), and I'm only planning on 3–4 players. This is a feature, not a bug. I want to encourage some struggling in the early game, on top of some specialization in how it develops. Anyway, if you're interested in this prestigious enterprise, why not post a character and give me a pitch? Name:Age:Appearance:Bio:Desired Department(s):Desired Departments is the only unique thing on here, and just put what you're interested in. Diplomacy means managing negotiations and 'legitimate' enterprises, Stewardship means becoming resource management, Martial is taking charge of combat operations, Intrigue will involve you becoming the secret intelligence/spying division, and Learning is the science department. Other stats will be determined once I actually get this ball rolling and pick players out, so don't worry about that right now.CHARACTERSSinsystems as...VINCENT BLACK Spoiler Age: 21 Appearance: Bio: Vincent Black was once a promising student that looked forward to a comfortable life, during his school days he was the one everyone came to for help as he had a warm dependable aura that made it almost impossible to not like him. Which was exactly what he wanted as he whispered his honeyed words into their ears and made all those around him dance like puppets on his strings. When he graduated with a clear path to acceptance into a well respected university to study psychology, a career path he prepared for by preemptively taking some side courses in advance in order to ensure he had the best grounding possible. That is until his parents business went under and the money that they had been saving for his education went to putting food on the table. He honestly wasn't too sure how he had become involved in this new group, one moment he had been searching for a menial job that was beneath someone like him and the next he was part of a scheme involving a secret world of magic. Some might have turned away from such an endeavour, but Vincent saw it as an opportunity, one where he can assume the position he truly deserved where society itself danced to his strings. Stats: Diplomacy - 20 Intrigue - 15 Martial -10 Stewardship - 10 Learning - 15 Mizzen as...NATHANIEL GOODMAN Spoiler Name: Nathaniel Goodman Age: 20 Stats: Learning:20 Diplomacy:15 Stewardship:15 Intrigue:10 Martial:10 Appearance: Bio: Nathaniel had always been a friendly person. Almost everyone he met he got along with reasonable well. Being friendly cost nothing, so why not be a nice person? After all, even if you cared little about the others the way he did, being friendly came with far more opportunities than being abrasive. His main hobby was learning, there were so many fascinating things in philosophy and nature. Though his favorite subject were probably humans, that he didn't like most on a personal level, didn't mean they weren't fascinating. Their biology, their mind, their flaws. Just how much a human's mind lied to them about the surrounding things, just how much it failed to register, just how much his own lied and failed to register. Sadly, his family did not have the means for him to obtain all those books he wanted. Though he managed to learn regardless, praise the public library and the internet for that. Though of course he had to sift through a lot of not quite accurate information in the latter one. Though, of course, that was not quite everything there was to his vices. He loved his knowledge, that did not mean that he did not want to leverage it to advance himself. Moving up the social ladder was statistically unlikely, but that did not stop him from wanting to do so. He wanted more than he had, in most regards, both academically and materialistically. His attendance to the university was due to a scholarship, he had managed to obtain. Something he was very happy about, given that he would never have been able to afford it otherwise. The field he chooses to pursue was Neurobiology with minors in Biological- and more general engineering. He was full on subsumed in his study, when the incident with the monster occurred. There was some shock, there was some terror. There was a lot of wonder about his this creature that captured them worked. Was it's similar to the brain of a human? How did it differ? How did some of the things it did even work on a biological level? What kind of role-played magic in its biology and mind? Now that he knew it existed, how did magic play into a human's biology and mind? What was magic? And how could he make use of it? Metal as....ALEXANDER FORRESTER Spoiler Name: Alexander Forrester Age: 20 Stats: Diplomacy - 15 Intrigue - 15 Martial - 20 Stewardship - 10 Learning - 10 Appearance: Bio: Alexander was your fairly average only child. A bit spoiled, a bit gun ho in his attitude. But nothing that was overly malicious. He just enjoyed having some excitement in his life. While his early childhood was unremarkable, later on in his teen years he became something of a delinquent. A few brawls on the street, and plenty of stuff like paintball, airsoft, and shoot video games like the kind that you'd accuse of causing a school shooting if that sort of thing was reliable. Eventually he widened up out of the outright illegal activity and went to college, though he was never really able to settle on what it was that he wanted to do with his life like everyone else seemed to be able to. He didn't want to face the future like that, and bounced from club to club trying to find a spot where he fit in, until one day he wound up in an outrageous situation. He just barely managed to escape with some of the others, who then tried to recruit him for some special project in theirs. Furthermore, he didn't really care about the ultimate goal, but it seemed like it was interesting so he agreed to give it a shot. Cone as...CHESTER HENDERSON Spoiler Name: Chester 'Chad' Henderson Jr Stats: Stewardship:20 Diplomacy:15 Learning:15 Intrigue:10 Martial:10 Bio: Son of Chester Henderson Sr (of Henderson's Quality Motors) and Marcia Henderson née Ashcroft. He has 2 younger siblings at high school that he doesn't talk to. He is currently living on campus while he studies for a Business degree, with a view to working for his father in the fine field of used automobile sales. Chad coasted through high school, playing football, partying and not really studying as much as he should. While he had plenty of acquaintances he had few friends. This trend continued into University, though the fact that he wasn't good enough to go pro took some of the luster off his enjoyment of football. Chad recently broke up with his high school girlfriend, Sandy. Unfortunately he had forgotten their anniversary and was in the middle of Misty when Sandy came up to his dorm room to surprise him. She was less than impressed to find him sloughing a football groupie doggy style and conveyed her dissatisfaction at volume. Misty was also displeased to know that he was less than faithful and couldn't remember an important date. Last Chad heard the two had struck up a friendship based on alcohol and explaining to passersby that all men are pigs. The monster attack and subsequent magical girl rescue was a hammer blow to Chads rather ordinary and narcissistic existence. He can swing a punch, he can even take a punch, but it became clear to him that in any sort of fight against the supernatural forces of the night Chad would become a rapidly expanding cloud of giblets 5 seconds after the other party stopped monologist. All of his social skills and his wheeler-dealer skills would avail him nothing. He needed an edge, a lever he could jam into the machinery of the world and tilt it so that it once again revolved around Chad. And it seemed that fate, luck or karma provided. Magic. Books of magic. I'm interested. Sin systems said: ↑ I'm interested. Click to expand... Really? What may I ask interests you about it? Shaderic said: ↑ Really? What may I ask interests you about it? Click to expand... Personally I just want to play a villain in an urban fantasy setting, also I have a style of character I want to try. On a side note what department would a character who's main thing is Buying, Selling and Altering memories? A Memory Merchant if you will. Sin systems said: ↑ Personally I just want to play a villain in an urban fantasy setting, also I have a style of character I want to try. On a side note what department would a character who's main thing is Buying, Selling and Altering memories? A Memory Merchant if you will. Click to expand... ... Depends. First thing's first, you have to research that, which is pretty blatantly Learning/Science Department. Then there's the matter of who you're selling the service to. Are you selling the elimination of a rival's memories? Stealing secrets from their minds? Then it's a matter ofTurksthe Intrigue/Spy department. If you're up front selling the stuff, like you're in Total Recall and someone wants the memory of a fancy vacation that involves fantastic sex with a super-model, then it'd probably fall under Diplomacy. For reference though, there is a masquerade in place, so doing that last one would be pretty hard. I'm always interested in an evil council game. There have been a lot of suggestions for energy draining schemes in different shows. Wonder which would work here. This does seem interesting. I assume that the players are neophytes to the world of magic? They have this one experience with the supernatural (and the loot from it) but have no idea about the other players in the game, the history of the world, the threats, the scope of magic etc. Also, how evil are you expecting people to be? I am kinda allergic to stupid!evil. Abducting a magical girl to use as a MANA battery is a really high-risk/high-reward sort of thing. Fine as a one-off but making it into a business model seems like a surefire way to not live to retirement age. Ignoring the fact that magical girls fight evil stuff that wants to take over/destroy the world we keep all our stuff in, they are magically empowered warriors, they have friends, there are probably institutions that work to save the world, there are demons/etc that will want to take our captured magical girls, there are other people doing the exact same thing who will get pissed at us stealing 'their' magical girls. Not the sort of thing sane people get involved in without a lot of research, intelligence gathering and threat assessments. Can we get a few more notes about the world/magic etc.? There are all sorts of characters that could be fun to play. Chad, the stereotypical jock frat-boy (surprisingly high social, parents are in politics/business/something interesting, fit but no particular combat skills, studying marketing/economics/seminary science). Veronica, the journalist (excellent information gathering, lots of contacts/ability to generate contacts, no combat, average diplomacy). Franklin, the science geek (studying at uni, scholarship from army, medium combat, no dipso, poor stewardship). Mizzet said: ↑ I'm always interested in an evil council game. There have been a lot of suggestions for energy draining schemes in different shows. Wonder which would work here. Click to expand... I'm going to split this into two basic categories. Active and Passive drains. Active drains are cast, and then suck up a bunch of energy. These are high pay-outs, but have high chances of attracting all sorts of attention. Passive drains, meanwhile, suck up much tinier amounts of energy. Conversely, they're much harder to detect, and are much less likely to draw reprisals. Basically, you've got high-risk, high-reward and low-risk, low-reward. That said, there are situations where one can pay out much better than the other. Active Drains in close quarters can knock a lot of people out fast, while a Passive Drain that can tap into thousands of people at a sporting event can pay major dividends. Shaderic said: ↑ ... Depends. First thing's first, you have to research that, which is pretty blatantly Learning/Science Department. Then there's the matter of who you're selling the service to. Are you selling the elimination of a rival's memories? Stealing secrets from their minds? Then it's a matter of Turks the Intrigue/Spy department. If you're up front selling the stuff, like you're in Total Recall and someone wants the memory of a fancy vacation that involves fantastic sex with a super-model, then it'd probably fall under Diplomacy. For reference though, there is a masquerade in place, so doing that last one would be pretty hard. Click to expand... Well I plan on setting up a therapy/rehab/cult sort of place where people can go to forget their bad memories through hypnosis and the like. When in reality I will be brainwashing people into sleeper agents and have them come in regularly to be drained of some of their man awhile also trying to bring more people in. Cone said: ↑ This does seem interesting. I assume that the players are neophytes to the world of magic? They have this one experience with the supernatural (and the loot from it) but have no idea about the other players in the game, the history of the world, the threats, the scope of magic etc. Also, how evil are you expecting people to be? I am kinda allergic to stupid!evil. Abducting a magical girl to use as a MANA battery is a really high-risk/high-reward sort of thing. Fine as a one-off but making it into a business model seems like a surefire way to not live to retirement age. Ignoring the fact that magical girls fight evil stuff that wants to take over/destroy the world we keep all our stuff in, they are magically empowered warriors, they have friends, there are probably institutions that work to save the world, there are demons/etc that will want to take our captured magical girls, there are other people doing the exact same thing who will get pissed at us stealing 'their' magical girls. Not the sort of thing sane people get involved in without a lot of research, intelligence gathering and threat assessments. Can we get a few more notes about the world/magic etc.? There are all sorts of characters that could be fun to play. Chad, the stereotypical jock frat-boy (surprisingly high social, parents are in politics/business/something interesting, fit but no particular combat skills, studying marketing/economics/seminary science). Veronica, the journalist (excellent information gathering, lots of contacts/ability to generate contacts, no combat, average diplomacy). Franklin, the science geek (studying at uni, scholarship from army, medium combat, no dipso, poor stewardship). Click to expand... Yeah, you're absolute neophytes. At first, anyway. In terms of evil, I'm basically expecting some really nasty things. The capturing magical girls to fuel your enterprises thing is avoidable, but they do represent the biggest generators of magic in game. That said, with sufficient research you could probably find ways to generate your own magical girls, possibly even making yourselves into ones. You might be asking 'Why not a magical boy'? I could give a lore reason. I could decide to let you guys become magicians, and leave the 'gender' thing out of it. But I'll be entirely frank with you. Spoiler: It's the tits Pretty girls are much more appealing to write about. More setting details are going to come down to you guys discovering it IC. Sin systems said: ↑ Well I plan on setting up a therapy/rehab/cult sort of place where people can go to forget their bad memories through hypnosis and the like. When in reality I will be brainwashing people into sleeper agents and have them come in regularly to be drained of some of their man awhile also trying to bring more people in. Click to expand... You are legitimately terrifying, and I love it. Definitely a diplomacy/intrigue build. I shall be applying as a sort of Cult Leader style character, so Diplomacy/Intrigue is going to be my thing. Shaderic said: ↑ That said, there are situations where one can pay out much better than the other. Active Drains in close quarters can knock a lot of people out fast, while a Passive Drain that can tap into thousands of people at a sporting event can pay major dividends. Click to expand... This sounds like a great logistical challenge. Getting a contract to do cleaning and/or maintenance on the subway system, doing a light passive drain on all the commuters. Selling merchandise at sporting events that have a rune or two stitched into the hem. Selling cases for mobile phones that drain people slightly all day long. The possibilities are endless! The downside is organizing all the business and contracts, the financing and human resources to do the actual work. I assume we aren't starting out with big businesses and millions of dollars? The first meeting is going to be beer and pizza in someone's apartment? Then there are the actual (yet to be researched) mechanical issues. How do we collect, transfer and store MANA? Do we need someone with actual engineering skills? Cone said: ↑ This sounds like a great logistical challenge. Getting a contract to do cleaning and/or maintenance on the subway system, doing a light passive drain on all the commuters. Selling merchandise at sporting events that have a rune or two stitched into the hem. Selling cases for mobile phones that drain people slightly all day long. The possibilities are endless! The downside is organizing all the business and contracts, the financing and human resources to do the actual work. I assume we aren't starting out with big businesses and millions of dollars? The first meeting is going to be beer and pizza in someone's apartment? Click to expand... My plan is to get involved with a few youth organizations such as summer camps and the like where I will have ready access to a bunch of young people (ranging from children to teens) easily influenced minds far away from their parents. There I will turn them into good little cultists which can then bring in more people from their schools into my little organization. Sin systems said: ↑ I shall be applying as a sort of Cult Leader style character, so Diplomacy/Intrigue is going to be my thing. Click to expand... I will give you the warning to be careful though, since that's also the kind of scheme that might attract attention. It won't be easy to set up, either. Cone said: ↑ This sounds like a great logistical challenge. Getting a contract to do cleaning and/or maintenance on the subway system, doing a light passive drain on all the commuters. Selling merchandise at sporting events that have a rune or two stitched into the hem. Selling cases for mobile phones that drain people slightly all day long. The possibilities are endless! The downside is organizing all the business and contracts, the financing and human resources to do the actual work. I assume we aren't starting out with big businesses and millions of dollars? The first meeting is going to be beer and pizza in someone's apartment? Click to expand... There's a reason that Stewardship is its own stat. On top of managing your MANA income, you have to actually make money. Your business is basically going to be run out of your homes, so I wouldn't expect the resources to very large at first. That said, this is very much a rags-to-riches kind of story. You start off scratching together basic magics on the kitchen counter in a cheap apartment, and end when you drink some fine wine looking out the window of your company's own sky-scraper as your magical girl secretary asks if she's supposed to be in 'costume' for a meeting, or if she should continue being topless. Sin systems said: ↑ My plan is to get involved with a few youth organizations such as summer camps and the like where I will have ready access to a bunch of young people (ranging from children to teens) easily influenced minds far away from their parents. There I will turn them into good little cultists which can then bring in more people from their schools into my little organization. Click to expand... ... Man, you would actually try and find your way into working at a 'corrective' kind of camp, wouldn't you? Shaderic said: ↑ ... Man, you would actually try and find your way into working at a 'corrective' kind of camp, wouldn't you? Click to expand... Of course, after all if I can turn those unruly kids into perfectly behaved members of society that will get more parents sending their children to me. Sin systems said: ↑ Of course, after all if I can turn those unruly kids into perfectly behaved members of society that will get more parents sending their children to me. Click to expand... ... Christ, you're evil. Like, I planned for brainwashing magical girls, but that's like the grinding mundane kind of evil that's terrifying because it happens. You make this sound incredibly fun. I love evil. If you're already going for a dual build, I'd guess that's also largely takes care of having one less player than there are stats. I'd probably go for learning. Sin systems said: ↑ Of course, after all if I can turn those unruly kids into perfectly behaved members of society that will get more parents sending their children to me. Click to expand... shader said: ↑ ... Christ, you're evil. Like, I planned for brainwashing magical girls, but that's like the grinding mundane kind of evil that's terrifying because it happens. Click to expand... Well... I guess human resources is taken care of? We probably need: Legal, Financial, Marketing, Information systems, R&D, Engineering/Manufacturing, Security, Intelligence Gathering. Though one person can wear two hats at a pinch, and we can hire NPCs to fill in for any empty seats, once we have the capital. Anyone have any preferences? Shaderic said: ↑ ... Christ, you're evil. Like, I planned for brainwashing magical girls, but that's like the grinding mundane kind of evil that's terrifying because it happens. Click to expand... Thank you, I am actually a nice person IRL, but I let my evil side out in rps. On a side note are we allowed to start with any qualifications since I'd like to start with a degree is psychiatry. Mizzet said: ↑ You make this sound incredibly fun. I love evil. If you're already going for a dual build, I'd guess that's also largely takes care of having one less player than there are stats. I'd probably go for learning. Click to expand... Learning's honestly the one that I thought the most people would be jumping on. What with it being the literal mad science magic. Cone said: ↑ Well... I guess human resources is taken care of? We probably need: Legal, Financial, Marketing, Information systems, Ramp;D, Engineering/Manufacturing, Security, Intelligence Gathering. Though one person can wear two hats at a pinch, and we can hire NPCs to fill in for any empty seats, once we have the capital. Anyone have any preferences? Click to expand... I'm simplifying this into the Crusader Kings stats for a reason. Also, you literally start off with almost none of that. Enough of this depends on your play style that I'm not going to design elements for these kinds of things until after we've started, and I've got a good grip on what you're trying to accomplish. Sin systems said: ↑ Thank you, I am actually a nice person IRL, but I let my evil side out in rps. On a side note are we allowed to start with any qualifications since I'd like to start with a degree is psychiatry. Click to expand... Alas, as you are all desperate teens/twenty-something (someone older or with better resources probably wouldn't attempt a nefarious evil Start-Up), I'm going to say you don't have degrees. Shaderic said: ↑ Learning's honestly the one that I thought the most people would be jumping on. What with it being the literal mad science magic. I'm simplifying this into the Crusader Kings stats for a reason. Also, you literally start off with almost none of that. Enough of this depends on your play style that I'm not going to design elements for these kinds of things until after we've started, and I've got a good grip on what you're trying to accomplish. Alas, as you are all desperate teens/twenty-something (someone older or with better resources probably wouldn't attempt a nefarious evil Start-Up), I'm going to say you don't have degrees. Click to expand... Can I at least have been studying it before financial issues forced me to drop out? Sin systems said: ↑ Can I at least have been studying it before financial issues forced me to drop out? Click to expand... On the one hand, I try to be accommodating to my players. On the other, I genuinely don't want to give you guys too much of a leg up, since I'm literally handing you magic to smooth all your problems over with. I'm assuming you want the accreditation to serve as a reference so you can get hired as a 'counselor'? Shaderic said: ↑ On the one hand, I try to be accommodating to my players. On the other, I genuinely don't want to give you guys too much of a leg up, since I'm literally handing you magic to smooth all your problems over with. I'm assuming you want the accreditation to serve as a reference so you can get hired as a 'counselor'? Click to expand... Pretty much, although honestly it's mostly to explain why I am handling the position I am. Sin systems said: ↑ Pretty much, although honestly it's mostly to explain why I am handling the position I am. Click to expand... In this case, I'll roll with it then. A couple of psych classes, but nothing near a degree. Is that fine? Shaderic said: ↑ In this case, I'll roll with it then. A couple of psych classes, but nothing near a degree. Is that fine? Click to expand... Perfect, just enough to get started. Now to hire some students to work at whatever business we start up to pay the bills who can act as my test bed for brainwashing. Sin systems said: ↑ Pretty much, although honestly it's mostly to explain why I am handling the position I am. Click to expand... Do camp counselors have an actual degree and certification? I thought they hired scrubs for most of that, with one actual psychologist to oversee shit. Shaderic said: ↑ In this case, I'll roll with it then. A couple of psych classes, but nothing near a degree. Is that fine? Click to expand... I assume that there is a common denominator that links everyone together? A reason they were all grabbed at the same time? It wouldn't be a stretch if everyone was at the same university as undergrads. Sin systems said: ↑ Perfect, just enough to get started. Now to hire some students to work at whatever business we start up to pay the bills who can act as my test bed for brainwashing. Click to expand... You need money for that first. Cone said: ↑ Do camp counselors have an actual degree and certification? I thought they hired scrubs for most of that, with one actual psychologist to oversee shit. Click to expand... Basically true, but adding psych stuff to his resume could help him stand out and get hired. I assume that there is a common denominator that links everyone together? A reason they were all grabbed at the same time? It wouldn't be a stretch if everyone was at the same university as undergrads. Click to expand... There was no particular rhyme or reason to the original grab, but that's as convenient an explanation as any. Shaderic said: ↑ You need money for that first. Basically true, but adding psych stuff to his resume could help him stand out and get hired. There was no particular rhyme or reason to the original grab, but that's as convenient an explanation as any. Click to expand... Okay then a job as a councillor it is then. I set up a passive MANA leech in a couple of the cabins or something while I experiment. Shadericwhen/where is the setting? Just a few pointers for character creation. Which country, big city/small city/town, are we playing in modern times? While modern amenities are fun, a 1980s setting has a certain retro chic. The whole before/after internet thing might make a big difference to how the game plays out. Also, just for reference this is what gave me the idea for the character I am going to make Hm, could be fun. I'll have to think over some schemes, though I'm leaning towards spy stuff or talking stuff (Espionage or Diplomacy) Ok, this sounds pretty dang fun. Any room for a character who wants to laugh malevolently and TAKE OVER THE WORLD? Would Asset Acquisition be a viable department? And do PC characters have to human? Name: Vincent Blockage: 21Appearance:Bio:Vincent Black was once a promising student that looked forward to a comfortable life, during his school days he was the one everyone came to for help as he had a warm dependable aura that made it almost impossible to not like him. Which was exactly what he wanted as he whispered his honeyed words into their ears and made all those around him dance like puppets on his strings. When he graduated with a clear path to acceptance into a well respected university to study psychology, a career path he prepared for by preemptively taking some side courses in advance in order to ensure he had the best grounding possible. That is until his parents business went under and the money that they had been saving for his education went to putting food on the table. He honestly wasn't too sure how he had become involved in this new group, one moment he had been searching for a menial job that was beneath someone like him and the next he was part of a scheme involving a secret world of magic. Some might have turned away from such an endeavour, but Vincent saw it as an opportunity, one where he can assume the position he truly deserved where society itself danced to his strings. Stats:Diplomacy - 20Intrigue - 15Martial -10Stewardship - 10Learning - 15Desired Department(s): Diplomacy, Intrigue, Human Resources, Cult Leader, Future School Principal. Name: Nathaniel Goodman Age: 20 Stats:Learning:20Diplomacy:15Stewardship:15Intrigue:10Martial:10Appearance:Bio:Nathaniel had always been a friendly person. Almost everyone he met he got along with reasonable well. Being friendly cost nothing, so why not be a nice person? After all, even if you cared little about the others the way he did, being friendly came with far more opportunities than being abrasive. His main hobby was learning, there were so many fascinating things in philosophy and nature. Though his favorite subject were probably humans, that he didn't like most on a personal level, didn't mean they weren't fascinating. Their biology, their mind, their flaws. Just how much a human's mind lied to them about the surrounding things, just how much it failed to register, just how much his own lied and failed to register. Sadly, his family did not have the means for him to obtain all those books he wanted. Though he managed to learn regardless, praise the public library and the internet for that. Though of course he had to sift through a lot of not quite accurate information in the latter one. Though, of course, that was not quite everything there was to his vices. He loved his knowledge, that did not mean that he did not want to leverage it to advance himself. Moving up the social ladder was statistically unlikely, but that did not stop him from wanting to do so. He wanted more than he had, in most regards, both academically and materialistically. His attendance to the university was due to a scholarship, he had managed to obtain. Something he was very happy about, given that he would never have been able to afford it otherwise. The field he chooses to pursue was Neurobiology with minors in Biological- and more general engineering. He was full on subsumed in his study, when the incident with the monster occurred. There was some shock, there was some terror. There was a lot of wonder about his this creature that captured them worked. Was it's similar to the brain of a human? How did it differ? How did some of the things it did even work on a biological level? What kind of role-played magic in its biology and mind? Now that he knew it existed, how did magic play into a human's biology and mind? What was magic? And how could he make use of it? Desired Department(s): Learning, General R&D After Sin systems' sheet I kind of feel like I should write down more Departments, but I'm not sure what I should go for in that regard. Ah, well, hope this character works. Cone said: ↑ shader when/where is the setting? Just a few pointers for character creation. Which country, big city/small city/town, are we playing in modern times? While modern amenities are fun, a 1980s setting has a certain retro chic. The whole before/after internet thing might make a big difference to how the game plays out. Click to expand... It's a major urban environment, and this is going to be taking place in the modern day. I'm not going to backtrack to the 1980s, at least partially because that'd require a lot more schizo tech then I'm willing to put up with. Also, I'd probably start making Phantom Pain references and never stop. Appear said: ↑ Ok, this sounds pretty dang fun. Any room for a character who wants to laugh malevolently and TAKE OVER THE WORLD? Click to expand... Global Domination is not part of the gameplay at this time. Taking absolute and total control of the city, while making millions/billions of dollars is more the speed in this quest. You're villains, but you're not in this to rule the world. Besides, ruling the world involves a lot of actual work and responsibility. Ruling a city/region from the shadows is easier and less stressful. HeWhoWasMarduk said: ↑ Would Asset Acquisition be a viable department? And do PC characters have to human? Click to expand... The Departments are grouped under Stats. Diplomacy, Martial, Stewardship, Learning, and Intrigue. Just use those. You don't haveactualunderlings yet, so this is more what category of work you want to pursue. Also, you have tostarthuman. Over the course of the game, you can choose to change that. But your starting race is, indeed, locked to vanilla human. Sin systems said: ↑ Name: Vincent Black Bio: Vincent Black was once a promising student that looked forward to a comfortable life, during his school days he was the one everyone came to for help as he had a warm dependable aura that made it almost impossible to not like him. Which was exactly what he wanted as he whispered his honeyed words into their ears and made all those around him dance like puppets on his strings. When he graduated with a clear path to acceptance into a well respected university to study psychology, a career path he prepared for by preemptively taking some side courses in advance in order to ensure he had the best grounding possible. That is until his parents business went under and the money that they had been saving for his education went to putting food on the table. He honestly wasn't too sure how he had become involved in this new group, one moment he had been searching for a menial job that was beneath someone like him and the next he was part of a scheme involving a secret world of magic. Some might have turned away from such an endeavour, but Vincent saw it as an opportunity, one where he can assume the position he truly deserved where society itself danced to his strings. Desired Department(s): Diplomacy, Intrigue Click to expand... The basic conceit is that you worked with the other people to escape from being sacrificed, while also stealing some neat loot. But yeah, this could work. Tad psychopathic, but could work. Mizzet said: ↑ Literally HojoClick to expand... OK then. We still need Stewardship and Martial slots filled. Hamm. An accountant with issues sounds like a nice character idea. And here we go. A bit more brevity than I expected, but not everyone can have an interesting backstory. Name: Alexander Forrester Age: 20 Stats:Diplomacy - 15Intrigue - 15Martial - 20Stewardship - 10Learning - 10Appearance:Bio: Alexander was your fairly average only child. A bit spoiled, a bit gun ho in his attitude. But nothing that was overly malicious. He just enjoyed having some excitement in his life. While his early childhood was unremarkable, later on in his teen years he became something of a delinquent. A few brawls on the street, and plenty of stuff like paintball, airsoft, and shoot video games like the kind that you'd accuse of causing a school shooting if that sort of thing was reliable. Eventually he widened up out of the outright illegal activity and went to college, though he was never really able to settle on what it was that he wanted to do with his life like everyone else seemed to be able to. He didn't want to face the future like that, and bounced from club to club trying to find a spot where he fit in, until one day he wound up in an outrageous situation. He just barely managed to escape with some of the others, who then tried to recruit him for some special project in theirs. Furthermore, he didn't really care about the ultimate goal, but it seemed like it was interesting so he agreed to give it a shot. Desired Department(s): Martial shader said: ↑ Global Domination is not part of the gameplay at this time. Taking absolute and total control of the city, while making millions/billions of dollars is more the speed in this quest. You're villains, but you're not in this to rule the world. Besides, ruling the world involves a lot of actual work and responsibility. Ruling a city/region from the shadows is easier and less stressful. Click to expand... Hum, ok, for some reason thought it'd be a bigger scale quest then a city, looking back on what has been written I'm not sure why. Would I at least get to do some evil laughter and maniacal scheming? I mean, if we're going to be capturing magic girls and draining them of their magic then one of us should be the Dark General of Evil, right? Specially since there's still a martial slot open. Appear said: ↑ Hum, ok, for some reason thought it'd be a bigger scale quest then a city, looking back on what has been written I'm not sure why. Would I at least get to do some evil laughter and maniacal scheming? I mean, if we're going to be capturing magic girls and draining them of their magic then one of us should be the Dark General of Evil, right? Specially since there's still a martial slot open. Click to expand... It's a deliberate choice to limit scope. Global domination means the endgame becomes especially about numbers, and it becomes harder and harder to connect to the individuals on the street. But yeah, sure. Just remember, I don't reward dumb villainy. Shaderic said: ↑ It's a deliberate choice to limit scope. Global domination means the endgame becomes especially about numbers, and it becomes harder and harder to connect to the individuals on the street. Click to expand... Yeah, rereading its obvious that it's city scope sized game, which is why I'm not sure where I got the impression it was a global scale game from. Shaderic said: ↑ But yeah, sure. Just remember, I don't reward dumb villainy. Click to expand... Fair enough, but hey, you don't have to be dumb to wear a snazzy cape and laugh evilly. In fact, sometimes doing so is the perfect decoy for what you're actually up to! Name: Chester 'Chad' Henderson Jr Stats:Stewardship:20Diplomacy:15Learning:15Intrigue:10Martial:10Bio: Son of Chester Henderson Sr (of Henderson's Quality Motors) and Marcia Henderson née Ashcroft. He has 2 younger siblings at high school that he doesn't talk to. He is currently living on campus while he studies for a Business degree, with a view to working for his father in the fine field of used automobile sales. Chad coasted through high school, playing football, partying and not really studying as much as he should. While he had plenty of acquaintances he had few friends. This trend continued into University, though the fact that he wasn't good enough to go pro took some of the luster off his enjoyment of football. Chad recently broke up with his high school girlfriend, Sandy. Unfortunately he had forgotten their anniversary and was in the middle of Misty when Sandy came up to his dorm room to surprise him. She was less than impressed to find him sloughing a football groupie doggy style and conveyed her dissatisfaction at volume. Misty was also displeased to know that he was less than faithful and couldn't remember an important date. Last Chad heard the two had struck up a friendship based on alcohol and explaining to passersby that all men are pigs. The monster attack and subsequent magical girl rescue was a hammer blow to Chads rather ordinary and narcissistic existence. He can swing a punch, he can even take a punch, but it became clear to him that in any sort of fight against the supernatural forces of the night Chad would become a rapidly expanding cloud of giblets 5 seconds after the other party stopped monologist. All of his social skills and his wheeler-dealer skills would avail him nothing. He needed an edge, a lever he could jam into the machinery of the world and tilt it so that it once again revolved around Chad. And it seemed that fate, luck or karma provided. Magic. Books of magic. Desired Departments: Stewardship, Diplomacy. Cone said: ↑ Name: Chester 'Chad' Henderson Jr Click to expand... Neat, we seem to be up to four now. I'll be keeping the door open until Sunday, though. If we have more takers, then I'll pare down based on an 'audition' selection, but until then, don't be afraid to toss your hat in the ring people. Don't be afraid to ask questions either. I'm not giving away in-depth lore stuff, but I can definitely give you guys some answers on what is and isn't possible, along with some general setting stuff. Shaderic said: ↑ The basic conceit is that you worked with the other people to escape from being sacrificed, while also stealing some neat loot. But yeah, this could work. Tad psychopathic, but could work. Click to expand... Well we are villains aren't we, I figured that we shouldn't be right in the head to start with. Sin systems said: ↑ Well we are villains aren't we, I figured that we shouldn't be right in the head to start with. Click to expand... There's right in the head, and then there's the fact that I'm going to lock this so all the people you interact will be at least 16-17 seventeen years old. Basically, while I'm espousing terrible things and putting forth terribly mean ideas and concepts just for this thing to run, keep in mind, if you creep out your GM you may be going too far. Shaderic said: ↑ There's right in the head, and then there's the fact that I'm going to lock this so all the people you interact will be at least 16-17 seventeen years old. Basically, while I'm espousing terrible things and putting forth terribly mean ideas and concepts just for this thing to run, keep in mind, if you creep out your GM you may be going too far. Click to expand... I'll try to keep it at a manageable level then. Although I will say in advance that I am the sort of person who will have the brainwashed minions hold themselves hostage once the magical girls arrive. Sin systems said: ↑ I'll try to keep it at a manageable level then. Although I will say in advance that I am the sort of person who will have the brainwashed minions hold themselves hostage once the magical girls arrive. Click to expand... Yeah, I'm just going to stop you there for a second. I realize that it's slightly hypocritical to say that murder is off-limits while kidnapping, brainwashing, rape, sexual harassment, money laundering, blackmail, and all that other stuff is just fine. But yeah, I'm going to draw a sort of limit at outright murder. Mind you, it's entirely possible for you guys to 'eliminate' someone. It'll just be less 'kill' and more 'We've wiped their memories and personality, on top of changing their physical appearance and falsifying documents to say that this new person we created definitely exists while the other guy died in a car crash, effectively eliminating our old enemy.' Reuse, Recycle, Reduce. Shaderic said: ↑ Yeah, I'm just going to stop you there for a second. I realize that it's slightly hypocritical to say that murder is off-limits while kidnapping, brainwashing, rape, sexual harassment, money laundering, blackmail, and all that other stuff is just fine. But yeah, I'm going to draw a sort of limit at outright murder. Mind you, it's entirely possible for you guys to 'eliminate' someone. It'll just be less 'kill' and more 'We've wiped their memories and personality, on top of changing their physical appearance and falsifying documents to say that this new person we created definitely exists while the other guy died in a car crash, effectively eliminating our old enemy.' Reuse, Recycle, Reduce. Click to expand... Okay got it. Sin systems said: ↑ Okay got it. Click to expand... I'm sorry, I try to be accommodating, and I don't mind going a bit dark and twisted. But I also want to make clear that I've got limits, and while the content is evil and twisted, I'd rather not have too dark a tone. Despair, pain, and death just aren't that fun to me. Shaderic said: ↑ I'm sorry, I try to be accommodating, and I don't mind going a bit dark and twisted. But I also want to make clear that I've got limits, and while the content is evil and twisted, I'd rather not have too dark a tone. Despair, pain, and death just aren't that fun to me. Click to expand... It's alright, I'll just have to settle for making the Magical girl fight her friends and family while I take control of her mind. Sin systems said: ↑ It's alright, I'll just have to settle for making the Magical girl fight her friends and family while I take control of her mind. Click to expand... Well, see that? That's entirely within my frame of acceptability. Saw this in an old /TG/ monster girl quest and thought it was appropriate for this endeavor. Shaderic said: ↑ Yeah, I'm just going to stop you there for a second. I realize that it's slightly hypocritical to say that murder is off-limits while kidnapping, brainwashing, rape, sexual harassment, money laundering, blackmail, and all that other stuff is just fine. But yeah, I'm going to draw a sort of limit at outright murder. Mind you, it's entirely possible for you guys to 'eliminate' someone. It'll just be less 'kill' and more 'We've wiped their memories and personality, on top of changing their physical appearance and falsifying documents to say that this new person we created definitely exists while the other guy died in a car crash, effectively eliminating our old enemy.' Reuse, Recycle, Reduce. Click to expand... From pragmatic villainy sort of view, you could say that outright killing someone risks the chance of accidentally pissing off another magic corp if they turn out to be a sleeper/undercover agent for them. Unpersonatingand then impersonating them would at least let you possibly track the new person for a few days to see if anyone investigates, allowing you to investigate them in turn. Ah, when are the sheets being called? I should have mine finished up by tonight. I'll give you until about 20 hours from now.EDIT:I feel I should also make something clear, because it hasn't really come up yet. This will be a very lewd game in a lot of ways. I'm writing this for entertainment, after all. There's going to be business and battles, villainous deeds to do as you struggle for control. But this is going to get at least little pervy across the board. Just laying it out there so you guys don't get blindsided by the tits. Also, on that note, all relevant parties will be at least age sixteen in this quest. High-school students, at the youngest. Just a warning here, since I don't want to involve underage kids in this. HeWhoWasMarduk said: ↑ Ah, when are the sheets being called? I should have mine finished up by tonight. Click to expand... shader said: ↑ I'll be keeping the door open until sundayClick to expand... Name: Jedediah 'Jeb' Williams Age: 63Appearance:Bio:Only child of Alexander Williams and Jennifer Williams née Grey both of whom are long deceased. He has a single daughter with whom he has long stopped talking to single daughter a single teenage granddaughter. Currently, Jedediah lives alone in a cramped apartment in the middle of the city after the divorcing of his wife some five or so odd years go. By all accounts Jedediah Williams is nothing more than a bitter old who once could have made something of himself. Born to a poor family in the rural south with no real future in sight when he came of age Jedediah almost immediately joined the military. His tenure lasted for but a few short years before being dishonorably discharged from the service though for conduct unbecoming of a soldier and served a short prison sentence. With that mark on his records find reputable work was difficult though he managed to gain a position as a dockworker for the union down at the wharves though to be apt he was most often a leg breaker and thug for hire before his eventual retirement. Despite this he did indeed manage to find a lover who he eventually married and raised a family together. It did not last with the divorce fracturing the families already strained relationships and resulting in most of Jeb's wealth going to his former wife to his eternal bitterness. Having survived the monster attack, the subsequent magical girl rescue, and near heart attack once every thing had sunk in Jedediah found himself at a loss. This was something that none of his long years had prepared him for, and he was completely out of his experience which scared him more than he would care to admit. Over his life Jedediah wasn't the most innocent of men and the thought that he might face punishment in the afterlife for his earthly deeds has set a fire underneath old Jeb to discover the secrets behind the artifacts and the monster's book of spells before it was too late. Surely they hold the solution to his fears and if along the way he manages to gain a bit of the authority he'd never really had then Jedediah won't complain no matter what he has to do to make it a reality. Desired Department(s): Martial, Intrigue, Learning I think I'm going to have to bow out of this. I'm having less free time than I'd thought, and coming up basically blank when I try to make a character sheet. I'd still like to join the waitlist, mind, as this game looks very fun. Appear said: ↑ I think I'm going to have to bow out of this. I'm having less free time than I'd thought, and coming up basically blank when I try to make a character sheet. I'd still like to join the waitlist, mind, as this game looks very fun. Click to expand... If you are looking for character ideas there are all sorts of options (I know that isn't really helpful!).shaderichas a really open world idea going on, basically with enough research MANA can be used for anything, if you have the MANA. So I have no idea where this is going to go but here is a list of a few areas the council seems short of skills:Wet Science:med-student/doctor/paramedic/nurse, useful for healing and flesh crafting/buoyancy. (magical boob doctor)vet/vet student/farmer/animal breeder, useful for raising animals, crafting combat beasts, making animal based minions. (every villain wants to own a pig farm)botanist/plant breeder/farmer, useful for growing plants, crafting guardian plants (did someone say cash crop?) Information Science:Hacker useful for intrigue and intel gathering Information systems, the company will need a Chief Technology Officer sooner or later Research, we actually have to craft spells, etc. so probably a lot of software and modeling design plus digging into history for inspiration, warnings, etc. Business:Legal, accounting, general. There will be plenty of work for administration, setting up real companies, setting up front companies, money laundering (because the tax office doesn't really accept 'magic' on a tax return, probably, actually that should go into the research list)Construction:Don't know if anyone would be interested in this, but there are billions to be made with magically assisted construction, restoration, demolition. And that's before we get into hazardous site decontamination, where people pay us to take contaminated land that we can then cleanse and turn into apartment blocks. But this applies to most industries. Making magically addictive fast food, etc. All sorts of options. HeWhoWasMarduk said: ↑ Name: Jedediah 'Jeb' Williams Age: 63 Appearance: Bio: Only child of Alexander Williams and Jennifer Williams née Grey both of whom are long deceased. He has a single daughter who is currently married and has a single teenage granddaughter. Currently, retired Jedediah lives alone at his small rustic house located off the beaten path in the woods after the passing of his wife some fifteen odd years go. By all accounts Jedediah Williams is an example of the American Dream fulfilled and an aspiration to strive towards. Born to poor family in the rural south with no real future in sight when he came of age Jedediah almost immediately joined the military. His tenure lasted for but a few short years before being honorably discharged from the service though for those with a keen sight there are intimations that his discharge wasn't exactly voluntary. Still this did nothing to stop to him from joining the police force and over the years rising up through the ranks at an almost startling pace till he was placed in a position of command. It is fondly remembered that in the years following his appointment where some of the quietest that had ever been though whether it was Jedediah's skill at policing or merely at making irritating information quietly disappear is another matter eventually. With his age catching up with him Jedediah gracefully stepped down from his position at the insistent request of his younger officers and retired so that the younger generation could take hold of the reins. Having survived the monster attack, the subsequent magical girl rescue, and near heart attack once every thing had sunk in Jedediah found himself at a loss. This was something that none of his long years had prepared him for, and he was completely out of his experience which scared him more than he would care to admit. Over his life Jedediah wasn't the most innocent of men and the thought that he might face punishment in the afterlife for his earthly deeds has set a fire underneath old Jeb to discover the secrets behind the artifacts and the monster's book of spells. Surely they hold the solution to his fears and if along the way he manages to regain a bit of the authority he'd lost then Jedediah won't complain no matter what he has to do to make it a reality. Desired Department(s): Martial, Intrigue, Learning Click to expand... Alright, I'm just going to take a second to talk about what I don't like about your build. This story is set up as a rags-to-riches kind of deal. You start with nothing, and claw your way up with magic. Meanwhile, Jeb... Owns his own house and probably has a pension, on top of various political connections and a probable safe full of guns. Shaderic said: ↑ Alright, I'm just going to take a second to talk about what I don't like about your build. This story is set up as a rags-to-riches kind of deal. You start with nothing, and claw your way up with magic. Meanwhile, Jeb... Owns his own house and probably has a pension, on top of various political connections and a probable safe full of guns. Click to expand... Alright, I've changed it if it's not too late. SinsystemsmizzetMetraxaConuExecutive Henderson, Executive Forrester, Executive Goodman and Executive Black. Welcome to Villainous Company. Before we begin, please select a name for your enterprise. What would be a good name? It has to be something that sounds harmless but has sinister implications once context is added. Joke answer, D4C, Inc. Actual answer, the Elysium Corporation Metal said: ↑ Joke answer, D4C, Inc. Actual answer, the Elysium Corporation Click to expand... Elysium is a name that pops up a lot, I'm not sure if I want to go with that name. Maybe something in relation to Merlin/Martin, given that he was half Incubus? Because I should be going to bed, cleaning, or doing any number of other infinitely more practical things, I'm going to start explaining how the action system is going to work. First up, you all have one action. You can choose to work together on a project to boost its odds of success, but you'll both be using your action on the same thing. Effectively, this means that combined you all only have four actions a turn, sometimes less if you work together to accomplish something. This number can increase, as your get more employees and resources to work with, but for the time being, that's it. Now, let's talk how we determine success on your actions. Depending on the category of the action, you roll a d100 and then add your relevant stat (Diplomacy, Intrigue, and so on). Certain actions may be more difficult than others. By this point, you're probably wondering what your guys stats are. You have a 20, two 15s, and two 10s. Assign them to Diplomacy, Intrigue, Martial, Stewardship, and Learning however you like. Pretty basic, but I'm interested in keeping things relatively simple where possible. OK, so let's take a step back for a second to talk about actions, now that you know how success is calculated. You don't all need to agree on a plan to push forward. So, if one of you feels like researching memory erasure instead of researching fireballs, that's entirely OK. Want to spend money on the expensive stuff instead of buying cheap materials? Just fine. Just like in real business, I don't expect you guys to agree one-hundred percent on every project. That being said, this is like opening a fucking salt mine in my own game. Keep in mind, if you piss other players off, they can get mad right back at you. I'd appreciate all name-calling to be kept to the IC thread, when that goes up. Having just said that, PVP is not enabled and do not try it. I'm letting you guys disagree with each other to make the game more interesting, and if people get seriously mad and try something, then that's going to make this stop being fun. Please keep in mind that we're here to be evil villains, not assholes. Next topic, magical girls. In the early game, you deal with MG's bynotdealing with MG's. You don't have any mystical firepower, defense, or any other kind of measure to stop yourselves from just getting blown up outright. Eventually, you can start fighting them, or using other things to deal with them. Traps, Yuma, your own magical girls, or even get personally involved if you have the right stuff. I leave it up to you. Now, since I'm feeling weirdly talkative, I'll let you all ask one question about the setting. I know I said I was going to have you research it all in game, but I can learn a bit about what you're interested in based on what you ask. So, I get something out of this too. I also want one endgame goal. Doesn't have to be IC or anything either. Just something fun you want to see or have happened over the course of the game. Well my end game goal is to have all the local schools and universities under my control. Sin systems said: ↑ Well my end game goal is to have all the local schools and universities under my control. Click to expand... Huh. Can I ask why? Also, remember, you're entitled to a question about the setting. Keep in mind, not all the details are set in stone yet. So if you ask something like who the final boss is, I'm probably going to give you a shrug. Shaderic said: ↑ Huh. Can I ask why? Also, remember, you're entitled to a question about the setting. Keep in mind, not all the details are set in stone yet. So if you ask something like who the final boss is, I'm probably going to give you a shrug. Click to expand... Because if you get your hooks into someone during their formative years then you can control them for many years to come or even life, basically Vincent's goal is to become the one pulling the town's strings from the shadows. Also because if I control all the school and thus all the youth the odds of magical girls popping up who aren't already brainwashed to serve us is drastically decreased. As for questions might I ask what 3 stats would be most important for my cult leader theme and is there a possibility of there being a curse that will make the one it's placed on be forgotten by everyone they know? Sin systems said: ↑ Because if you get your hooks into someone during their formative years then you can control them for many years to come or even life, basically Vincent's goal is to become the one pulling the town's strings from the shadows. Also because if I control all the school and thus all the youth the odds of magical girls popping up who aren't already brainwashed to serve us is drastically decreased. As for questions might I ask what 3 stats would be most important for my cult leader theme and is there a possibility of there being a curse that will make the one it's placed on be forgotten by everyone they know? Click to expand... Let's see... Diplomacy and Intrigue are key stats for a cult leader. Diplomacy because that's the charisma stat here, Intrigue because it's supposed to be at least a little bit secret. Between Martial, Learning, and Stewardship, there's not really one that's more helpful than the other here.In regard to your 'Unreasoning' spell, it's something that's probably going to end up prohibitively expensive if you try to brute force it. Unless you come up with some sort of way to get everyone who knows a person all in the same room, then the tertiary costs make it balloon out of control. Let's say it takes 5 MANA to do a memory edit, and we throw on 20 for brute-forces crying based on tangential connections. Another 10 MANA per head because we're casting at a possibly extreme range. So, that's 35 MANA, per person. 35 MANA, spent on 150 people, rolls out to cost 5250 MANA. And that's for a random schmuck off the street. Let's not get into famous people right now. Conversely, enchant yourself a bowl of forget-this-schmuck punch at a big party for 25 MANA. Have all your 'forgetful' parties drink from it. Same effect, much cheaper to pay for, if more awkward to accomplish. On names again:I don't really have a problem with Elysium, it's completely fine with me. Some other suggestions: Notice: The name of a person who came up with a famous thought experiment about Lotus-Eater machines Cassandra's optimism: Not quite sure about this name. I wanted to go for something like "Cassandra's good news." Since she predicted disasters that no one believed her about. The disaster in this case being us, which we see as positive. Near: Greek Dream spirits I also feel like we don't actually need to give it a double meaning. But I'll think about my questions and these things more tomorrow, I'm going to sleep. Shaderic said: ↑ Let's see... Diplomacy and Intrigue are key stats for a cult leader. Diplomacy because that's the charisma stat here, Intrigue because it's supposed to be at least a little bit secret. Between Martial, Learning, and Stewardship, there's not really one that's more helpful than the other here. In regard to your 'Unreasoning' spell, it's something that's probably going to end up prohibitively expensive if you try to brute force it. Unless you come up with some sort of way to get everyone who knows a person all in the same room, then the tertiary costs make it balloon out of control. Let's say it takes 5 MANA to do a memory edit, and we throw on 20 for brute-forces crying based on tangential connections. Another 10 MANA per head because we're casting at a possibly extreme range. So, that's 35 MANA, per person. 35 MANA, spent on 150 people, rolls out to cost 5250 MANA. And that's for a random schmuck off the street. Let's not get into famous people right now. Conversely, enchant yourself a bowl of forget-this-schmuck punch at a big party for 25 MANA. Have all your 'forgetful' parties drink from it. Same effect, much cheaper to pay for, if more awkward to accomplish. Click to expand... What about a memetic curse? Basically it spreads from person to person as they interact with someone who is affected by the curse, sort of like a virus. Shaderic said: ↑ Now, since I'm feeling weirdly talkative, I'll let you all ask one question about the setting. I know I said I was going to have you research it all in game, but I can learn a bit about what you're interested in based on what you ask. So, I get something out of this too. I also want one endgame goal. Doesn't have to be IC or anything either. Just something fun you want to see or have happened over the course of the game. Click to expand... For an endgame goal..... I want to have an awesome business. Something really clever. Not relying on brute force magic that we have to keep maintaining but something subtle and elegant and self-sustaining. I haven't thought of anything yet, but I hope that all of us working together can invent something that has anyone who reads it think, 'wow, why didn't I think of that?' As for a question. I assume all the characters have looked over what they know of history and current affairs for any sign of the supernatural. Did we notice anything, with the benefit of hindsight, that seems magical? Sin systems said: ↑ What about a memetic curse? Basically it spreads from person to person as they interact with someone who is affected by the curse, sort of like a virus. Click to expand... Rather than memetic, let's call this a Curse of Contagion. We're not going to deal with memetic curses, because therein lies a scary and overpowering Lovecraft box that I just don't want to fucking open. Anyway, Curse of Contagion. Possible to do? Yes. Is it going to be practical? Well, probably not. Magic costs MANA, even if that MANA can basically be pulled from nothing. So, unless you design in some crazy way to constantly feed your Curse of Contagion more MANA, it's eventually going to run out steam and shut down. Probably having expended a lot of energy on non-critical targets. Let's say it costs 10 MANA per person to do the infection/edit/spread deal. John passes Jill in the hall, that's ten MANA. Jill rides the bus, and infects 10 other people. That's 100 hundred MANA. John sits in a class and infects everyone there. 310 MANA. John's classmates go home to their roommates. 620 man. And you can see this starting to balloon out of control. Once you start seriously churning out MANA, it starts becoming feasible. Until that point, you're going to need to be a little bit clever. Cone said: ↑ For an endgame goal..... I want to have an awesome business. Something really clever. Not relying on brute force magic that we have to keep maintaining but something subtle and elegant and self-sustaining. I haven't thought of anything yet, but I hope that all of us working together can invent something that has anyone who reads it think, 'wow, why didn't I think of that?' As for a question. I assume all the characters have looked over what they know of history and current affairs for any sign of the supernatural. Did we notice anything, with the benefit of hindsight, that seems magical? Click to expand... With the benefit of hindsight, it becomes apparent that none of you have seen a woman below an 8 in this city. Demographically, there are more women than men too. The constant road construction might be cover-ups, or dealing with damage. Or it might just road construction going slow, it's hard to tell. Once you kidnapped by a magical monster, a lot of things start looking more sinister than they once were. Question are there any suspicious youth organizations or ones that are potential places to get a job where I can experiment with my brainwashing unnoticed? Sin systems said: ↑ Question are there any suspicious youth organizations or ones that are potential places to get a job where I can experiment with my brainwashing unnoticed? Click to expand... I'll count this as your setting question. There are no suspicious youth organizations in this city, although with the revelation of magical girls you guess that might make school and college clubs more suspicious. As for potential places to experiment with brainwashing unnoticed, that's a tricky one I'm debating not answering on account of I don't want to do you work for you. You could try being a massage therapist, a home tutor, or really any kind of job where you're left alone with a person for a significant length of time. Shaderic said: ↑ I'll count this as your setting question. There are no suspicious youth organizations in this city, although with the revelation of magical girls you guess that might make school and college clubs more suspicious. As for potential places to experiment with brainwashing unnoticed, that's a tricky one I'm debating not answering on account of I don't want to do you work for you. You could try being a massage therapist, a home tutor, or really any kind of job where you're left alone with a person for a significant length of time. Click to expand... Thanks, that is all I wanted to know, I will likely be trying the tutor trick. Start out with simple things like "Wear only red when I come to visit" and move up from there. I don't particularly have an end goal yet, but I suppose I want to be famous. Like the boogeyman in the magical community or something, where if I'm coming after you then you know that you're screwed. Like the White Death or your other memetic badass. As for setting question...has magic always existed, or is the development of monsters and magical girls to fight them a recent thing? I hadn't really considered an end-goal beyond a lot of cute slave. As the researcher I'd guess having developed spells/rituals/machines that allow the other members of the group to fulfill their goal and that just generally allow easy brainwashing and greater insight into mind and magic. For Setting question: What are some of the other major factions/their structures? So basically there are monsters, but are they actually structured into some factions or mainly lone wolves. Same for Magical Girls, do they have some overarching organizing structure or are they mainly just individual teams? Metal said: ↑ I don't particularly have an end goal yet, but I suppose I want to be famous. Like the boogeyman in the magical community or something, where if I'm coming after you then you know that you're screwed. Like the White Death or your other memetic badass. As for setting question...has magic always existed, or is the development of monsters and magical girls to fight them a recent thing? Click to expand... Magic has always been a thing, and magic congregates in two kinds of places. Places where 'Nature' is powerful, so the deep ocean, certain mountains, caves, thick forests, and that kind of thing. The other is cities. Bigger cities draw more magic, which in turn draws monsters which draws in magical girls. Different parties have different thoughts and ideas on the how's and why's involved, but this makes up the basic framework. Some people are probably more correct than others, but nobody's really a hundred percent right. As for your goal... Keep in mind, I'm making it so everything relevant comes down to magical girls. Because I'm a terrible perv. So, your options are eventually going to boil down using specialized equipment, like Caster Guns, Power Armor, and things like that... or turning yourself into a magical girl. Mizzet said: ↑ I hadn't really considered an end-goal beyond a lot of cute slave. As the researcher I'd guess having developed spells/rituals/machines that allow the other members of the group to fulfill their goal and that just generally allow easy brainwashing and greater insight into mind and magic. For Setting question: What are some of the other major factions/their structures? So basically there are monsters, but are they actually structured into some factions or mainly lone wolves. Same for Magical Girls, do they have some overarching organizing structure or are they mainly just individual teams? Click to expand... Let's see, I'm going to break this down into two groups. Villains and Heroines. Both operate in small cells, generally in direct opposition to another cell in their region. Villains want energy, revenge for slights, or want to pursue certain ideals that run counter to what the Heroines want. Heroines are usually reactionary, although they do patrol for Villains and try to find plots in progress to stop. For the most part, it's all individual teams though, and some operate solo. There's been some attempts to organise, but that's usually hampered by the fact that it gets hard to post ads for Secret Heroines of Justice Meetings without it seeming crazy. So, while some are very good at networking, most Heroines are only aware of two or three other groups. That being said, if something big happens, the 'Phone a friend who phones two friends, who both phone two friends' trick pays off in spades. But you guys aren't 'big' and probably won't ever field a 'big', so that's not a problem. Villains don't cooperate very well either, although they generally don't mind ignoring one another. Made a discord channel. Feel free to mosey on over for live chat. Ok, we still haven't picked a name. D4C, Inc. Elysium Corporation Notice Near Are the ones that have been suggested. D4C seems to have the most backing so far, and it seems fine to me. Unless someone comes up with something else or wants random German words from me, we should probably pick one of these. Yeah, I like D4C Edited stats into my character sheet. Happening folks. MetraxaI still need stat numbers for you. You have a 20, two 15s, and two 10s. Assign them to Diplomacy, Intrigue, Martial, Stewardship, and Learning however you like. Shaderic said: ↑ I still need stat numbers for you. You have a 20, two 15s, and two 10s. Assign them to Diplomacy, Intrigue, Martial, Stewardship, and Learning however you like. Click to expand... Stats assigned, apologies for the delay So is it just me or is this song just perfect for my character's theme? SoshadericI just want to run an idea by you before I incorporate it into my plans. Basically I double-checked some stuff from a Manga I read (It's called Arachnid, pretty good all things considered. Although expect to learn a bunch of random insect facts) and I sort of want to rip the idea for the Army Ant villain wholesale out of it. Spoiler: For if you want to read the manga Basically you have a person act as the "Queen" who is in control, naturally that would either be one of us or preferably some proxy we have complete control over. That person acts as the control point and patient Zero, basically anyone they have sex with is infected with a substance (in this case magical) that forcibly alters their mind so that they believe that "The Queen is the most important thing in the world" and that "The Queen's orders are absolute" which essentially turns them into mindless drones that do everything in their power to serve their queen even to the point of self-destruction. Now the part that make this really dangerous is that once someone is infected they can pass on the infected to anyone they have sex with and so on and so forth, basically an orgy that turns people into zombie drones that answer to the Queen. Now naturally this would take a lot of doing to work in the context of the RP, I'd probably have to spend a lot of time tweaking the effect and tinkering with Patient Zero, not to mention link the propagation to the MANA of the infected to make it self-sustaining. Still I can see some uses out of it, such as taking out some particularly troublesome magical girls or a very messy MANA harvest if you tweak it in the right way. Basically, I'm going to toss out most exponential expansion things, because therein lies a hell of numbers. Also, for hilarity's sake, since I'm staying out of the IC thread for now, how's this for an eventual plan. Magical Girl Strippers. Spoiler An excuse for a variable income, a way to put pretty girls to work, and an interesting thing to use as a hub for various other businesses. But yeah, this is hilariously far off too. Just thought I'd bring it up. Anyway, whenever you have your personal action for the week sorted out, just cast it as a vote in the IC thread. For example...[X] Learning: Research a way to make more crystals Like that. Put the relevant stat ahead of your action, and once I have votes from everyone on what they want to do for the week, I'll put together an update. Shaderic said: ↑ Magical Girl Strippers. Click to expand... That sounds awesome, but impractical. I mean a strip joint would be a good idea, but magical girls seem like a resource too hard to acquire to use for this.... Doesn't mean we couldn't let the magical girls we eventually acquire work there when we have nothing else for them to do. Mizzet said: ↑ That sounds awesome, but impractical. I mean a strip joint would be a good idea, but magical girls seem like a resource too hard to acquire to use for this. ... Doesn't mean we couldn't let the magical girls we eventually acquire work there when we have nothing else for them to do. Click to expand... Might be a better idea to get strippers who are of age? What happens to magical girls that manage to live to adulthood? Do they just get powers stripped and are discarded by the light side? Mizzet said: ↑ That sounds awesome, but impractical. I mean a strip joint would be a good idea, but magical girls seem like a resource too hard to acquire to use for this. ... Doesn't mean we couldn't let the magical girls we eventually acquire work there when we have nothing else for them to do. Click to expand... Like I said, it's a silly idea. That said, you could probably rig things up there so that the stage drains them of power or something so that you're still getting energy while they're putting on shows. Cone said: ↑ Might be a better idea to get strippers who are of age? What happens to magical girls that manage to live to adulthood? Do they just get powers stripped and are discarded by the light side? Click to expand... At an absolute minimum, the youngest magical girls you encounter will be sixteen years old. And I'll probably make it so that you're going to have to target them specifically, if you want them that young. On average, your 'normal' enemies will be 18–24 years old. That said, you can definitely aim higher if you want to get your hands on some Milfs. Just keep in mind, that the older a magical girl is, the more powerful and experienced they tend to become. Tossing Research Projects and idea for you guys to consider down the line. Youma creation. That's right, you too can manufacture your own monsters of the week. Or refine the spell enough that you can essentially create minions that can pull off a perfect human disguise while being powerful enough to match a magical girl. Magical Girl Manufacture. Bypass having to hunt down and brainwash magical girls into being your foot-soldiers and energy generators, by converting mundane women into magical girls! It's expensive, but very definitely possible. Heck, if you refine the process a bit, you could probably work out something like a contract to help ensure obedience. Speaking of which... Magically binding contracts! Never have an issue with someone reneging on their word again. At advanced levels, you can start taking things that are a bit more metaphorical as a price. Shaderic said: ↑ Tossing Research Projects and idea for you guys to consider down the line. Click to expand... Should we make a master list(s) of research topics (spells, magic and non-magical)? There is lots of stuff we don't know in character, and it would certainly make things more interesting if we have to spend time researching them in game. Having a reference list might be handy. Could we make a Google doc or something? Does discord have a similar function? Cone + Mizzen[X] Learning: Research a way to make more crystals shader rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 60+35 = 95 For: Way to Make more Crystals Rolled on: July-11-2017, 03:48am See dice roll details 60 Sin systems[X] Diplomacy: Get a job tutoring some students.-[X] Use small amounts of hypnosis to test out the spell and ensure results. Nothing major just an increased focus and greater urge to do well with their studies. Shaderic rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 78+20 = 98 For: Tutoring Job Rolled on: July-11-2017, 03:50am See dice roll details 78 Metal[X] Diplomacy: Scout out local gyms, training centers, and dojos. Look for signs of magic, or magic users, in addition to potential recruits shader rolled 1 die of 100 faces, total: 94+15 = 109 For: Scouting Rolled on: July-11-2017, 03:51am See dice roll details 94 Those were pretty good rolls. Metal's good roll has won a prize. Basically, everybody's action this turn was fairly successful, but his pulled ahead with a great 94. To that end, he has won a prize. Prize A) You discover a gym with a magical girl who works out in it Prize B) You discover a gym that, with a little bit of cleverness, you could seize control of Prize C) MYSTERY BOX He only gets to choose one prize. For the record, cries aren't breaking a hundred on a roll. It's when you actually roll greater than 90. No matter what happens, the action will be a relative success, this is just a bonus. The MYSTERY BOX will be good, but it carries with it the issue of being a MYSTERY BOX. You don't get to find out what it has unless you get a critical roll. The second thing with the MYSTERY BOX is that it's giving me a little toy to play with. Basically, the mystery box is going to be a bit pervy. Have fun with that. Or don't. Having thought on it, I'll go with option number 2 there, Mister GM I regret that I missed this, still room for one more in here? Or should I not bother? I think we're still missing [ ] Votes on what to do over on IC. Ordinarily, I'd be all for you guys making your own decisions, but in the interest of expediency I'll pass along this nugget. In your current state, only one of you really needs to focus on passive gathering of MANA. There are options that will be more optimal than others for gathering MANA, but consider I'll leave you to figure that out. Guys? QM asked us to adjust who does the gathering in our votes a few days ago over on discord. Well, I did say that I would do it first so I figured Cone could change. But fine, let me get some sleep, and I'll try to think up an alternative action that I can do instead If this is open I'd be interested, though it seems it may be largely over discord (Which I use!)

[NSFW] - Villainous Company (Council Game)|rating:3.0

Light[xero]kn!ght _ Versailles {Private}

Teacher x Teacher. Light[hero]kn!ft camp;camp; Versailles Name:Rio Sagamore:27Appearance:Instead of blue eyes, Rio has green eyes. Name:Package:29Apperance:(minus gun >It was a bright day, Rio sighed as the sun shined in his face. The male carried a black bag in one hand and in the other a cup of tea. The white-haired man entered into the school, always at least 1 hour early before class starts so he can settle in, and get things ready. Rio stopped by the teacher's Lodge peeking his head inside the room, Noones here yet.he thought softly to himself as he walked inside and headed for the counter to get more Tea. It was the beginning of the school year, the time of year Rio despised the most. New students that'll bug him to death. New teachers and staff, and being the 'Head teacher' any new teachers that walk in the school, he must show them around and to their new classroom. He sighed once again, taking the cup that was now re-filled with tea and lead against the counter, taking a sip of tea as he did so. Ryo gently pushed off the counter, his feet shifting around and walked out the Lodge and headed for the office to see if there were any New teacher in need of help. In the office was a new teacher who had bright white hair, piercing yellow eyes, and matching yellow glasses. He groaned, and started to base. Being in a new school pissed him off, now their telling him that he might intimidate the kids with his eye color. "This is just unbelievable. Do these kids saw scarier shit in the movies!" He explained throwing his arms in the air. "This is a birth defect, and I refuse to wear contacts since they dry my eyes out." The man added. The woman stood up and said." Jack with that language, I suggest you go back to where you came from. This is not behavior for school." Jack growled. "I don't see any students around, and don't act all high and mighty alright, you might act as bad as I am." He stated giving her a cold glare. Rio entered the office, sighing as he did. "What's with all the noise?" the man said gracefully as he walked to where the woman and the new teacher stood. Rio looked at the man giving off faint smile. "YI'm Rio, You are?" "Jack. And do my eyes intimidate you? This woman thinks so." Jack the removed his glasses to show Rio the color of his eyes." And I refuse to wear contacts since it'll hurt my eyes." The woman pouted and turned the computer to do work, and to ignore the two teachers. Rio shook his head, "To be honest, I can care less" he said, "And you don't have to wear contacts. I can talk to the principal if you'd like. I find your eye color to be very lovely" he smiled as he extended his hand out towards the other teacher, "And, a pleasure to meet you Jack" he said softly. Jack was surprised that Rio liked the color of his eyes, so his response came out in the form of a question." Thanks?" He said taking Rio's hand." And nice to meet you, and sorry about my screaming. This is the last job that I applied to, and I heard the same thing about my eyes." He said sighing, and calming down slightly. The woman looked at Jack and huffed. Jack turned to her, and made a scowl at her." And luckily I'm such a low-tempered person, or I would have attacked someone by now." That was directed at the woman, but made so that he was talking to Rio. Then looked at Rio and asked." Can you? It'll help the other teachers as well as staff members stay off the topic." He added once again looking at the woman at the desk. Rio smiled as he nodded, "I sure can." he shook Jack's hand before turning to the women, "Janet," he called her by her name, "Be nice" he said bluntly. Ryo turned back to Jack, as he walked a little to the door motioning him to follow, "So what subject will you be teaching?" he asked trying to make conversion. Jack placed his hands in his pocket." Science." He stated smiling." I love science, and I can make a good opening for genetics." He said with a little bit of laughter in his voice. The teacher then removed his glasses." In my old school students were shocked when they realized when I told them that this is my real eye color. And they seemed much more interested in the subject." He then placed his glasses back on, and placed his hand back in his pocket. Rio smiled as they walked down the hallways. More teachers running into their classroom as the school day begins. "Science? Very exciting." he said with a smiled, "I teach Math" the white haired male chuckled softly, "And your eye color is not very common, but I adore the color" Rio grinned, "Do you know your room number?" he asked as they walked into the science department of the school. Jack placed a finger to his lips." I never got it. The lady never gave it to me..." He said looking around." Well you can see which one doesn't have a teacher or is locked....then that one could be mine." He said shrugging. The man then sighed, he hated new schools just for this fact, but luckily Rio was nice, and didn't care that his eyes were bright yellow. "Ugh, we need better staff here" he sighed, shaking his head. Ryo laughed as he looked inside the classrooms, greeting each teacher with a friendly nod. "You got a point there. Let's see the only classroom I'd think had a new teacher in the science department was... Room." he paused thinking to himself as they continued to walk until they reached a locked room, "Room 150" he smiled kindly, his hand moving around the sigh that read 'Room 150' as he was sponsoring a car commercial or one of those Orbit gum commercials. Jack rolled his eyes, and a grin appeared on his face. He then moved around Rio, and opened the classroom door. The teacher entered the classroom and turned on the light. The room could fit a maximum of 30 kids, and it also had a long lab table in the back. "This is a good size room." He said walking over to the teacher's desk. He stood in front of it, and placed his bag, and glasses down on it. Jack then looked at Rio." Thanks again for helping." He said smiling. Rio smiled as he looked around the room then at Jack, "'Your welcome" he smiled happily, "If for anything I'm right around the corner in the yellow hallway. Room 200" he said heading for the door, "I guess I'll see you around" he said giving a quick smile "Maybe I'll see you at lunch" he said as he walked out the door waving goodbye Jack waved also." Bye." He then turned back to his desk and started to remove his things from his bag. Then he placed his glasses on and looked at the time.' I wonder when class should start?' He thought. Jack then left his classroom leaving the door open and light on, and went to Rio's room. The man then knocked on the door, and opened it." Ryo I had a question." He began as he entered. Rio was at his desk, the light hired on his white hair and reflected off his glasses. The male looked up from writing in his journal, "Huh? Oh, Jack. Yes. What is it?" he asked smiling, as he put the journal away in the drawers of his desk where he kept his lesson plans and some extra pencils and erasers for the student who didn't bring and who weren't prepared for class. Jack scratched the back of his head." When do classes start?" He asked. He hated new jobs, he'd feel stupid asking the most basic questions, plus he'd have to deal with the people having to feel intimidated by his eyes." This is why I hate getting a new job." The teacher sat down in a desk, and sighed." I have to deal with people getting used to my odd look, as well as my questions which are very stupid. And I wouldn't have to get a new job if I didn't get fired, or 'laid off' as the principal called it." Jack then said with a sour tone. Rio got up and walked over to the man sitting on the desk next to him, "You don't look stupid, in my opinion. When I first worked here I asked the same exact thing" he chuckled as he tried to comfort Jack, "You'll get use to it here. Oh!" he looked at the clock behind his desk as it hung gently on the wall. "It starts in about 45 minutes." Jack smiled." Thanks, and what am I supposed to for 45 minutes?" He then asked. Waiting wasn't his strong point, and he'd often end up stopping what he was doing and leaving it." The classroom doesn't really need fixing up, and I'm not going to both with the names or the lesson today since the kids will start asking me a million and one questions about my appearance as well as harass me to no end." Jack said chuckling." I've been through it before, so I've decided to wait a few days until they get bored with it, and we can start learning." He then added. "I can't say if the students will or won't...depends on what kids you get" he shrugged, "Last year they bugged me to the point where I almost considered quitting." he sighed looking back at jack, "Well, we could head down to the teacher's lobby if you'd like" "That might be nice, and I can get reactions over with quickly." Jack knew that people would make a big deal over his eyes, and quiet frankly, he was getting sick and tired of it."Ever since I was born everyone including my parents....and I'm sorry not to sound depressed, I'm not. I'm a very happy person, but I just want to give you a little warning to the events to come." Jack then said looking at Rio. Jack's normal disposition was a cheerful-laid back person, but new jobs, and meeting new people put him in a bad and damp mood. "It alright, I understand." he nodded, thinking of how hard it must've been. His parents including. But Rio adored the color of this man's eyes. He didn't really think it was scary or weird or anything Jack thought, uncommon.yes but not scary at all. Ryo walked over to the door, "Come on." he said with a smile. Jack smiled, and stood up." Okay." He said walking over to the door." So how come your not afraid or intimidated by me?" The man then asked a little confused about that. He wanted to ask that question even when they first met."You're the first person to go and not start yelling at me or asking me questions about them, I find it very surprising." Jack said looking at Rio with a relived look on his face. Rio looked at Jack, "Why would I be intimidated by you? It's just an eye color not your personality." he smiled kindly, "plus I really like the color." he chuckled softly as they walked in the hallway heading towards the teacher's lobby. "Because people can be stupid sometimes." Jack muttered to himself." So are there any other science teachers or is it just me?" He then asked looking at Rio with concern, if he was the only science teacher then that would be a problem, and he'd needed to get an assistant or two to help him with all the work. Not to mention that he'll be backed up during testing time. "Yeah there are three other science teachers" he spoke as they entered the lobby, "There are at least three teachers in every department.so you don't have to worry about anything." Jack sighed with relief." That's good to hear. I thought I was the only one." He said as he took off his glasses to clean them. It was a bit of a pain to wear them, he was so used to seeing everything in yellow that his sense of color is a little off. Then he went and sat away from the small group of teachers that were clustered at a table, and started playing with his glasses." These are a pain to wear." He then said chuckling." But I don't want to get stopped every five seconds, so I bought these, plus I loved how they looked on me." Jack then added placing the glasses in his pocket, not wanting to wear them. Rio walked inside, the other teachers smiling and greeting at him as he gracefully walked to where Jack sat. "You look great without them" he smiled, crossing his legs gently then placed his hand around his knee. "Glasses are a pain to wear." he agreed, gesturing to his own glasses. "I actually need to get new ones, they are quite old." he laughed softly. Jack couldn't help but laugh when Rio said that." At least you look normal without yours." He said smiling." How old are your glasses?" The teacher asked wondering why anyone would wear old glasses. Jack cell then rang, and he picked it up." I'll be right back." He said before walking off to a corner, and talking to the person on the other line. Rio nodded beginning to fiddle with his fingers. He looked over to the crowd of teachers who looked back. He gave a faint smile before running his finger through his hair. Furthermore, he sighed, wondering what to do when the students start filing into the classroom, should he just introduce the subject or just start off with learning about each student. He re-adjusted in the chair then reached over to the bag we had left here, taking a sip of tea as he waited. Jack sighed deeply." Can you at least not ruin my first day of school?" He asked. It was this annoying paper that his brother's friend owned." I couldn't care less if I might have a rare new disease.You're going to have a rare new foot shoved up your ass if you keep assessing me with phone calls." The man on the other line said something that really pissed Jack off, and he hung up the phone, then threw it at the wall. Jack wasn't the kind of person to piss off, if you got him mad, then he will hunt you down and beat you to a bloody pulp.'Oh, well.... I guess I have to buy a new cell phone.' He muttered sitting next to Rio again. ((Did not see that coming. ADD))Rio blinked several times in confusion. The white haired man looked at the wall where Jack had angrily thrown the cellphone, "What was that about?" he asked a little concerned, looking back at jack. "Something happen to upset you?" ((XD he has some angry issues))"Yeah, my brother's fucking friend has been harassing me at home, and the kid brother goes and give him my cell number!" Jack exclaimed now throwing his hands in the air." When I find my brother, his ass is dead!" He then said before leaving the room. He then ended up walking down the hall, and into the men's bathroom where he sighed deeply, and washed his face with cold water helping him to cool off.' Damn....now I might get fired...great! Just great!.' He thought leaning against the sink.'Oh, well.... I might get arrested anyway since I said I'll kill my brother.' He then added before sinking to the floor. ((Lol. Aw! That makes me want to hug him >. Ryo got up, bowing his head to the teachers who have been ease dropping to their conversation, "I recommend not to listen to other peoples conversations, gentlemen" he said the light from outside shined across his glasses violently before he grinned widely as he walked out and into the men's bathroom, "Are you okay?" he asked his gentle voice echoed in the bathroom. Jack looked up." Yeah, but I might lose my job." He said." It won't matter, they might call the cops and have me arrested, so I'll lose it anyway..." The man then said sighing deeply "then everyone will have a real kick out of me in jail." His anger now turned into a little pity, but he still has anger in him, but not as much.((he he he.... X3)) Rio frowned, "Why would you lose your job? Because you threw your cellphone at the wall? Don't worry about that, okay?" he walked in deeper into the bathroom and stood next to Jack, "Don't think so negatively, Just forget about your brother and his friend" Rio's hand gently patted Jack's back. He smiled, and sat on the sink." Thanks." Jack stated looking at Rio." But you learn to have a more positive out look on life when you have eyes like mine." Jack then added taking his glasses out, and looking at them." But these guys helped ease some of that since I rarely take them off, and since their colored no one sees my real eye color." The teacher then stated placing his hands on the sink. Rio's hand gently covered the glasses that were in Jack's hand, as he looked at jack, "You shouldn't let your eye color put you down all the time. Like I said, I wasn't scared or intimidated by your eye color at all. Yes there are people who will be, because they're idiots, but they are others like me who don't care." he smiled, "I don't know if that helped at all..." he said letting go then leaned against the wall that the sink hung from. Jack looked at the glasses then at Rio. He then handed him the yellow tinted glasses and said." You can have these, and keep them or sell them." Which meant that he wouldn't be wearing them anymore, and see which people will not care, and which will." You've been a real help." He then said smiling. Rio grasped the glasses, a light pink shined on his cheeks. He'd never been any help to anyone so you could say this made him especially happy to hear that he has helped someone, "N-no problem" he spoke, as he looked at his watch, "We should head to our classes. We only have 10 minutes left!" Jack nodded his head." I'll catch you later." He stated smiling before pushing off the sink, and getting to his class. He felt a little naked since he always wore the glasses, but he could now see the world in true colors instead of the yellow tint he's been used to seeing for so long. Furthermore, he arrived at his class with three minutes to spare, and he stood by the door waiting for his class to start to come in. Rio smiled, as he walked to class. Students rushing in and getting to their locker. Rio could hear lockers slammed as the students tried to get into their class early. He walked to the board as he wrote 'Mr. Salami' and underneath 'Math 1st period' The male sighed, students began coming into his class. The bell finally rang, he wondered how Jack was doing. Maybe I'll see him during lunch or after school he thought softly to himself." Okay. Welcome to your 1st period Math Class. I'm Mr. Salami" he put on a bright smile.((Should we skip to lunch or the whole day? ) ((We can skip to lunch))Lunch came and Jack was happy about that. After he got his lunch which consisted of a small cake and coffee, he sat at a table and sighed deeply. So far the day went with four classes who were loud and asked a bunch of questions.' I hate those kids...' He thought taking a sip of his coffee, unlike most people sugar calms his nerves, which most people took as a lie since he had an anger problem. Rio walked into the teacher lobby, his lunchbox in one hand. "Jack!" he waved as he walked next to the male sitting down, "So.how was your first morning here?" he asked hoping it was good.((Kay! 3)) Jack looked at him and said." It was terrible." He stated tiredly." My head feels like it's going to explode from their stupidity." He then said finishing up his coffee." And the days only half over...." Jack added with a little bit of a sour tone. Rio pouted, "Oh I'm sorry to hear that" he said taking a sip of his cold tea, "Just let them get all the questions off their systems, and everything will be fine" he smiled, letting the cup of tea gently sit on the table. He took out a small ham and cheese sandwich. "Would you like some?" he asked noticing he only had a small piece of cake and coffee. "You must be hungry" Jack shook his head." Believe it or not, but I seem to calm down when I eat caffeine and sugar." He said finishing his coffee." But I might eat something later." The teacher said placing his cup into the trash behind him." And I hope so, or I might have to quit, but if they piss me off enough I might go and scream at them, hopefully that might shut their mouths." He then chuckled, no one wanted to hear Jack scream, because he could silence an entire lecture hall. Rio smiled, "Well that's one way to get them to be quiet" he nodded as he finished his lunch. "They'll get over it soon." the male reassured Jack.((Sorry it's so short. D: I'm in the middle of homework -sniffles-)) ((It's okay))"Yep, my old class did, and they seemed to like them a lot like you did." Jack said with a bitter-sweet look on his face." But I miss them, a lot.... I've known most of those kids from when they were in middle school." He then added now having a sad look on his face. Rio looked down, "I don't blame you, I'd miss them too" he said, "It ought here longer than anyone else...since all the others seemed to have moved or resigned" he shrugged." Maybe you could go visit them once in a while?" he smiled.((Thanks! ) Jack perked up at hearing the word 'visit'." That might be wonderful, and I'll be unexpected also. But they get out at the same time we do...and I don't want to miss days when I just started." He said getting a little upset again, but at himself for restricting himself again. Rio thought of what Jack should do, "You do have a point there, but it wouldn't to just call in sick once in a while" the male said, looking at the clock "Lunch is almost over, we should head to our classes" he said. "Okay, and that's a good idea." Jack said perking up a little. But then when Rio mentioned that classes start soon, Jack groaned." Ryo, do I have to go back? I'm going to get a headache listening to these kids." The man then added leaning back in his chair." If only teachers can skip class...." Jack said laughing. Rio chuckled softly, "if only that was possible only thing is that can always call in sick" he states gathering his things, "maybe tomorrow we both could call in sick..." he said, "I too, don't really want to be especially in the beginning of the school year" he shrugged lightly as he stood.(DX sorry that's short) (it's okay)"But I will get me away from those kids. Plus I know how my kids will get if I tell them that I already made a friend, so you should come also." Jack said. His lazy attitude still holds strong even though he's a teacher and an adult. He never liked school, so becoming a teacher was a surprise to him, but he loved making his students laugh, and teaching them." But I'll go by myself if you don't want to go." Jack said playfully smiling. "Hmmm." Rio thought for a quick moment, "Sure, I don't mind at all." TV male said smiling happily at the word 'friend'. Ryo stretched as he walked towards the door graceful as he heard the bell ring. "How shall we meet tomorrow?" Jack sighed when he heard the bell, and stood up." You can meet at my house, and call in sick from you cell phone." He said. The man the took out a piece of paper, and wrote it down, then handed it off to Rio." Well I'm off to go deal with more brats." Jack said using a two fingered salute as a goodbye gesture for the other teacher. As he walked to his class, his vision blurred slightly, but that could be from the sugar he ate, since that normally happens when he does that. Rio grasped the piece of paper, he blushed slightly. He didn't even know why he was blushing, he sighed placing the paper in his pocket as he walked back to class.((I'm skipping the rest of the day XD))----The teacher sighed as he set a pile of papers on his desk. "Wonder if everyone's gone now." he muttered quietly to himself. Usually he's the last teacher in the building to leave, but he was hoping in seeing Jack and see how the new teacher was doing. He gathered his belongings as he headed to the door. Jack in the meantime had his head on his desk, and he seemed to be sleeping, but he didn't have anything for breakfast since his nerves prevented him from doing so. Then he only had the sugar for lunch, which didn't help his mind or body at all. He let out a groan which didn't sound very healthy. Rio walked out, heading for Jack classroom. He knocked on the wooden door, then peeked his head inside, seeing a figure at the desk, "J-jack?" he called out Jack lifted his head, and didn't look good." You think you can drive me home?" He asked with a smile on his face. He clearly was trying to hide the fact that he wasn't feeling well. The man then sat up, and then stood up, which wasn't good in his condition. The man ended up nearly falling on his face, but his desk caught him." Oops, he, I should be more careful." Rio jolted towards Jack, "A-are you okay?" he asked, worry filled his face. "And I can certainly drive you home" he smiled helping the new teacher up.((D: sorry it's suitor short)) ((It's okay If you have writer's block I can help you))Jack nodded his head." Y-yeah..." He said. That statement was soon taken back when he threw up onto the floor.' Damn...' He muttered before clasping right after. Today wasn't Jack's day, maybe he should have eaten lunch when Rio offered. ((thanks!! XD WWW poor jack >."eek!" he muttered "Err the janitors will get that" he said before picking Jack up and jolting to his car, gently laying jack on the back seat.((I'm assuming Jack is out cold?)) ((XD...kinda of, just watch))Jack felt the jolt of the car, and opened his eyes." Ugh...my head...." He muttered placing his hand to his head. He then sat up slightly." And are you stealing my car!" Jack then exclaimed, wanting to jolt up, but feeling to sick to. He didn't know it was Rio, and he might've have fought him if he was feeling any better. ((Skies~))Rio looked jack, "I'm not stealing your car. It's me, Rio" he said as he started the engine. "You clasped onto the floor" the teacher added. "I'm taking you home, I recommend you to rest and eat something other than cake and coffee" he finished, "Now where so you live?" he asked, as they exited the parking lot. Jack placed his body back on the back seat, and sighed." Ten blocks from here..." He then closed his eyes trying to get some sleep." Thanks, by the way." He then said opening his eyes again." And I hope you don't mind staying over, if I get even sicker..." Jack then added, he wanted Rio to stay over actually, he lived by himself, and was getting pretty lonely living by himself. Rio blushed slightly, "Sure, I'll be glad to" he smiled lightly as he finally reached Jack's place. The male walked to the passenger seats, "can you walk...or shall I carry you?" EDIT:Oops! D: I double posted, sorry! ((It's okay I do that sometimes also))Jack felt the car turn, and he held his head, getting another headache. When Rio asked a question, he looked at him." Carry would be nicer....but I can walk if you want." Jack said sighing deeply trying to hide his pain from the headache." I'm sorry that you have to do the things for me..." The man then added sitting up. He didn't like becoming a burden, and that's partially why he lives alone. Rio smiled lightly, "Don't worry about, really" he spoke gently lifted jack, then closed the car door with his foot as he began walking to the door, "Where are your keys?" he asked jiggling the door knob a little. He enjoyed helping jack out, but he didn't really like seeing him like this. Rio doesn't remember the last time someone actually wanted him to help. He also couldn't remember the last time he got sick he's always cooped up in his house that we rarely go out, only for groceries and other needed products. Jack fumbled around in his pocket." Here." He said reaching over, and opening the door. He then pushed the door open, and moved his hand back on to his stomach. At this point, his face has become slightly flushed, most likely a fever. "Rio..." Jack said tugging on his shirt lightly." I think I'm really getting sick." He then laughed darkly at his own pain. Rio looked at Jack as he entered the house. "Don't worry!" he said rushing upstairs to find Jack's room. He entered one room, I think this is it!he late Jack carefully on the bed and under the covers as his hand laid carefully on the other teacher's forehead, "Oh my! You do have a fever!!!!" he cried out, "I'll get more blankets! And...a cloth!" he spoke running all over the house looking for everything he needed.Finally, he came back with a bucket filled with hot steamy water, cloths, and more blankets. "You are going to have to sweat it out" he said, dipping the cloth in the water that he had now set down on the floor and placed it on Jack's forehead after making sure it wasn't burning hot. He then put the blankets on Jack. Jack laughed dryly as Rio rushed around. He then sat up slightly, and said." Relax...it's not that bad. Some pills, soup, and RR and I should be fine." To prevent Rio from doing anymore, he placed his hand over Rio's and pulled it off his head." So relax, I'm not going to die. I've gotten sick like this before, and still took care of myself." Jack then said chuckling. Rio blushed, "Well... I-i" he started, "I just want you to get better is all..." he spoke not really knowing how to exactly take care of someone, usually when he got sick he went on with his normal routine. "Pills? Do you have any somewhere?" Jack smiled, and chuckled again. He then coughed lightly, and said." In the kitchen, it's a blue bottle." He then yawned and closed his eyes." But I might fall asleep before then....." The man said rolling over on his side, and yawning again. "Well I'll still get anyway" he nodded before making sure Jack was comfy and warm under the blankets then drifted downstairs tithe kitchen." Now...where is it." he said to himself, pursing his lips as he did so. Rio looked in a cabinet noticing a blue bottle, "That must be it!" he grasped the bottle and made his way back upstairs. Jack in the meantime fell asleep. He was snoring lightly, and the man looked peaceful, even though he was sweating from a fever. The man stayed asleep for about another five minutes before he woke up. He groaned, and turned over on his side hoping to go back to sleep. Rio smiled, as he took a seat near jacks bed letting the bottle lay on the table. He didn't want to wake Jack up, he needed as much as a rest as possible, but he was glad to once take care of someone it made him feel useful. He crossed his slender legs and folded his hand around his knee. Jack soon rolled over to be facing Rio, and he opened his eyes.' How long have you been sitting there?' He asked stretching lightly. He then looked at the night stand, and saw the pills. Jack then silently reached for the container, and opened it. Then he placed two pills in his mouth, and swallowed them.' Thanks for helping.' He stated smiling before laying down on his bed again. Rio looked up, "Oh, your awake!.. About thirty minutes or so" he smiled as he pushed up off the chair making his way towards the bed, "You want some water?" he asked, his hand slowly went upon Jack's forehead, "You still have a slight fever. And your welcome" he smiled readjusting his glasses using his index finger. Jack nodded his head." That would be nice." He then sat up, and covered his mouth to yawn." I'm going to be in the bathroom, so you can wait until I get out to give me the water." The man said before standing up, and walking out the bedroom. He soon made a left down the hallway, and entered the bathroom. Turning the light on, he looked in the mirror, and saw that he had a green tint to his skin, and he groaned.' I hate being sick.' He said before splashing cold water on his face. When Jack lifted his head, he felt a wave of nausea, and groaned sadly. Then he rushed to the toilet, and threw up again. This lasted for a few minutes before he wiped his mouth, and flushed the toilet. He then stood up slowly, and turned on the sink, he then took his tooth brush and started to brush his teeth, and tongue free of the sour after-taste. Rio nodded, as he walked back into the kitchen. He looked around, opening the cabinets and find the glass, pour water into it before heading back upstairs, "Jack! Are you okay?" he asked hearing what sounded to be puking noises. He gently tapped his finger against the door, wanting to make sure his friend was okay. Jack reached over, and opened the door. He still was brushing his teeth." I'm okay." He said spitting out the toothpaste." I'm just brushing my teeth now." He then took some water into his mouth, and swooshed it around before spitting it into the sink. Rio sighed in relief, "Oh good...I thought you might have thrown up" he smiled, "I got you, your glass of water I'll be in your room" he bowed his head politely before running off back to the male's room. Ryo set the glass on the nightstand that stood beside the bed. I hope he is feeling better. Jack left the bathroom, and went back into his room." Thanks for the water." He said sitting back on his bed. Then he took his water, and started drinking it. After he was finished with the water, he laid back down and asked." Do I feel any cooler?" Since he never had anyone help him before, he never knew if his fever was getting better or worse. The teacher smiled as he gently placed his hand on Jacks forehead, "Its getting better" he said happy that his fever went down." Just try to rest a little bit more, okay?" Jack smiled, and entered his bed." Thanks, again." He said covering himself with blankets. The man then turned his head, and closed his eyes. He was grateful that Rio was here, just in case something bad was going to happen, he wouldn't have to worry about him dying in his house, alone. Rio smiled, sitting on the chair that he had brought closer to Jack's bed. Rio's hand reached out, patting Jack's head. "Get better" he whispered.((Sorry for crappy post, I'm in class XD)) ((It's okay))Jack turned over in his sleep, and lightly swatted Rio's hand away, then muttering something under his breath. Jack when he was sick he'd normally talk to himself in his sleep, but sometimes he'd talk in his sleep when he was perfectly healthy. Rio stepped back at the light swat. He made his way back to the chair; once again crossing his legs as his hand were folded neatly, watching the other male sleep before he too fell asleep. Ryo was a light sleeper, even the smallest of things would wake the poor male. At times, it was very difficult to remain sleeping so he'd spent his nights grading papers or just reading.((Sorry for such a late reply DX I thought I replied to this already)) ((it's okay))Jack woke up an hour later, and felt a lot better. He yawned and looked around. Ryo had fallen asleep in his chair, and he smiled. Instead of waking the man up, Jack got up out of the bed and left the room. The first place he was headed was the bathroom to take a well needed shower, then he'll make himself something to eat, since he was starving. Rio opened his eyes, adjusting to the light. He groaned a bit wondering what it was. He moved around in the chair. So uncomfortable...he thought finally deciding to stand. The teacher looked at the bed noticing Jack wasn't there anymore. "What time is it...it has to be at least seven in the morning" he sighed rummaging through his pocket for his cell phone. "Might as well call the school." he muttered to himself. After a few minutes the cell phone slammed and retreated back into his pocket before heading downstairs. He honestly didn't know what to do. Should he leave or stay? Jack brought out a plate of breakfast for himself, and saw Rio."Oh, hi!" He said smiling." I feel a lot better today." He then added taking a seat at the table." Sorry I didn't make something for you. I could if you want." Jack then suggested standing up. He didn't want to be rude to Rio, after all the man took time away from his life to help him. "Huh? Oh! No. No it's fine" Rio smiled, "I'm glad you feel better." he continued, "You look a lot better too" he said, happy that Jack felt better and sat across from Jack on the table, "I called the school, and I explained what happened." he told the man.((XDD Writer's block. ) ((it's cool))Jack smiled sitting back down." Just help yourself." He said placing the food in his mouth. After he finished that mouthful, he smiled." Well at least I got sick for real this time." He said laughing before placing his fork down on to his plate, and sighing. "Hm? For real?" he asked wondering the male meant by that. Rio looked around the kitchen, he was particularly hungry in the morning only during lunch was when he was starving.((XD, Thanks! ) ((your welcome))"You want me to get you something?" Jack asked turning around." And what should we do today?" He then added drumming his fingers against the chair lightly. He wanted to make Rio something since he helped him in his time of need. "Oh no! It's fine" he said making an 'oh-no-it's-fine' hand movement. "I don't know" he spoke as he pursed his lips, "I guess we can go see your other school?" he suggested, that was their original plan anyway. Jack nodded his head." Sure, my class would be more than happy to see me, and a new friend of mine." He said smiling." Before I left they told me once I make a friend to come over ASAP." Jack then added turning back around and finishing his breakfast. Rio smiled. "Well now I get to meet everyone" he said looking at his clothes then back at Jack, "ERM... I think I should change. I wouldn't want the kids to think I'm dirty" he chuckled softly as he scratched the back of his head. Jack smiled and laughed slightly." The bathroom is two rooms down from my room, and you can borrow some of my clothes if you want." He suggested turning in his chair to face Rio. Rio smiled gently, "Alright." he spoke as he got up and walked towards Jack, "Thank you" he spoke again, then walking out the kitchen and up the stairs. And for some reason a blush appeared on his face as he entered the bathroom. Jack smiled as he turned back into his seat, and looked at his plate. He then sighed, and stood up to place it into the sink. He rinsed off the plate, and sighed again. Jack was happy that he was seeing his class again, he missed them. The man then placed his dish on the drying rack, and then went upstairs to get changed himself. Determined to remove the blush off his ghostly pale yet radiant face, he quickly turned the faucet handle then splashed the cool water onto his face before wiping it on a nearby towel." I should get some clothes before I actually take a shower" he muttered to himself, the blush fading as he wondered out the bathroom and into Jacks room hoping that he really wouldn't mind letting him borrow some clothes to wear. While Rio was upstairs picking out clothes. Jack was sitting in his living room watching the news to make sure that no traffic was crowding the streets. If so he might miss them, then again he could call them, and take them out for a luncheon. He sighed and looked up at the stairs.' I hope they like you...' He thought. He then frowned, and wondered why he thought that. Rio felt awkward as he looked through Jack's drawers for something to wear. He quickly found something and hurried his way back the bathroom with a white button downed shirt and some jeans. He stopped midway looking downstairs for one quick second before proceeding towards the bathroom and locking it, even though they were the only two in the house and Jack knew he was in the bathroom. Ryo took of his clothes, folding them and placed it on the floor. He quickly turned the shower head on and a burst of warm water came pouring out. The male jumped into the shower and started cleaning himself off. Jack heard the water running, and shrugged. Then he went back to watching television.' Is he taking a shower?' Jack thought after a few minutes.' That's a little strange, but can't blame him.' He then added yawning. He was finally done, and quickly dried himself with a towel. Ryo started to put on the clothes he got from Jack's room. He smiled, finally feeling clean and not so dirty. The male hates feeling dirty, you could say he's a very neat person. He walked out the bathroom, the towel he used was folded in his arms as he walked downstairs, "I hope you don't mind, but I used the towel that was in the bathroom, I also took a shower" he spoke softly. The clothes he had been wearing before were also folded in his arms. Jack looked up." That's fine." He said smiling." I was just checking to see if we'll have traffic or not." Jack then added standing up." In about ten minutes we'll leave, okay?" The man then asked walking past him. Rio nodded, "Alright" he said shortly then walked off to find the laundry room. After a few seconds, he found the room, leaving the towel there. Maybe...I can clean his laundry for him. No, we're leaving soon...he walked back to the where he was before finding a bag, and placing his dirty clothes in that bag, as he waited for Jack. Jack wasn't that dirty, so he just put new fresh clothing on, as well as brush his hair and teeth." Okay we can get going." He said speeding down the steps. The man then got his shoes on, and grabbed his keys in a bowl near the door. The male nodded, and followed after Jack. He wondered how the kids would be and if they would like him; he sure hoped so. Ah, my car is still at the school since I used Jack's car to get here, I should get it before I leave for home he thought, wanting to remember that his car was somewhere else; he didn't want to leave it at school and end up at his house without a car. His mind wondered back to the kids, "Do you think they'll like me?" he said aloud. Jack looked at him, as he unlocked his car." I'm sure. They wanted to see who will be my first friend in the new school." The man then opened the car door, and entered the car." Hopefully, I find everyone in time." He then added sighing. Rio opened the car door. He got in gently as he responded to Jack's sentence, "We'll find them, don't you worry!" he said with a determined smile painted across his face.’D: i don't know why my post are so short! STOTT OMG! I just noticed on your Iggy the link is to this RP XD) ((lol, and sorry for the late response))The smile was contagious, and so Jack gained the same smile on his face." Thanks." He stated starting the car. Jack pulled out of the driveway, and couldn't wait to get to his old school again. They'll be proud of him when they see him glasses-less. Rio smiled, a little nervous of what the kids might say about him. He was never one to take insults very well, but he was happy that Jack would be able to visit them and smile.(It's okay! D: I'm so sorry for my late reply! I got 4 teeth taken out and now I'm a home and not working X___X. As much as i dispose yelling at those kids I'll miss them D:)) ((It's okay, and our avatars match x3.kinda of))Jack felt Rio's nervousness, and placed one of his hands, on Rio's." You have nothing to worry about, I'm sure they'll like you." He stated smiling. The man soon was on the bridge, and he sighed deeply. Even though he knew that his kids would love him no matter what, he got the ever sinking feelings that something was going to go wrong. ((LOL! They do in some sort of way. XD))Rio nodded, as he felt Jack's hand on his making his cheeks turn a slightly rosy color. "Alright" he said giving no hint as his blush. Ryo was still anxious in the car ride. If Jack said they'll like then they will, but he was still nervous. He didn't know why though he had always worked with kids so confronting or meeting a whole set of new kids shouldn't be so difficult for him. He re-adjusted his glasses so that it sat on the ridge of nose as they continued to over the bridge. He looked outside, watching as cars rode passed them especially one with a little child making faces through the window. This made the white-haired man chuckle a bit, and just stared at the boy who eventually rode off. He wondered if Jack's kids were good, not like the kids back at the other school. It would be a blessing if they were! ((XD))They arrived at a red stop light, and Jack eased the car into stand-by mode. He was having second thoughts at this point." What if they fear me?" He asked not looking at Rio." I mean sure their used to seeing me, but after having a 'normal' teacher what do you think their reaction would be. Then of course their new teacher/teachers might not feel so happy about me coming to see them." Jack continued sighing deeply. This normally happened, when he had a life-changing decision he had to make. Rio looked at jack, his eyes gentle and sincere. "They're not going to fear you nor will the new teacher not want you there. Don't think like that, because you are perfectly normal." he said, his hands folded on his lap. "They will be happy to see you again. You were they're teacher, and they did love you, no?" He said with a smile as the light continued it's red blinking.’D: I'm sorry!! I hate school!!! D:Jack smiled, and started the car again as the light turned green." Thanks. That makes me feel better." The man stated looking at the road." So how long were you working at the school?" Jack asked wanting to get more insight on Rio, plus he seemed like he has been working there for some time now. Rio smiled, "No problem" he said as he adjusted in his seat ready to answer Jack's question. "I have been working at the school for about three years now I think" he said.(I'm sorry it's so short D: Writer's block) Jack nodded his head. "Do you like the school, 'cause from what I've encountered, the people suck." He replied making a face. When Jack was not teaching, he often sounded like a teenager when he spoke. It was not his fault, Jack would often talk to his students after school, and he picked up some of their talking habits, as well as facial expressions. Within ten minute they arrived at the school. Jack slowed and stopped the car into his normal parking spot, and sighed deeply. He looked at Rio and asked. "Should we go home?" He really did not want to be rejected by his students, he liked them, almost like family. Rio smiled, as he got out of the car and walked over to the driver's seat to open the door, "No, we shouldn't go home. We came all the out here so you can see your students, and I know you want to see them. There's nothing to be afraid to off." he said, unbuckling Jack's seat belt. "No come on! No getting cold feet, alright?" Jack sighed, and exited the car. He looked at the building that rejected him, and sighed, before he started walking towards it. Teachers that were outside looked at Jack, and were pretty shocked. They looked at each other before darting inside, they were going to spread the news to everyone they saw, which will ruin the surprise that he had for his students, but oh well. (Last post in...NOV! OH, MY! I can't believe I've been gone for that long! Please forgive me, again! D: School has been really stabbing me with a knife ;__;)The two entered the school building. "So, where is the room?" he asked, re-adjusting his glasses as looked at Jack. Ryo couldn't help but ponder the thought of why Jack would think his students would reject him, and he was pretty confident that they wouldn't. The white-haired male found nothing wrong with his eye color; nothing frightening, nothing appalling, just...nothing. Sure, he thought it was abnormal for a person to have such an eye color but, in all honesty... He liked them, and found no reason to be scared of them. (It's cool! I understand :3)"It's not far." Jack stated holding the door open for Rio. Meanwhile, his students caught wind of his arrival, and couldn't help but meet him at the door. They all stood there wondering if it was him, since many teachers had white hair they couldn't tell. Of course, they didn't want to open their mouths and ask if it was their beloved teacher considering that what if it wasn't him or what if it was, but he wasn't happy to see them all crowding around them. Jack heard light chatter behind him, and turned around to look. "Woah." He stated surprised at the crowd behind him. "It is you!" Some exclaimed. They then tackled Jack happily. "You're back." "Oh my god, where are you're glasses?" "How's the new school." "Our new teacher sucks balls!" "We missed you" Was most of what Jack could hear over the massive amount of students chattering. "Everyone meet Rio." Jack stated smiling pointing over to the other male teacher. (^__^ yay!)) Ryo smiled as he saw the kids greet Jack warmly and with much love. "Oh! Um. Hi, I'm Rio" he said as he waved the kids that crowded around Jack. This place seemed a lot more....how could he put it, warming than the other school where the kids didn't give a crap." Your teacher, Jack, was telling me about how wonderful you guys are and how much he missed you. So, we decided to come down to visit all of you" the teacher said with a smile still on his face. "I'm happy he visited." One student said. Scattered agreements soon followed, and Jack smiled. "Alright, alright. Now that you've seen me, y'all should get back to your classes. After school, I'll make sure you guys get something special." The kids wanted to object, but after Jack gave the 'don't even think about it' look, they sighed and started to go back to their various classes. Once they were all gone, Jack chuckled. "Thanks for coming with me." He stated smiling at them. Rio looked at Jack, "No problem, Any time." he said. "See, they didn't reject you at all. In fact, they were EXTREMELY happy you came to visit them" The teacher emphasized on the word 'extremely'.(D: short post. Sorry!! Jack chuckled. "I was surprised they heard the news so quickly. Anyway, since school isn't over for another few hours. I wanna head over to the store. I have an idea." The teacher then grabbed Rio by the hand, and he ran out of the school building. (The hair and eye patch of your AVI reminds me of a character of a BL game called, 'Sweet Pool' :3 and again, sorry for short post. Writer's block D:)"Uh." he managed to get out before Jack grabbed his hand and the both ran out of the building. "What are you planning?" he asked a bit curious of what the other teacher's idea was. (lol XD and it's fine)"A little party. I promised the kids that I would give them one, but I was fired before I was able to." Jack stated as he let go of Rio, and walked over to his car. Party? Last time Rio went to a party was...maybe two years ago, before his brother's death. "That sounds like fun!" he commented, walking over to the other side of the car. "Why did they fire you?" he added, "If you don't mind me asking, that is."(D: Another short post. Sorry!! Jack opened the car door, he sighed deeply. "When ever I was at a parent/teacher meeting I never wore my glasses, I found it rude, and the parents were, I guess, a little unnerved by my yellow eyes, so after getting complaint after complaint I was fired. They told me to retire, but I refused so they kicked me out instead...." Jack then entered the driver's seat. Rio snorted, "The nerves of some people" he said before entering the car, "That must be against the law to discriminate like that, and plus!!...there is nothing wrong with your eyes to even begin to discriminate against." Rio knew he probably sounded a bit...how could he put it, angry? Well he was a bit and bit saddened of the people these days especially the older generations. He sighed, "Well, either way that really sucks." he added,"...and I'm sorry that happened to you" he said in a gentle and sympathetic tone.(D: Poor JACK! "It's fine." Jack stated as he started the car. "I'm actually happy I came to your school. Or I wouldn't've met you." The teacher added chuckling. He soon pulled out of the driveway, and off towards the local supermarket. Rio smiled, "I'm glad to have met you as well." he commented. Rio was fond of Jack, he wasn't like the other teachers at the school...and being the head teacher. Rio had to deal with all of them. He didn't like that but at least he got to order them around." I'll chip in to buy things for the party" he added with a smile. Jack stopped at a red light, and chuckled. "Alright, we'll have to make a few stops." He stated looking over at Rio. Now the only thing they really needed to make this work is a place to hold the party, of course Jack had to say something to get the kids go back to class. It took him a minute, but then he remembered a room that no one really uses anymore. He nodded his head, agreeing with himself, 'Good idea.' He thought chuckling. "We should play games like dictionary and stuff like that" he commented. Rio always liked playing games especially dictionary. "The kids might enjoy it." he added. Rio thought for a moment, "Have you figured out a place to hold the party?" he asked. Obviously Rio didn't know the school that well and the places around it so he didn't have a real opinion. (OMFG! You have a crap load of gold)Jack chuckled, as he started the car again. "Yep. These kids love to draw. Most of the time during my lesson if I were to leave they'd draw something on the board." The teacher stated as he turned the corner. "I have a room in mind. It's never used, and no one really comes down that hallway, so it's a perfect place." He soon pulled up to a supermarket. "There's a Party City three buildings down you can go there to get the party supplies. Oh, here." Jack then wrote down his phone number on a piece of scrap paper. "Here call my phone when you're finished shopping." The man stated before shutting off the car, and leaving the vehicle. ((XD I sold some items ; A ;))Rio nodded, "Alright" he said before Jack had left the car. He quickly placed the piece of paper Jack handed him in his pocket and then proceeded towards the other direction until he saw the Party City. "Aha!" he exclaimed and entered the building." Let's see." he muttered quietly to himself as he looked through each aisle. "Plates. Napkins. Utensils. Cups. Check!" Ryo continued to look around and even found games, he decided to place them in the cart along with the other supplies he got. After a couple more minutes the man was ready and started to bring his stuff up to the cashier. The white-haired male was done, carrying bags as he left the store.

Light[xero]kn!ght _ Versailles {Private}|rating:3.0

WoW_ The Travelers

She left the great walls of Storm wind that early morning, right before the sun would lift its glorious face to before the forests. The clip-clops of her Pinto's hooves on the cobbled path was a comfort to her ears. They were the same as the sounds she had heard so often within Storm wind. What was missing was the bustle of people traveling, the cries of bargains, the warble of wagons coasting along the streets, children laughing, people speaking and arguing. . . What replaced it all was the rustle of branches far over head and the eerie science that almost frightened her. She carefully went over her list of learned spells, and it comforted her to have her staff strapped to her back. Her bag contained her sleeping bag, food to last her till she arrived in Dark shire of Dusk wood. There she hoped to spend the night and purchased special candles to burn at her father's grave. Father. It wasn't that she didn't feel grief over his death. It was that she didn't feel as much as she should feel. When the message was brought to her a fortnight ago, she took it with a tilt of her head and a whispered, "Oh." There had been no tears, no weeping into her pillow, or prayer to the gods. She had merely accepted it as if something had announced that it was going to rain. Granted that she hadn't seen her father since her childhood. The School took up her time and the military took him away from her. And the recent great war stole her mother and brother away and whisked him off to Salvador. A whole new continent many had never known existed. She never found the time to visit him and neither could he. Messages were sent back and forth over the years, but none of them contained anything heartfelt other than inquiring on each other's health. She tucked her robe tightly around her to guard her from the chill. She went over her plan for that she had poured over maps many times. The nearest port was located in Booty Bay, a rather crude name to be sure. But to get to Booty Bay, she would have to travel through Dusk wood and south through Strangle ford Vale. Dangerous, but she was mage. She was stubborn. For many hours, she was heckled to hire out a warrior, a paladin, or at least one other mage to accompany her. Mages were power in their own right, but once their MANA ran dry, they were for easy picking for any enemy or monster. Nay, she had neither the money nor the patience to acquire such. She would simply have to go alone and if she picked up a companion along the way, then so be it. Once her wishes were finally ground into her friends, they helped her plan her journey. She would leave early this mourns and travel to Dark shire on mount. She should reach it before sunset, and it was rather important that she entered Dusk wood before the sun went down. Dusk wood was a dark and dangerous place, even with the sun up, but during the day, the nastier things tended to retreat into their caves or cavern, wherever they lurked when not out hunting. She would spend the night at an inn and then travel onto Strange thorn Vale. Depending on how far she traveled, she might have to camp before she arrived at Booty Bay, but she hoped to make the journey before night so she could spend the night at their inn. After that. . . .she would have to see about procuring another map because knowledge of Salvador was rare, even in Storm wind. Once she entered Gold shire, she stocked up on more supplies and even about her equipment was in good repair before continuing east toward the Red ridge Mountains. The path would take her into a corner of Red ridge before turning and taking her into Dusk wood and straight to Dark shire. She intended to stay on the path at least until she came to Strangle thorn Vale where it disappears. No sense in getting into trouble if she can help it. Hours part and the sun risen higher, and grew brighter. She took a sip from her canteen and could hear her poor Pinto pant. The poor thing had never traveled so far and no doubt had no idea of the long journey they were to take together. She checked her map, holding the reins with one hand. There was a small river up ahead which she would have to cross by bridge. The river led into Dusk wood. She could water him there and take a small rest. The pinto must have scented the water up ahead for that he quicken his pace. Ara gem looked about her and stared at the thick trees and inhaled the scent of the grass and earth. She had seen some travelers, but they had been going in the opposite way and looked too exhausted for her to request their companionship. She soon heard the trickle of water up ahead and encouraged the pinto into a quicker pace. He needs no further encouragement. He all but dashed forward. She gasped, tugging on the reins, almost falling off her saddle. Something caught her eye. . . . Something tall, very bulky, and green had passed through the trees, near the river. . . . Ferris was deep within enemy lines, but the spirits had reassured him that they would be protected as he embarked on the sacred journey to complete his rites of passage as a shaman. Having been of third generation orcs after the corruption his skin was still green, the mark of demonic treachery still tainting his skin. As a pup he had bounded to his companion who he named respectively Felix, when he learned to speak. Now the wolf kept guard of him as he partook in the cleansing of the river. The allies of the horde, the forsaken had contaminated the precious river, attempting to turn more of the humans into their undead counterpart. He never liked them nor their decay ridden city, finding Eurostar and Kilgore more to his liking. Now with a totem in hand he walked on the water below him, setting the highly detailed artifact at his feet. He began to channel the water spirit, asking for its assistance in cleansing the water supply that would affect nearly the entire town ahead. He truly cared little for the greedy humans, there people blindly followed the "light" as their paladins called it. It was by the will and command of the spirits, he was out here doing them all a favor. Globes of water appeared out of the air and began circling him, the totem that magically balanced on the water surface began to glow as the spirit began to heed the call. His broad chest and shoulders began to heave for air, such a ritual was always overwhelming on the shaman. His long hair was pulled back and hung like those of the noble blade masters, his facial hair neatly braided and hung down his chin. He was young, but his body still carried a few burdening scars across his arms and torso, all trophies of his early rites of strength. The river stopped moving, the globes enter the precious resource and began stirring around him. It appeared as he would be sucked down as the water swirled, and created a sinkhole. His hands lifted above his heads as the task was being focused through him, pain running through his own body. His wolf looked on and protected him closely in these steps when he was truly vulnerable to attack. Thick green liquid began to rise out of the water, the cleansing was finally underway. The vile smelling liquid was being absorbed by the totem, soon it would no longer exist in the world, broken down to its natural harmless components. Fenrix's ears perked up, dashing across the river and standing guard from the threat he could smell approaching. It remained silent, baring its fangs at the possible threat. Just a little more time, the wolf could hear Ferris speak to him...a little more time friend or all of this will be in vain. The pinto became agitated, rearing his head and Pickering in distress, yet Ara gem urged him forward between the trees. All common sense told her to get back on the road and stay on the road. Yet, something drew her, curiosity or a sense for adventure, she didn't know which. Then she felt it. At first, it was light, like a small feather stroked across her skin, and then it grew until it was like hard leather touching her, wrapping around her. Magic or power was being expelled further down the river and for what purpose, she was unable to determine. She couldn't tell whether it was Light Magic or Dark Magic. Or even her magic. She swallowed and ignored her pounding heart and her white-knuckle grip on the reins. She slipped off the Pinto and tied him to a low-hanging branch, fearing that his fearful whiskers would bring whatever is performing the magic attention to her. Furthermore, she tried to sooth him with a pat, but the Pinto's eyes were wide with terror. She grabbed her staff firmly in her hand. It was metal, no extra magic granted, just a rod of metal, but to her mind, it was better than wood. She swallowed her fear and crept down alongside the river, her soft shoes making very little noise in the grass. At the close edge of the river dividing Dusk wood and the Forests of Lynn. There, through the darkness she could make out two large figures and the power was very strong from one of them. She swallowed, the power was so strong, stronger than her own. Who. . . Then her eyes adjusted. An orc. Her blood turned to ice in her veins as the shock made her ill. Now she wished with all her heard that she had stayed on the road. She gripped her staff with two hands and tried to decipher his magic. What was he doing? Whatever he was doing, it was to the river, and whatever an Orc did. . . It was never good. Her best chance was to attack the wolf first. . . .perhaps wound it severely with a well-placed oblast and cripple it, then perhaps using the surprise attacking, she could deal the Orc a severe blow enough for her to overpower him with her staff. She placed her staff to her back and spread her arms and concentrated, summon the element of fire to her. . . . Felix looked over to his long time ally, hastening his work to complete the ritual. Here he was saving the people from an excruciating death, and they repay the favor with hostility. He dashed at the human who was channeling magic, her hands glowing as the spell intensified. The wolf let out a short yelp as the mighty fireball took the main blast of the body, causing its lifeless body to collapse across the mud. Fenris looked up just in time for the remainder of the fireball hit the totem, his long time and treasured possession shattered into splinters. He was knocked back into the river, losing his concentration to walk on water. As he scrambled to shore he saw his wolf on the ground before the mage, his mission to sneak in without being heard or spotted ended at that sight. Fearing for the worse he let out a war cry and charged past the river, leaping over it into a bound and taking the form of a large white wolf in the process. He pounced on the human, taking her to the ground with one tackle. Regaining his orc form, his hand held tightly across her neck." Hoo-man...die..." His eyes were crystal blue, all stories of his kind told that all orcs had red devil-infested eyes. There he was, pinning the female to the ground below her, a few splinters in his chest dripping his deep crimson blood down his chest. As his grip tightened around her feeble neck, a figure manifested before them in the form of her deceased father. He did not know who the man was, but he looked on as it spoke to him, the spirit of the wild rarely presented itself to a shaman...less an unworthy human." You can not kill this human Ferris...she has a purpose to fulfill in this land..." Fenris looked down at her with a sneer." Hooman kill Rex..." The Spirit of the wilds projected Felix and Ferris as young lings, the early and long term friendship they shared all their lives. They had grown up together, and the noble wolf had given its life to save his best friend. The manifestation nodded and moved over to the downed wolf, his hands glowing as it brought the creature to life, the spirit of it brought back into the world." The spirits will grant you this, so you may help the human on her journey...and this..." Another wave of its hands, the crude and rudimentary common had turned to fluent common." The War chief will not be pleased...great spirit...my brothers will not be pleased"The manifestation of Ara gem father faded away as it took the form of Grim Doom hammer, the legendary hammer slung across its shoulder." I will speak with your war chief...see to it that you return to Grammar with the human safely...by force if you must..." Just as quickly as it appeared, it faded away, leaving them by themselves. The wolf was shaking off the grip of death, growling at the human on the floor below. A grin crossed Ferris jaw, lifting her to her feat and pinning her against a tree. His free hand moved as the surrounding air tightened, keeping her arms pressed tightly against her arms." Stupid human...know that you live only by the will of the spirits...you are now a prisoner of the horde." His hand moved to touch her cheek, his hands were calloused from the hard work of a warrior and skilled laborer." A human female... I had heard much about your kind..." Ara gem did understand what had happened. She had struck the wolf as she had planned, before she could summon an Arcane blast to disable the Orc, he had transformed and pinned. It seems there were more to orcs than she had been taught. What happened next, she dubbed an illusion, a hallucination brought on by her terror, guilt over the lack of grief for her father's death, and possibly some magic was involved somehow. It struck her strange that the image of her father looked exactly as he had looked when she had been a child. She was certain that he had become much older since then. The touch on her cheek disgusted her, and she spat at the Orc. "Do NOT touch me!" Her face crawled where he had touched it and made her sick to her stomach that he had actually touched her in such a way. Better to be stabbed by an orc than to be stroked by one of them. She eyed him, she had seen pictures of orcs in history books and some art, but never up close, unless she counted the decapitated heads of orc that bounty hunters would bring into the city to collect their money. He greatly resembled the images. Green skin, black hair, small eyes, and protruding tusks from his mouth. He was tall, taller than a man and quite possibly even stronger than one. She wiggled in her invisible bonds. A mage was unless without her arms and hands to draw the elements and to summon spells and spirits. There was nothing she could do to free herself nor defeat her enemy now. She was dead. A deep laughter resonated from his core as he wiped away the spit from his cheek. Thunders could be seen in his eyes, as he calmed his rage at the insult." And they call us animals...the lot of you, I hope you know I saved all the children of the towns that feed off that river...." He neared his face to her, staring deeply at her features. His scent was not that off the unsophisticated swine, the books and rumors spoke of. Sure he was a bit musky from his travels but no worse than any other man of her own race." I will teach you to act like a civilized human being...the ones that hold our War chief's respect." The hand had continued to caress her skin, as a hand was exploring her body over the loose fitted robe across her body when a Rex let out a quick howl. He was forced to stop and sling the hostage over his shoulder, Rex was recovering form his wounds to ride. Locating the pinto, he hoped on the poor creature as it grunted at the weight of the both of them." Spirit of wind, head my call, grant this creature the strength to carry us from this area... Spirit of the wilds please allow me to communicate with this noble being... I promise its owner will find no harm if it does!" She would be able to understand his calls and request for aid, the "calls" of the shaman and true source behind their power. Your request are granted shaman... The horse found new strength and began to walk, transition into a gallop as the wolf kept up. Behind them a detachment of three knights charged out of the forest as they entered the darkened woods of Dusk wood. The knights heavy armor prevented them from crossing the river, they had to find another route as they continued the chase. Ara gem shrieked loud enough to hurt her throat. Her loose hair hung down the Pinto's side as the horse thrashed through the water. She realized where they were headed and held her breath in time for the Pinto to crash into the deep water. Her head and shoulders failed in the water as she struggles to lift her head to breath. A strong hand snagged her back the collar and yanked her up above the water. She gasped for breath, feeling her lungs with air in time to watch the Pinto struggle out of the water and into Dusk wood. Aragem hissed several oaths and curses onto the Orc and his wolf, then felt the eerie hush of Dusk wood touch her soul. There was power in this forest, dark power. It had been tainted by some evil power. Most believe it was the work of the Scourge, others believe that it was some other dark and old power. The Orc allowed her to sit up in the saddle in front of him as he, without effort, guided the Pinto through the woods. Ara gem was shocked at the confidence in the always shy and resistant steed. He was almost like a new horse. Many times, she swore she saw something look out at them through the bushes, but when she would take a second look, the eyes would disappear. Things skittered and whispered in the overhead branches and scuttled under foot. Then she was jolted as the Pinto came to a halt. She spotted a hollowed out cave at the root of a rather large tree. The Orc dismounted, carrying her down with him as if she was a traveling bag and carried her one-handed toward the cave. Her feet trailed behind her on the grass as she struggled. "Let go of me! You monster! You can't do this to me! Others will come looking." The Orc ducked his head and carried her inside. He tossed her to the side as if she was a pile of wood and exited the cave. She could hear him speaking to her pinto, but he was too far away for him to clearly understand. Then he returned with her traveling things in his large hand and toss them to the opposite side of the cave away from her. The cave wasn't very tall. Even Ara gem would have to watch her head for the low ceiling. And there was an earthy smell that was almost comforting despite the situation she was in. He had sent the Pinto and Rex off to a nearby forest, where they would be safe until he called upon them, thanking the spirits for their aid. The spirit of earth had provided the cave for them to hide in, hidden from the human's search parties. It was not until he had finally settled down across from the female did he realize they were both soaking wet. Digging into the earth with his hands he made a small pit to contain the fuel less fire. Closing his eyes for a moment, he channeled for the oxygen in the put to ignite as a small fire came to life. It floated above the ground, and began to warm the entire walls of the cave to a comfortable temperature. When their makeshift shelter was warm, he began to remove his wet clothing, as he moved around the cave, the warm dirt would not stick to his wet body as it should have. Finally moving over to his prisoner, he dug into his own sack and pulled out a few straps of leather. Holding those binds was exhausting, and he was in need of mental rest. All her clothes came off, fully nude before him as he rolled the straps around her arms in front of her. His eyes looked over at her...before he shook his head to remove any ideas of the frail looking women body before him." Keep your voice down, or I will gag you, I tire of hearing your insults..." Ara gem furrowed her smooth brows. "So this is what you intended all along?" There was more she wanted to say, but she dare not push him any further. She felt terror deep in her heart for what may happen now. Here she was, a mage without the ability to use her spells at the mercy of her sworn enemy. She shifted her legs, allowing her to sit up on her knees. Her cheeks were pink, and she looked away from him. Was she a slave now? "You humans do nothing but think of the worst of us...we are a noble people who only wish to regain out shattered lives. Yet you push us against the walls, you spread propaganda to your children and instill hatred with venom laced words." He was sitting across from her, his blue eyes were glazing over in rage, the light now came from his eyes as the spirit of flame coursed through his body. His voice was thundering in within the small cave, magnifying his anger." Very well human, I will make you my slave as you did to my war chief years before...your life is over now... I will do as the spirits say, but you will never know the companionship of a fellow human ever again..." He reached over and pulled her to him, his body straddling her." I am your new master, and you will do as I say!" His hands moved to grope her smaller body below his. His frame pinning her down easily. Ara gem shut her eyes, bile building in her throat, almost choking her. If she had eaten any later that morning, she would have vomited at the disgust of what he was doing to her body. She twisted, attempting to wrench herself free of him, to at least get her arms free enough to do an Arcane Blast, but her bonds were tied and unbreakable. She raked her nails down his stomach, but they simply rolled off the thick orc skin. Furthermore, she screamed curses at him, and beseech the Light to save her. "Pathetic human, the light will do nothing for you...for years your faithful had missed the true meaning and strength of such a power." He pushed her back down on the soft dirt below before turning her onto her stomach. His large nude body straddling her small frame, pinning her to an earth prison. His large hands worked skillfully and harshly as he reached into his bag and pulled out a few straps of well-worn leather. He redid the bindings around her wrist, then bound her shoulders, so her movement was restricted. Working down her body, her knees where bound next, followed by her ankles." How does it feel to be helpless now...human...to know that your very life is in the hands of the creatures you despise the most!" He rolled off her body and crawled close to her face, his hands lifting her head up from the hair so she could look into hate filled eyes." You kept my people in camps, took their will to live...now it is your turn to pay for those atrocities, you will pay for the sins of your kind..." Lifting her up like she was weightless, his hands turning her around, inspecting her body closely." Like all those of your kind, you are weak...even for a female, what would the spirits ever want from you?" A grin crossed his face, as he bent her over before him. His hands groping at the soft pink flesh of her backside." Perhaps I do have use for you after all..." Ara gem shook her head, no this could not be happening to her. She wrenched her body, but it served only to give her friction burn from her bonds. She shrieked, her voice a guttural plea for mercy and help from a power that took no notice. Her skin crawled from invisible spiders, their spike legs making her feel revulsion at the pit of her stomach. If she had had breakfast later that morning, she would have vomited it across the floor of the cave." Get away from me." She hissed into the earth at this monster behind her. "You do this to me. . . I will kill you. . . . I will kill you, you understand me?" A deep guttural laugh escaped his throat, opening his fanged mouth magnified his response to her threat. His calloused and rough hands moved up her back side to her neck, pulling her up to look into his eyes." You will do no such thing...not now...not...foolish human!" Letting go of her neck, he reached for a final leather strap and tied it across her mouth, trying to gag her as much as he could by shoving the sweat soaked leather around her mouth. Her tiny frame was laying on the ground, shifting behind her, both hands reached and dug into her hips pulling her exposed rear into the air." Now what is it you did not want me to do to you? This?" Both hands spread her cheeks lewdly, giving him a peek at what she had hidden. His eyes perked at the sight, normally orcs only found a mate to bare offspring, but as he saw her well maintained body he began to understand why some humans and elves spent most of their lives fornicating without the intentions of baring a child. Such a site was sending sparks of excitement into his body, few tales told of half orc-human offspring or pairings. His opportunity to be one of those rare pairings was now presented, not being one to hesitate he guided his member across her tiny opening. Humans were truly smaller than orcs, as he began to push into her body he could feel the difference in their races. With a slow growl he pushed into her body, at least the anatomy was the same but far more pleasant to look at. Bracing his knees into the soft earth, he pinned began to pull her bound body into his hardening manhood. It was done. That horrible monster was inside her, coupling with her. The disgust and revulsion blasted her soul. Her body tried to push, to propel hm out of her, but he was strong. His hands on her hips aided him in smooth stroked into her. Her body stretched to accommodate him, pain and a burning sensation flowed through her stomach. She bit into the leather, releasing a tangy taste in her mouth as she moaned through it. There was a small "pop" inside her and there was a sharp pain inside her as her hymen was broken. She groaned, mourning her virtue and grieved that it was taken from her by this monster. In her mind, she cursed everything. Herself for being too weak to fight this monster, this monster for doing this, her father for dying and making her obligated to make this journey, the men for not saving her, and even her own people for not killing these fiends off in three wars! He could feel her spirit lash out in rage, the brightest spark of fire, strongest that he had ever seen. Was this what the spirits wanted? Did even the wilds plan this for them two? Or was this simply human nature, why the species had survived for so long, if she was not bound would her fury overpower him? All these thoughts raced through his mind, but he could not help but feel the budding pleasure engulfing him. He was a bit put off by the popping sound inside of her body, inspected her body to make sure he had not damaged the frail creature. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, he pulled her entire body into him, then pushed her off. With every passing stroke he increased the speed and strength at which he assaulted her body. A small chuckle left his lips as he realized he had not checked her hips, one of the features a male orc looked for in a mate, he hoped for her sake she could withstand his muscle-tone body. Harder and faster he let his hips slam into her, his hands moving down to her waist, pushing her body into the earth to cushion the impact of these thrusts. The lewd sounds of their body crashing into each other echoed in the cave, slow vicious grunts left his mouth occasionally. He was in control of her, she had not optioned but accept him fully into her body. Her upper body dug deeper into the soft earth, the grains of sand and clay clinging onto her hair and face. His own body fed off her rage, almost as he was lost deep in mediation, feeling at ease with the elements. She pushed her mind into a deep meditative state; to take her consciousness away from this physical assault. She mentally recited each of the known constellations, seeing them in her mind and the stories behind them. Then she listed each of the various runes and glyphs over and over saying what each stood for and how they were used. She denied herself from feeling the pressure building inside her stomach. That tingling heat that was making it hard for her to breath. Her gasps brought her back and the blunt force of his invasion made her cry out. Her voice echoed throughout the cave. He was thick, and with each thrust he was pushing aside her flesh, stretching her body. The position he had her in was almost unbearable. The hard ground would make her sore later, and his weight hurt her back. She wrenched her head to the side, her legs shifting attempting to alleviate the pain. With every passing stroke her body was being pushed lower into the ground, her body snaking into the earth. With her body now horizontal to the floor, he spread his own legs and straddled her body from behind. His hands came down in front of he shoulders, his thick fingers bracing themselves into the dirt below. As he continued to thrust, her body would try to slide away, his hands prevented that. A low growl began to leave his body as his pleasure began to peek. She was worth keeping around even if it was just for this purpose. His entire body pressed into hers from behind, his member pushing against her tight walls, and contorting to the awkward but arousing position he was in. The low growl became a loud groan as he released multiple thick streams of sexual fluid into her body. His hips convulsed as he coated her insides completely. He stopped moving, but he stayed buried inside of her, waiting for the throbbing member to calm down." Ahhhhhhhh..." The sigh of satisfaction left his lips, his chest was pounding into her back as his heart and lungs raced to calm down. A hand moved to loosen the gag on her mouth, just enough to allow her to react to his next arrogant comment." Welcome to the horde human...you are now mine..." A thousand insults, curses, and even the will to spit came to her mind, but she found she had not the energy to say or do anything. Instead, she sunk deep into a welcoming oblivion which took her away from her sore body and stolen virtue. When she came to, it was very slowly. Why was her bed so hard? And why was she nude? Where was her nightdress? Slowly, bit by bit, the memories seeped into her weary mind, and she collected herself before opening her eyes lest she go into hysterics. She was still bound, but night as tightly as the night before. Her wrists were still tied behind her back, and her ankles were tightly bounded together. She felt very dirty and sore from the hard rock floor. It hurt, but she forced herself to sit up and lean her shoulder against the wall. The small campfire had died overnight and only a few dim embers proved that there had been fire. It was a bluish gray outside beyond the mouth of the cave. It was morning. . . She had slept away the rest of yesterday and through the night. Not that she blamed herself. She had been captured and raped last night and chances were that she might not live beyond this day. This was up to her Orc Master. . . She spat on the floor at the thought of him. Curse him to the Seven Hell's for what he had done to her. Her only comfort which brought her guilt had been that she wasn't the first to be used as such by them. There had been horrid stories of human women and some even women being taken as slaves and raped during the First and Second wars. And fortunately, there had never been any stories about half-breeds between the two races. At least, she won't have to expect an unwelcome guest inside her. He had risen in the morning, his lust satiated, but his hunger began to tear away at his stomach. He left the bound girl in the cave and had his wolf at guard. The steed tied to a nearby tree grazing on some nearby grasses scanning for the occasional stem of mage royal which added a sweet treat to its bland meal. This forest was filled with the stench of death and decay, no creature in this area would be suitable to eat. Shifting into a wolf he traveled against the wind towards the river where he spotted a young and hard-headed boar bull who thought it wise to travel far from his pack. The boars were deadly in large groups, but this one was to full of pride to foresee its future as a meal to a hungry orc and its wolf companion. Its death came quick and fast with a pair of fangs ripping out its throat, letting the creature bleed out. Scanning for a large branch to serve as a pike to skewer the beast, he worked quickly to return to the camp." Thank you wild spirit of the boar, for the sacrifice. One of your kinds will die so that three of us can live, I will honor you and this kill by using as much of this creature as possible." The homage to the creature was quick and natural to him, reaching for a small hatchet, he gutted the creature in front of the wolf. It immediately dug into the juicy and steaming hot entrails and organs, a person favorite treat of his. Using the hatchet he skinned the raw hide of the creature and let it dry on one of the rocks near the entrance. Scanning for some dry branches he stepped back into the cave and added them to the dying embers, blowing the fire back to life. Leaning the creature into the open fire, he added a few touches of herbs from a nearby pouch, to spice up the meal. Soon the cave was filled with the savory taste of roasting boar, his had to force himself to wait for it to cook." Are you hungry human?" He turned his attention to her, removing the bindings except the ones on her wrist. Reaching over for her dry robe, he slid it over her body. He was forced to remove the wrist restraints for a few moments, moving her hands to her front, quickly rebinding them to prevent her from channeling a spell. She felt better now, being dressed, but the smell of food did nothing for her. She was too disgusted with herself to eat at all, and she much rather take a bath. Furthermore, she pressed her shoulders against the cave wall, her head turned away. Furthermore, she didn't want to look at him. Glimpses of him brought back the horror of last night and made a whimper emit from her throat. Though she knew it was safer for her to keep her eye on him. However, she doubts she could do anything in her state even if he attacked her. She ached when she moved, and she felt weak, as if there were no bones in her legs and arms. Quote"Are you hungry human?" She found herself turning her head to look at him, her voice was so bitter, she barely recognized it as her own. "If I ate, it would only go to waste. My revulsion of what you did to me would only have me vomit if there were food in my belly." She turned her head away, pressing her cheek against the wall. She listened to him eat, his sharp teeth and tusks tearing into the meat. Outside, she could glimpse his wolf devouring its share of the boar. She inhaled and exhaled, repeatedly, not wanting to think. However, she had been taught to think, to study, to use her mind. She wondered what now? Was this Orc to kill her? No. . . If he intended to killer her, why offer her food? Then slavery, that was it then. That was to be expected. She was not his personal human pet. However, she was still a dangerous pet, all the same. As soon as her hands were freed, she would. . . . Wait, something was wrong. . . . She sat up, alert, her face paled and beads of sweat forming on her temples. Though her hands were bound, unable to channel any spell. She should still be able to feel the presences of her magic there in her mind. Her fire spells, ice spells, arcane, and conjuration had always been there as she learned them. Channel was the movement of hands, and beseeching that power in her mind, her soul, her spirit. But it was gone now. No. . . . Not quite. She closed her eyes and concentrated. It WAS there. . . But so far beyond her "touch". It was like see fruit on the other side of a wide chasm. She could "see" the fruit, but no matter how far she reached, she would never be able to "touch" it. What was wrong? What had happened to her? What did HE DO TO HER!?!? She whipped her head around, her eyes filled with hate and rage. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME YOU FILTHY BEAST!!!!!!????" Looking up from the roasted boar leg, he stared right into her soul with his piercing eyes. Ripping a chunk of flesh from the bone and chewing slowly and swallowing it down. Lowering his meal, he looked her over with a smug look." You are the one who is the filthy beast... I cleaned my mind and soul at the break of dawn human..." Ripping a piece of flesh off with his fingers, he shoved it into her mouth and covered it, eventually she would swallow it. His fingers slightly eased off so she could respond to him, but not give her enough room to spit out the chunk." Eat Human...the last thing you will do is die on me....ohh and call me beast again, and I will ravish you again and again...my name is Ferris Wolf howl, but you will simply address me as master from on!"" He took another savory bite and chewed silently, not letting his eyes stray from hers. Her reaction was normal, almost familiar to him, the same looks of despair he saw in the eyes of his orc brothers, when he sought the visions of their tormented past. It brought a grin to his face as she experienced such horrific emotions, the same that plagued his people at the end of the second war." How does it feel human, to have everything you love taken away from you, held against your will...just out of reach of freedom? She refused to answer him, and she refused to call him master. She will avoid calling him anything other than Orc or "hey you". The lump of food slide down her throat and felt like a stone in her stomach. She was surprised that she hadn't vomited as she predicted. But she did feel revulsion at his touching her again." I suppose everything you do throughout the day is fine, as long as you "cleanse" your spirit. I'm sure your soul is a clean as a lamb's wool." She spoke with a thickly sour tone. "It must excuse your people of all their wrong doings." She spat on the ground. Letting go of her and cheek he moved it to her head. Granting her a vision of what his people used to be in their home world, everything he spoke would be pictured in her mind." We were once a peaceful race human...we lived the lands our land in harmony with the spirits of our ancestors watching over us. We would happily have stayed in our world if it was not for the demons who twisted the minds of our leaders, and even seduced the offspring of Wynn. It was your kind who brought us into this world, but it was us who sold our spirits to the lust for power. No one is ever innocent...all we can do is hope that one day...we can at least live without the urge to slaughter one another..." He showed her a vision of the brown skilled ancestors, the lush green land of Drano before it died in the sundering and became the wasteland it is today. Visions of Gulden and Median plotting and using one another for their own alter motives, this was the history all orcs had to learn and accept, in order to prevent this disgraceful history from ever repeating itself." No one is innocent...we fight more than the demons of the legion, even the ones deep within us... If you close yourself off from the truth...you will never understand everything beyond what appears before your eyes, the same that refuse to see the world for what it truly is." His hands released her body as he got up and killed the fire, and stored the boar for a later snack." Live your like within the safety of walls was once a fate all orcs shared, except those who carried the true spirit of the Horde...show me your true spirit...and I might just let you go free..." "Even if it is within my spirit to want to kill you?" Ara gem whispered under her breath. She was allowed to stand and was roughly guided toward the pinto. He hefted her up onto it, binding her hands to the saddle horn, and pulled the reins with him to his wolf mount. Towing the steed behind him on mount, they headed South. They were silent throughout the journey. Many times, Ara gem thought she saw something slip between the trees, and dark eyes peering at them through the dark shades of the bushes, but they quickly pass, and she wasn't able to look twice. They soon found the road, and he turned the mounts west onto it. She pictured the map she had poured over a few nights ago, which now seem like a lifetime ago. They were heading away from Dark shire. Hopefully, he would make a mistake and stumble them across a path of guardsmen traveling the road. "One thing you will learn about the spirits, they take and go as they see fit. If it is my purpose to die by your hands then I will, if it is your purpose to be my slave until you learn your destiny...than it shall..." As they rode down the darkened path, the wind brought him the sound and smell of heap of rotting flesh. Ordering the wolf and steed off the road, they hid behind a dark and thick bush for a few moments. The horrid stitched creature ran down the road, screaming and gurgling, a small human resistance barricaded down the road. The creature plowed into it sending a human into separate pieces as it hacked down on the poor soul with its crude cleaver. The human's rallied at the death of their fellow defender, and began to push it back. Using the opportunity to escape, he ordered the wolf and horse into a neck breaking gallop out of the forest towards the green lush jungles far off in the distance. The sound of death and pain is left in the back, along with the smell of decay and rot as they approach the bright looking jungle, the animals heaving at the extreme amount of stress placed on them." Just a bit further...we will be out of alliance territory and will be given ample time to rest the both of you..." He patted his wolf and the horse keeping up stride, comforting their tired bodies. Ara gem nearly passed out at the sight of the monstrosity. She had found the orc's image revolting, but seeing that. . .Abomination. . . . Made the orc almost attractive. But only a little. She turned in the saddle, nearly toppling off if it wasn't for her wrists tied to the saddle horn. She watched the monster hack apart that poor man, and she felt a seething urge to free herself and to fight with them. A oblast to the head would surely make it disoriented and give them a chance to take out the legs. However, her hands were bound, she was on a moving mount, and her magics were beyond her mental reach. She was useless to them and the though made her shameful. They turned onto a path leading south and to her horror, she realized where they were going. Strangle thorn Vale, it wasn't alliance territory, but considered neutral territory being dominated by goblins. Was he trying to take her out of Alliance Territory? She knew that goblins were sometimes involved in the slave trade with the horde. The Alliance abhorred slavery, but the Horde practices it still. So. . . It made sense now. He was going to take her to Salvador by using the same route as she intended. However, he would be taking her to Ratchet and then through the Barrens and into Grammar. Dammit it all to the Seven Hell's. Her only chance of escape would be in Booty Bay. Hopefully, she'll see a fellow human that will help her. Surely NO human would stand to see another enslaved to an Orc. Entering the forest, he continued to push the poor animals to the nearby river. Promising them a good long rest, the sweltering heat of the jungle did not ease their hardships after the hastened escape out of Alliance territory. Following down a small trail away from the hard packed natural road that ran through the jungle, he dismounted the animals and let them move over to the river to drink. They both quickly stepped forward and began to drink their fill of the crystal clear. Pulling down on a nearby leafy branch, he made a make shift shelter of shade for them to rest under for a while. A totem placed a few yards away to warn him of any possible threats approaching them." We will let the animals rest until the evening, we will travel when the day cools." He moved the human female under the shade, moving over to the river shortly after with an empty leather skin pouch. He moved his fingers quickly and raised a small globe of pure water raise from the river, the pouch opened and letting the fluid enter it, followed by a second pouch. With the task complete, he moved over to her and took a seat next to her placing a water skin at her lap. His hands moving to hers to release one hand which would allow her to drink freely, a leash still on it in the event she tried anything brave or foolish." You must be parched as well, a body can not feed of hatred and anger...drink and eat human." The sack of roasted boar was pulled out, he took a piece himself and a bit into the toughening jerky. The sun was directly overhead, they would have a few hours of rest before making way towards the next destination. She could attempt to channel, however he would strike her down before she could so much as begin channeling, and her magic was beyond her reach anyway. She resigned herself to eat and drink. Her stomach was growling, insistent that she ate. She chewed the Jersey slowly. She wasn't used to such tough meat after years of reaching tenderly roasted food. Furthermore, she manages to swallow a mouthful after chewing for almost ten minutes. Furthermore, she watched the wolf and pinto drink from the riverside by side. Furthermore, she was surprised at the Pinto's willingness at sharing the same stream with the beast and showed no fear. He might as well be drinking with another horse. He didn't bother her. Furthermore, he remained away from her, his hand on her leash at all times. Furthermore, he was glancing between the sun and the southern direction. She wondered how much further it was now. She went over the mental map she had formed of Strangle thorn Vale. Furthermore, she guessed that they were less than halfway down the province. The path would take them all the way to Booty Bay where. . . . She swallowed, fear beginning to blossom in her breast. During her captivity, she had felt nothing but anger and disgust, but now fear was beginning to make its presence known. What was to become of her? Did he intend to keep her enslave her whole life? To never see Storm Wind again? Her home?" What happens when we get to Booty Bay?" She heard herself speak. He had dozed off in the cool shade of the sweltering jungle, his totem still acting as a ward of any hostile threats. An eye peeked open to address her question. He shut his eyes for a few more moments as he rose from his feet and looked down at the dirty human girl, he figured by now the dirt might have been causing her discomfort, noticing that she has actually eaten and drank what he head offered her earlier." We will ship out as soon as possible, rest a few days at Ratchet then move along the coast towards your destination..." He took a small bag out of a travel pack and tossed it her way as he repositioned his totem on the shore of the sandy bank and the river's edge. Channeling the spirit of earth into it, he went and took a seat again after removing the binds from her wrist, inspecting the red marks left against her creamy skin, before removing her robe and leaving her nude. She was free to use any of the contents of the bag, which contained a few sweet smelling salves and creams." Go get cleaned up human, I am sure by now the dirt on your body must be unbearable." Leaning against his old spot he stretched out his legs and reclined further down, closing his eyes to get a few more moments of rest." If you attempt to run, I will know and chase you down...don't think for a moment a nude female being chased by an orc would go unnoticed in this jungle.

WoW_ The Travelers|rating:2.0

PBP 101 - The Delian Tomb [IC]

The Delian Tomb(Kingdom of Narrowing has fallen. King Artur Grey mantle has been murdered, and Crown hall is now ruled by the vengeful dead. The noble houses rose up in bloody civil war, to pick over the corpse of the once-great nation, yet little was gained while much was lost. Many smaller baronies bore the brunt of the bloodshed in the Dukes' feuding, and now find themselves with little more than few battle weary bodies with which to guard their holdings. Elsin Keep is the seat of one such barony. Once a proud bastion of civilization amongst the lawless frontiers of Narrowing, it now struggles to maintain law within its own walls, never mind the roads outside. Yet the people who reside in the surrounding village carry on much the same, too busy eking out the survival of the moment to pay the vagaries of the future much mind. And when the day's work is done, much like anywhere else, the townsfolk retire to the local tavern, a ramshackle affair known as the Laden Mule... It was early evening, and the Laden Mule was a little emptier than usual. A cold wind had been blowing off the moors all day, keeping many folks inside. Still, for those willing to brave the elements there was warm food and a mug of ale waiting. Merrick, a stout man with thinning gray hair, quietly minded the bar, though he kept a keen eye out for any patron whose tankard might run dry. The tables were rough wood, and the chairs complained under the weight of the average patron, but it was still the best inn in town, on account of being the only inn in town. Apart from the howling wind and the chatting of the patrons, though, the place was quiet; Merrick was a bit too tight-fisted to hire any regular entertainers. Nevertheless, the inn had its fair share of customers tonight, a few of whom were more notable than most... A newcomer in black clothes was the origin of most of tonight's activity. He didn't necessarily cause a ruckus, but his constant stories he promptly boasted about weren’t that pleasant either. At every sip of his lukewarm beer his laughter and speaking volume increased. But the tavern didn't have that many customers and at least this capped stranger payed up quite a sum to indulge in alcoholism. So, he gladly continued as no one protested and some even decided to join him at his table. He sat there in the corner of the pub. His trusty sword was next to him as was his shield. He never parted from them, his shield would protect the innocent and his sword would punish all who did wrong. Sitting in a corner also had some advantages, he could overlook the entire in and would see all dangers coming. He had 2 walls next to him with a possible threat couldn't come from so he was at ease. A guy in black clothes was making a lot of noise, but that was because he had a drink too much. As long as he didn't bother him he wouldn't intervene. He just wanted a peaceful drink and go to bed. When Doomsayer entered the Inn he wanted to pay for his room, but the bartender wouldn't let him. He saw that Doomsayer was a Paladin from the Sacred Order. And he knew when a Paladin was a customer in an Inn nobody would try to do anything wrong because otherwise, he would intervene. So the bartender offered him to stay at the Inn for free. As he overlooked the Inn he could see the drunk in black clothes and 2 other people at the table with him a dwarf and another human. He could tell by the clothes the Dwarf was wearing that he was a cleric. Doomsayer leaned back and took another look at his sword and his shield both in an arms reach. "Evening Merrick." Her voice was soft, and cheerful. Refined, but spunky. Any who heard her could tell she was of noble birth, but that she also rebelled against the expected stiffness of her noble birth. She moved with a certain confidence and grace; and yet still playful. "Quiet today." She noted and then moved through the small crowd. Smiling brightly and returning the greetings of the patrons she recognized, laughing occasionally when they mentioned something funny to her. Being a local noble, though not so haughty as all that, she often spent her time here at the only inn in town; keeping her finger on the pulse of the people. Besides, she'd made friends here with the commoners. Tonight, she had planned to play cards with an old friend of hers. She made her way back to the usual table, but there was someone boasting about the war stories. She sat down initially, enjoying his stories. But the drunker he got, the more outlandish and loud his tales grew. It started to repulse her. So she took her leave. That's when she noticed a paladin in the corner. A genuine paladin of the sacred order! She'd heard of them, but she'd never met one. She watched him for a moment, noticing his calculating eyes as he looked over the room like he was everyone's protector. Or perhaps judging them. She turned a beat red wondering if he could detect any impurities in her soul or any wicked things she'd done. No. There's no way. They can't do that. The red evaporated almost as quickly as it came, and she made her way over to meet the paladin near the fire. Approaching him, her posture changed slightly; every little tidbit she learned from her mother on how to act as a noble lady ought to flashing through her mind. She was better off acting like a noble in front of paladin than her usual playful self. She non-nonchalantly, inquired, "So, what brings a paladin of the sacred order to this dull corner of the world?" She took a seat, sitting upright and stiff as a noble ought to sit. A set of scruffy eyebrows crunched from effort. The iffy, puffy hair of the brow crunched together formed like a second set of mustache in the wide, thick forehead of a very concentrated dwarf. His forehead was like a miniature explanation from him: thick, wide, and rather short, framed by fluffy, scruffy and thick hair. Two beady bright eyes were fixed in his calloused, rough (and whatnot stubby) palms. He recalculated, re-evaluated, recalculated once more and came in a conclusion: he was definitely not happy in the quality of the copper coin he had received as change. "This is a sacrilege.", his mustache-of-a-brow wobbled in the rhythm of the mustache veiling his upper lip. He was the kind of dwarf whose mouth was seemed as a mystery: it was presumably a hole somewhere beneath all the beard. The two dots beneath his thick brow darted at the intoxicated blabbered sitting at the far other end of the round table. Each time Pelvic heard his slurring slips spew out something that sounded valuable, he couldn't help but to check if something valuable had indeed appeared from the boasters mouth. He surely had a big enough mouth for someone whom should be nested in the warm safety of mother's arm. Humans left home way too early, Pelvic had always said. Most of the issues in the human domain were a direct causality from sending kids into the cold world way too young. Men in that age couldn't appreciate the precious little things right beneath their noses, but always had their eyes in the horizon, dreaming from way bigger treasures. Only the ripe and old enough to be blessed with wisdom could appreciate the small miracles beneath their feet. Men had their heads in clouds and eyes in the horizon, blinded by the speed of their short lives. Peilr knew the other side of the coin as well: men accused that dwarves had their battered noses beneath their two legs and could never appreciate a proper view. And that, if you asked Pair from, was point of view question, and wittily added, that men didn't understand thescaleof things. Peilr Forehands himself left home in the fresh age of fifty, and some dwarves thought that he was still too green to see the world. That felt like two eye blinks ago, even though many summers and winters had passed since he left his cozy mountain and traveled to see the wealth of the world." Hraumph.", he coughed like two stones cracking in a distant valley, and carefully put the coins into a small leathery pouch. The leather pouch was attached with the tiniest of chains into the thick belt orbiting the dwarf's venerable middle-area like a rim of a barrel. A hefty Warhammer hung next to the pouch of coins, as a polite reminder for pickpockets, thieves and all the others who could be tempted with an act of disrespecting someone else's right for *very personal* property. As the attention span of the chain-mailed cleric finally had enough capacity to take note of the surroundings, the human female that had entered the table had already left, but the black dressed young ling still kept going with his stories. Pair's stubby fingers reached for the mug of ale. The mug arose to meet the thick beard, but just as he readied for a sip, two things happened. The young ling mentioned "gold", causing the dwarf's eyes pop into the mouth that had mentioned such a beautiful word. His head craned towards the black dressed man. And right after, someone mentioned "Sacred Order", and once more the beady eyes rushed nervously into the other end of their sockets. Peilr craned in his chair to take a glance at the noble girl, and the paladin cramped in the corner. A sacred man hiding in the dim corner. He couldn't quite see the sigil of the paladin, usually stamped somewhere in the shield for all the evil to witness before the inevitable slam, but Pair reckoned him to serve the same cause as he did: Order, prosperity, security (and wealth) of the region. A good man in the proper place, the dwarf mused. The storyteller seemed to gained second place in the attention race for the girl, the dwarf mused. He muffled a Hume of a laughter that vibrated through his beard, mustache and brow all alike. He puckered his lips (under his beard that is) and craned his whole short body back to take that long craved quaff from the nice andgoldenale. Even though the realms were in chaos, the roads were unsafe and filled with peril, this was a good night. And the perfect mug of ale, also perfectly haggled, which made it all the better. The dwarf smooched his lips in anticipation of the first quaff. Tim continued his babbling, though almost ineligible a point, words flowing out of his mouth like vomit, what he was about to eject from himself not long from now. Stepping on the thick roughly carved tables now, his since of vision, smell and well... every other fences including the since of balance where slowly fading away. This is the best feeling according to him, that feeling of numbness in your body as well as in your soul, laying it to rest and forgetting worries. That was the reason for men and especially him to drink tonight, although he was not sure what he was supposed to forget. This may also very be because he is very young, already feeling droopy after two mere little pints of beer. At this age one doesn't really drink for the taste of it, but for the deals of it, and quickly becomes incapable by doing so. And what he felt was wonderful, even when falling face down on the hard wooden-paved floor in a big and comic well-timed thud, making the local furniture around him move just so very slightly under the sheer height of his lawbreaking drop. A tiny fraction of the people present were worried about him, in the end he was still a boy... but quickly turned back to their squabbles in an eye-rolling motion as they hear the laugh of a happy drunkard. But his euphoric glee was cut short by an upcoming and disastrous event in his suffering stomach. He rapidly stands up, stiff as a plank, and runs up in a tumbling manner to the nearest exit where he swiftly throws up (no two ways about it). Luckily in his random aiming he managed to not drop any of the regurgitated beer and other unidentifiable filth on the tavern's floor, that would have been the end of him for sure. In the end all he was a disturbance, a rather common designation for many people out in an unbelievably cruel world. And who can blame him for being just that, a nuisance, for at least he is happy, and isn't that what life's quest is all ago~Anand that black-caped little lucky devil is back again at the front door. Believing himself completely renovated he dares to announce :"Anyone up for a card-game ? Bets included of course !" His face is now more clearly visible under his black cap, apart from his livid tone that betrays his still-drunkenness, his toothy grin reveals a golden tooth amidst the others, miraculously intact given the previous fall. Doomsayer overlooked the place and saw the young noblewoman leaving the table. Who could blame her, this young man who was clearly too drunk to even stand on his feet was making it way too bold. The dwarf didn't mind at all he was probably laughing on the inside seeing the human that couldn't hold his drink. Dwarfs were known for their capacity to drink large amounts of ale and that was the ale they brew themselves. This ale that humans brew probably tasted like piss for them. He did notice that the dwarf was a holy man, a cleric. "Another holy man" he thought to himself. The young noble came to his table and pulled a chair away. At that very moment, he stood up. Whenever a woman enters a table a man should stand up to respect her. It didn't matter if it was a noblewoman or just a simple farm girl every woman would be treated with the same respect as it were your own mother. The woman who would give her life to protect you. That why all women should be treated with the utmost respect. As the woman sat down Doomsayer looked at her and waited till she was seated, it was then when she was fully seated that he sat back on his chair. He looked at her with his clear blue eyes, his face freshly shaven from the night before. With didn't happen a lot. Since most of the time, he was on the road and only got a shave when he was in a bigger town. So most of the time his face was covered with a stubble or when he was on a long journey he even grew a beard. But not tonight. The beard did have the advantage of covering up a big scar which was running from under his left eye to is left bottom jaw. He was lucky to not lose his eye in that fight, it did come close, but the evil entity isn't alive anymore to tell anyone. It was his first fight when he got that scar, and it would remind him for the rest of his life that evil lurks around every corner. But since that day he had a lot of training, and he could sense evil from 60 feet away. No evil would have the chance to attack him unnoticed now he would be prepared." I go where The Light guides me" he answered the young noble woman's question. "I have taken an oath to protect the innocent with my shield, to fight off all evil in this world with my sword for those who can't" while he said that, the man dressed in black and was too drunk for his own sake stumbled outside to probably go puke. Doomsayer didn't give him the light of day. "If you don't know your own limits you won't get any pity from me" he said silently while observing the young man in black. He turned his head to the young woman and started talking again. "After the big war and what I have seen on the battlefield, I swore to protect mankind from all forms of evil. I joined the Sacred Order and after vigorous training, I was sent out to eradicate all evil from this world and protect the innocent." He looked at her and smiled. (typically gruff demeanor had taken a turn for the surly this evening. Between the bumbling drunk, the paladin who wasn't paying, and the dwarf who was "too good" for a common man's coppers, the innkeeper had just about had his fill of quirky characters for the night. At least the drunk managed to make it outside, rather than make a mess of the floors. Still..." Oi, you're cut off boy," the barkeep called. "And you're lucky I leave it at that. Your father's ham slicer can only buy so much goodwill around these parts!" That wasn't entirely true. The ham-slicing device had revolutionized Merrick's business, saving him hours of work. In idle moments he wondered if it could slice other meats like roast beef or lamb, but worried that such experimentation might damage the intricate machinery. Warning issued, he turned his attention to the other three "notable" patrons gathered around the table. He would never speak ill of Lady Thorn—her earnest nature warmed the cockles of even Merrick's stony heart—he just hoped she wasn't falling in with the wrong crowd. The barkeep's reverie was interrupted, however, when the door swung open with a heavy crash. A man stumbled in, his hair a matted, windswept mess, his fine clothes slicked with rain and sweat. "Goblins!" he gasped, staggering forward a few paces, before collapsing at Cynthia's feet. "On the road! Ambushed my wagon... Took my daughter, Aria! Please... You must help!" The man seemed almost delirious with terror and exhaustion, his wide eyes darting frantically from one face to the next. The dark haired girl smiled as she listened to the paladin; her smile curving into a playful smirk as he mentioned the light guiding him, "So should I be worried? Are you often led where you are most needed?" She waved her hand, dismissively; but even if this there was elegance in her movements, "He was interesting for a time. He spoke tales of wild adventures. Good deeds. You may have been proud. But... as the ale kept coming to the table, his head started drifting towards the floor." One of her shoulders raised in a shrug--as though there was nothing else for her to do, but seek other company. "The dwarf was also interesting. Though he seems a bit of a cynic. I suppose such comes from a long life of seeing the best and the worst of the world." Her attention was quickly drawn away from the paladin as a man burst into the door. She recognized him! He was one of the local farmers." Jonathan!" She ran to him, trying to guide him to an empty chair; he was clearly in shock. "Where? Which way did they go?" She turned back to look to the paladin for help; but he was already there. She should have known he would respond to such distress quickly. What surprised her, though, were the others that were gathered around. "This man is a paladin of the sacred order. Slaying evil and rescuing women and children is kind of his job." She said, hoping to calm the man down a bit--so that he could at least offer a solid lead on where the goblins may have gone. "There are other adventurers here too tonight; I don't think you need to be concerned, Jonathan. Those goblins chose the wrong day to attack." She turned to look to the others; the more experienced adventurers she'd met that evening. A hopeful look on her face; an unspoken pleading--asking if they'll be able to help. The heavy sound of a wooden pint crashing against a solid table vibrated through the tavern. It was a like crack of thunder after ominous news, or in this case, a statement made after a plea of aid. A figure arose from amidst those who were paralyzed by fear, or nonchalant against someone else's problems. The statement claimed echoed as a sigh of relief from the latter, and as a "shock" for the former. Except that the figure didn't rise quite high. The tip of a fuzzy-haired head jarred slightly taller than the chair. The hairy cousin of a beer-barrel wiped his mouth with a long drag of his sleeve, and then inhaled like a bolstering balloon." Per'has!", it claimed with a thick, almost rudely stereotypical accent. "I always tend ta take a wagon-assault a wee bit too peers'ally: but snatchin' and catchin' small human tally waggles: but they' being goblin's be only a mere bonus for their sins! So fear not, I mind yes! I'd beg 'em to considerthisas my for-a-mostly last warnin' of crossin' ta last line!", a heavy Warhammer rose significantly higher than the dwarf's fuzzy hair. Coarse hands squeezed at the handle, and he waggled his weapon for all to see what he meant. "So let me at 'em! Point ta bloody wee at 'em 'n ya wagon, and by Moran's heavy hand aye'll teach 'em to stay in the filthy slag-pits that belong in!" The swung door surprised Tim in a way that he leapt instinctively a few meters directly to the opposite direction, signaling his scare in an unmade (yes the opposite of male)” Week” followed by a “What the ?” when checking what pushed him to such a ridicule reaction. Luckily no one cared about his reaction as the panicked man spewed his panic to anyone willing to do anything about it. As he thought, every battle-able soul had to make their obligatory little comment and act on the matter. Funny how it is only the heroes that boast their readiness to defend the defenseless he thought. His detestable detachment of the situation translated well in his demeanor and facial expression. He huffed and calmly left the building, waiting for the best possible moment to say “what are we waiting for?”. He praised himself on his unwillingness to pointlessly chit-chat before action and what he liked most was interrupting a bad guy in his monologue, just thinking about it made him laugh. And what about information ? Would ask an annoying voice in his head. Firstly goblins aren’t really the most discreet beings, for him at least, and secondly he doesn’t ask, but he does listen. All that to say there he was, having an internal dialogue under the pouring rain, waiting for fellow “danger-bravery” to finally exit the darn tavern. While sitting on his chair, a man stumbled into the tavern. He couldn't stand up straight and there was obviously something wrong with him. A few seconds later he heard the words "Goblins, ambushed my wagon, took my daughter'. A sense of adrenaline coursed through his veins, heightening his senses. "So this is why The Light guided me to this place tonight" he mumbled between his teeth with a grim on his face. The prospect of slaying Goblins and rescuing an innocent girl made him smile. This is what he has been trained for. Without the least hesitation, he stood upright, in his left hand his shield and in his right hand his trustworthy sword. He walked over to the man in distress. He looked down at him put his sword on his back and reached for his hand. "My name is Doomsayer I am a Paladin of the Sacred Order you have my shield and my sword as your ally, point me in the right direction and I will wield them to strike terror in the hearts of those Goblins. I will do anything in my power to bring back your daughter safe and well so as The Light guides me"While reaching out his hand he heard the Dwarf make a similar statement and also the drunk man in black was eager for adventure, he was already outside waiting... in the rain. And then there was the noblewoman who was also itching to go. Doomglazer looked at her "The Light guided me here tonight to help this man" and then he looked back at the man with his arm still stretched out. ("Oh, thank you, Lady Thorn! Thank you, all of you," Jonathan said. Merrick approached with a mug of water, and helped the farmer into a chair. The haggard man took a shaky sip before continuing. "My wagon was attacked an hours' walk down the main road to the keep, on the edge of the moors, before retreating back across the hills to the east. Please, find my daughter and I will see that you are well rewarded." As Cynthia knew, Jonathan owned the largest, most prosperous farm in the lands surrounding Elgin keep, and with his growing fortunes had begun to dabble in more mercantile endeavors, a rare sign of growth and healing in the tumultuous days following the War. Outside, the wind continued to howl, and the rain drummed heavily on the roof of the Laden Mule. Equip: All Armor(some quick rummaging through a heavy backpack, Pelvic Forehands coughed out a snort." Goblins! Gone wee too far - green skins, for wee too little's been done. The Baron's, the Duke, they have forgotten to reed the weed in their search for a peers'o'Neil garden of treasure! But, there be a sayin':"It's Na used to cry in the been (rain)"- RO(a)ODs left unchecked by men busy squabbling over who be than ext big man, but be there anything ta' govern' soon!", Forehands shook and twitched that majestically thick beard of his. He slammed a simple, two horned helmets on his head. Mounting his backpack (or the backpack mounting on the dwarf), he slammed the sturdy fist of his against the wooden shield, adorned by an emblazoned with a holy, radiant mace in the middle of it." Tha goblin' breed like rats. Each summer, each winter, remind ye, must reading be done, or they weeds go wild - and this is whey' happen' when no reedin' be done!.", a sturdy Warhammer rose to rest against Pelvic's broad shoulder. Two clear eyes fixated on Jonathan, Merrick, thePaladinand finally Cynthia. "Goblin's be cowards, and fight like cowards. They ambush, they hide after, runnin' cowards!.", the dwarf least closer to Merrick with a conspirator lean. "They hide, wash they'selves under rock beforegoldrise- ERM, sunrise pardon me - like filth hidin' from a lazy maiden's broom. Tha be lazy, can't build, can't contribute ta' anyone anythin', unproductive like two halflings next ta' a warm anvil! But don't ye worry now.", Pelvic Forehands stretched his deft fingers around the shaft of the Warhammer." Always trust a dwarf when dealin' with vermin under stone! I GU-a-ran-theethee that ya' coin be goin' for they' right address, there's no cave-business like a-dwarf-in-a-cave-business. Wee'l bring back ya gal. So they goblins be hidin' not under been (rain) and clouds above ground, but underground. A cave - a tomb - a mine. Any of ya' happen' ta know any crevasses unneeded at they' hills?" Several of the patrons in the tavern lifted a mug to Pair's speech, agreeing it was a fine speech, even if they weren't entirely sure what he just said. Exempted from this general cheer, however, was Toby Hot fingers, halfling blacksmith, who glowered at the dwarf. Cynthia smiled at the dwarf's speech and lays a hand on Jonathan's upper arm. Her soothing demeanor hopefully comforting him." See, Jonathan, you needn't fear; there are good people in the tavern tonight. I have no doubt they'll be able to rescue Aria." With that she looked to the others." Well gentlemen, it seems we have a bit of a run ahead of us." She'd smirk playfully,"I hope you can all keep up." With that, the noble girl turned for the door and headed out into the cool, windy night. The hooded rogue was slumped against the tavern outside wall, his arm crossed, listening to the diverse commotions inside. He did quite a pronounced huff when the Dwarf did his rather longish speed in his very pronounced accent. Like he predicted one had the wonderful idea to do a detailed monologue to a bunch of illiterate farmers. He was on the verge of bursting out laughing when the local peasantry cheered to something they clearly did not understand, but just ended up awkwardly nose-exhaling. When the noble girl showed her pretty face outside he let out an "Ah finally" and peeped his own inside again, pronouncing his planned "What are we waiting for !?" in a hidden unenthusiastic tone. "Oh are you coming?" The noble girl asks with a posh, but playful tone." Are you sober enough?" She smirks, as though judgmental, but the sparkle in her eyes betrays her playfulness. "Nope !" Tim responds after a small burp that betrays his after-drunk state, already betrayed by the livid tone." But thee green skins ain't no match for my wee LI'LE the'ERS"He said mockingly imitating the dwarf's accent. Equip all ArmorDoomglazer looked around the Inn and noticed all the heroes were heading outside. He gave Jonathan a nod, took up his shield and his long sword and also headed outside. In full body armor and equipped with his weapon and shield he was a force to be reckoned with. Opening the front door he saw the noble girl and the drunk talking to each other. " I hope once we reach the Goblins' hideout you sobered up or by the Light I will make you sober. There is no time for jokes, we need to rescue a girl and crack some goblin skulls." He looked towards the 2 "And my name is Doomsayer."" Lady you from around this place do you have any clue where those green skins could be hiding out?'" Pelvic Forehands took his time bowing for the cheering crowd, nearly touching his thick boots with each lean. So did the cleric beam out from Laden Mule, his chest swollen with pride, head held up high (*snicker* well, not really). Quote "But thee green skins ain't no match for my wee LI'LE the'ERS"A bucket growing a thicket of a thick beard stood in the middle of the door, and simply stared at the agitator. A rush of warmth gushing deep within the bowels of his gut. The warmth crackled in his chest, and the dwarf had to swallow to quench the fire in his throat. This drunk whelp tried to roast a dragon with a tinderbox." Makin' fun o' me, well? Ta wee aye talk be funny ta-ya? I git it, I git it: ya be wasted for' drinkin' they'two cups'o carrot-juice, ya even have chest-hair bushed out yet, pro'a'fly meet ya ass feel bi"er than an ais-giant's ball shack. I let it slip, just'is once.", the thicket of hair glared upwards. Rain clattered against his horned helmet. Two beads of eyes stared upwards and searched for the reshape. It was round. He kept his eyes peeled on the thief and raised one finger from the grip holding his shaft. "Now ya keep yer mouth star"ed while ya'till had kneecaps and both of yer butt plugs in'act: Aye 'am Pelvic Forehands. A clerk, Paladin. Wi' bi search'ING for a mound, a tomb or amine, no'far for rood. Goblin's don'twander far under bare-sky. We ought hurry, they leg'o'mine ain't no sprinters. Wii have a gal to find." Tim's aim wasn't to be caught, obviously that was a failed mission. Strange...most of the time he is careful by being silent when making fun of someone, but then again this isn't most times. The trampling barrel of a dwarf was right on three points: he couldn't handle alcohol to well, indeed he had blossoming chest hairs, and he was cockier than a rooster having blue-balls. And he was proud of all three. Who wouldn't want to feel the "advantages" of strong beverages right away? Anyway, he remained noiseless during the lesson Zelig gave him. He may be cocky, but he wasn't stupid, upsetting a dwarf was the last thing he would want to do right now. Maybe another time, but a lady in distress was just waiting to be saved by a handsome rogue." Our dwarfish friend is right on that point, let's hurry already you bunch of wannabe adventurers!" He then ran towards the attacked cart with quite some haste. The miserable weather made for equally miserable trudging along the muddy road, but just as Jonathan had said, the cart was found roughly an hour's walk beyond the walls of Elgin Keep. The cart's various goods were strewn about, sacks of grain torn and scattered, bags of sheep' wool ripped open like overstuffed pillows. While the cart was obviously horse-drawn, there was no sign of a draft horse anywhere, save for a small green body sprawled around the torn harnesses, a hoof-print stamped into its face. The first thing Tim did when finally arriving at the scene was carefully observed the situation as to see if anything the least bit valuable was still to rummage. The fact that his boots were hidden under 3lbs of mud, that he was soaked to the bone and that a woman was maybe in mortal danger didn't stop him in any way in his quest for valuables. As Tim found just the bare necessary to not be annoyed by the lack of riches, he couldn't believe his eyes as he squinted to read the drowned parchment." A...a bootleg, a pecking bootleg !? Those little basters ! Who dared to sell my plans to those green whore sons !?" He yelled in a mix of fury and despair, on is knees, defeated under the deafening weather. The rain was still falling out of the heavens, it seemed like the Gods needed the cleanse this place with all that water. Doomglazer arrived at the scene not much later than the rest. In full body armor and a shield and sword, he wasn't the quickest member of the team. Opening the visor of his helm he looked around and saw the green body on the road "Mmm, that green thing had an unfortunate encounter with the horse, good for the horse or otherwise the poor thing would probably serve as dinner. As Doomsayer came closer he went over to Tim put himself in front of him and looked down on him. "You can yell all you want and cry like a little child who's toys were just taken by an older one, but that won't help you. The best thing you can do is take the anger and furry you have and put away in a little box inside yourself. And when the times comes open the box and unleash that fury upon the green ones, that will benefit you more than crying like a little bitch in the rain" Doomsayer put out his hand waiting for Tim to grab it so he could be pulled up. Trailing few paces behind the paladin, Pelvic Forehands sloughed through the downpour. Adequately-long-enough-legs, thank you!, plowed a heavy trail in to the mud. A thick head covered in a thick helmet rattled under the heavy bombardment of rain drops, and long was the high morale brought by a warm hearth and good ale. Thankfully there was something positive on the site too." Looks like they gob'er had some wee fancy legwork, ya keen?", Pelvic rested his adequately-long-enough-shape on his well-sized Warhammer. His beard nudged in a soundless laughter, a smirk for a dwarf. The heavy head of the weapon sunk in the slouch, and Forehands pointed an armored stub of a thick finger on the body. "They geezer off'ta put a big on it. Oi - ye all might think that 'tit been ta stomp ta would stop all'they horsin' around'. This' be one of the rare cases where a kick in they face actually made an improvement, ye keen?" The dwarf gave himself a few good, well deserved strokes on the thicket of a beard while savoring the bright sight radiant against the dull a miserable sight of a civilization amiss: a heavy loss for the town, a heavy loss for a father, and an unfortunate gain for the green-skinned filth. Pelgir glanced at the distant moors, misted beyond the pouring rain. The Paladin did a good job showing the kid what a proper backbone looked like. "They paladin's right, ya know lad. Don't worry, this' group has some proper change to PAE for'they goblin's, alright. It's paper that hings sought - it's bloody iron what they'll find!", he shook his Warhammer in the rain as a sing of a grim omen for the moors, but mostly to shake off all the mud from his weapon. It would be extremely rude to refuse the put out hand of this canned remnant of past wars, thus extremely tempting. A part of him wanted to just get up and say something smug, and another part wanted to unleash that so-called "tiny-box" into a friendly and frankly unwinnable feud. But in the end he listened to that biter-sweet voice in his head called reason, much to his displease. A miracle he was able to make it out alive for the number of times in his short life he listened to pure instinct instead. And so he got up to be part of a beautiful display of comradeship, the faces of both adventurers glistening in the down strum unleashed by god or whoever, eye-contacting each other in an oddly erotic brief moment." You mind if I use a part of that tiny box ?" Without admitting it he really liked that metaphor. He then proceeded to grab the leg of the smashed pathetic creature and yanked it in the decor, decorating the road and himself in goblin brains." Time to track some goblin tracks !" He said while advancing towards the cart, his hand in a rubbing motion. The recent rains hand left the ground soft and muddy, and the goblins had not been subtle in their retreat from the wagon. There was barren, muddy swath cut through the short grass, where it looked like someone or something had been dragged across the soft earth. The trail wandered north, across the hills. As the party followed the trail, darkness began to fall. The chill of the rain began to cut deeper, sinking to the bone and testing the mettle of all travelers this night. Just enough light remained, however, to see a silhouette atop the highest hill. As they drew closer to the base of the hill, the silhouette resolved into a small stone structure, its entrance flanked by a pair of weathered griffon statues. At the feet of these stone sentinels, there was a flicker of indistinct movement and the sound of two voices bickering heatedly in goblin. OoCDue to the cold weather, I need a DC 10 Constitution Saving Throw. Those who fail will take a level of exhaustion until they can warm up. Until this level of exhaustion is removed, you will take disadvantage on all Ability Checks (this primarily means skill checks. It doesn't affect attacks or saving throws, unless you take further levels of fatigue). The frigid air and rain penetrated Doomsayers armor and skin, chilling his blood, sinking into the marrow of his bones. Doomglazer whispered "finally we found those bastards, the rain and the cold are getting the best of me" he looked back and saw the other members of this little rescue party behind him." The best we can do is wait here till the veil of darkness covers the land and wait for them to sleep. Then we can ambush them and ask where they took the Lady""Or we can barge in weapons swinging and knock the answer out of them, either way we need to decide fast because I'm getting cold and I need to warm myself up" looked at the other party members with his visor up. He was hoping for the second option. That way his muscles would get some warming up, and he didn't have to wait till the sun has set completely making him even colder. And they could start a campfire warming up everybody, also giving everybody the chance to rest a bit for the journey to come.

PBP 101 - The Delian Tomb [IC]|rating:4.0

_Family Reunions Suck_ (closed)

"Family Reunions Suck" closed​Cassie had always hated the Taylor Family reunions. Always! First, she'd always been so shy around people she didn't know well, and -- despite being family -- she didn't know most of these people at all. Her immediate family -- her parents, her fraternal-twin sister, and she herself -- lived more than a thousand miles from where most of the rest of the family lived; she only ever saw most of the others at the summer reunion -- as she would be doing this weekend -- or at the annual holiday get-together that rotated between Thanksgiving and Christmas. She and her immediate family had arrived here at her grandparents ranch more than 3 hours ago, and still she'd only spoken to half a dozen people; even then, it had been little more than exchanging greetings and responding to the obligatory Look how much you've grownorLook how beautiful you are compliments. That last one -- about being a beautiful girl -- was very relevant to the second reason Cassie had always hated the get-togethers: she'd never considered herself beautiful. For most of her life, she'd hated her body. She'd always been skinny with arms and legs that looked too long for her scrawny body. Her affair with pimples began even before her teens did. She'd had crooked teeth for which she's worn braces and that god-awful headgear. Even when she reached puberty, Cassie's body retained the shape of stick. While the other girls weregrowingboobs and seeing their hips widen to give them hourglass figures, Cassie had the curves of a quarter mile drag strip ... and if you've ever been to the drags, youknowthat there ain't no curves! But luckily for her, things were'a changin'. Her skin had dried up, her braces had come off, and her body had exploded in curves; the drag strip had been replaced by a Grand Prix track. No one in the extended family knew this, though; Cassie had missed the last two reunions, one because she'd been down due to food poisoning, the other because she attended a late summer band camp. When she arrived, Cassie was very quick to notice how people -- family members and their non-related guests alike -- looked at her delicious, firm, long-legged, 34C-24-32 body. Her shyness had faded like her pimples, so she'd been more interactive with the others. And even with the number of dark glasses hiding eyes, it was pretty obvious to Cassie that the gazes were on her breasts and the nipples that tended to present themselves well through the cloth of whatever she was wearing at the time. The first day of the reunion had been dominated by greetings and discussions about events from high school and plans for college and -- of course -- whether there had been boyfriends or was one now. Without mentioning that she'd recently lost her virginity to a long time classmate in a case of friends with benefitsmeetscan't go off to college a virgin, Cassie said only that she'd had a boyfriend her senior year, but it hadn't been that serious. One of Cassie's more progressive Aunts, Mary, leaned in close at one point and asked in whisper, "Or maybe a girlfriend?" Cassie had known for years that Mary was aclosetedlesbian, the onlyknowngay in the family, though, certainly there were others. It didn't surprise Cassie at all that Mary had been the one who asked the question. Cassie had only giggled, blushed, and said, "No, not one of those either." Even around the huge bonfire, Cassie caught grown men and teenage boys -- most but not all relatives of one sort or another -- ogling her curves as the light of the flames danced upon them. Cassie went Marianne as the celebration was breaking up and people were heading for their tents, campers, and canopies and asked her about all the attention." Enjoy it, girl, it's harmless," Mary told her. Then, looking about to ensure no one was eavesdropping, the decade and a half older woman told her, "To be honest, there's a couple'a women here I'd get naked with if given the chance, blood or not."" But they'rerelatedto you!" Cassie said with shock. Mary only laughed and hugged her niece tightly before turning her toward the assembled tents, saying, "You've got a lot to learn about being a woman, Cassie." The almost 19-year-old hadn't understood her aunt's claim, but thoughts of sex -- particularly with some of the men she'd seen eying her this day -- kept her from getting to sleep for quite a while. She was supposed to share her tent with her sister tonight, but Sammie had taken her sleeping bag to one of her favorite cousin's enclosures instead. That turned out fortunate for Cassie, who slipped a hand down into her panties and drove herself to orgasm with the fingers of that one while the fingers of the other held a pillow to her face in the hopes of hiding her soft cries of ecstasy. The next morning found Cassie viewing some of her male family members differently. Mary had caused the girl to begin seriously fantasizing being wit hone of the men or boys that family convention dictated as being taboo targets for the lust that was causing her a serious issue. She spent the day moving from one activity to another, one group of people to another ... and no matter where she went and with whom she was speaking, laughing, talking, gaming, or whatever, she couldn't get her aunt's words out of her brain. Oneboyhad, indeed, caught Cassie's attention, and she found herself looking for him often as the day progressed. His name was Henry, he had recently turned 18 Cassie learned, he was shy like she had been so much of her life, and he was beautiful; handsome face, fit body, and -- because she'd been ogling -- seemingly well-endowed down yonder within the shorts he'd been wearing. On a couple of occasions, Cassie had interjected herself into the activities in which Henry was involved to be closer to him. They had talked only briefly a couple of times; greetings anyhow are thingsandwhere ya goin' to college next year kind of stuff. They hadn't really had a real conversation, though, as there were always so many other kids and young adults around, getting in the way. Then, the greatest of breaks came Cassie's way. A bunch of people were down by the river's edge, loading up in boats to float a couple of miles down to a landing where some trucks would pick them up and bring them back. As everyone was loading up, Cassie quietly suggested to Henry as she indicated one of the inflatable, two-man boats, "Want to go with me?" She was delighted when he said yes. They helped some of the younger kids into their own boats and ended up being the last two not already making their way down the river. As Cassie -- standing in high-on-her-thigh's deep water tried to load up in the inflatable, she lost control of the boat and fell into the water, clear up to her neck. She popped back up from the chilly fluid, crying out in shock as she turned to Henry." Oh my God! That's cold!" Cassie proclaimed. She caught exactly where the slightly younger man's gaze was set and smiled, surprisingly pleased at her cousin's reaction to her wet-tee-shirt-winning-entry. "Help me into the boat, okay?" Henry always hated these family reunions that his family had every year and this year was no different. Being pulled away from his video games, and porn, to spend time and socialize with distant relatives from his family that he would see again until the next family reunion. Having just turned eighteen a couple of weeks ago his hormones have been raging, and he’s been watching a lot of porn. He didn’t mind being outdoors he actually liked nature. He was rather quiet and shy, an introvert so he had difficulty socializing with people.“Want to go with me?” Henry turned to see his cousin Cassie standing there motioning towards an inflatable two-person boat. Henry nodded his head because he figured he could use an alternative to be OMG stuck on a boat with too many of his family members. When Cassie fell into the water Henry couldn’t help but laugh at her clumsiness. When she popped back up he froze and his eyes were locked on her breast that were shown off from her wet top. When she fell it caused some water to splash into his shorts causing them to cling to his body showing off the outline of his well-endowed manhood. Walking through the cool water he approached Cassie and grabbed her hips and lifted her up onto the boat. Once she settled into her spot he climbed in behind her. Henry settled in behind Cassie. “Alright you are good?” He asked Cassie couldn't help but draw a bit of an excited breath at the feel of Henry's hands upon her hips; this, of course, caused her breasts to swell before his eyes, orbs that were instantly drawn to her own orbs. She giggled as he basically threw her up into the boat; she almost fell over the other side of it again, but managed to scramble into it, turning to lay against itssternend." I'm good," Cassie responded to Henry's question about whether she was alright. "Jump in. We'll catch up to the others." Of course, she had no desire to catch up with the other boats. Cassie already knew that she wanted to be alone with her cousin ... even though he washer cousin. She'd of course noticed how good-looking he was the night before around the bonfire and other times that she happened upon him. But today, when the temperature suddenly soared, and he took his shirt off, leaving him in no more than his shorts and a simple pair of running shoes suitable for water play, Cassie realized that Henry was wonderfully fit as well. Oh, he wasn't a male model from some Speed advertisement or anything like that. He wasn'ttbulgingmuscular. But he was neither fat nor flimsy either, as Cassie would have expected from a computer nerd. That was how she'd heard him described by one of the other cousins who knew him better. Henry's arms and legs were well-defined Cassie had seen already, and now with his shirt off under the warming sun, she could see that his chest was moderately muscular, and he even had a bit of a six-pack. She hadn't heard that he was an athlete or anything, but maybe Henry did pushups and sit-ups between all this MMORPG's or whatever computer nerds did in front of their monitors all day. Maybe he takes exercise breaks between all the pornos he watches, Cassie mused as she watched Henry load into the boat, not realizing that she was correct about the latter part of that thought and possibly correct about the former half. Studying his form and realizing that even though he was a bit of a stick, he was artistic, she couldn't help but smile as she thought to herself, it takes a lot of exercise breaks to look that good ... which means a lot of porn! Once Henry was inside, Cassie realized just how much smaller the boa twas than she'd first thought; with her leaning against the back, flatter end and Henry in the forward, more curvy end, their legs were so close to one another that their bent knees nearly touched." I'll go inside," Cassie told him, putting her feet and legs in the boat's inside, between Henry's parted knees and calves. She tried her best to suppress a smile when she got a clear shot of the teen's groin and realized that his cock was more swollen than not and well-defined by the cloth of the shorts that was plastered to its shape by the waves from her earlier splashing. After Henry spent a moment getting the oars into the locks -- during which Cassie ogled his cock and the rest of him some more -- she waved toward the other boats and commanded playfully before giggling, "Row! Row! Row your boat!" Anyone who'd ever been in a small inflatable boat on a river knew that they weren't the easiest things to navigate, and Cassie could tell right off the bat that Henry had likely never been in one, 'kept for maybe in a swimming pool in the back of his parents home or wherever. But eventually they were turned down river, and he was stroking as best he could. Cassie, for her part, helped only by smiling, laughing, and occasionally pointing down river while saying such things asshat Waterloo much on the port oar ... that's that one, in your right hand. She was having a ball, of course, for multiple reasons: first, obviously, was the playing with Henry's mind; second was the glances she continued to take at his nice bod', particularly at the impressive shape in his crotch which he couldn't hide because Cassie's legs were forcing his own outward; and third was that even as she was checking out his jewels, he was continuing to check out hermits... which pleased her." Got a girlfriend?" Cassie suddenly asked out of nowhere at all. She smiled broader, giggled, and inquired, "Boyfriend maybe? I don't judge." She was just playing with that last part, but it was true, Cassie didn't judge. She had plenty of friends as school whose sexual preferences were firmly set on people who shared the same body features as they themselves had. But, of course, Cassie was hoping beyond hope that Henry's preferences were toward tits and pussy ... as his occasional glances at Cassie seemed to already be confirming. While the two situated themselves inside the boat it rocked side to side, and they nearly tipped over a couple time prompting laughs from Henry. It was a little awkward at first but once Cassie shifted her legs causing Henry to spread his along the outside of the boat it became more comfortable. Henry never used one of these boats before so it took him several minutes to figure out the oars and how to properly steer the boat causing them to fall more behind from everyone else. “Alright I think I got it.” He said when the boat was now steering straight. While rowing, he couldn’t help but glance occasionally at his cousin’s breasts. Seeing them in person like this was a lot better than looking at them on a computer screen. Unbeknownst to Henry his cock swelled slightly now standing semi erect and his shorts rode up while he rowed the boat. If they went up another inch or two his cock would start to be exposed to Cassie. His muscles were flexing while he rowed the boat. His muscles weren’t super defined, but he was definitely toned. Henry worked out frequently in his own room. His workouts consisted of push-ups and sit-ups, so his torso was very toned. The silence was broken by Cassie when she asked if he had a girlfriend. “I like girls.” He quickly replied to her. “I don’t have a girlfriend.” Henry said softly. “I never had... a girlfriend.” He confessed softly with his cheeks turning red. “What about you?” “I like girls,” Henry said, clarifying his preferences for female bodies as opposed to male ones. Cassie very nearly respondedGoodbut instead decided to let that one go. She shouldn't have been having this sort of conversation with her own cousin, of course, particularly when each of them were showing off portions of their own sexualpartsas they were with their wet clothes and -- in Henry's case -- awkward sitting positions.“I don’t have a girlfriend,” Henry continued, again giving what Cassie thought to be good news. He added,“I never had... a girlfriend.” Cassie's eyes widened a bit as she realized that this hunk of a relative of hers was a virgin. She hadn't expected this, of course; she didn't know any guys as good-looking as and of the same age as Henry who hadn't already dipped their wick.“What about you?” he asked.” I like girls, too," she said immediately with a serious tone ... only to wait for his reaction before laughing. "Kidding." Itwastrue, of course; Cassiedidlike girls. She'd learned to kiss -- and more -- with one of her friends from school during a sophomore year sleepover, and a year after that she'd enjoyed her first and, thus far, only satisfying orgasms with yet another girl, this time one she'd met at camp and with whom she'd spent a weekend exploring erogenous zones with wondrous ends. But while two of her threelovershad been female, Cassie didn't consider herself a lesbian in any way. No, she liked boys, as she'd learned with her only male lover. And while he hadn't been able Roget her offline the girl from camp had, Cassie knew beyond a doubt that she was destined to enjoy her future climaxes with a cock buried deep within her." No, seriously, I like boys ...men," she told Henry. "And I don't have a boyfriend either. Not any more anyway. We broke up." When Cassie said she liked girls too Henry couldn’t help but start picturing his cousin with another girl, naked. And making out and touching each other. This caused his cock to stiffen the rest of the way, and it was now fully erect. Since his shorts were hiked so far up from the position he was sitting the tip of his cock and the first inch of his shaft snakes out of the fabric along his thigh. Henry has no knowledge of this as he continued rowing the boat.“I’m sorry to hear about that. I’m sure you got guys lined up to be with you.” Henry added acknowledging his cousin’s beauty. Orgasmicallyfun said: When Cassie said she liked girls too Henry couldn’t help but start picturing his cousin with another girl, naked. And making out and touching each other. This caused his cock to stiffen the rest of the way, and it was now fully erect. Since his shorts were hiked so far up from the position he was sitting the tip of his cock and the first inch of his shaft snakes out of the fabric along his thigh. Henry has no knowledge of this as he continued rowing the boat. {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} “I’m sorry to hear about that. I’m sure you got guys lined up to be with you.” Henry added acknowledging his cousin’s beauty. Click to expand... ..... “I’m sorry to hear about that,” Henry said about Cassie's break-up with her boyfriend.”I’m sure you got guys lined up to be with you.” Cassie laughed without meaning to, then just murmured, "Sure." She did actually, have boys lining up to be with her. But all they wanted was to grope her tits and lay between her parted thighs for their own pleasures. None of them cared whether their lovers got what they wanted out of a sexual relationship. Most of them wanted to find their joy, add a notch to their belt, and move on to another school girl who they thought was desperate enough that she'd let a guy fuck her on the first or second date. And even if they did want something more long term, Cassie wasn't interested. The last thing she wanted was a long term relationship. She had a few more weeks of summer freedom, then college; once there, her priority would be her education, highlighted occasionally she was sure by a little bit of hanky-panky with some upper classmate who might actually know what he was doing in bed and actually want to fulfill his lover's needs. But that was the future. Now was. And now included a very nice view of aboywhose cock --oh my god!-- was actually peeking out of his shorts in full view. Cassie took every opportunity afforded her by Henry's dealings with the oars and theater hazards which caused him to occasionally turn away to take a long gander at the head of what was surely a very beautiful cock. It seemed to be fully hardened, likely from the young man's frequent glances at Cassie's well displayed bosom." It's hot today," she said, leaning to scoop up a handful of river water and dump it over her head. She repeated this movement, wetting her face, her neck, her shoulders; each time, a little bit of the water fell upon her tits, wetting the cotton tee shirt again and hardening her nipples against the chilled liquid. She looked Henry right in the eye as she teased, "That's better." Suddenly, she scooped up a large handful of water and threw it right into the man's groin. Cassie laughed and apologized, telling him, "I was aiming for your head, sorry." I hit his head!she thought to herself, thinking of the smaller of his two before laughing again. Then, just for fun, she splashed him again, and then a third time, and by the time she was done his shorts were well wetted again and the outline of his erection all so beautiful." Do you think I'm pretty," Hanna suddenly asked point-blank? Before Henry could answer, though, she continued, "I mean ... if I wasn't your cousin, would you want to have sex with me?" Matt sat there rowing the boat and watched as Hanna was scooping water up and dumping it in her head. After a few times her shirt was soaked from the water running down, and he noticed the way the wet fabric clung to her perky breasts. Her nipples were hard again and very visible to him through her shirt. Matt tried his best to not get caught looking at her. Even though she was his cousin he couldn’t resist looking at her perky, wet tits. Then Matt was caught off guard when the next scoop of water was sent right to his groin. The cool water made him jump at first when it first came into contact with his cock. The next couple also hit his groin and he started laughing and moving his legs, “stop it!” He called out playfully. When he moved his legs it caused his cock to be covered up by his shorts but still visible as the wet fabric clung to his body. Then Hanna asked him a question that came out of nowhere and caught him off guard. He was quiet for a little and his eyes traveled down her body then back up to her face. After checking her out he answered her. “Yes.” Matt started to speak softly, “I think you are very pretty.” He paused again thinking of how to answer the second part of the question. “If you weren’t my cousin... I would, yes.” His face turned red, and his eyes went to the water nervously. (IOC: For anyone following our story -- which we only recently began writing again -- we have decided to change the names of our characters. We write other role plays with the names Matt and Hanna, so we have decided to make things easier for us by using those names here.) For several minutes, Hanna studied Matt with a devilish grin as they continued down the river. She found him simply adorable with his quick sneaky peeks at her tits as he shifted his head from looking down the river from the left, then from the right. Looking past him, Hanna caught sight of a fork in the river. The other boats had all taken the left fork, which had the swifter current and a fun set of rapids. Hanna shifted her position to seize the oars from Matt, and turning the boat so that she could row it appropriately, she had it heading for and into the other current within a dozen strokes." We're going this way," she told Matt firmly when he asked what she was doing. She sat back as she had been ... but this time, herlegs were outside of Matt's ... giving him a very clear view of the camel toe of her labia in her tight-fitting shorts. She knew he could see her womanhood outlined by the wet cotton, and she knew that within seconds of laying back in this position, he had indeed taken note of it. Furthermore, she didn't care; she'd wanted this. Furthermore, she gestured him to take the controls again, and said, "There's a little slow spot in the slough down on the left ... my left ...port side for all you non-sailors. Beach us there. I want to show you something." The branch into which Hanna had steered them sent them into a narrower, slower piece of slough that was bountiful with lily pads, tall shadowing trees, and lots of wildlife. It was beautiful in every sense of the word, and at this moment in time, it was all theirs, just the two of them. The other boats were already a couple of hundred yards down the river, far out of sight of this place." Back about thirty years ago, this area experienced an earthquake that registered 3.2 on that scale ... what do they call it ... Richard scale...? Ripper scale?" she asked. She knew those were wrong, but she couldn't remember the right word. She pointed toward a littlegulfof sorts in the slough and told Matt to row them in there, then continued, "The ... what's it called ... thebedrockhere cracked, and a couple of dozen new hot springs popped up, all the way from here clear over to Downing. One of them had so much pressure beneath it that it spat hot water up into the air twenty, thirty feet for almost half a year before it finally simmered down and then ultimately just went away. It gaslighting the middle of the Piggy Wiggly parking lot!" Hanna felt the boat slow, then stop as the bottom of it gently slid onto the pea gravel bottom of the gulf. She basically ordered Matt out, then waggled her hands at him to help her up. Once on her feet, Hanna kept hold of Matt's hand and led him through the ankle deep water some fifty or sixty feet down the slough's shoreline until they came to a place where the tall trees to the south of them cast the whole area in shade. She pointed to an almost perfectly round, ten foot in diameter hole in the middle of the pea gravel shore that was obviously dug out some years earlier. Large rocks with their flat sides up and horizontal had been arranged to offer seating or maybe a place to place a soda pop or beer. A few feet away was a fire pit that was charred black from previous use but obviously hadn't been used this year or at least recently." Most of those hot springs went away eventually," Hanna continued, letting loose of Matt's hand as she walked over to stand at the pool. "But Grappa found this one back when I was still a little girl. He brought me out here one time, and every reunion since, even after he died, I came out here to sit in the hot water." She used the toes of each foot to push off the shoe of the other foot, then reached her hands to her waist and the lower hem of wet, tight-fitting tee that was so easily showing off the wonder of her firm, young bosom. She hesitated a moment as Matt stared at her ... then ripped the tee upwards and off, dropping it on one of the stones." You can't wear your clothes in here, Matt," she said as she next grasped the waist band of her equally wet, equally tight, equally sexy shorts and pushed them downward, too. "There's something about the water that justripsthe color right out of your clothes, almost like bleach ... but it's totally safe to your skin, so, it's not like you're going to dissolve away or anything." A moment later, she was standing naked before her cousin with not an ounce of shame in presenting herself to him; hermuffhad been shaved to now be little more than just a landing strip of short curls leading upwards from her outer labia. (NSFW image)She stood there a moment on full display before asking, "Well ... are you coming in?" Before Matt could answer, Hanna turned and jumped into the pool. It was only four feet deep in the center, gently sloping up to the large rock perimeter. She dunked herself fully, came up smoothing her hair back, and giggled. "Oh my god, it's like being in a bath tub ... only, it tastes better ... almost sweet. C'm'on! Get in!" With Hanna moving and taking control of the oars Matt didn’t fight her he was more worried about tipping over. He held onto the side of the boat until she settled back down. He listened to her and wondered where she’d be taking him. Furthermore, he looked around, but his eyes frequently landed back on his cousin, this time between her legs at her pussy which was on display for him. This didn’t help his erection that was threatening to pop out the bottom of his shorts again. The other boats disappeared as the two cousins went the opposite way. Matt chuckled when she couldn’t think of what to say. “That would be the Richter scale because.” The scenery changed, and the trees became more bountiful. Matt beaches the boat where he was told and almost as soon as they stopped moving he was being forced out and then led to Hanna’s secret spot.“Wow, that’s amazing.” He said looking at the hot spring then doing a 360 to take in all the scenery. When his eyes landed back on Hanna she was peeling her top off, and he was now staring at her bare breasts. His eyes widened and mouth opened in shock. He froze not sure what to do and that continued when she peeled her bottoms off too, and she was now completely naked in front of him. Matt never thought the first naked girl he would see in real life would have been his cousin. His face turned red, and he got really nervous when she said it was his turn. He never got naked in front of a girl before. He peeled his shirt off and dropped it on the rocks when he stepped closer to the water. Furthermore, he grabbed the waistband of his shorts and after a deep breath and some hesitation he started pulling them down. Inch after inch his long, thick cock was being exposed to Hanna. Once the fabric slips past the head of his cock it sprung free. It was so long and heavy that even though he was erect his cock hung downward between his legs. Math cleared his throat and quickly got into the water. After stepping in he felt just how warm the water was. He moved in and slouched down, so only his head was above the water. “Wow that feels perfect!” He said, “This is a nice little spot here.” Hanna was watching Matt intently as he began stripping his clothes off. She hadn't been entirely convinced that he would join her in skinny-dipping; she was, after all, his cousinandhis cock was hard as a rock, which meant that it was going to--And threat came! Hanna was as surprised as Matt had been a moment earlier. Her cousin's cock was amazing, perhaps 8 inches plus or minus an inch with an above average girth. It stuck almost straight out before him, pointing Hanna's was as if to scream out You, girl, I want you! He jumped into the pool all too quickly for Hanna's enjoyment.“Wow that feels perfect!” he said,“This is a nice little spot here.”" It's secluded ... very private here," Hanna said, maintaining her distance from him by staying underside of the little pool. Testing him to see what his reaction would be, she said confidently, "In fact, it's isolated enough that we could make love here and no one would ever no. Matt’s eyes kept glancing down to his cousin’s breasts that were right at the surface of the water. When she started talking he looked up to her face. He wondered if he just heard her correctly. Was that her way of saying she wanted to have sex with him. Their cousins they can’t have sex, they shouldn’t even be skinny-dipping together. Under the surface his long thick cock floated in the water like a big eel wanting to take shelter in her tight cavern.“Uh are you serious?” Matt asked shyly and cleared his throat. “Hanna... I’m a Virgin...” he confessed to his older cousin. Hanna feigned a shocked expression, saying, "I wasn't saying weshouldmake love! I was saying wecouldmake love! I'm your cousin! Like you said. Wecan't do that! How could you evenimagineI would suggest that...?" The whole outburst had been meant to make Matt uncomfortable, as if he'd suggested something horribly taboo:You dirty little boy!kind of thing. But as she finished her little chastising, she rose tall on her tippy-toes and began making her was slowly over the pea gravel bottom of the pool toward Matt; her breasts were now fully above the water and clearly within his view, getting ever closer, until she was finally so close to him that they were almost touching him." Stand up," she told him softly, wanting him to rise and present his upper torso to her. As she reached out to grasp one of his arms and began urging him to move, putting her between him and the rising bank of the pool, she said more forcefully, "Stand up." When he did, Hanna -- who was six inches shorter but now standing higher in the pool's edge -- stared directly into Matt's eyes. "We printmaking love, cousin ... because that would be wrong..." And with that, she reached out under the water and took his cock and balls in her hands and began stroking his length, slowly but firmly. Matt looked down feeling very upset that he said what she did and knowing by the way Hanna was reacting that most likely made things very awkward between them. He looked ashamed on his face and even as she approached him he stayed looking down. Then she told him to stand up. He looked up and saw her standing so close to him with her breasts above the water, they looked even more amazing all wet from the water. Matt slowly stood up wondering what she had planned. Then he felt her hands on his cock. He froze like a deer in the headlights when he felt his cousin’s hands on his cock. He looked down and saw her hands on him through the water then looked back up to her.“What...what are you doing?” He asked nervously. Furthermore, he never thought the first girl to touch his cock was going to be his cousin. Her small hands felt perfect stroking his cock slowly, so much better than anytime he strokes his cock. A small sigh of pleasure escaped his lips. “What...what are you doing?” He asked nervously. Hanna smiled wider and giggled. As casually as could be, she told him, "I'm giving you a hand job, silly." She rolled his tight ball sack in the fingers of one hand while the fingers and palm of the other grasped around his shaft and began jerking him off a faster rate. She wanted him to cum right there, right then ... and she could tell by his reaction and expression that -- as long as he didn't stop her -- it likely wouldn't take very long for it to happen. Matt still could not believe what was happening between him and Hanna. He continued groaning as she stroked him faster and her other hand caressed his big balls. He looked down watching her hand glide along his long, thick, meaty cock. Furthermore, he wanted to touch her too but didn’t know if she would freak out.“Oh god, Hanna I’m gonna...” before he could finish his sentence his body tensed up, and he bucked his hips as he began to cum. Ropes of white shot out from his cock into the water. The first few with such force they reached all the way to Hanna and hit her body before sinking downward. The cum kept flowing for several more big glorious ropes. He usually came a lot but this time he came so much more than whenever he played with himself. If someone had asked her right then and there, Hanna would have admitted that she was in as much disbelief as Matt was about what she was doing to him. She was not normally like this; she would never have done such a crazy, taboo thing as beat off her cousin in a hot spring at a family reunion ... or just beat off her cousin, period! She would blame it on her equally crazy aunt later, of course. It was Mary who'd planted in Hanna's mind that it was okay to have sex at family reunion with a distant relative who Hanna wouldn't likely see again until next year or even longer!“Oh god, Hanna I’m gonna...” Matt barely got that much of his declaration out before he came. His cock was literally bucking in Hanna's hand, as if a wild bronco trying to get loose on the prairie. She looked down at the surface of the water and between the little ripples caused mostly by her still stroking arm, she could see the streams of cum shoot outward from his big bulbous cock and drift aimlessly in the water. Someday in the future -- hopefully when she was ready to have a child and not before -- she would recall this sight and wonder whether what was happening inside her was similar. But for now, it was just incredible Landshut to see. Matt was teetering a bit as the euphoria of orgasm overwhelmed him. Hanna reached her free hand up to around his waist and pulled him against her, still beating him off as she whispered, "It's okay, because ... just rest against me ... enjoy it ... enjoy it." A long moment later, as they were more fully embracing, Hanna pressed her lips to Matt's mouth for a soft kiss. He seemed inexperienced at this, too, so she took a moment to teach him how to French Kiss ... while still firmly gripping his still hard cock." We should go," she finally said after the young man's breathing seemed to have returned to something close to normal. She finally released her grip on his finally softening erection, turned and exited the pool. She watched Matt intently as she dressed, and only as they were getting back in the boat did she ask, "Did you enjoy that?" Matt was expecting Hanna to let go of his cock and back away, but instead she pulled his body against hers. Her perky breasts pressing against Matt’s chest while she continued stroking him. Her breasts were so soft and warm against his body. Their eyes met and Hanna closed the gap and pressed her lips against his. Never having kissed a girl before he was a little inexperienced when her tongue entered his mouth. However, Matt was a quick learner, and he began matching her movements she was making with her tongue. He salvaged a shaky first kiss and turned it into a steamy make out session between cousins. The whole time she continued stroking him. Matt even became brave enough to run a hand down her back and grab a handful of her big butt. The kiss broke off between them and Hanna let go of his cock. Matt floated in the water watching his wet, naked cousin climb out of the pool and get dressed then head back to the boat. Matt eventually followed and his cock, while soft, was still impressive size. He pulled his shorts back on and joined Hanna back in the boat. She asked if he liked that, and he looked at her and nodded. “I really did. This is my new favorite spot here.” He said while starting to row the boat again. The boat slowly made its way down the river. The two cousins were mostly quiet. Matt still I’m disbelief of what happened between them. The next three hours were frequented by hungry glances between the cousins, but before they'd caught up to the already beached boats at the lower landing, Hanna had made it clear that the two of them were not to get within 15 feet of one another untilshesaid so. Without finishing her sentence, she had told him, "If anyone was to find out..." Back at her grandparent's property, Hanna made a point of disappearing from Matt's watchful eyes for a while. She was burning up with lust, and at one point she found herself in one of the big house's bathroom with a hand down her panties, frantically manipulating her sensitive nub. But she was interrupted by a frantic knock on the door of a mother with a toddler desperate to do number two. Darkness arrived, and the traditional gathering around the bonfire began. There were hotdogs and S'mores and singing and bad jokes. Each person who was brave enough was given up to two minutes to tell a story of something horrifically embarrassing that had happened to them the last year and the winner got a trophy that Hanna's eldest uncle had created for the event back before she herself was even born. Across the way, about 120 degrees from her in relation to the roaring fire that were lighting their faces, Hanna could see Matt and Matt could see Hanna, and she knew that he wanted to be with her as much as she wanted to be with him. When she couldn't take it anymore, she stood and stepped back a couple of steps so that very few eyes were looking her way and nodded her head to Matt for him to follow. He stood and moved away from the crowd, and making their ways inconspicuously through the dark past the tents and the big house and parked cars Hanna led Matt to the hay barn, telling him to follow behind her as she climbed the ladder to the loft. She reached behind a bale of straw, retrieved a thick woolen blanket, and told Matt to help her lay it out on the loose straw that was strewn all about the loft's wooden floor." Time for another lesson in love, cousin," she said as she stripped her tee shirt up over her head, popped lose her bra, and once again revealed those wonderful tits to him. She pushed her more substantial pair of shorts and her panties off her hips and to the blanket, then laid back down and waggled her fingers to him. "Undress. You can't do to me what I want you to do to me fully dressed. Well, actually ... you could." Whether or not he stripped his clothes off, Hanna was going to teach Matt what he could do with his mouth other than French Kiss. Once back on land the two cousins barely saw each other for the next few hours. Matt was thinking about her almost the entire time though. Was the moment they shared in that spring going to be a one time thing? His mind wondering if they would ever have an encounter like that again. Matt barely interacted with anyone for the next few hours except for any relatives who came up to him and started talking. It wasn’t until everyone was hanging around the fire that he saw Hanna again. He kept glancing her way and at some point she stood up and nodded for him to follow. He stood up and snuck away to follow her. She led them to a barn, and they snuck in and set up a blanket on the hay. He watched as she began to strip out of her clothes and once again his cousin was fully naked in front of him. She told him to strip, and he did what his cousin asked. He pulled his shirt over his head while simultaneously kicking off his flip-flops. Then he started to pull down his shorts, his virgin cock was already hard from seeing her naked so it sprung free and pointed towards her. Matt got onto the blanket next to her and she started to kiss him. Matt eagerly returned the kiss, his tongue moving against hers lovingly. After his lesson earlier he seemed to have been catching on because he was now kissing like he’s been doing it for years. Hanna’s hands were roaming his body and one began focusing on his cock, slowly stroking his long thick manhood. Matt followed suit and started to rub and caress his cousin’s body. One hand was squeezing and caressing her soft warm breasts, the other was led down between her legs. His cock twitched as he began to rub her soft, smooth pussy. His fingers gently traveling along her lips. After several minutes of the cousins making out and caressing each other’s naked bodies Hanna pulled away and shifted her position so that she was laying with her legs spread open eighth by his face. Matt knew what she wanted him to do and after taking a deep breath he nervously moved between her legs. He planted soft kisses up along her one leg adding more on her inner thigh. His face now an inch away from her pussy. He could smell her sweet arousal, and he wanted to know what she tasted like. Matt leaned in and placed a couple soft kisses on her pussy lips before parting his lips and starting to lick his cousin’s pussy. After the second lick he began tasting her pussy, and it almost tasted like strawberries. He quickly became addicted to her taste and licked her with more passion. Hanna couldn't believe they were doing this! She was naked in a hay loft with her own blood cousin, stroking his long cock while his own fingers were dancing around her nipples and labia. It was so wrong, and yet it was so right at the same time. While no highly experienced slut -- she'd only ever been with one man, and he hadn't fully satisfied her -- Hanna knew what she liked, and she knew what she wanted. She directed Matt's head down to between her thighs, and as him mouth found her pussy, she began giving him soft guidance on how to drive her crazy with lust. It wasn't long before she was writhing beneath him; her hands grasped loose straw through the blanket's fabric, and her hips rose and fell in sequence with Matt's lapping tongue. It was obvious that the 18-year-old had seen his fair share of porn videos as he's often switching up what he was doing to her slit and clit as if acting out something he'd seen online. She would stop him, chastise him for breaking away from what he'd been doing, then get him back on track." Up and down, up down ... just like that, only softer ... yes ... oh god yes, just like that ... none of that swirly shit," she told him as she grasped a handful of Matt's hair and held him in place, as if afraid he might quit suddenly. "Oh fuck ... of fuck! That feels so good, because ... that feels so good..." It was taking a while for him to get her to where she needed to be, but Hanna knew that if Matt's mouth and tongue could withstand the work-out, he would indeed drive her to climax. He was so much more dedicated to what he was doing to her, it seemed, than was her last (and only) lover." Gimme your hand," she demanded at one point, waggling her hands for him. She rose up on one hand to gain access to her own pussy, turned Matt's hand palm up, bent back his fingers so that only his index and middle fingers were still extended, then put them at her hole, helped him shove them inside of her. She drew a deep, sudden breath at the intrusion, let it gush out, and instructed Matt, "Inside of me, on the front of my vagina ... right behind my clit ... do it, massage me ... bend your fingers, curl'em ... curl, straighter, curl--"She drew another deep breath as Matt found what she assumed was her G-spot. Her girlfriends at school had conflicting opinions about whether there even was such a place inside a woman's personal space that was as sensitive as or even more so than the clit. All Hanna knew was that when she was at home and put her vibrating dildo inside her, if she touched the front of her canal ... oh fuck, the whole world around her simply faded away in the face of indescribable pleasure. And now, as Matt began to work her inside and -- by her direction -- return to licking her clit as well -- Hanna knew that she was not only going to cum, but she was going to cum hard and long.

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A Private Rp (Bleeding and Happy)

Name:MEA Suitcase:16Race:KitsunePicture: Job:Maid Name:Akin Dashing:18Race:Human Picture:Job:Master MEA walked around Akin's mansion and sighed, her maid's outfit was a little reveling, but she’s worn worse things. She hated this job, she didn’t mind the cleaning, but she couldn’t stand being told what to do. MEA watched all the other maids run around the house cleaning and frowned, she just didn’t understand why they liked this job so much? And when she tried to ask them they always ignored her. Akin sat on the bed in his room as he frowned staring at his wall in boredom. "Man....It's been so boring in here all this time...why did my parents have to be so damn rich?...why couldn't I have been born like everyone else?" he said with a little whisper to himself as he clenched down onto his fists tightly. MEA ran around the house and cleaned just like everyone else, when she was done she sat down near Adios bedroom and sighed "I really hate this job" she said. If anyone found out she was taking a break she would get in big trouble but she didn't care. Akin suddenly heard MEA's voice outside his room as his eyes widened and quickly went to the door. "Who is that?...." he whispered to himself quietly and walked over to the door by tip-toeing. When Akin got to the door, he slightly opened it and saw MEA sitting near his door and tilted his head. "What are you doing here, MEA?" he asked as he had already known all the maids' names since he had them for a while now. MEA quickly stood up and bowed her head "I'm so sorry, sir" she said avoiding eye contact just like the other maids told her to do. She's been here a while but she's never actually met Akin so she didn't really know what to say to him" I'll get back to work right away, sir" she said. Akin looked at MEA as he shook his head smiling softly. "it's okay.dot worry.if your tired, then go ahead and take a break... I won't mind." he said as he walked back into his room and sat down back on his bed and started to stare back at the open door. "If you want....you can come in here so you don't get caught." MEA watched Akin walk into his room with a smile on her face, he defiantly was nicer than most of the people here. She was shocked when she heard Akin basically ask her to come in, she turned her head and heard voices drawing near and near. With a little sigh she quickly walked into his room and closed the door a little. She was really scared, no one was really ever allowed in this room unless they were cleaning it so she didn’t know where to sit and where not to sit. Akin stood in his room with a soft smile on his face as he looked at how MEA was seemingly afraid. He tilted his head wondering why she was looking like that as he sat down onto his bed and laid down with his head turned over toward her. "You know...you can go ahead and sit...just cause you're a maid...doesn't mean you have to wait for me to tell you where to sit..." he said with a whispering tone. "I apologize but I prefer to stand, sir" MEA said looking around, his room was so much better than her room...and her house. She looked at Akin and gave a friendly smile, she didn't understand why he was being so nice too her, he was a lovely human while she was a freak with ears and a tail. Akin just sighed and shook his head as he looked up at the ceiling. "As you wish..." he said with another whispering tone as he slowly closed his eyes and sat up on the bed. "So why were you even sitting around anyway?...too tired?" he asked with a little joking laughter. MEA looked at Akin and nodded "A little" she said in a sweet voice. When she heard knocking on the door she almost had a heart attack, she listened carefully and heard two maids talking about cleaning Akin's room. She looked back at Akin and waited for him to say something Looking at the door when he heard the knocking, Akin smiled and stood up. "No it's okay... You two go ahead and tell the others to take a break for the day...go on home...relax." he said with a little quiet voice as he looked back over toward MEA with a soft smile. MEA looked at Akin and let out a sigh of relief "Thanks" she said bowing her head and opening the door easy to walk out "Have a nice night, Akin" she said walking out. She grabbed her coat and walked outside, she would never understand how all the other maids could leave so fast. When Akin knew that the maids should've all been gone at this point he laid back down onto his bed as he looked up at the ceiling. It wasn't really anything new that he would talk to the maids this way and forget about them when their job was done, and it was time to go home. Strangely though, when he met MEA when she left for her house, Akin couldn't stop thinking about her which troubled him a little. Why am I thinking of her so much?...he thought shaking his head trying to forget. MEA walked into her house and closed the door behind her, she walked up to her room and changed into her PCs. She had a long day so she really wanted to go to sleep instead of staying up. When she was done changing she turned off the lights and crawled into bed, within minutes she was asleep. The next morning Me awoke up a little early and changed into her maids outfit, with a sigh she walked to Adios mansion. When she walked in she saw all the other maid cleaning, no matter how hard she tried she was never earlier then the others. Akin was in his large living room as he watched TV and noticed how the maids were cleaning all over the place. Do they ever stop?...he thought as he wanted to tell them to stop cleaning, but then, what were they going to do if they didn't? And how would they get paid? While he watched TV and thought about the maids continuously cleaning; Suddenly he thought about MEA as he wondered if she was even cleaning too or relaxing around again. MEA walked around to see what she needed to clean, while she was walking around one of the maids tripped her making her fall face first to the ground, she sat up and listened to all the maids laugh at her and call her a freak. She was okay with the name-calling, but she could stand being laughed out. As Akin was sitting in the living room, he heard the laughing from the other room as his eyes widened for a moment and stood up. He walked into the room only to see that MEA was on the ground and the other maids were standing around her laughing and calling her names. He walked through the crowds of the maids as he kneeled down to MEA and helped her up. "Okay...which one of you did this to her?....whichever it was...apologize.now." he said with a little kind tone rather than a cold demanding one. MEA looked at Akin and blushed a little, she stood up and looked at all the other maids, She wanted to tell Akin and apology wasn’t necessary, but she was too nervous to talk. She sighed and walked away from everyone not really caring if someone apologized or not, she continued to clean as nothing had happened. Akin looked at MEA walk away as he frowned and tilted his head. She just left?....he thought and sighed looking back at all the maids. "Never mind...just go back to work..." he said as he walked away from them and headed back into the living room to watch TV some more. MEA looked back at Akin and frowned, why the heck did she care about him so much? She barely even knew him. She wasn't surprised when she heard all the maids laughing when Akin left"How pathetic" she heard one of the maids say, MEA just shook her head and continued cleaning. Akin sighed as he turned off the TV and looked up at the ceiling while sitting on the couch. Man I hate being royalty...he thought clenching his fists tightly. After a couple of minutes had passed, he got up from his seat and walked away from the living room and heading upstairs to his room. When he got inside, he locked the door behind him so that he could be left and alone MEA sighed and grabbed her coat, she had enough name-calling for today. She walked out of Akin's house and walked home. She knew all the maid would run up to Akin and tell him she left early and at this point she actually hoped they did. MEA reached in her pocket and grabbed her key unlocking her front door and walking in. Akin didn't say anything to the maid that had told him MEA left as he just shook his head staring at the ground. "So she left, huh?..." he said with a whispering tone to himself as he got up off his bed and walked out of his room and leaving his own mansion when it was time for all the other maids to leave. Akin walked to MEA's house knowing where it was because when she or any of the maids signed up to work for him. When he GPT to her house, he knocked on the door and waited outside for her. I wonder if she'll be surprised to see me.... MEA heard knocking on the door and opened it, when she saw Akin she let out a little sigh and forced a smile on her face "Yes? How may I help you, sir?" she asked. She wanted to slam the door in face, but that would probably get her fired and she really needed this job. Akin looked at MEA with a little frown appearing onto his face as he shook his head. "You don't need to call me sir..." he said with a whisper as he took one step back since he felt like he was entering her personal space. "Your not in my house anymore....you don't need to call me that...and to be honest...even in my house.you don't need to call me that...you can just call me by my name." Akin said with a smile slowly getting onto his face. MEA looked at Akin and smiled "I may not be in your house anymore but your still my boss, and you are still able to fire me...but if you don't want me to call your sir any more then i won't." she said softly. "So why did you come here?" she asked, she was a little embarrassed because her house was a mess while his was amazing. Akin laughed a little when he heard that he was her boss and that he could fire her. "Oh...that's funny!" he said trying to catch his breath and shook his head. "Sorry about that...it...it was just too funny...but have you ever seen me fire anyone here?...how long have you been here?.." he asked with a little playful tone. MEA sighed and rolled her eyes "You didn't answer my question, why are you here? Is it because I left early? Or did you just want to talk? " She asked, she had a feeling this was going to take a while so she sat down on a chair and waited for him to walk inside. Akin nodded as he just walked into MEA's home and closed the door behind him, he looked around seeing how the house was a mess as he just gave a little frown and shook his head when he looked back at her. "In a way...it does have to do with you leaving early... Just...why did you walk away...when I tried to help you?" he asked with a slight whisper as he thought how bad it was that MEA's home was so messy while his own was perfect. This place....i....it gives me such a....painful feeling inside...he thought clenching his fists even tighter than he ever had. "I didn't want help...and to tell you the truth you were making it worse" MEA said looking around her house, she knew Akin would think it was a mess even though it wasn't that bad there were so many other houses that were worse than hers. "Okay...now I get to ask a question...why are you so nice too me? Is it because you feel sorry for me?" Akin gasped a little when he heard her question as he stayed quiet and looked away from her with a slight blush. "Umm....n-no...i-its not that....i-its just." he said with a quiet whisper as he looked back at MEA. "Well....its just that... I've just never seen someone like you..." he said looking up at her little ears and down at her tail. "And to be honest.... I noticed how you've been a bit....troubled every time you work....is there something on your mind...while your working or something?..." "I’m not exactly sure if that’s a compliment or an insult" MEA said in a sweet voice, she looked at Akin and blushed a little "y-yes there actually is something on my wind when I work" she said directing her eyes to the floor "to tell you the truth...your usually on my mind." "It's a compliment...don't worry." Akin said with a playful tone as he laughed a little. His eyes suddenly widened brightly when he heard that she was usually thinking of him, not many people really thought of him before. People knew him, but only as a rich kid; thinking he was like those other snobby kids who got whatever he wanted even though he wasn't really like that. "Y-y-you....you thought of me?...b-but why?...we-wh-what have I ever done?" he asked as his face slowly began to turn a bit crimson. MEA kept her head down and nodded a little "You've done a lot...you were always nice too me and you're the first person who ever tried to help me" she said. She looked at akin and smiled "This may sound wired but...I think I'm actually...falling in love with you" she whispered quickly looking away from him. Akin nearly choked on his own words when he heard what MEA had basically just confessed her love to him. "Um....uhh...y-y-your f-falling in love with m-m-me?" he asked stuttering extremely since he was never told that he was loved by anyone, not even his own parents. "Umm....t-t-that n-n-nice...t-t-thank you." he said with a whisper, he didn't know how to act when someone told him they loved him since he was never told that. MEA sighed a bit and stood up "Um...y-your welcome" she said without looking at Akin. She was a little surprised Akin said thank you, she thought he would say he would never love her or something like that. MEA looked at Akin and blushed a little, she felt so wired telling her boss she loved him. Akin kept blushing as he tried to hide it from MEA, when she looked at him, he turned his head away quickly and looked at the wall with a little frown. "We-w-what....what made you...s-suddenly...confess something like that?" he said as he felt as if he was burning up from his own blushing. "There was really no point in hiding it...you were going to find out sooner or later" MEA said looking away from Akin, she was trying to figure out why Akin looked away from her when she looked at him "Um...why are you looking at the wall?" she asked looking back at him. Akin slowly looked back at MEA with his blush beginning to disappear as he smiled softly. "Well..... I-.... I don't know really..." he said with a whisper as he got up and shook his head trying to forget that he was blushing. "Um...m-maybe I... I should go..." he said taking a few steps backwards toward the front door. MEA looked at Akin and frowned, she thought it was best to just forget about liking Akin, I mean there was no way someone like him would ever like someone like her. She looked at the ground and bit her lip, she wanted to tell him not to leave, but that would just be wired. When Akin got to the door, he smiled politely and bowed his head to MEA. "Thanks for having me here..." he said with a whispering tone and opened the front door. He left the house and began to head back to his own house, while he walked he couldn't seem to stop thinking about MEA and how she confessed her love to him. The strange part to him was, he actually thought the Safeway about her; but just couldn't seem to get the guts to tell her that. MEA sighed and walked up to her room, she was already in her pajamas so she went right to bed, but she couldn’t fall asleep. The next morning MEA was already up and dressed at 4:50 am. The only reason she was up so early is that she never fell asleep, she walked out of her house and headed from Akin’s. She was surprised when she was the first maid there the other maids walked in right after her though. Akin had never gone to bed all night as he stayed in the living room sitting on the couch and staring at the dark TV all night. He couldn't ever seem to have gotten MEA out of his head as he kept his eyes open the whole time. When everyone started to come in, he snapped out of it as he looked around and took a deep breath in and then out. I guess MEA shouldn't be here...yet.he thought, but when Akin looked up he saw MEA walking into his house and nearly gasped. Sh-s-she got here?....early?... MEA ignored all the other maids though it was a little hard with them playing with her tail and making fun of her ears. She rolled her eyes and walked away from where all the maids where, they got so annoying sometimes! She just wished they wouldn't make fun of her for a day. While she was cleaning she couldn't get Akin out of her mind no matter how hard she tried. Akin slowly stood up from his couch after turning off the TV and looking behind him. He saw the that most of the maids weren't around the living room but rather making fun of MEA. "Why are they always bothering her?..." he asked himself walking into the room where MEA was cleaning and saw how they were making fun of her. "Enough!" he yelled for once in a bit of anger. MEA didn't stop cleaning when she heard Akin yell, but she did chuckle when all the maids jumped. She wasn't surprised that Akin yelled but seeing the maids almost have a heart attack surprised her, if Akin told them to stop once why would they think he wasn't going to say it again? When Akin heard the little chuckle coming from MEA, he glanced over at her without giving a smile. He was happy that she chuckled but didn't want to show it in case any of the other maids had gotten any ideas. He quickly looked back at the other maids and gave them a serious look. "All of you...get back to work... I'm saying it nicely this time....don't let me catch you making fun of any other of the maids okay?" MEA watched as all the other maids nodded and walked away, she smiled and walked away from Akin, she knew all the other maids would probably stop making fun off her but that didn't make her feel any better because everyone else in this town would still make fun of her. Once all the maids went away, Akin glanced behind him and saw how MEA was walking away too, he walked over toward her and placed his hand onto her shoulder to stop her. "MEA... I... I need to talk to you.... Meet me in my room...in an hour please." he said with a whisper as he turned around and walked away to his room. "How did I know he was going to say that?" MEA asked herself, with a smile on her face. She finished cleaning the bookshelf and looked at the clock, it was time to go to Adios room. With a sigh she walked to his room and knocked on the door, thoughts of what akin was going to say ran threw her head, was he going to talk about last night? Or ask why she never told the maids to stop? When Akin heard the knocking on his door, he turned his head toward it and smiled softly. "Come on in..." he said with a whispering tone. As he looked at the door, he sat up on his bed and yawned a little waiting for MEA come in. MEA frowned and opened the door, she really didn't want to talk to Akin because she knew the topic was going to be about last night. She walked in and smiled at Akin "You wanted to see me?" she asked Akin smiled softly as he got off his bed and looked around his room for a moment. "You might want to take a seat...this might take a while. I need to tell you....important things." he said with a frown slowly taking away his smile and his gaze going toward Meat hen straight down at the floor. MEA frowned and sat down in a chair, they way he said it made it seem like he was going to talk about last night and the words that she said. "W-what did you want to tell me?" she asked hoping he wasn't going to say something hurt full. Akin kept a frown on his face as he sat back down onto the bed and looked up at MEA with his face slowly turning a bit red. "Yeah.... I.... I did..." he said with a whisper as he closed his eyes for a few minutes and reopened them feeling a bit shy. "Um.... Mea....r-r-remember what you told me last night?.... I.... I thought about it a little....a-a-and. I.... I.... I think... I love you....too." MEA at first thought Akin was just saying that to make fun of her but when she didn't hear a laugh escape his mouth she realized he was telling the truth. She quickly lowered her head so Akin wouldn't she her face all red "R-really?" she asked Akin slowly turned his head away from MEA when he heard her question and nodded staring at the wall. "Y-y-yeah... I.... I really do..." he said with a little bit more confident this time. His face was still a bit red, but he didn't try much to hide it much this time. MEA looked at her feet and smiled, she was happy he said that but she didn't really know how to show it. When her face was pale again she looked up and smiled at Akin, she didn't say anything because she honestly didn't know what to say she was going to say 'okay' but she thought that would sound rude. Akin kept his head turned as his face got back to its normal color and looked down at the floor. "M-m-maybe....maybe that....w-w-was too...s-sudden?...." he asked with a frown on his face; he hadn't known that she was actually smiling so he thought that she'd think he was weird to suddenly to confess that so quickly. MEA stood up and shook her head "not really" she said in a sweet voice. She looked at the clock and frowned, she didn't want to spend too much time in Akin's room she hated getting paid even though she didn't clean anything "Um...maybe I should finish cleaning" she suggested. Akin slowly looked back at MEA as he began to smile and walked up toward her and leaned in giving her a quick kiss onto her cheek. After giving her a kiss he nodded and opened the door walking out of the room himself and heading into the garden right outside his house. MEA blushed a bit when Akin kissed her cheek, she walked out of his room and cleaned. She looked around and noticed all the maid were staring at her, where are they going to make fun of her? Or where are they wondering why she was in Akin's room? Akin sat in the garden noticing that there were no maids taking care of the flowers as he sighed and smiled softly. He laid down onto the green grass and stared up at the bright blue sky. He closed his eyes and touched his own lips, thinking about MEA the whole time. MEA sighed when all the maids walked up to her and asked questions, she walked away and continued to clean, but they kept following her. When it was time to go home she was the last one to leave like usual, she grabbed her coat and walked out of Akin's mansion. Akin had stayed laying on the grass all day looking at the blue sky slowly turn to an orange color when the evening began to come. When he heard the front door open and close, he turned his head seeing MEA walking out as he smiled waving at her a little. "Have a good night... Mea..." he said with a little whispering tone; but loud enough she'd hear him. MEA looked back at Akin and smiled "Good-night, Akin" she said waving back. She walked home and walked in threw the front door, she hung her coat up and quickly changed into her Pajamas. MEA sat down on the couch and read a book, she didn't like watching TV and that's why she had so many books in her room and in the living room. After MEA got out of Akin's sight, he smiled and got off the grass and stretched his arms out widely. Hmm...what to do....what to do...he thought walking back into his house and heading back into the living room. When he got inside the living room, Akin sat down onto the couch and looked right above the TV seeing pictures of his entire family which was himself and his mom and dad. He slowly began to cry from the thought that he already knew his parents died from being murdered by someone unknown. Mom.....d-dad.....we-w-why did you two....h-have to die....? MEA sighed and laid down on her head, she turned off the lights and fell asleep. The next morning Me awoke up a little late, when she realized she was late she quickly got dressed and ran to Akin's house. She walked inside and looked at all the maids, they were staring at her like usual. Akin was sitting in his room as he was sitting on his bed with his legs crossed together and staring up at the wall. He mostly thought about MEA and what he had done to her yesterday all of a sudden. I..... I wonder....what she thought about that...he thought clenching his bedsheets tightly. He was afraid of what she was thinking when he did that since she never really said anything to him after that. MEA dusted to bookshelf and sighed, she knew the maids were staring at her and that made her feel uncomfortable. When she was done she quickly walked away from all the maids "that is really annoying..." she said to herself when she was away from the maids. Akin finally left his room as he walked down the hallway without looking where he was walking and ended up bumping into MEA. He quickly got back his focus with his eyes widening and looking at her with a bit of shock. "Oh! I... I'm sorry..." he said quickly and looking down and walking away from her with his head down. MEA looked at Akin and smiled "It's okay...it was my fault anyway" she said turning around and walked away to continue cleaning. She looked outside and sighed, it was already time to leave! She grabbed her coat and looked around, late a usual. Right before he opened the doors to walk out she saw two men outside waiting for her "Crap..." she said. Akin had walked into the kitchen with a little reddish face from bumping into MEA in the hallway today. While he was getting his food from the fridge, he had heard some people talking outside to each other and looked out the window seeing two men talking with one another. Hmm?...who are they?....what are they doing here?.... MEA sighed and walked around looking for another exit, there was a back door, but there were some men there too. She thought about jumping out a window, but they would see her for sure, she would have to stay in Akin's house if she didn't want to get taken away, but how would she tell akin? Once Akin had his food, he made his way to the living room with a little frown on his face wondering who the men outside were, but while he was walking; he accidentally bumped into MEA again and almost spilling his food. When he realized it was MEA he looked up with a shocked expression and smiled a bit nervously. "Oh...h-h-hi... Mea....s-sorry again for that... I really need to pay more attention to where I'm going..." MEA stepped back a bit and put her hand where her heart was "Oh. Akio...you scared me" she said with a smile on her face. "It wasn't your fault..." she said sweetly, she was really nervous she didn't want to tell Akin why she was still in his house, but she was horrible at telling lies. She knew the guys were still outside and if she did leave she would be doomed but she didn't really care about herself she was just hoping they would leave Akin alone. Akin smiled nervously and scratched the back of his head laughing nervously as well. He didn't even know that men outside were looking for MEA so it didn't occur to him to actually ask her about the men outside. Suddenly right before he could say anything one of the men outside threw a rock through the window right next to where MEA and Akin were standing. "What the hell!?" Akin asked picking up the rock and looking out the window. "What the hell are you people doing?!" One of the men outside sighed and looked up at Akin. "don't play stupid with us boy! We know your holding her in there! Just give us the girl and we'll leave you alone!!" MEA sighed and pulled Akin away from the window "stop yelling" she said closing the curtains as fast as she could hoping they didn't see her. She looked away from Akin and waited for him to ask questions or walk outside and talk to those men "I'm sorry...maybe I should just leave..." Akin looked at MEA with a little concerned expression on his face as he leaned in a bit more toward her. "What's wrong MEA....something troubling you?..." he asked with a little quiet whisper. After she looked away from him, he suddenly had gotten thoughts that maybe the girl those men were talking about was her. "MEA....do you know them?.." MEA looked up and Akin and frowned, she stepped back a little so akin wouldn't be so close. "Sort of" she said in a low voice, she knew this day would come but she honestly didn't think it would come so soon. "I'll be taking my leave now...I'll see you tomorrow" she said with a smile as she opened a window and jumped out, she was on the third floor, but she knew how to jump out a window without getting hurt. When she gracefully landed on her feet she immediately started to run as fast as she could, she looked behind her and sighed when she saw those men were right behind her. She knew she would have to lose them before she could go home, she didn't want them to know where she lived that would just make everything worse. MEA ran into the woods and tried her best not to leave footprints or make loud noises, with no where left to go she jumped up into a tree and sat there waiting for those men to leave or fall asleep. She knew it was going to take a while though so she closed her eyes hoping to get at least an hour of sleep, unfourtanetly she got about seven hours. Akin looked out the window with a bit of concern as he saw the men run after MEA. He frowned deeply as he turned around and grabbed his coat from the rack and looked down at his hands seeing as how they were shaking made him scared that he was doing this for someone else. He quickly clenched his fists tightly and thought about how MEA could be in trouble and ran out of his house.... I... I have to help her!!he thought trying to make his own body run even faster. When MEA finally woke up she looked down and saw the men weren't there anymore, she climbed down from the tree and looked around a few times just to make sure they weren't there anymore. She looked at her maids outfit and sighed, it was all dirty and torn, she ran home and changed into clean clothes and threw the maids outfit out. MEA looked at the clock seeing it was almost time Togo back to Akin's house. Akin stayed outside running and walking around town all night and nearly all morning to find MEA. He couldn't ever seem to find her, but he was determined no matter what that he'd find her. Sometimes he wanted to quit, but he kept himself going with basically just pure determination. I will find you... Mea...p-please be safe...he thought as he was starting to begin to limp without even realizing it. MEA sighed and walked out of her house in her black dress hoping Akin wouldn't get mad because he wasn't wearing her maids outfit. She walked around town for a little because it was a little too early to go to Akin's house. While she was walking she saw Akin climbing "What the heck?... What are you doing?!" she asked walking up to him, she had cuts and brushes all over her body from running threw thorn bushes and getting hit by branches but she hadn't realized it yet. Akin looked up slowly at MEA seeing how she looked all bruised and scratched. He frowned deeply but still deep inside he was happy to see how she was at least still alive. "Th-t.thank god...." he said with his frown slowly disappearing and turning into a weak smile as he collapsed onto the floor; falling asleep immediately. At least she's safe.... Finally.... I. I take a nap... "Akin?!" MEA yelled kneeling down and turning Akin over to see if he had a fever or something, she kissed his forehead and smiled when she realized he didn't have a fever. She picked him up and sighed "Wow, he's not a light as I thought" she said slowly walking to his house. As Akin slept, he felt MEA's slight kiss on his forehead making him smile and relax a little into her arms as she carried him. He didn't know he was being carried, nor did he even now he was even being moved at all. Akin thought that she would've left him there so that he'd wake up later on. Wh...why do I... I care for her so much?....when I....barely even know her.... I don't know why...b-but I love her... MEA smiled when the maids held doors open for her, when she got to Akin's room she laid him down on his bed and let out a sigh of relief "Either he's really heavy or I'm really weak" she said to herself as she sat down in a chair near his bed waiting for him to wake up. Akin slowly began to wake up on the bed a few minutes later as his eyes opened slowly and sat up on the bed. He yawned and stretched his arms out widely. "Ow....okay...that hurts..." he said, closing his eyes tightly and putting his hands onto his back then rubbing it. Akin didn't know that MEA was in his room so he felt a bit comfortable. MEA looked at Akin and smiled "I'm glad your okay, Akin" she said in a sweet voice. She stood up and walked a little closer to him, she leaned down and kissed his forehead again just to make sure he didn't have a fever because he didn't feel a little warm before. She pulled back and frowned, he did have a fever and a high one at that. "Lay down" she said gently making him lay down, she frowned when Akin's servant walked in and started to take care of him. She shook her head and slowly walked out of his room, she actually wanted to take care of him, but she was a maid not a servant. Akin looked over toward MEA when he heard her voice, once she kissed his forehead his eyes widened as he looked down blushing a bit brightly red. Umm...we-w-what was that for?..he thought, he turned his attention quickly back at her when she laid him down onto the bed and gasped slightly. When the servant came into the room and Akin saw how MEA left the room he quickly sat up looking at her. "W-w-wait!" he yelled a bit too quickly causing himself to cough violently. MEA quickly turned around when she heard Akin yell "What?" she asked walking over to his bed, when she heard him cough she leaned in a little closer and tilted her head "Are you okay?" she asked sweetly. A small frown appeared on her face when she saw hi servants lay him back down. She was hoping he would as her to stay, but she knew that probably wasn't going to happen, Akin looked up slightly at MEA with a frown on his face, his breathing was a bit heavy since he yelled with all his strength. "Please....DuPont go...." he said reaching over and grabbing onto her hand. Ever since Akin was little he never really liked or cared for anyone besides himself; but for some reason MEA was different, not that she was a mistune, but she seemed nicer than everyone else. "But I need to clean..." MEA said looking at the door then back at Akin, she sighed and put a smile on her face "Fine...I'll stay with you.if that's what you really want" she said. MEA pulled a chair closer making sure not to let go of Akin's hand, she sat down and looked at akin still surprised he wanted her to stay. Akin looked up at MEA with a little frown thinking that she said that she had to clean only for the money. Sh-she really wants to clean...huh...?he thought to himself and held onto MEA's hand a little tighter when she actually decided to stay with him. Akin glanced over toward the servant and shooed her away since all he really wanted was help from MEA. MEA smiled when she saw all his servants leave his room "Maybe that wasn't such a good idea... I'm not good at taking care of sick people" she said with a little laugh trying to hide the pain, saying that to Akin made her remember her sick mother that died a few years ago. She looked down at her hand and smiled seeing Akin grip tighten a little. Akin looked up at MEA with a little frown as he slowly began to loosen his grip on her hand. "I.... I don't care... I just want...you here..." he said as his eyelids began to get heavy, wanting to close themselves. MEA looked down at Akin and smiled "Get some rest...I'll be here when you wake up...I promise" she said hoping he would fall asleep instead a staying awake. She put her hand on his forehead to see if his fever was going down or up, he did fell hot but not as hot as before. Akin nodded when he heard what MEA said and closed his eyes slowly going to sleep. Since he was so tired he quickly fell asleep and let go of her hand, believing what she said that she'd be there when he woke up. I... I hope she wasn't lying to me...he thought as his dream was filled with fear that he was alone again. MEA smiled and ran her fingers threw Akin's hair when he fell asleep "Sleep well, Akin" she said sweetly. She let out a little yawn, she wanted to be awake when Akin woke up so she stood up and walked around trying not to fall asleep. She looked around his room and smiled, it was so nice compared to some of the other room in his house. After only a couple of minutes of sleeping, Akin reawakened only to see MEA walking around his room. He only kept his eyes open slightly and didn't sit up since he didn't really get much sleep so he couldn't really feel his body. "S-something wrong?..." he asked weakly trying to sit up, but as he tried his body immediately rejected it and forced him back onto the bed. "Huh...oh...nothing's wrong" MEA said walked back to the side of his bed "You need rest Akin...go back to sleep" she said sitting down. She was wondering if her walking around his room woke him up or something. Akin looked over slowly at MEA as he smiled and rolled to the side to look at her more clearly. "I.... I can't..." he said with a little whisper. "I'm in a bit of pain...." he said giving off a little weak laugh trying to lighten the mood of the room. "I.... I... I guess I... I really am weak, huh?..." he asked smiling nervously. MEA smiled and ran her fingers threw his hair "yeah...you shouldn't have spent the whole night looking for me" she said feeling like it was her fault Akin was like this. "Could you at least try?" she said with a look on her face that said 'Please for me?' Akin let out another little painful laugh when he heard the childish bag of MEA and smiled weakly as usual. "Aww... I... I can't deny something that cute...." he said with a little whispering tone as he slowly closed his eyes and grabbed onto her other hand gently. "Thank you, Akin" MEA said kissing his forehead, she was blushing, but thankfully Akin's eyes were closed. "Sleep well" she whispered just in case he was asleep, she decided to say sitting when he fell asleep so she wouldn't wake him up. Akin kept his eyes closed as he began to smile a little feeling MEA's hand was still in his, knowing she didn't leave his side this time. This time though, he was able to actually fall asleep, and his dreams were filled with a bit more happiness. MEA smiled and looked at the door noticing it was wide open and some of the maid were watching them, she wanted to get up and close the door in their face but she didn't want to let go of Akin's hand. Akin stayed sleeping as he didn't realize this whole time both him and MEA were being watched. As he kept sleeping his dreams seemed to keep changing from good ones into nightmares then back to good dreams. After a few minutes he let go of her hand and began to twist and turn on the bed. "No.... S-stop... S-stop.pl-please..." MEA looked at Akin with wide eyes "Akin? What's wrong?!" she asked making him a bit trying to wake him up "Please be okay" she said to herself as she continued to shake him. Akin didn't wake up as he kept twisting and turning on the bed trying to forget his dreams. "Ge-get out of my head!!" he yelled punching and trying to rip the bed a part. MEA frowned and slapped Akin across the face "I'm so sorry" she said hoping that would wake him up. Hopefully when he woke up he wouldn't be mad that she slapped him. ((maybe we should stop this role-play?......s-since I feel like...i-...I'm being a burden to you now....:())

A Private Rp (Bleeding and Happy)|rating:3.0

A Man and His Pet (Lord Dakol & IndefiniteEnd)

Name:Camille Age:21Gender:Female Height:5'3"Orientation:straight, submissive Personality:Exceedingly shy and unsure of herself, Camille is the poster child of an insecure girl. History:Growing up, Camille was teased endlessly about her different appearance. She's been tossed between foster homes for as long as she could remember, never having one real place to be loved. As such, she is a virgin in all aspects, the extent of her knowledge being kissing. Once she turned eighteen she was tossed out of the foster system, and has since been making do on her own, moving from job to job just enough to pay the rent. The final straw came when she was fired from her longest lasting employment, with the statement that she 'scared the customers'. Now she has nowhere to go, only a handful of money stuffed into her pocket, alone in the world.-------------------------------------------------------------Given the way the rest of her life had gone, Camille was honestly not surprised in the least when it started raining. While the other people on the sidewalks brought out their umbrellas, hurrying faster towards whatever their destination was, she remained at her slow pace, eyesight locked onto the dampened concrete. She had nowhere to go, nowhere to hurry towards with the promise of a hot drink and a home. Yesterday was the day she had to give up her small studio apartment, when she heard the muttered "Good riddance" coming from the landlord, when she lost what little she had. There was only a small bag she carried full of her belongings, a few pieces of clothing, a hairbrush, a toothbrush, and the last piece she had of her parents. The picture had grown worn and faded over the years, but Camille could still make out their faces, and that was all that mattered. Sure they hadn't wanted her for whatever reason, but they were still her parents, the closest she had to someone who cared about her. The boom of thunder sounded in the distance, making Camille's shoulders jump slightly in fright, wide eyes staring at the parking sky. Sure enough, the sky lit up, followed by more loud rolls of thunder. Just her luck, really. Come morning time, someone would find her hypothermia body lying in a gutter, and everyone's lives would go on. Tilting her head back to look at the sky, fat raindrops splattered across her face, her ears bent back in a desperate attempt to keep them dry. It didn't help, though, and the honey brown fur on them grew wet no matter what. She was only glad that she'd tucked her tail in under her jacket, so at least that would be dry..." Enough moping." She whispered angrily to herself, shaking her head as though that would free her of negative thoughts, "Shelter. I need shelter." Her eyes skimmed over the surrounding area, desperately trying to locate somewhere she could keep at leastsomewhatdry. Unlikely, yes, but she didn't exactly have anything better to be doing. With a soft grunt, David hopped down from the bus onto the sidewalk, carrying bags of groceries as he did so. Whistling quietly, the young man of 23 walked down the sidewalk with his black hoodie on, relieved that his things were going to be kept dry. Chewing on a piece of gum as he walked, he paid almost no attention to what he was doing, fantasizing about the warmth inside his one-bedroom apartment and cooking up his favorite dinner; fish sticks. As such, he had now way of noticing the small newsgirl that was standing in his way, even as he towered over her with his 6'4" and 160 lb. frame. A large collision resulted, hitting the poor girl as David tripped and dropped most of his groceries." Ack!"he exclaimed as he fell, though he laid on his back in order to cushion the blow." Oof..."he groaned, letting go of his bags as he surveyed the damage."Ah, crap... I'm sorry, miss,"he said demurely, not exactly looking at her just yet as he was busy gathering the stuff that was strewn about. She couldn't help but stumble forward at the sudden impact, though she managed to regain her balance before falling over. It was then that she stared at the stranger in what almost appeared to be horror, "No, it's my fault, I'm sorry." Camille whispered, hoping it was loud enough for the man to hear, yet not daring to repeat it. Immediately she set about helping him to gather his fallen belongings, all her previous efforts to remain dry foiled. A plastic bottle had rolled out of one of the bags, and was now beginning to drift away in the gutter. Without a second thought, she sprung forward to grab it, completely oblivious of oncoming traffic until a horn blared loudly at her. Not even slowing, a car zoomed past them, driver swearing angrily at her, straight through an already formed puddle which splashed both of the pedestrians with more water. Neck of the bottle now clenched firmly in her hand, she silently offered it back to the stranger, her now soaked hair clinging to her face in a way that she was sure looked ridiculous. Probably like a drowned rat, Camille couldn't help but think, which was painfully ironic for a neo like her. David grabbed a few small packages, quickly putting them in his bag before they got wet." What're you talking about? I was the one who was oblivious,"he countered with a quick smile as a water bottle rolled away. He saw her cat-like movement to grab it. Noticing the oncoming car, he sat up,"No, wait-!"it was already too late. Honking madly, the driver purposefully ran into a large puddle, soaking them both with water. David coughed, trying to get it out of his lungs when he saw the bottle in the girl's hand." You know... you didn't have to do that,"he said, but with a sigh as he took the bottle,"But thank you, miss." Looking down, he noticed his wet clothes and sighed."Ah, crap..."he muttered with a pouty expression. It was then he looked back up and saw the young girl's - admittedly cute - cat ears that came from her hair. Either she likes to cosplay away too much, or she's a Neo...he thought with surprise." Um... are you all right?"he asked in concern, for now ignoring the fact that his things were getting wet; after all, they were still covered by the bags. "No, it's alright,"she quickly murmured, letting the bottle slip from her hand into his before adding,"I'm alright." Her ears twitched involuntarily in an unconscious attempt to rid them of water. She eyed her now soaked clothes with distaste, discovering her tail to be wet as well. With a sigh, Camille let it twitch out from where she'd confined it under her jacket, where it too twitched a couple of times. Then she glanced back over at the stranger, and couldn't help but noticed that his eyesight was locked to the top of her head. Or, to be more specific, to her cat ears. He must have been too distracted previous to notice them, she summarized, and began to regret freeing her tail from it's hiding place." I'm sorry,"Camille quickly supplied, assuming that he would want to leave her presence, having stumbled upon her secret, as secretive as it was,"I've probably delayed you." She hurried to stand, barely even remembering when she had fallen, and attempted to discreetly shake as much water off of her as she could - not that it would make a lot of difference, since she'd be sleeping out in it. Behind her, her tail continued to twitch at intervals, the honey brown fur plastered down, making the whole thing look ridiculous. David couldn't help but trail his gaze over her small figure, able to her curves through the wet clothes, though he figured that she was wearing a bra underneath. Shaking his head of that thought, he also noticed her tail and lightly blushed in surprise. I've only seen her her ears and tails, but I already know she's extremely cute!he thought to himself. He noticed her demure expression as she saw that he was looking at her tail and ears. Slapping himself mentally, he moved forward and gently took her arm." No, it's all right, uh..."he looked at her things, seeing that she was traveling very light." Do you, uh... have somewhere to stay tonight? I sorta think that we bumped into each other since you were looking around,"he observed. David silently wondered if she would stay with him; only for a couple nights until she got back on her feet, of course. To say she was stunned would have been an understatement. This man she had barely known for five minutes was asking her if she had a place to go, when he was under no obligations to care. A feeling began to swell in Camille's chest, a feeling of hope that had been lost from her for a while, and a warmth seemed to radiate from the areas of their bodies that touched,"Are you offering to let me stay at your house?" She asked, truly hoping that she hadn't been misreading the signs. Was something finally starting to go her way...? In the back of her mind she recalled the stories one of her many foster mothers had told her, of strange men luring girls to them, to do terrible things to them. And while this could entirely be the case here, Camille found that she didn't particularly care. This was a stranger that, in the course of a few minutes, showed her more compassion than most people in her life had. Before she even realized it, a grin had broken out on her face and she couldn't help it. She hugged him. Granted, it only lasted a second or two before Camille recoiled in the shock of what she had just done." I'm sorry." She squeaked out instantly,"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." Of course, David was a shocked at himself, too. He doesn't usually loan out his house to complete strangers, but his parentsdidteach him to give unto others. Well, that and the young girl in front of him was too gorgeous to just say goodbye to." Well, uh... yeah, I am,"he answered with a sheepish chuckle and smile. In the course of a few seconds, he saw a brief grin on her face before her felt her arms wrap around him, giving him a rightist hug. An astonished look crossed his face, but quickly smiled after she apologized." That's all right. I suppose not many people offer you shelter, huh?"he asked curiously as he stood up, putting his hood back on. Looking down at her, he held out a hand with a bright smile. After helping her up, David picked up his bags with a grunt and looked at the girl." But, you know... you have to give me one thing before I let you in my apartment,"he said, glancing at her as he began to walk. Coming out of that hug, no matter how embarrassing it ended up being, was the worst decision she'd made all night. His body was warm against hers, despite the fact that they were both soaked to the bone, and the loss of it made her feel colder than she had before. So when he assured her that it was alright, there was only one thing Camille could think of. Will he let me do it again...?" Not really, no." She answered honestly to his question, grabbing her backpack from where it had fallen onto the wet concrete of the sidewalk. Nothing more needed to be said, though. She wasn't about to unload all of her problems over her life on a stranger, even if he was the nicest stranger she'd ever met. As he began to walk, Camille fell into pace alongside him, but hearing his last statement seemed to weigh her down,"I can't pay you,"she confided,"But I can cook, and clean, anything you want." Anything that will let me stay... she wanted to add, the offer of a dry place to sleep tempting her completely. The young man was surprised by her response; was it because she was a Neo? That couldn't be it... could it? Watching as she picked up her bag, he turned and began walking down the sidewalk in the rain. A chuckle suddenly came from his lips, which then turned into a quick laugh before he found his stability." What? No, no.! I just meant that I need your name; that way we won't be complete strangers,"he said, turning a corner and saw the apartment complex. Specifically, his room was three stories above the entrance, meaning he had a pretty good view of the city." You don't need to do anything; just knowing that I can help is enough payment,"he replied truthfully as he waited for cars to pass to jay-walk, hurriedly dashing across the street to the other side. Glancing back, he waved over to the girl to run. "O-oh..." Now she just felt silly. It wasn't until she too had dashed across the wet streets that she spoke once again,"My name is Camille,"she responded happily, an air in her voice that had been long gone,"I must insist on helping you,"she then continued,"It wouldn't feel right if I didn't do anything for you." As they kept walking another roll of thunder echoed through the sky, the flash of lightening seemingly missed by the two of them. The sudden noise made Camille jump slightly, just as it had earlier that evening, and she found herself inexplicably moving to walk closer to her companion. She had never been fond of thunder and lightning, or rainstorms in general, but she bore through them. Nevertheless, she wrapped her arms around herself in an act of self comfort, the security and relative warmth that came from it easing her mind." What's your name?" Camille asked, having just realized that she had never returned the favor of asking him. It would hardly do to not know the man willing to house her, even if it was only for one night. "Camille?"he repeated, blinking a few times as he associated the name with her." Wow, that's a cute name,"he admitted aloud, not realizing it. A sigh left his lips as she insisted on being useful somehow,"Well, I can find something for you to do, I suppose,"he said absentmindedly, not at all thinking what most men would in his situation. Hearing the thunder, he looked up and smiled; rain, lightning, and thunder seemed comforting to him, for some reason. It wasn't for Camille, obviously."Are you okay?"he asked as they reached the stairs. He needed a free hand in order to walk the stairs; David remembered trying once and ended up with a broken leg." Oh... the name is David; David Hadleigh,"he said, giving her a quick handshake to not drop the bags. Never again...he thought bitterly, then looked at the young Neo as he prepared to take her up on her offer." All right, can you carry the bags in my right arm?"he asked, knowing that they were light and easy to carry by themselves. Attempting to hand them to her, he began to climb the stairs, glancing back every second or so to see if she was okay. A short while later, they finally reached the third story, where his door was just down the hall. Quickly getting out his keys, he swiftly unlocked the door to allow Camille in. His apartment was relatively well-kept; the only things that were out of place were a few DVDs and water bottles that were laying by the couch. He lived in a medium-sized apartment, complete with a full kitchen, a large bedroom, and a bathroom. Cute...? He thought her name was cute? It was a word used to describe her only a handful of times, usually by small children who didn't realize that she was different from them, that just saw the ears and the tail and thought of it as a costume." I'm alright,"she murmured,"Just don't care for storms. It's a cat thing, you know?" Camille tried to send her comment off with a laugh, though it ended up sounding forced. When they reached his building, she took the bags offered to her without a word, and climbing behind him silently. When they reached David's room, she took a moment while still in the doorway to quickly glance over what she could see of the apartment. It was significantly bigger than her studio apartment had been, though that wasn't much of a surprise. Camille spent an extra moment eying the couch, where she assumed she would be spending the night." Do you..."she paused, trying to find the right words to give voice to her thoughts,"Do you have some clothes I could borrow for the night? Mine are all soaked..." She held up her drenched bag as if it were a piece of evidence to support her story, and looked at her savior, hopefully. David saw this gaze at his couch, and shook his head but stayed quiet. Moving in past her, he set the heavy stuff down in the kitchen, and took the bags from her arms with another thank you. He began to put away the milk and the other things that needed to refrigerated, and looked at Camille when she held her her bag. With a chuckle, he thought to himself. Well, I have some extra t-shirts that would certainly fit her, but all I have are jeans, he thought. Since he slept in just his boxers, he didn't have any sort of sweatpants for her to wear, so the only alternative would be... Damn." Uh, yeah I do. But go take a shower, all right? I don't want you getting a cold before dinner."he said, which was a that a parent would give their child. Then, before he forgot, he looked at her sheepishly,"Uh, this might sound stupid or stereotypical, but do you like fish?"he asked with a nervous smile. "Are you sure?" She asked hesitantly, "It's your place, you should shower first..." Camille was aware that she should have worried a little about the uneasiness in his voice when he said he had something she could wear, yet she couldn't find it in herself to really care. No matter how much she protested, a shower sounded amazing, and with the promise of food afterward... How could a man she'd known for such a short period of time make her feel more welcome than those that had supposedly been her family? She couldn't help but giggle at how flustered he was asking, so she responded with a bright smile,"I love fish,"Camille confided,"As stupid and stereotypical as that is." Looking at David now, it seemed almost silly that she had asked to borrow clothes. The man was easily a foot taller than her, anything he owned would be far too big to actually fit her. Though she didn't particularly mind. Any dry clothes, baggy or not, had to be better than what she was currently wearing. "I'm sure! Now go,"David countered with a smile. Turning to the frozen bag, he began preparing as he heard her response. A blush came to his cheek as she did so and left the room. A worrisome expression crossed his face as he thought about the clothes he had to give her for the night. Besides an extra shirt, she would have to wear a pair of his boxer-briefs. They were clean, of course, but the notion made him shake his head in shame. When he went to play soccer with his friends in the park, he had to switch out his normal boxer for the combination, in case his manhood was in danger of getting hit because it hung there. There would certainly be tight on her - as they are on him -, but in this situation it would be better than just having her sleep in just a t-shirt. Needing no further encouragement, Camille turned in the direction of the bathroom, only able to recognize it as such by the door being wide open. She slipped into the small room quietly, closing the door behind her but not bothering to lock it. David knew she was in here, so there shouldn't be a problem. Two towels lay draped over a towel rack and, unsure of which she was supposed to use, she simply grabbed one. Sliding open the glass shower door, she examined the knobs beneath the shower head, gently moving the lever from side to side until she found a nice temperature. Contrary to what people might think, she did like water when it came to showers or baths. It was just the cold stuff that Camille hated, because it always left her feeling even more miserable. Squirting a small blob of David's shampoo onto the palm of her hand, she spread it evenly through her hair, making sure to rub some on the backs of her ears. Five minutes later, when she felt significantly warmer and cleaner than she had in a while, she turned the water off and opened the shower door a crack, just enough to grab a towel. With the large terry cloth wrapped securely around her body, Camille stepped out, only to come to a startling realization. That was how, with a deep blush on her face, she left the bathroom clad only in a towel, heading back to the kitchen,"David? Could you get me some clothes?" By the time she was done, David had popped the food in the oven; now he had to wait about twelve minutes before they were done. His stomach rumbled in hunger as she walked out, though his back was turned when she asked him about the clothes. "Yeah, I already put some-!" he froze as he turned around, instantly seeing that she was only wearing a large towel. At once his mind began to wander, wondering what she looked underneath... when he did a literal facepalm, hitting his face with his hand in punishment for his thoughts." Ah, what're you doing? You could have just called from the bathroom,"he said, putting his hand back to his side as he moved past her, careful to not even touch her at the moment, lest he be thought a molester. Open the door to his room all the way, he walked to his bed to get the large white shirt and a pair of dark-blue boxer-briefs. His room - which was clean like the rest of his house - had several papers lying about, with words written and typed on the desk and his night-stand. On his desk was a sleek, black laptop that was supposedly used for writing these, and a calendar on the wall above the bed had several red circles on specific dates. Turning around, he nervously handed her the briefs and the shirt." Uh, here you go,"he said, allowing an awkward to ensue while she stood in his room.I've had a girl in here in my months... and the last time went terrible... now a neo girl is in here, in only a towel... and I'm not even going to ask her out, he thought with a sigh. He was staring at her, with a look in his eyes that she didn't quite recognize, and when he first spoke she couldn't help but feel silly for not having thought of it earlier." Yes, I suppose I could have..." Examining him more closely now, David looked almost... annoyed. And then only thing she could think of that could have made him instantly annoyed was her, and those kinds of thoughts were never kind to her. He hurried past her without as much as a second glance, and Camille followed him silently, being sure to keep her distance. She took the proffered clothes willingly, their hands brushing for an instant during the exchange. They stood there in an awkward silence for a moment, before finally she spoke up again,"You're sure it's alright for me to stay here?" When they'd been out in the rain, David had treated her kindly, as though she was just as human as he was. But now... now his actions reminded her of those of the children who taunted her, the adults who scorned her, of everyone Camille had thought David wouldn't be. She couldn't help the distressed look that covered her face, and the tight grip she had on the towel loosened, though she still clutched it to her body as a safeguard. After another moment's silence, Camille asked him to reassure her stay. Another moment before he sighed heavily, shaking his head at himself." Yeah, of course it's all right. It's not you,"he said with a sincerely apologetic look on his face to dispel the distress that was in her mind. Looking around his room, he stepped around her, still not wanting to touch her until she got dressed." You can change in here, all right? After you do, I need to... talk to you,"he murmured in her ear, breathing gently down her neck as he did so, then left the room by closing the room. After doing so, he sat on the floor and leaned against the wall, placing his face in his hands." Dammit... how can she freak trust me now.?"he muttered. Slowly standing up, he walked over to the three-person table and sat down, waiting for Camille to finish.((All right, I need to sleep. I think I'm gonna fall asleep at the desk if I write anymore, he... I'll be on after I wake up. Night, End.)) ((It's quite alright, I'm passing out as soon as this is posted...)) Somehow his reassurances didn't seem to do her much good when he deliberately stepped around her. But then his breath was on her neck, and it sent shivers down her spine." Talk...?" Camille murmured to herself once he had closed the door behind him, only now letting the towel drop to the floor to inspect the clothes she was given. A shirt that would likely go down to her mid-thighs, and briefs. Thinking about it, she decided it shouldn't have surprised her that much. The only way David would have pants lying around that would fit her was if his girlfriend had left them, and while Camille was no expert in relationships, she was fairly confident that a girlfriend wouldn't be okay with him taking in a strange girl. So she slipped the briefs on easily before pulling the t-shirt over her head, feeling her breasts sag without the support of a bra. She scooped the towel up to deposit in the laundry hamper she'd seen in the corner of the bathroom before making her way back towards the kitchen." David...?" She found him sitting at the table and, though exceedingly anxious, sat down across from him,"What do you want to talk about?" Looking up, David's eyes widened at the sight of Camille in his t-shirt, though he couldn't see the briefs no matter how hard he tried. Now she looked like a girlfriend that had spent the night, which produced a sigh directed towards himself. He looked at her when he began to talk, but a sneeze then interrupted him mid-sentence. Despite changing into a clean pair of jeans and t-shirt, he seemed he had caught a bit of a cold from getting splashed on, and not getting a shower right away like Camille did. However, her well-being matter more to him than his own, and so he was willing to brave a little cold for her." Um... I wanted to apologize. Bringing you here, saying that you don't owe me anything? I don't want you to think that I want something else from you,"he said, trying to hint at the word "sex" without actually saying it. She could tell that he looked a little paler than she remembered, and a wave of guilt washed over her. It hadn't been fair, to take the first shower from her host, and now David was going to suffer for it. His heavy sigh, and a harsh sneeze, only made her feel worse. And, when he apologized, Camille couldn't help but feel... unsurprised. David regretted his decision, and- And then he continued, making her eyes widen,"Something else? Something else like what?" When she thought about it for another moment, it hit her, "Oh!" She felt her face flush as the word he'd been implying ran across her mind, "No, that's never what I thought! I mean, if you want to, I-"Then Camille realized what she had just said, and her face grew even darker,"Not that I- I mean you're really nice, and sweet, and..." Her shoulders slumped as she realized she was just digging herself into a deeper hole." This sounds weird, since I haven't even known you for an hour, David, but... You've been nicer to me than anyone I can remember. I know I'll only be staying here for a night, but I like you, and I'll do anything to thank you." The fact that she hadn't even thought about the possibility both shocked and surprised David, and was greatly relieved to have her know there was no pressure at all. But as she continued to talk, a blush as almost as dark as hers appeared on his face, and shook his head." That's not necessary, Camille. Well, of course I've thought about it but... argh!"he groaned at himself, which was obvious this time." I want you to know that I'm not asking anything of you at all."he said, enunciating those words to get his point across.((He-he, I was able to post. Don't know if I will be able to anymore, but I'll try!)) 'I've thought about it'. The statement was more than enough to make her heart start to pound wildly, the idea that there wassomeonein this world that had considered being with her making her almost... giddy." I understand." Camille answered, unable to keep a smile away from her face,"And I want you to know that you could ask anything of me, and I would do it." She was surprised at how stable her voice was as she spoke, never having imagined being in this situation with anyone." I told you, David. I like you. If you would like me to cook dinner, or clean your house, or go to your bed, I would be more than willing." One of her hands fiddled with the bottom edge of the shirt she was wearing, wrapping the fabric around her finger a couple of times. When she had sat down, the shirt had been hiked up some, leaving more of her pale legs exposed, but she didn't seem to notice. All Camille cared about right now was the answer that David would give her.((It's quite alright~ Family > role-playing XD)) Uh... what would this situation be called? Someone who would do anything for someone if it made them happy... Oh, yeah; master... and pet. David coughed at the thought, his mind settling in on the fact that she was a Neo made it appropriate. But it wasn't! Shaking his head, David cleared his throat." Well, I thank you for the response, but it won't-"he regretted saying this, but was relieved to hear the oven ding as the smell of hot fish sticks filled the air. His stomach growled as he nervously stood up, glancing at Camille with a small smile before he began to take out the fish carefully, using oven mitts in order to not burn himself." Uh, do you like anything with it? Tartar sauce, ketchup.?"he asked, placing the hot cookie sheet down on the stove. She didn't get the chance to say another word before the oven dinged merrily, and instantly her head snapped over towards it. It hadn't even occurred to her until now that she was starving. But she'd already deprived David of a shower, leading him to his current sickly face, how could she accept more? Especially given his insistence to not have her do anything... Eventually, in response to his question, Camille replied,"Oh, no I'm good." The words were accompanied by a smile, and she couldn't seem to tear her gaze from him. What was it about this man that fascinated her so? It had to be more than David treating her well, right? Camille couldn't help but wish she wasn't quite so clueless when it came to reading her own emotions... David nodded once as he looked at Camille and figured it had been a while since she had eaten, a proceeded to give her many fish. He had plenty, so it was no problem as he gave her a plate full of hot breaded fish." Eat up!"he exclaimed happily, placing his own plate on the table with ketchup and tartar sauce before beginning. Him eating seemed to be the only thing keeping his mind off of Camille and her offer, but even then it was hard thinking about anything else. No other previous woman had him this flustered and nervous before. Was it because of her offer... or maybe because parallelized her? He couldn't tell. After halfway finishing his food, he looked up to see Camille." How is it?"he asked. It had taken him weeks to perfect the way he made the fish sticks. The first time he had almost burned the kitchen down! As soon as the plate was set before her, Camille was eating it as quickly as she could. It was hardly very polite, she was well aware of that, but she'd yet to eat all day and as such she was starving. She only looked up when David asked her how it was, noticing with a slight mortification that he was only halfway through his plate while hers was already almost empty." Delicious." She squeaked out, once again terribly flustered. Her tail flicked out of where it had been trapped underneath the large shirt, flicking back and forth naturally. Now the shirt back was lifted slightly, so the appendage could fit out, revealing more of her pale skin." I want you to know, David,"Camille began,"How truly thankful I am for this. If it weren't for you, I'd be sleeping out in the rain right now..." David's eyes were visibly widened at the rate of her eating, but returned to normal when he remembered that he expected this." Good,"he replied with a smile, adoring the squeaks that slipped from her mouth. His eyes flickered over to her skin, breathing in deeply as he slowly imagined the feel of his skin against hers, hot and sweaty as he began to-"..."he mentally slapped himself, and quickly got up take her plate with a dark blush. He naturally filled back up again, with almost the same amount as before." I know! It's no problem, Camille. But... you're welcome,"he said with a chuckle as he set the plate down in front of her." Do you want anything to drink?"he asked. She couldn't help but stare wide-eyed at the second plate he brought her, and without a second thought she protested, "Oh, no, I'm good! You should eat it." What had she done to earn this amount of caring from a stranger? As he asked her if she wanted a drink, Camille shook her head frantically, "Really, David, you don't have to do all this." And though the words had left her mouth, she didn't mean them. Being waited upon was a pleasant change, being respected meant the world to Camille right now. Without so much as a second thought, she pulled David down by his shirt and hesitantly pressed their lips together. "It's fine, Camille! I have more than enough; my job pays well,"he replied with a bright smile. Putting his food away on the counter, he turned to Camille." I really don't mind doing the-"he stopped mid-sentence, his words quickly being replaced with a soft yelp as the young Neo tugged him down by his shirt and slowly kissed him. He was about to protest, when the realization of her soft, sweet lips were on his. A soft sigh left his mouth as he cautiously grazed his lips against hers, kissing her back as he was engulfed in sweet bliss. They stood there with their lips locked for a moment, before the full realization of what she had just done began to sink into Camille's mind, and she jerked away." I'm sorry! I don't know what just came over me." She stared at his face intently, watching for any signs as to what he was feeling. Not for one moment did she regret it, however. David's lips had been soft and warm against her own, and the heat radiating off of his body made her want nothing more than to curl up against it. Still, she was obviously flustered, her face bright red. Heart pounding incessantly in her chest, she continued to scan the taller man's face for any indication of what he had thought of the kiss. It seemed to her as though he was kissing back, but she needed the verbal comfort." I told you, David." She whispered, hoping for the best,"I like you..." When she left his lips, David heard a soft moan escape from his lips. He slowly opened his eyes as he noticed his breath was heavy, and unusually hot. Several blinks happened in the span of a few seconds, trying to gain control over his words." It, um... I..."he stuttered, his eyes wandering around before finally focusing on Camille as once again another blush appeared on his face." Camille, I..."he began, gulping hard in order to complete his sentence,"I like you too."he finished, but it seemed he wasn't done yet." But..."he sat on the floor, leaning against the cabinets as his hands shook gently." It doesn't feel right to be... taking advantage of you like this." Her heart was pounding so loudly Camille was surprised that she even managed to hear David's words. But she did, and they only served to make her more confused." Taking advantage of me... how?" She questioned softly, eyes staring down at where the man was now sitting on the kitchen floor. While she had an idea of what he was talking about, Camille wanted to hear the words come from his mouth. She needed to hear it, needed it like she needed air. Did David really care for her that much? There was only one way to find out... A few moments of silence creeped by as he formed his response. David could have just taken her offer, done whatever he liked with her, and then kicked her out. But... he liked her too much." You probably like me because I helped you. I-I think it's called a hero complex; I help you, and you think you like me until the thrill of being "saved" is over,"he said sadly, his eyes locked on the floor as he said this. He hated the possibility that it might be true, but if she liked him for... well, him, then... "I think..." She began hesitantly, not quite sure where she was going with this statement, but she knew she had to follow it through to the end,"I think I like you because you're nice to me. You treat me like I'm human, and that's never happened before." Camille's words were honest, and though she tried to mask the pain behind them, she didn't quite manage." If that's what you call your 'hero complex', then so be it. But unless you stop being nice to me, I doubt these feelings with fade." It was odd for her, Camille realized, to be this open and vulnerable to someone she barely knew. Normally she'd be quiet and shy, accepting whatever the other person gave her, regardless of what it was. Now she was practically fighting for what she wanted, and that alone was severely out of character for her. David's eyes opened and widened with every word; she had countered with a solid argument." I see..."he murmured softly, slowly looking up at her with a gentle smile. Grunting softly, the young man stood up and looked at Camille. He then took a few steps toward her,"Then I won't stop..."he said quietly as he sat down back on the floor and leaned in. It was then his heart jumped as he kissed her again, grazing his lips against hers a bit more deeply this time as he hesitantly placed his hands on her hips, and pulled her off the chair, gently falling into his lap as he kissed her more fiercely. A wave of relief flooded over her as David conceded, and as his lips met hers once again she couldn't help but grin. She was pulled off of her chair easily, settled comfortably in his lap. Heart racing, Camille moved her legs so they were wrapped around his waist, making their position even more comfortable. Their kiss grew more intense, and she opened her mouth to allow him better access as their tongues danced around each other. She could feel her tail resting across one of his legs and could only hope he didn't mind. After a brief moment of thought, Camille wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling them closer. David grunted as she wrapped her legs and arms around his waist and neck, pulling them ever closer as their kiss became more passionate and deep. Her tongue and saliva tasted like nectar to him as his tongue wrestled with hers as his fingers gently rubbed her waist, squeezing gently before wrapping his arms around her. The presence of Camille's crotch that lay against his waist began to make his own manhood aroused, slowly making it larger and larger until the shaft laid directly against her pussy." Ah..."he moaned softly, breaking their kiss for a moment before sucking gently on her lower lip and resumed their kiss again. The fingers running all over her was setting her body on fire, and Camille had never felt this way before." What do you do to me...?" She murmured into his mouth, not daring to pull too far away from him, as though David would vanish if she did. And judging by her experiences, she had more than enough reason to fear that. Camille could feel him hardening beneath her, a tell-tale bulge pressing up against her crotch. It made her heart pound in her chest, and she found herself to be exceedingly nervous. She made herself pull away again to whisper to David,"I... I've never done this before..." David felt her words vibrate into his mouth, and smiled gently as he kissed her again." Heh..."he chuckled, embracing her tighter as his manhood throbbed inside his jeans, which were become tight. A sigh left his lips as she broke the kiss, and looked at her slight surprise." Really.?"he asked softly,"We don't have to do anything more than this, Camille... god, I'm happy with just kissing you for hours,"he replied. "But you want it." Camille responded breathing, moving her head to bury it in the crook of his neck,"You could teach me, couldn't you?" Even with all her inexperience, she could easily tell that David desired her, given the way he was straining to contain himself." What do you want me to do...?" It was entirely true; David wanted her greatly, and restrained himself from his mind taking over. But it was truly clear that Camille was ready to give herself over to him... and he couldn't deny that." I could... I will..."he whispered, his breath hot and heavy. Gently moving his arms up, he slowly took her arms away from his neck and proceeded to move her legs. The sudden disappearing of pressure from his manhood made it throb madly inside his pants, but knew he could wait. Placing his hands on her hips, he easily adjusted her position so that she was facing away from him, her back now pressing against his crotch. Kissing her neck softly, his hands reached under her arms and gently grabbed her breasts. She let out a tiny squeak as David shifted her around, but allowed herself to rest against his chest. As his hands found their way to her breasts, Camille let out a muffled moan, her head falling back to rest on his shoulder. His erection was less obvious now that she had changed her position, but it was still there. He ached for her, and Camille would do whatever she could to satisfy that for him. David slowly massaged her breasts, his fingers rubbing the mounds of flesh as he kissed her neck a few times more, even nibbling gently as his teeth trailed up her neck and to her ear. Hearing Camille's moan made his cock throb hard as it grew a little more, and the young man found her slightly erect nipples through her shirt. Using his index finger and thumbs, he slowly rubbed them, making them hard and erect enough to be noticed through her shirt.

A Man and His Pet (Lord Dakol & IndefiniteEnd)|rating:2.0

All Hope Is Gone (SinfullyShy & Darkcide)

(United States had long been a nation on the decline. American exceptionalism, substandard educational standards, overly-aggressive foreign policy, perpetual warfare and ever-increasing gaps in wealth. It was the fall of Rome all over again, but it was only after one false flag operation too many, and a breach that made Snowden seem tame by comparison. Eventually the rest of the world reacted. A coalition of powers that took exception to America, and its overreaching pooled together, and they masterminded a retrovirus. The virus was not contagious, but it did prove effective. The American military was pulled into a fruitless war, and the mainland was then exposed to the virus. It solely targeted men, and the majority of the male population of the United States was subjected to slow, tortuous deaths. The audacity of the attack, and the lack of defenses back home demoralized the troops, and the war was lost quickly. The invasion would follow shortly after, with the invaders of the coalition moving right in. The few remaining men were killed off, and the women were left ripe for the picking. For the American women, that was only the beginning of their Hell. The colonizers live in the untouched homes, and have taken control of all systems and facilities, and the women were used solely for breeding and pleasure. They were reduced to property, and the young camp; physically attractive were prized above all else. An entire market opened around the women, with most finding themselves abused to death inside large-scale brothels that were established. Others are purchased by the wealthy, and used as their owners see fit. A truly attractive virgin went for top dollar, and were only accessible to the most elite. The majority of the men who came over and established themselves were criminals of some sort or another, and that brings us to Malik Mambas, or Dante Hassan as he went by in the present. The anonymity was required, given his choice in careers. There were certain dangers that came with arms trafficking, but Dante was a professional. The crew he surrounded himself with, were all professionals, and he'd made an excellent living for a number of years. The son of East African immigrants, and raised in the United Kingdom, he served with distinction in the military where he went on to make a number of the contacts that would prove vital to his business. Many of the organizations that would become vital to the Coalition were among his clientele. His reputation and his credibility were crucial elements in assisting with coordination. He was not a member of the coalition, but the already wealthy arms dealer became filthy rich, and he brokered several deals that saw the delivery systems for the retrovirus moved to the hands that needed to get them.(was shrewd, and he recognized nothing lasted forever. His residence in the United Kingdom was retained, as was his business interests there. He however decided to take a well deserved extended vacation to America after it was said and done. Purchasing a spacious beachside mansion, and bringing over a few guys while building up a new crew, he continued working during the vacation. Many slave catching outfits were in operation, and they all needed high-end equipment. A distressing number of women were living off the grid, desperately avoiding capture. They needed to be tracked, they needed to be subdued in a non-lethal manner, and they needed to be brought in absent marred flesh. A whole new market opened, and he supplied this outfits with the equipment that they needed to operate. He'd visited brothels, but grew tired of them, and he'd gone through a few slaves himself before deciding it was time to spring for a top-shelf item. A virgin. They were investments, and they absolutely cost. But the way he saw it, it was well worth it, and he could more than afford it. Business was booming. Every footstep clicked, as he was led through the halls. The arms trafficker was clad in all black, aside from his tie and the dark purple suit vest he wore. A pair of black dress pants, a black shirt, and black alligator skin Belvedere dress shoes. A suit clad attendant led him past two armed guards, "Mr. Hassan, if you'll follow me into here. These are where our top shelf items are. I've been told that price is not a problem for you, sir?" Dante spoke in a low, distinctly English cockney accent, "No, not a problem." The attendant smiled at the verification and brought him into a room. He gestured at a row of glass cases, each one had a nude young woman inside of them. Their arms were held upwards and suspended, and they were forced to stand upright. The cases showed everything, and they had buttons that when pressed displayed statistics for the woman inside. There were the standards such as height, weight, age and measurements. But another push would reveal more intimate details. They were graded on things such as tightness, genital moisture, pain tolerance and responsiveness. It felt like he'd wandered through the room for an eternity, each girl looked better than the last. It must have been right before closing time when he sawherfor the first time. A brunette, with a pair of eyes that truly popped. On top of that she had a naturally curvy body that look toned on top of everything else. It was clear she took care of herself. Dante stopped in front of the cage, and he carefully went over every stat on her, he could find. The immediate things that would pop out about him were his age, he was older than her to be sure, but significantly younger than every other man that considered buying her. He appeared to be in his early 30s. He was tall, handsome and had an athletic build. If looks were of importance to one of the girls there, he'd be by far the best possible option for a buyer. But then he was there to purchase her, he could afford her, and he had the desire to. It said a lot about his morality. Manipulating the dial, he had the inside of the case rotate her around so he could get a better look before addressing the attendant with, "I'd like this bird for a private inspection." The attendant nodded, "Very good sir, right away. Please proceed to room 7, and we will have her brought to you." His feet clicked as he was led to the inspection room, a low lit small yet tastefully designed space with a velvet couch which he sat upon in wait for her. (never thought it would happen to her. That she would witness the complete destruction of her society. Maybe that was just a first world non-issue. Maybe she had just been privy to a false sense of safety that Americans inflated. The United States of America was indestructible with a military enormous enough to crush anyone... or so everyone thought. Too many global wounds had arisen from greed and inflated confidence. Too much hatred spread within the world. Too many imperialistic policies. A country divided with few concerned about politics and war. Most of the middle class and poor citizens were just trying to survive, to move from day to day unscathed. Too much ignorance. It was this that resulted in the complete fall of the U.S.A. It started slowly. Furthermore, it built and bubbled until finally the fight came home. Maybe Ellie would have seen it coming if she watched the news, if she had been more politically inclined, if she had just paid fucking attention. She didn't though. She was too wrapped up in survival. In making the woes of her family disappear. In making life livable. Her first year in high school was when shit hit the fan at home. Her brother overdosed, and the funeral expenses were insane. Furthermore, her family was already in debt and her mother was already starting to drink too much. The mortgage was getting later with each passing month, and she watched as her family deteriorated, as her mother lost her job, and as her father grew quieter. She hated the way the pain was warping her family, destroying their success. They were going to lose the house if the money stopped coming. So Ellie picked up the slack. No one asked her to, nobody forced this role upon her, but she had to save her family. She had to fix it, including preventing her mother from melting away and turning into an alcoholic. So Ellie began working under the table until she was old enough to transition legally into the work force. Every single penny went toward the mortgage and every bit of her extra time was spent being there for her family. She was the strong one, the tree trunk of the family. She supported them all and helped her mother pull herself out from the depths of grief and despair. Although, the death an of child is something no mother could completely get over. Yet, she was able to kick the drinking and with a mild anti-depressant, keep living and loving the way she had before. Ellie sacrificed everything for her family. She didn’t participate in extracurricular's, didn’t have a close group of girlfriends, didn’t have a boyfriend, and most certainly didn’t apply to college. How could she spend 4 years at a university when she was helping keep her household afloat. Her dad was a hard worker. He worked six days a week, but he just didn’t pull in the income. Her mother was slowly integrating back into the work force and getting use to dealing with the public again. What Ellie didn’t see coming, was what killed her though. Her father got sick first. They had noticed a cough in her sophomore year of high school, but despite prying and prodding to go to the doctor, her father reported he was fine. As the year progressed he got worse, deteriorating slowly. He finally had to stop working in her senior year. That is when the news reports finally began. When they documented that a biological warfare attempt had been ongoing on the continental US. If Ellie had been more observant she would have seen that all the men looked sick and ill. Everyone grew frantic. A hysteria began. Was there anyway to fix it? Ellie found out the hard way that it was only the beginning. Her father passed shortly after she graduated and the icing on the cake was her mother losing her damn mind. She passed as well, but from grief and despair. Ellie was growing harder each day, her mind fraying at each loss of her family. It wasn’t long after that true chaos began, when the invasion finally happened a few months after all the men began to succumb to death. They came in the night. Bullets sounded like rain as they popped off from the guns. That’s when she lost her last brother. Ellie was able to elude capture for a while. A few months of living off the grid like an animal with her sisters, but nothing lasts forever. Not in the new world, not with coalition stalking around for women. They were caught on a food run. Trapped, hounded, separated. She had never screamed and fought so hard in her life before, but it meant nothing. It was all for nothing. So here she was. Strapped in a glass box, prostrated and on display for men and women of wealth. Her hands were strapped above her head, her wrists across each other in a “X” pattern for hours at a time. Of course, she didn’t immediately transition to the display room. She had been brought to intake and then tested. She had been examined and violated. Other women had strapped her down to a metal table, put her feet in stir-ups, and pressed their gloved fingers inside of her depths. Probing around until their fingers met the thin veil of flesh marking her as a virgin. The girl touching her, probing her, yelled virgin out loud and then other women scurried around her. One had a tablet where it looked like she was typing, but she didn’t know what or why. The women with the tablet and dead eyes asked for her name and Ellie refused to answer. It was then the women informed her that if she didn’t answer she would just be given a new name. Ellie didn’t want to lose her name, her identity. She didn’t want to forget herself in this new world. Through gritted teeth she responded “Ellie Anderson” With that the women typed away, and somehow had gained access to her records. Her name, date of birth, birthplace, parents, and even her work history. All the information was there in a few minutes. She read the stats out loud for everyone to hear.“Ellie Anderson. Born on December 17, 2000, on a Sunday. This makes her 18 years, 6 months, 3 weeks, and 6 days old. She recently graduated from high school and has worked various jobs since she was 16. She was born in Massachusetts. Now let's begin our other tests ladies” Ellie swore, bit, struggled, and growled like a wild animal, but it didn’t stop any of it. She was touched and caressed in so many places, made to orgasm by clitoral stimulation all while the bitch who looked her up took notes on her tablet. The worst part was the complete lack of control. That nothing she did stopped them from touching her. Their hands gripped every inch of her skin. They noted when she squirmed or sighed, or when her body had an involuntary reaction. When the girls ran their fingertips over her nipples, and they hardened they noted it as an erogenous zone. When they kissed every inch of her skin and she felt her pussy clench when their mouths were behind her ear, on her neck, or on her thighs she heard them note these areas as erogenous zones. She hated when their fingers drifted over her anus. She cussed so loud, but somehow they noted that area of her body as an erogenous zone as well. They rated her sensitivity as high, especially after they placed a vibrator to her clit and she came apart in mere minutes on the high setting. They also rated her as tight, which they tested by inserting their fingers very shallowly into her sex and determining how much she could take before squealing and by how much she gripped their fingers. Furthermore, they rated her as a 9 for tightness. She was also rated as an 7 for genital moisture as throughout the testing she remained wet and moist, but she wasn’t dripping onto the table. Her responsiveness was rated high as well, one girl even chuckled that she couldn’t hide her pleasure if she tried. Ellie tried to bite that girl when her hands grazed over her lips during one of the tests. The last test was the pain tolerance test. She was rated moderately for that. They didn’t whip her or beat her. Instead, they strapped electrodes to her body to deliver pain to her muscles. The first shock did little, but as the test intensified Ellie was gritting her teeth and swearing. Until finally, the pain made her whimper, but that wasn’t enough. They needed her to cry, to beg to stop, and when she begrudgingly did so she was rated at 6 for her pain tolerance. Ellie was allowed to rest after her testing for a few days before she was provided with education regarding her new status. She was told she would be sold to wealthy families, single men, or women, or even couples who wanted a virgin slave to break and shape. She was educated on the expectations of her behavior, but she remained defiant. Furthermore, she was angry, pissed off, and sure as hell not acting like a docile little rabbit. It was this that kept her in that glass box for far longer than her sellers anticipated. She found interesting ways to dissuade buyers from purchasing her. Whenever they would request a private meeting she would spend the first few minutes observing the individual or couple in her presence. You could tell a lot by just observing someone, figure out what makes them tick. Some couples were posh and dainty and if you did something disgusting they would rescind their interest. Some were all about control and if you did nothing they asked they got frustrated. Some didn't like women who swore, some didn’t like women who didn’t act like a lady. She found various ways to make people decide against her. Her sellers found interesting ways to punish her, but they could never do anything too drastic because it would affect her value, which they marketed as high because of her virginity and her looks. Today, she figured would be no different as she hung from the ceiling, given just enough leeway so that her feet could remain flat on the floor. She only knew someone was looking at her when her body began to rotate, front to back and side to side. The glass was clear, but it didn’t provide her with a view. Only her reflection. Her face remained stone like as she knew the person on the other side was looking at every inch of her curvy, yet sculpted body. That her breast size was listed as D on their screen and her weight listed at 140 lbs, which was healthy for a woman listed as 5” 5’. You could tell she was fit just by looking at her. She had an hourglass figure and a taut, flat tummy that tapered out into wide hips with two, large round cheeks showcasing her apple bottom. Her body was void of hair, accept a thin, brunette colored landing strip on her Mons pubis and her full head of long, thick chestnut colored hair. She knew the person behind the glass requested a meeting with her when three women entered her glass box and began unstrapping her. Their eyes were all serious as they led her to the meet and greet room. On the way to the room one of the head sellers hissed at her to be good. If she stayed their much longer without selling they would just give her to a brothel. Ellie didn’t care about that threat. What she cared about was getting the fuck out of this retched country and finding her sisters. When the door to the familiar low lit room opened, Ellie stepped in tentatively. She moved carefully, but with confidence all the same. She refused to show fear as she squinted her eyes and focused in on the man sitting on the couch. The first thing she noted about him was that he was young compared to the men and women who graced her with their presence. In fact, he was actually quite handsome, albeit serious and stone-faced. She could tell, even with his tight-fitting, and obviously expensive suit, that he was fit and that strong muscles filled every inch with his suit. His alligator skin shoes gave her a small hint into his character, into the type of ruthlessness and coldness he probably dealt. An alligator was a strong, ruthless animal with no predators. This man seemed like that; however, beyond that assessment she was having trouble reading him and figuring out what would dissuade him from his purchase of her. She didn’t speak and she didn’t approach him. They seemed to just stare at each other. (was a beast inside all men when they were free to act without the fear of reprisal. The current climate of the fallen United States reminded Dante in a lot of ways of the stories he'd read about the Old West in the Americas. He was like one of those prospectors, who had made the move to earn his fortune. That so many of the men who had come over were complete and utter sadists, it was inevitable. Even then, there were wholly different schools of sadism. Many of the men were just looking to indulge in their vices. They wanted to fuck a slave as much as possible, until their lust was utterly sated. Dante theorized that was most men. The problem was, that if a slave attempted to fight them, they would be beaten, and taken more forcibly. The fucking they did was nothing like the sort between a man and a woman in a relationship, they were often cruel, they were often base, and they did things they'd normally never be allowed to do with a woman. It was indulging in fantasy essentially. There were also a special class of sadists, these were the ones who utterly delighted in pain. They wanted to be as crude as possible, they wanted to hurt a woman, and they wanted the woman to articulate how much they were being hurt. He knew a few of them. Several of them got injections or imperfect surgeries to try to enlarge their cocks. Unfortunately for them, that technology was still lacking. The sizes they aspired to, Dante had naturally at his disposal, and that brought to mind the sort of sadist he was. He was unquestionably had sadistic tendencies. Years ago, when he was younger, he'd been diagnosed as a malignant narcissist. With him, pain was a means to an end, as opposed to the end itself. It was ultimately about control. Asserting himself over someone else, a means of gratification. It wasn't so much that he was inflicting pain on someone, as it was one of the purest expressions of the feeling he chased. Dante was perfectly capable of enjoying sex without inflicting pain. When it came to having sex with slaves, he would often get them off against their will. He was more than capable of being gentle, and his looks and cleanliness went a long way because it was very rare for a slave to satisfy a man she was actually attracted to. But when he felt like being a bastard, he could come up with creative ways to hurt slaves, and he often used his size as a weapon. There really wasn't an easy way to take him, and if he wasn't in a charitable mood, it could be exceedingly painful. That size was part of the reason he gravitated towards curvier women. The sight of them taking him in was more appealing to him, it gave him more to hold onto, and even if there was pain, he felt they'd be better suited for taking him in the long run, and in the case of a prospective slave, providing him stronger children. In addition to his sadism, Dante was also manipulative to a very high degree. He could use his looks to endear himself to women, he could turn on the charm when he wanted, and the game he liked to play was making slaves fall head over heels in love with him. The ones he'd purchased and had in the past, grew to form an attachment to him. But none of them were permanent, not in the way that the virginal slave he was intent on procuring would be. Ultimately, the most dangerous thing about him, was his seeming lack of empathy. Dante had never put himself in anyone else's shoes, not for a lack of trying, but it was a genuine mental illness. Once he had come to accept, and one he believed made him strong. You see, he was better than everyone else. Smarter, stronger, better looking, more ambitious and worth more. His slave needed to reflect his worth.5'5", 140 lbs and 18 years old. She was young, untouched. She could be molded into who he wanted her to be. Furthermore, she'd worked, quite hard from the details that he saw. So she wasn't spoiled rotten. Those D cup breasts were all natural, providing substantial handfuls. They'd only grow larger with a kid in her belly. Her stomach was flat, and toned even. Her hips were wide, maybe even a tad too wide for her frame, not that he was complaining in the least, and then that ass. Big, round, bubbly and just begging to be taken. She was stunning, almost unreal. Dante liked what he saw, he liked it a lot, and he wanted to see more. The statistics that popped up also resonated in his mind when he was escorted to the room. The tightness especially, she'd really feel it every time she laid with him, and he would make sure she practiced daily keel exercises to retain that desired tightness. Her responsiveness and the not so high tolerance for pain were also deciding factors. As was the moisture she produced. All of them nearly had the composed arms dealer salivating in lust, yet he remained as cool as ice, and he waited patiently in the room. For the safety of the patrons, when the assets were brought before them, their hands were bound. As Dante stared at Ellie, time seemed to slow to a crawl. She was an impudent, defiant little thing. He could see that much. That was the only reason why a gem like her was still in that place, and hadn't been sold off. With a cruel little smirk, the predator of a man rose to his feet, very easily towering over her as he sauntered over to her in a slow, methodical pace. His dark eyes were fixed on hers, and he lightly adjusted one of his sleeves as he closed the distance, effectively closing off most of the room. If she'd try to rabbit, he wouldn't allow it. But Dante grasped hold of the restraints at her wrists, and displayed his overwhelming power by effectively walking her, whether she'd comply or not over to a hook that dangled from the ceiling for just that purpose, where he'd be able to raise her arms and set the cuffs on the hook so that her arms were lifted upwards, and she was left with no choice but to remain mostly stationary. It'd be a familiar position for her, almost akin to how she was displayed all day. He easily handled her, almost as if comparatively, she is a child, and when he spoke, it was in a dry tone that would have sounded bored, if not for the slight, mocking edge to it, "Hang around, won't you?" By his accent, she'd be able to tell he was British. At that close a distance, he distinctly had a masculine, yet pleasant scent to him. It was obvious he bathed. His teeth were perfectly straight, and white, and his breath smelled of mint, and perhaps a touch of vodka." This is the part where you try to dissuade me, I would wager," his hands instantly set in upon her curved hips, with both large bear paws grasping firmly onto her flanks, and he ran his strong hands over her soft skin. "I saw on your processing slip, you've been here for a while, love. Bird like you doesn't stay here, unless she wants to. Way I see it, you have three options. Go with me, go with some old, fat, lecher that smells of death, or get sent to one of the brothels. You go to a brothel? I estimate you'll likely get taken upwards of 50 times a day, by a lot of different blokes." His thumbs trailed inwards towards her stomach as he continued to appraise her, "The lecher? Might die, eventually. But until then, well you'll know what to expect. Getting it up, isn't a problem for them, not anymore." Dante's eyebrow settled up, "I take you home, I'm the only one you're fucking. Least I'm not old yet." If it sounded like a pitch, his tone made it very clear it wasn't. She wasn't being given a choice in the matter. He was merely stating facts, and as he leaned in, he knelt down and gently let his cool breath wash over the side of her neck. Even in the pants he wore, the outline of a visibly large endowment could be made out, and he whispered, "At least... With me, you could get something for yourself I think." He was different from most of the men that entered this chamber. She wasn't romanticizing him, it was simply the truth. Most of the men were old or dirty, unkempt and haggard. The ones who were young were often fat and heavy, stinking of sweat and a false sense of power. They were gross. This man was handsome. Clearly fit underneath his expensive clothes. Even his nails were trim and clean, not sporting layers of brown grim. She wondered if he would stink of sweat when he approached like the other men, but she guessed he wouldn't. Not with way he looked. When he finally rose a dangerous smirk graced his face, one that gleamed his predatory status. He wasn't simply a dangerous man, or a bad man, or a rich man. He was all of those things, but in a decidedly alpha way. A way that trumped all others who had graced this room before him and Ellie didn't like it. As he approached her, slowly, confidently, she found herself wanting to take steps back, but she refused to show that kind of fear. She refused to let this man fuck with her just from his presence. She had withstood so much and men like him were the very root of the people she hated. Men who took without care, who profited from suffering, who thought they knew just what to do to manipulate the human soul. Ellie rooted herself to her spot, wishing she could will her green eyes to turn red so he could see the fury she felt. She didn't miss that as he grew closer he adjusted one his sleeves, as if he was getting ready to dig into a particularly interesting task. She scowled as one of his large mitts grasped her restraints. He said nothing as he tugged her where he wanted her, walked her like a dog to the center of the room where the display hook was. She wanted to dig her heels into the ground as he walked her, but she was biding her time to see what she could gleam from him. To see what she might be able to do to dissuade him, but the uneasy, gnawing feeling in her gut told her he would be different. He stood there for a moment before his muscled arms moved her body around with ease, setting her on the hook. A familiar ache arose in her shoulders as the cuffs sagged and the weight of her body was being held up by her upper extremities. This hook wasn't quite as high as the display box hook as her toes grazed the floor;however, the height was still too high to allow her to be flat-footed. She couldn’t relieve any of the pressure coursing through her arms. When he spoke, however, she found herself a bit surprised at the sound of his voice, at the accent that marked him as a man hailing from England. She heard lots of accents from men seeking to buy, but she had to be honest not many of them were English, French, or Irish, or people arising from allies of the former USA. It was after the initial shock of his accent that she scowled at him, his idiotic mocking bothering her more than she should have let it. She wanted to retort back to him in an acidic tone with something to the effect of 'I HAVE been hanging around all day', but clenched her jaw as he got even closer. So close that she could smell his clean scent and the mint that graced his breath. Even more noticeable was the fact that he had all his teeth, perfectly aligned and white. He reminded her of Lucifer, a deceiver, a beautiful angel who was really a devil. She felt like a fucking sacrifice strung up for him, and it pissed her off. Finally, he began his tirade. His first comment putting her slightly off guard as he immediately guessed her aim, her plan to get him to leave her behind. His hands then grasped her sides, his skin on hers, she felt her pulse rate pick up and a zing of electricity shoot through her body and she frowned. She contemplated hissing at him like a cat, like a wild animal, maybe he would think she had lost her mind, but he didn't give her much time to react as he listed off her choices or really, her paths. She had thought about all of them before. Furthermore, she had thought about the brothels, thought about making an escape at one or the lecher, at least he would die, but the very thought of her climbing atop some sickly old man made her cringe and wince inwardly, but then maybe she could escape. Maybe she could find her sisters. He made it sound like fucking him, like beinghiswould result in her getting something for herself as his hands moved inward, thumbs grazing her stomach as his breath came to her neck, making goosebumps climb over her skin. She hated that her body was thrumming slightly, that his hands on her body wasn't making her want to gag. It was only his last statement that made her scoff. Made her final straw break. "What the fuck would I get with you?" She wriggled her body in the restraints and almost growled at him. "You certainly wouldn't be a prize. Would I be earning the satisfaction of pleasing you?" she laughed, bordering almost on hysterics because she knew he was going to take her out of here. She knew he wouldn't be a man she would dissuade. " I don't want what you can offer me, which is all nothing anyway! I don't want to be some brain-dead bitch begging you to take me. I won't be, and I can promise you I will fight, try to flee, and try to squeeze the life from you if you give me any opportunity. Furthermore, I can see it your eyes, your stone-fucking cold and I HAVE plans. People who are important to me. " The girl was a fighter. It was plain as day, it was the reason she was still at that facility. The lechers didn't want fighters. They wanted completely subservient fuckboys. They were also weak. Dante liked his women with a bit of fight to them. Even before things had changed so drastically, strong-willed women with fire to them had always attracted him. He was the sort of man who relished a challenge. The only reason she hadn't been disposed of was because she was a beautiful virgin. He was sure she had some idea of just how bad things were for women in her position, but knowing and seeing were two completely different things. As hardened as Dante was, he'd seen things at the brothel that even turned his stomach. There was almost a sense of purity to the depravity the lechers were capable of. It wasn't just about breaking the women. But punishing them, humiliating them for nothing more than being beautiful. He saw little point to that level of barbarism. Sure, he'd abuse her. Use her as he saw fit. But she was also going to carry his children. She just didn't know it yet. The Englishman observed her almost as if she were a puzzle he was attempting to figure out. His eyes narrowed some as she scowled at him, amusement was visible in his eyes. As his hands traveled over her unused flesh, he found himself marveling at how utterly perfect everything was. She was in impeccable shape, but it wasn't just cosmetic. She was athletic, strong, healthy. And she wasn't dumb. Angry, certainly. A bit too reckless for her own good, absolutely. But she wasn't an idiot. When she deigned to speak to him, he cocked up an eyebrow at her. Then she displayed that fighter's spirit. Not that it did her any good. She wasn't getting loose, and she certainly wasn't going to dissuade him from touching her as he pleased. The older man remained calm, and composed, not getting riled up in the least by her outburst. Surprisingly, he took all of it. The entirety of her tirade without breaking. Once she was done, and he did allow a few beats to make sure she was done, he remarked, "Well... You'll be able to enjoy yourself, to a degree. I do know what I am doing. And I am not completely selfish. I do expect you to fight... Although I feel like having an ally in your corner? Would make a reunion with these people who matter to you, a possibility." He allowed that to dangle in the air, silently grateful to her for offering him that means of control. "Because well, if you are made to be happy. I am sure I will be happy. But as far as what else you'd get..." Dipping down low, his impossibly strong hands took hold of her legs, easily hoisting both of them up in the air, where he then set them on his shoulders. She was practically weightless to him, but this precarious position left him quite close to her bare sex, and his dark eyes focused intently on her vulnerable little pussy. Forcibly spreading her legs out more, Dante began to kiss along the inside of her upper thighs, lazily placing soft, insistent pecks upon her skin. As he moved closer to her center, he could feel her body growing warmer, and sometimes, he would roll his eyes up towards her face, to better gauge her reaction." I mean... Seeing as how you are a virgin, I'm sure you've never had anyone do this before..." Gently nipping the soft flesh he encountered, he closed the distance to her sex enough to where his cool breath could be felt against her nether lips, and he breathed in the sweet, musky aroma with a small, unsettling grin upon his face. He would then extend his tongue slowly, and lewdly drag it across her folds at a teasingly slow pace. "Believe me... If you're not with me. Your situation gets exponentially worse. Have you ever been to one of those brothels before? Women tend to die in them." His words came out in a smooth, low growl. Her anger pulsated in the room, swelled and grew with each intake of breath she took, but he stayed cool, collected, and calm. He stayed composed and that pissed her off. Did he feel anything? Did he not see the wild rage and hatred boiling over in her heart because of this world, this evil system that broke and tortured women? No, she decided he didn't feel anything. As she looked at him, she knew he was out for his own gain, and she despised that she was becoming part of his plan. His words only made that clearer to her. If he thought she would be able to enjoy herself at all, let alone a degree, he was insane. Utterly, insane. She didn't want him. She didn't want slavery and abuse, and he would abuse her. Furthermore, she knew it. Furthermore, she also knew it would be bad when he did deign to hurt her. It was soul deep understanding, a threat her body could feel... maybe it was even a primal awareness. She wanted to kill him when he dangled her family in front of her, over her. He was no ally, and she even shook her head the notion. He was her enemy and she wouldn't let him use her siblings as a means of control. There was no way she would be happy with him. The saying" happy wife, happy life," didn't apply to slaves. She was about to have another outburst when he was about to explain what else she would gain from being with him, but sucked in a breath when his strong, masculine hands gripped her legs and his body lowered. She wriggled, but his strength was obviously greater than hers. This only served to incite her further. He managed to set her strong legs on his shoulder, and she winced inwardly at the obvious knowledge that he could see her sex, up close and personal. She tried to move her legs outward, her flesh pressing against his hands as she strained. It seemed, however, her efforts only aided in his as he wanted her legs wider so he could move closer to her delicate pussy. She almost growled as his lips touched her inner thighs, goosebumps littering her skin. He moved slowly, his lips soft against her, and she hated that her body reacted even as she became viciously wild at the notion he was touching her. She began to try to squeeze her legs shut with the image of crushing his head between her thighs, but he controlled her easily." Get the fuck off me," she growled, but he continued, his next words making a small inkling of fear break through her anger. Her chest heaved with the exertion she put forth to try to close her legs, but he barely broke a sweat. As his head finally approached her sex, she could feel his breath caress her folds. She sucked in a breath as her eyes widened, watching in what felt like slow motion, as his tongue left his mouth as slid up her sex. She squirmed, her cheeks flushed, and she felt almost instantly dirty. Her stomach clenched at the strange sensation, at the intimacy that he forced her to experience. The way the rough texture of his tongue dragged along sensitive parts, the way his saliva wet her core. She winced again. "You're disgusting, sick in the head" she yelled, but he only continued. When he was done violating her intimate area, his voice came out huskier, reminding her that he was her best option. That women often died in the brothels. She hated him. She hated this man who held her fixed on his shoulders. Furthermore, she hated that her anger propelled him forward and not backward. Furthermore, she hated how he spoke of innocent women's death with such nonchalance. Furthermore, she hated his cool, collected demeanor. The way he treated her like a kid having an outburst. She wanted to make him feel degraded, to feel dirty, and used. She wanted him to feel angry, and so she did the only thing that she could. The only thing that conveyed to him her disgust. She didn't scream, or yell, or try to kick. She simply spit on him, like he was the dirt beneath her feet.

All Hope Is Gone (SinfullyShy & Darkcide)|rating:2.0

Things That Slumber Act 1_ Each in Accordance to His Will

A blood-red comet hurtled through the skies above, its tail twisting like a living thing as it sloughed off matter, twitching and chattering shapeless things broke off its searing plume as it tore its way through the heavens. Below its passage the world twisted. Infants sat upright, staring silent and unblinking at the skies above, even when they could not be seen. A farmer in Terror swore he heard his goats speak in the night, chanting in an unknown tongue that hurt to listen to. Augurs in Rehab had to explain to the blood king why their guts showed only maggots. Burning and pulsing the red orb crashed into the sea where the waters turned to blood and already unspeakable creatures warped in impossible ways. The night of terror, word spread, an omen of terrible futures to come. But in one place there was no terror. Only an unbroken hymn in a secluded wooded glade. Robed figures danced around a green fire before a spindly slender man with rotting fingers who charted the comet's path with a soft but elated smile.' So it begins,' he told his flock.***It was a place of cold shadows here, surrounded by the living bones of the earth. The only light was born on flickering torches and the pale eerie glow of witch fire. It was a cold vault and unmarked tomb. Here countless laborers slaved to pat off endless debts, tearing the wealth of the earth from its very flesh. Here in the deepest depths of the darkest mine a pick struck something that did not give. Hundreds of men hacked at the earth around, revealing a massive door of glistening adamant. Picks shattered on it. Called worms pounded uselessly against it. The mightiest of magics and dark sciences slid off of it. Until she came. Golden feet clicked on the stone of the mine's tunnels, the eerie light glinting off metallic flesh. In a box of pearl she bore a key of emerald that she delicately placed in the enormous lock, turning it about thrice. Beneath her feet the gate opened like an iris, sliding away into the obsidian stone around. The golden woman did not fall, instead seeming to gracefully drift down into the darkness which whispered softly, driving listeners to sobbing, begging for the terrible secrets to stop. None dared to follow. In the darkness beneath the vault someone waited for her. She strode over the shattered bones, into a chasm made of jutting massive ribs, walking the length of a city street before she stood before a skull with eye sockets big enough to drive multiple teams of oxen through. Dull light gleamed in the dark and a voice like silent thunder filled the chamber.' We have foreseen your coming. Is it finally time for the world to end?'***The fires in the caldera burst, a molten arc flaring overhead as the dark skinned man called down the heat into his circle. Inside a searing transmutation circle etched into basalt and mountain ash was an obsidian anvil with a golden blade on it, red-hot. The blade's light pulsed in tune with the bubbling lava below.' Now bind it. As above, so below,' purred a deep and jagged voice behind the smith. Or maybe it was voices. They twined together in strange and hypnotic ways that scrapped at the mind like claws on slate. 'The blade will contain the mountain's fury. Seal it. What do you sacrifice for such a weapon? The forge demands payment,' it crooned. The smith had thought about it. For six months he'd labored at the mountainside and pondered that question. He had found a way to seal the gifts of two gods into his work-- well, his mentor had anyway, but such gifts always came at a price. Now as the hammer fell on the blade for the final time, the last folds of metal pounded and braided into shape he answered.' This blade is fire and fury bound, and none before have burned so bright, nor shall any after. The candle that burns twice as bright must burn twice as quickly. So it is with this and I. So be it. My days were numbered ever since I swore my oath. I name you vengeance, and my days shall be your fuel.' A shower of red-hot sparks rained down on the obsidian and the equations of the Holy Science etched into the unfinished blade flared with fell light.' It is done,' the voices whispered. The sparks of the fire reflected in four red eyes beneath huge curling ram's horns.' It is done,' the smith agreed, the expression beneath his dreads desolate and unreadable.' Now go, your vengeance will not wait. You should reach Our before the fires consume you.' That was all that needed saying. The smith muttered a swift transmutation and stole the swiftness from the wind, binding it to his feet and left. He would reach Our with ample time to spare. And he would savor it. The shaggy thing watched the smith leave, a toothy grin across its face. The smith had a score of days and one. That was his price. After that, his own fire would extinguish, leaving nothing but smoldering embers behind. And the sword would pass to a new owner. There would always be one desperate enough to pay that price. One whose vision didn't need to extend much further. Really, it was a beautiful thing. At the end of the day the blade would wield them.' Our will be done,' it muttered as the wind blew in a thick and rolling cloud of ash and embers. When it had cleared, the shaggy thing was gone, leaving naught but rolling thunder and the scent of cinder in its place.***The triremes were magnificent ships. A hundred feet long and twelve wide they sliced the waters beneath the crashing of oars and the full sail of their masts. Blood-red eyes were painted across their bows and a golden eagle on each sail proclaimed them the fleet of Rehab, the armed fist of Hector the Tyrant pointing northward. And those masts formed a forest. At the shores atop sandstone battlements massive curling horns beat out a low wail to herald the departure. Ten thousand strong and wielding the stolen secret of iron from far away lands, the armies of the slave-kings set forth. Their thirst would be sated. CHAPTER I: SIGNS AND PORTENTS The subtle wood slipped through his hands until they found those familiar grooves, the places there they'd worn away the wood, sculpted it to fit them best simply through continued use. They were rough hands, wrinkled with age, and calloused form his endless toil. They were big, strong, and able hands, but to the old god, they felt more like elbows. His one true hand was at the end of that shaft. Cold hard metal, dented and weakened from him bending it back into shape, but its weathered nature matched his own. Slowly, repetitiously the metal hand clawed the earth, turning the soil and exposing roots. With a sharp strike the farmer severs the roots of an offensive weed, the next strike caught the roots, dragging them all up at once, and the third caught the severed stem, tossing the weed from his field. With a casual grace the iron hand sipped the soil away from the last onion of the crop. Moving slowly, out of consideration for his stiff back, the old god retrieved the onion. It was the last onion of the crop, but did that matter? Last, first, would the last of the first row have mattered any more or less? There was no end, there was no beginning. No sooner had he retrieved the bulb then he reached for a bag of seeds. Decanting some into his mouth he began spitting them onto the ground one at a time as he walked backwards, working his how to cover the seeds, but more so he paid attention to the mounds and valleys he made, giving his seeds the proper elevation to give them water yet not to drown them when it rained. The first was easy, the soil was still loose, but as he moved he reached stiffer soil, set in its ways and unwilling to change. Still, his steady iron hand did guide it, pressing and scraping, biting deep into the earth and tearing earth free of the ground, endlessly taming its wild nature. As he worked, the old god's thoughts turned from the task at hand. Such a crop, it would be a shame to stow the whole of it in his root cellar. Dimly his mind wandered...... Drose Hauler son, a middle-aged farmer sighed his last breath. It was time, he'd lived a good life, sired many a son, it was more than most men expected... and now he watched it all drift away, his last words, "Stupid mule" lingered in the air. As his soul drifted free of the mule's weight, he gazed once more back at his family, but he was not alone. He felt more than saw his aged companion. At first, he'd mistaken the man as part of the world, but as it spoke to him, he knew better...... The old farmer wandered aimlessly through the horrors cape, looking upon it as if he'd never seen anything of the sort, but his feet moved over the plane as if he already knew every swerve and dip. Calmly Rose Hauler son approached the great god of shadows and death with bent head, his eyes closed in acknowledgement. As he drew closer, he bent his aged legs. Sitting was much like falling, but for an old man it's a slow process. So sharp a movement and a muscle may strain, or a bone might break. Moreover, his nerves grated with every move, and while he could ignore the pain, it generally hurt less when he took things slow. As his legs began to bend to the point at which they'd hurt most, he leaned forward, pressing his hands onto the shadowy earth to remove some of the strain from his aching legs. Slowly still he lowered his rear until he found himself kneeling. Keeping his hands extended before him, the old man bowed to the god of the plane." Greetings Shadowed One, how goes your time in this place?"-Spoiler Hide Holy, you're going to need an IOC post of your sheet if we're to do this. Also, sorry, no plot points from me yet. I'll probably see what happens before I start further prodding the pot. Flight of the Ravens'No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.' --William Blake[let's get part 2 in here this time, yeah?] RahabHe was old and thin, dressed in nothing but stained rags. He watched the sun rise blazing over the desert outside his tower window and with a tiny stone scratched a mark into the stone wall. Another in an innumerable series of tallies. He had long ago lost count. He strode to the window, feathers and bird droppings crunching beneath his feet. Eight paces defined his whole world. Around him was the constant chatter of birds. He reached into his rags and broke some of the remnants of his loaf and scattered it about the cell, where a feathered host fell upon it. Why do you do this? The man spun around. Sitting cross-legged upon his pallet was a... man? Man-like anyway. Thin and emaciated, it was pale to the point of translucency. It had no face and had twisting horn like branches growing from its head. It wore a simple black robe that betrayed a sense of... depth, like the night sky. A devil perhaps come to claim his soul at last? The man sighed, a wan ghost of a smile splitting his face. What could a devil do to him that men had not? And it had been so long since he had company...“Do what, sir devil?” the man asked. Ur-Kadesh was taken aback. This one is no devil. This one is Your and Pradesh and this one is an observer, not a tormentor. This one has been called a god. The man let out a low whistle. “I've never entertained a god before. I don't entertain much of anyone these days. Well, I reckon it's good to have company then, You’re and Pradesh. This one TEVA, and you are the first... person... I've seen in...” TEVA's voice trailed off as he tried to tally the days marked on his cell walls. He gave up. “Forever,” he concluded. “But what brings a god here?” What did bring him here? Flashes in his panopticon. He saw battles, slaughter, art, joy, love, hate and despair, and here in a desolate corner of the world where men sold their fellow man in a tower of obsidian he saw a prisoner watch the flight of birds. And he was curious. This one is curious about humanity. About choices. This one saw that you had nothing, but still gave it away. To birds, not even tribesmen. Why? They consume nutrients that would serve you better. You are placing this act above your base survival urges and there are no returns.“Sometimes it isn't about simply existing. This isn't living. I cannot leave this cell, but they can. I cannot touch their freedom, but watching them and through them, I can live and fly, if only a little. If only in my dreams. It is the last act of defiance I have left to me. Because I have so few choices. Defiance?“You are not from around here, no I reckon you'd look out of place. This place is called Tooth of Rash. It is the oubliette where Hector places all those who disagree with him. Why be content to kill an enemy? Why let them escape your clutches that easy when you can show all that your power is absolute. You can keep a man alive and alone until the day he dies. They can take everything from a man. But I can still watch my birds.” the man said as a sparrow landed in his open palms. And this is why the prisoner in the tower watches the flight of birds?“I can name them and watch how they live. I can watch them hatch and age before me. I can watch them breed and fight for status among the flock. Furthermore, I can feed and nurture them until they finally fly away on their own. They are my children and I have learned so much from them. Small things, simple things. I know the diseases of birds and how to cure them. I know how their bones works and what makes them fly. Furthermore, I can understand their cries, meaning without words. Furthermore, I may be a prisoner in a tower, but through them, I am free.” Ur-Kadesh sat in silence. The man sat alone surrounded by such simple and minor creatures... but he had spun worlds of meaning, knowledge and choices from a single act. Surrounded by incomprehensible creatures, the man had found some shard of himself. Locked alone, with nothing of his own, he had made a choice that birthed his own universe of dizzying complexity. From nothing. How? Surrounded by stone on all sides and at the absolute mercy of others, how did you not simply give up?The smile spread across TEVA's wrinkled face again. “Because what would be the point? A man strives until he has absolutely nothing left to give.” TEVA rose to his feet and tossed the sparrow from the window, smiling in earnest as it took wing. “Even here I have more than nothing.” The god just sat staring at the man. One stark and simple choice, burning like a star in the night. This one, Pradesh thought.***The god left, fading into the silence, and TEVA returned to his birds. Watching them flit and dart about. He knew that tomorrow he would wake to another loaf that he could share with his birds. He would spend another day watching them as his freedom. The sun dipped once more and shadows filled the cell. TEVA returned to his pallet to sleep. The night he dreamed of complex mechanisms and the wind beneath his wings. And when he woke, he saw how to make it so.***“I will need wood to build perches for my birds” the old man wheezed. The guards burst into laughter. Here was nothing, rot, making demands of them, the chosen of Hector and tools of his will. “And just why would we do that?” they asked mockingly.”Because if you do not, I will stop eating. Eventually, despite your best efforts, I will waste away and deny Hector his power. I will be free,” TEVA replied calmly. The guards look at one another uneasily. Hector would not be happy if one of his examples were to escape, even into death, and he had very unpleasant ways of making his displeasure known... and it was just birds after all. If the crazy old bastard wanted to stew in bird dung, let him. Muttering, the guards left. Tekva smiled serenely and returned to his pallet.***Thin wooden dowels cluttered the room. The materials for his perches. The guards had left, muttering, uncertain about who held the power now. No matter. The old man brushed the pallet aside. Etched into the floor was a bird. Simplified, no more than a sketch of the skeleton of wings. The old man thought to himself for a bit, then reached into his robes and pulled out an obsidian spike. Funny that, he certainly hadn't owned it. He found it after the god had left. Perhaps it dropped the thing. It was an odd divinity after all, perhaps it was forgetful. No matter. Thinking some more, the man etched some changes to the design in the stone.***“I will need more rags that I may build hatcheries for my birds” The guards looked the old man like he was nuts. “And why should we do that for you?” the lead guard hissed.”Because if you do not, I will stop eating...” the old man replied serenely.***Fabric stretched taut over the dowel frames. Long wings and a birdlike tail. And with straps to hold the contraption to a man's back. Wings. Wings for a man. Outside the door the guards hammered and thundered. TEVA paid them no heed. He had jammed to door with dowels and they could no longer open it. Besides, he could barely hear them. Outside his window the wind howled like a beast and inside his cell a chorus of birdsong raised up is spirit. Tekva donned the folded wings. Just one more thing. He took the awl and began to draw one last symbol. Ephemeral, winding and curving and branching, unrestrained. Writing the idea of freedom into physical symbols and through them onto the world. The wall dissolved, solid stone turning to water and cascading into the obsidian void. The cacophony of the birds exploded, and they rose up in whirlwind of feathers, screaming skywards. The wind lashed at TEVA as he stood upon the tower's new apex. The guards finally managed to force the door and barged in, bronze threshes in hands. When they saw the open sky they paused, mouths open. TEVA stood facing them, silhouetted by the desert sun and framed by the storm of rising birds. Serene smile on his face, TEVA spoke. Silver light gleamed in his eyes.“I will deny Melee his power. I will be free.” The guards surged forward to stop him. TEVA left. The guards clustered at the edge of the parapet, expecting to see the man's broken body on the ground. Instead, they saw vast wings snap open and a plummeting fall turned into a graceful swoop. And impossibly he only gained speed, distance vanishing death him, beholden only to the wind. Free. And in the ruins of the tower, a thin spike of obsidian vanished like smoke on the morning air...***You see that spot, that one there in the sky? That is no bird, no distant dragon or demon. It is a man, he rides upon the wind and wings of ingenuity and human will. Spoiler: IOC Hide Heck, I'll save the ironworking for my next post-- I think a divine tool left to wander the world would be even better, and why not introduce one of my Peers while I'm at it? Meet TEVA, he'll be pretty important with flight related stuff as the game goes on. And what did I spend a point on? Tool: Obsidian Awl-- whittled by a god from the heart of a mountain, this tool exists to stitch and bind, not physical materials but ideas and concepts. Ephemeral forces and inclinations can bound to objects, and for that object reality simply alters. But such a thing was not meant to be owned, it was meant to be used, and it passes through the world, taken up by one 'master' after another, and surely lost in turn. Clang! Clang! Clang! The hammer crashed down upon the still red-blade. Clang! Clang! Clang! Astuul worked at his forge as he did most of his days. A sword made out of the finest metals, forged at his very own forge. Many would clamor for such a blade. So Actual worked, bringing the heavy hammer down onto the blade. Clang! Clang! Clang! The blade became closer to its finished state. A sword, this one would be a sword, a sword for kings, a sword for heroes, Actual decided as he brought down the hammer with one final swing. CLANG! Actual began examining the blade: reddish-gold, about an arms reach long. Actual felt every portion of the blade. Many smiths would be satisfied with the quality of this blade, strong enough to cut through solid steel. But with an anguished sigh, Actual threw the blade back into a pile of half-finished blades the size of a mountain.“Not good enough!” he shouted as he started gathering materials for a new blade. Gone were the days when his blades were in high demand, the war against the titans was over. Yet Actual knew in the back of his head that there will always be war, and when it broke out, weapons of a much higher caliber would be needed. Heroes would rise and fight against villains, and smiths would use the craft to grant them the boons they need. Astuul started melting down some of his older failures and begun melting them down with the heat of his forge, located at the heart of a volcano. He would need to descend to get some of the other materials that he would need, but these leftovers should serve well to form the blade of a spear. Mostly bronze with minor celestial augmenting it, the blade would be relatively lightweight, so Actual began to put thought into the shaft, as he began hammering out the blade. The blade was light, however much harder and sharper than any blade a mortal smith may make. Actual examined the blade and found it to be free of flaws. “Finally, a weapon worthy of a hero” he said to himself, gladdened. Astuul descended upon Terror, temporarily leaving the forge, and arrived at one of the few green areas. Taking the form of a local village smith, Actual began to gather branches, testing their weight, visualizing how the spear would come to be. After deciding upon the tree, Actual used the force of his hammer to knock it down, and brought it back with him to his forge. There he used on of his more successful blades to carve the shaft of the spear. The haft was solid but much lighter than the blade. Actual affixed the blade to the shaft and begun using Smith craft to grant it a boon. A spear like this belongs to a warrior during his last stand, Actual decided, a man who would need to face incredible odds and somehow still stand afterward. Imbued with the name Bartek, the spear would grant its wielder the ability to completely ignore pain while the spear is being used, but once the wielder lets go of the spear all the pain the wielder would have experienced would be experienced all at once, maybe enough to even kill the wielder. Astuul stored Bartek at his forge until a hero or god he deemed worthy came along. Spoiler: IOC Hide I guess I should start making weapons that Actual can give out, I'll spend my point on: Tool: Bartek, a weapon of power capable of allowing its wielder to ignore pain until it is no longer being used. Perhaps his pace had been a step too slow, or perhaps the other god had waited too long to respond, but whatever the case, Rose Hauler son's spirit then passed on to the shade. He liked the shade, it was cool, and warm, and peaceful. The old ache of his bones wanted nothing more than to take a seat and watch the gentle scenery before him, but something told him there was work to be done, respects to be paid, and Rose Hauler son was not one to enjoy a comfortable seat when there was work to be done. Still bowing to nobody in particularly, slowly, carefully, he picked himself back up, using the shoulder of a nearby younger man for support as he wasn't feeling particularly stable without the support of that nice barrel that sat beside the chair back home. Again he walked, aimlessly by intent, but again he moved as if he'd been there before. His feet carried him far through the mystical plane, and as he walked he felt the earth under his feet, breathed the air, and all in all quite enjoyed the pleasantness of his stroll. As it does in happier times, time flew by, and before he knew it he was there... Spoiler Hide I'll let you take over mate, sorry that I didn't wait for your response. ___________________Bradley Groundsman was just finishing up the last few seeds. Dully his hoe fell from his arms, and for a minute he looked at it. His constant companion, the anchor of his sanity, his most faithful tool... with care he reached down to retrieve it, leaning upon it as he straightened his back once more. Walking to the edge of his house, he leaned it against the great structure, making his way to the well. Twenty feet deep, and slightly broader across then he was, he'd dug this well. He'd broken the stones that had formed from him walking the same paths, and he'd fitted those stones to make the walls of the well. At the bottom there was still some Jörmungandr blood at the bottom, but these days he drew more water than blood from the well. Unceremoniously he tossed the bucket down into the water and began pulling it up by the rope, hand over hand until he had it. Then he'd walk through the lines of seedlings, splashing just a bit of water over the top of the bucket every step or two, fetching more water until it was done. There was that word again, "done", what did it even mean? After this the fence would need be meant, and for that a smaller tree would need be felled and worked. After the fence he needed to clean his chimney once more, then repair that squeaking step, which would use a smaller branch of that same tree, harvest the fruit from his tree, not a wood tree, a fruit tree. ...and in all honesty, he probably should have braided and hung his fresh onions before any of this, but that would mean opening his cellar, and he wanted to enjoy some more time outside before moving on to that... Spoiler Hide He-he, stumbled upon some fitting gives Spoiler Hide The Afterlife of Rose HaulersonShades of Better Days“New here, sir?” The young man who had been used as a support spoke up, with the kind of well-taught instinct for elders that every generation seems to think had recently fled from the world.“You'll find your feet again soon, I expect. Everyone seems to, after a little rest. Here we are.” The lad helped Rose up the step of a shaded porch, and into a squat wooden chair. The back slouched away to encourage a midday doze. It was firm and cushionless, but appreciably shaped for comfort. Beside it, a rope-bound barrel sat idle; familiar enough in tone and wear marks for Rose to suspect it had followed him into death and somehow preceded him to this-...… What was this.?“This is yours.” The lad's cornflour blond hair – wasn't it black, before? - shifted and messed as he craned his head into the breeze, and lifted a hand in salute. On the slope to the south, a man and his son worked their olive grove. They waved back; both sheeted with work sweat, both offering the creased smiles that belong to the satisfied middle-aged. One might have called them brothers, if some subtlety of mannerism didn't clearly denote the paternity of one to the other. Was it the admiring gleam, smuggled into a grown man's eye from the memory of a boy? To a boy, a father is a warrior and titan; a hundred feet tall, and mountain strong, who threw out a shadow that he might one day fill. Was it the pride in the father's eyes, hidden as often as he could from the son – lest he get soft from the fondness? To a father, the son is always small. A big-eyed, fragile creature made of wet clay that would carry any mark, bump, or failure of care forever. If the gods made man, how could a man ever hope to create another man? But here he stood – the son, a man after his father's image.Thus, the father gives the son aspirations of manhood, and the son's fulfillment validates the father's own cast; and without a word on this matter or anything as masculine as verbally celebrating their own fitness to be blood of the other, they pruned the olive trees and gathered the fruitless branches for a later burning. A warm facsimile of the sun came by in its languid, twenty-eight hour rotations. The son's wife watched her husband and father-in-law from her plateau a little way up the slope. She had turned over the ground for a new plot, here. Dark grapes, she hoped, if the soil would take them. She would work all day until the son went down and, at that delirious point of joy that comes from tangibly rewarded toil, she would crawl into bed with her beloved and sleep. She would sleep long and well, and when the sun came up she would rise refreshed and ready to pitch the stakes for her grapes. Perhaps she'd throw that pot she'd had in mind, using the wheel she'd put together two days before. She would decide that she would try, and she would find – as everyone did in the Shade – there was just enough time in the day to get everything done that you wanted to do. A pulled muscle was never so serious as to ruin the day's work, let alone the worker. Sometimes a crop would fail, but never so disastrously to ruin a farm. An aching back would bleed out its pain in that half-pleasant way that tired feet tingled when put up after a long, hard walk; and after a little rest, it would ache no more. Here were the fine times as they existed in the dreams of men without imagination for disaster. Here was a chair, and a barrel, and a slightly more considerate mule. Here, in the Shade, the suffering of Man has no fangs. All this was apparent. All this was right. The young man gave the elder's shoulder a touch of his palm. Or was he a young man? He was a little clearer, now; a shape of warmth and youth, folded together from the benign sunlight of this place. He, and other servitors like him, dotted the roll of hills here and there; helping wanderers to simple homes, or assisting the residents sufficiently that abominable tasks became only troublesome, and tale worthy. Not a young man; but nothing like a threat. Rose Hauler son would never know threat again. “You go ahead and rest, sir. You're home, now.” Spoiler: IOC: Hide This seemed like a fine opportunity to flesh out The Shade a little. The servitors are just a function of the plane, and not mythic or legendary themselves. Track, let me know if you wanted to take Rose's eternal reward in a particular direction! __________________________________________________ ___________________The Land That Will Be EstalajonBallad of the First Heroes the winking edge of the adze punched through the bridge of Landed Esteban's nose, he wondered how his life had gone so terribly wrong. He was one of the Landed. He was a man of power. Landed Batavia and Landed Amal were men of power, too; and he respected them. Theirs was the land, and the men who relied on the land. When the famine had struck, he and the other Landed men had done as their fathers had done: opened their silos to the families that had most earned their favor by loyalty, and who had many sons to dispense to defend the silos. Men whose wives and children dwelt near the silos fought hard to protect them. So they should have won. They should certainly have won. The unhanded were forbidden to own swords, spears and bows except those Silo clans. Indeed, Landed Batavia had given the triumvirate the excellent idea of hanging every smith and toolmaker outside the families of the Silo clans, apprentices and masters all. The unhanded took their tools up to the Silo clans to have them sharpened or fixed, for a portion's price. Tools, for instance, like the adze that presently penetrated Landed Esteban's brain, and snuffed out the incentive questions about the nature of his demise.“On!” Leyton howled out, kicking the carcass off the blade of his adze.“On, you cutters, you mowers, you spinners, you growers; you masons, you mothers, you miners, you throwers!” The return arch of the adze painted an extravagant splash of crimson blood and scattered brain matter across the side of the silo. In the light of the bonfire, it might well have been a wound on the building itself; a blow to the order that had defined the islands, and the grain bloated edifice of the disastrous rule of the Landed. And over that wound stood Leyton, adze high, shouting his murderous exhortations and lending all the passions of the Many that sense of legitimacy that is, in historical retrospect, most often called good intentions. The firelight threw his huge and grotesque on the face of the silo; grotesque and capering in the bouncing radiance of the flames. Today, the Many had won; and the Few had received their deserts.“It isn't over.” The words came from the girl near to his side; a damping comment lost on the rushing mob but not on Leyton. She had been in the crown whenever he had spoken to the people, whether in huddled groups by night or at roaring gatherings across the land of Esteban, Batavia and Amal. It embarrassed him that he did not know her name; though he could swear he had asked for it more than once.“No. No, it's not. The other Landed further in from the sea will react poorly. But at least we'll have swords, and spears.” “You'll need more than that, Leyton. Plows break earth. Swords break men. But what tool would you use to break the order of the Landed?” Lajon looked down at the adze in his hand. It looked very small, now that the moment was over. And he was just a cutter! He had no place leading, or agitating, or attempting at something so vast and beyond his cutter's ken as revolution. The adze fell to his side. He left the girl as abruptly as she had come to him; without salutation, or offense. All the men of the silo clans were dead, now; overrun by the flails and scythes of the unhanded. As he wandered past the cold forges, he wondered if there would be anyone left who knew how to make an ingot, let alone a tool suitable for changing the order of the Landed. The uprising itself had been a miracle. Perhaps he needed two. Spoiler: IOC: Hide Meet Leyton, the First Hero, and enduring Myth for the Many in ages to come. Crispin has "uplifted" him. Now, if only there were some attentive God who would supply him with their divine or profane means to forge a nation! With a fine born of some mild irritation at the youngster, the old man waved his hand at the boy, making space between them." Look boy, you've got a nice thing here, and you should treasure it. Don't be letting strangers in to take it so regularly, and don't be just trusting everyone who walks in, they'll eat all your food, rob you blind, and help not at all with the next year's harvest. You should stay and treasure it, but I... I must be going."...and with that Rose Hauler son walked away from paradise, his feet taking him through the shade until he found its entrance, placing his hand upon the firm wood he could feel its strength and vitality. Not entirely sure what to do he knocked on the heavy door. Spoiler Hide Aren't olives a cash crop like cotton whereby one needs to sell them to then buy enough food to live off of? "Of Norvagahra, now we tell First and last to lie in death..." Over the choppy waters in the eastern regions of the world, a storm was gathering. It was not a storm that cared for the cracked soil, that nurtured the tender sprout. It was not a storm that cared to obey any natural laws, for its winds came from east, west, north, and south, from anywhere they pleased. The converging gales gave it strength, the warmth of the water gave it fuel. It was the kind of storm that darkened the sky for miles before it even approached, the kind that fishermen prayed would make landfall as far from their docks as the gods would grant. Below those winds, below the rough seas and the beating waves, the ocean was calm. Further still, deeper into the corners and crevasses of the sea, the ocean was cold. Beyond a certain point, the only things that can endure the creeping coolness, the pressure, the boundless and seeping darkness are creatures beyond the imagination of any mortal bound to the surface. Beyond even those depths live serpents and other creatures, born of slime and scum, and the very pit of the depths, the Abyss, the deepest, coldest, darkest parts of the world, are home to grand, magnificent, wild and glorious nothing. Nothing can live so far from life. And yet in those most remote sectors anything may be dead. The chill of the Abyss is the chill of the tomb. Carved into the wall of some undersea chasm, there is a temple, or, rather, a mausoleum. A crypt, and the central ornament a grand tomb, the grave of a god, bound with seals, chains, and runes. Through the lid of this sepulcher, there was a wedge, presumably driven deep into the stone. Woe on creation, that it should be eternal, and yet subject to the ravages of time! And the gods, that live and die by the same time! Creeping out of the tomb, escaping into the water through the infinitely small spaces between the wedge and ornate sarcophagus was an inky, black liquid. The wedge stirred, and the liquid poured out, clouding the already dark corners of the temple. As the lid of the tomb rolled back, a deep groan was heard in every corner of the sea. The storm raged, the waters hurled themselves about, and every power felt, in its own way, the awakening of that old god. Spoiler: IOC Hide No action here, just letting you all know I'm still around. Spoiler Hide Some misc myths. Yes, it's probably bad of me to have small nondescript myths without the workup they deserve, like "prophecies", and yes it's probably bad that I'm introducing two demigods retroactively to have been around all this while rather than things happening IC right about now, and yes, none of my stories, but hey! Let this be a lesson, it doesn't need to be perfect. If you're sitting there with nothing to do, feel free to just make some myths. People, places, events, etc. We'll probably all feel at some time or another that our fluff isn't up to snuff, and no doubt we'll end up filling in plenty of blanks retroactively By the way, T-Mick, the burning wind can totally be a cellmate if you're feeling lonely in that big ol' box of yours. Now, I've got new myths, let's see if I can edit them into my post for ease of access. prophecies-Events that all seers can see which are far more likely fates to come, and far harder of fates to overcome." At times the visions of seers all join as one, where each can see the part where nothing can be done. At times, it is near, and at times it is far, but when a prophecy is spoken, all must beware." Onions have many layers, skins... Nestled deep within an onion is a bulb, or perhaps a few, then there are thick meaty skins, filled with water and nutrients, protecting the bulb. Further out the skins grow thinner and thinner, grow tougher and tougher, and grow more and more brittle, offering a different kind of protection as they cup that tiny bulb... but what if you could grow a better onion, a healthier onion, with a stronger spirit? What of the skins mortals cannot see? What of the invisible skins that stretch beyond the solidity on the onion, entrapping others in their protection. The divine onions of Bradley Groundsman's field as just such onions, having grown while basked in the divine radiance of the farmer god, their spirits have not only grown strong and healthy, but caring too, shielding those around them, wrapping them in those outer skins, skins too thin to see, skins strengthened by the power, bent by the will of the onion itself as it grew until the onion matures, and that power solidifies into the intangible sheet it is. Not only do the onions of Bradley Grounds protect their bearer of their own will, but so to do they complement most dishes, adding savory-tangy zest. Demigods, the ilk of gods. Demigods have much in common with gods. They, too, are greater personifications of things that otherwise exist in the world, but where do they come from, from what are they made? Some are the direct decedents of gods who mate with mortals. Others are the decedents of gods in a more abstract way. A personification of some great act or transgression the god has made. Others are when a god breaths divinity into someone or something. Demigods can be anything, anyone. The status as a demigod can be a mantle to be passed down, a divine blessing to be given and taken away, or it can be deeply entrenched in the soul where it can never be lost. Much like gods, not all demigods can transverse from the underworld to the living unaided, but also as with gods, death itself is not always permanent. Ben Undo, demigod of the beans' Ben is a middle-aged man who travels the world with many meaty beans. Dry beans, hydrated beans, mashed beans, roasted beans, watery beans, meaty beans. Beans of all sorts. While these days he tends to blend into the background it is said that he brought with him the first beans from Bradley Groundsman's garden, and taught the people of the world how to plant them. These days however, it's hard to pick Ben Undo out from all the other bean farmers and peddlers of the world. The God of the Burning Winds Third scroll of The Olden Book of El "Long, long ago, when the world tree was green and the people did not yet know of planting, there was a time that the ancient one did lose his hoe. It was not misplaced by accident, nor did it simply fall out of sight, but rather it was stolen from the old god by a younger more deviant god, or perhaps it was a titan. That was the first time his hoe had been misappropriated, and the madness that had fallen upon him back then had been tenfold that which had caused him to lead the Jörmungandr to the world tree. No, the first time it was much worse. The old farming god's rage burned like bright red flaming coals, and his will cast him unto the world. As a raging inferno he arced through the sky, landing amidst the untamed greenery of the young world, and by his very presence, casting it into flame. In his frenzy he did charge through the world, a raging flame always close behind. Now his rage was not long last, for he soon did realize his hands had once more grasped the hoe from the thief, but still did the flames linger about him..." Fifth scroll of The Olden Book of El"In time however, the people came to know this flame, to prey for its grace and its majesty, as it was not solely a flame of death, though death it certainly did mean to all in its path. The flame was a living incarnation of a forest fire, killing and devouring anything in its path, engulfing whole villages into its form leaving noting but soot and ash behind. From this soot and ash however did a great deal grow. This ash was far more fertile than the soils that had stood there before, and even the flame itself did farmers come to prey to visit them, for while it cleared the brush and expanded their fields with scarce little work." Fourth scroll of The Olden Book of El"With his will did the great god rend the raging flames from his form. Off to freedom these flames did fly as the Ancient One did rebuke the thief. Still onward and onward, higher and higher did the flames fly in a circling arc until they dove, seen only as the raging flame that blew like fierce death, stealing across the world. Flying through the trees and tall grasses the flames did consume them all, casting them all alight in its fiery form. Unlike before, the flame was no longer tethered to the Ancient One, but instead freed, bound only to the air itself, flowing through the wind like a great and insurmountable beast. It was more than once that the Burning Winds were mistaken as a dragon of great and mighty lungs, though fool be the knight who thinks to pierce its eye with steely lance, and in so doing, to fell it. The roar of its flames could be heard from miles abound, the dark raveling clouds of smoke that endlessly emanated from it looking almost as a pair of great black wings, the heat from its flame greater than any dragon's breath, and its boundless hunger consuming all before it. The heat of its presence, it's blinding brilliance, truly the people did think this creature the Ancient One's greatest curse upon the world..." An excerpt from the ballad of flames and beast"... but as I repelled it I did see, the grandest of horrors tearing through the trees. Across the cliff in yonder valley afar, I did see something quite bizarre. As my flame had the beast repelled, so had one grander the whole woodlands quelled. It's form so large and terrible a sight, the whole of me was shaken as I fell to dreaded fright. Endless coils of flame unfurled, the raging sea of flames before me whirled. Over trench and swamp and ocean it flew, and a great humbleness of my endeavors then I knew..." A young man, hale of body, tired of face, suspended in that middle-ground of vitality that is the product of youth and slowly escalating hard work. He stands outside the door from which Rose emerges, catching the worn, warm wood's swing with an open hand and watching this unusual egress with narrowing attention." Tell, and tell truth, old man; why do you flee paradise? What drive is in you, that death does not bind?" Again Rose slowly kneels, head lowered, but as he does so he speaks." There are a great many things that death does bind. In this case it's mostly obligation. It is only right that an old man pay respects before he does lie upon another bed. Additionally, I bring a gift from a humble farmer, may it not offend." Carefully the old man produced an onion, a divine onion, offering it to the god before him. Spoiler Hide Divine onion gives you one time use of the onion and vegetable myths (in the same instance) in a divine competition. (+2) A good-neighborly gift from Bradley Groundsman. An onion given, an onion received; and a young god's eyes flare a little at such a simultaneously humble, and extraordinary gift. He receives the bulb, turning it over in fingers just now gaining callouses." Offense is never given; only taken. Thank you." He appears to search himself, literally patting his clothes before looking up at the interloping soul, who plainly speaks for his divine." You have caught me. You have a gift for me, but I have none for you; and the hospitality of this place is useless to you. But take my honor, instead; and my word of debt. You have lived to see many things; you will live to see your offer properly respected." The old man, still kneeling, replies." Your gift is more than generous, why your praise and thanks would be gift enough in themselves, but do not underestimate the worth of yourself your godliness. Doubt and a loss of confidence can do you in as surely as if you had made and armed an enemy within yourself. Certainly your land is a beautiful one, and if you might permit me, I think I could use a good old barrel right about now..." At this the old man gives a lighthearted laugh, only somewhat gruffer than it might have been on account of his awareness of the mounting stiffness in his knees.

Things That Slumber Act 1_ Each in Accordance to His Will|rating:4.0

The Private Investigator ( S6XS6X, Kirinis, LovelyGirl, Whtbitch4u2own)

(been close to 8 months since David Floor and his fiancé, Lilly, had separated. He tried to live a normal life, going to work, and the gym, and trying to be as social as possible, but deep down inside, as the months went by, he grew into a deeper state of Depression. At first, he was angry, made no attempt to contact Lilly. If that's what she wanted, she wanted to move on, fine, so be it. He would move on to, and find someone better than her. But he came to realize, there wasn't anyone who would truly love him as much as she had loved him. Often he would attempt to email her or call her. But within a few weeks of their break-up, the phone number was no longer in service and the emails would be bounced back as undeliverable. She had cut him off completely, something he thought would never happen. The one time she did respond to his call, was when he called her and left a voice message for her Birthday. Her voice message back was simple and stern. "Look, Don't contact me anymore!!" and that was that... It was one Friday night, David was at home up late watching infomercials and flipping the channels. It was well past 1 AM, and he should have been out with his friends partying, or at the very least in bed. But all he could think about was his ex. "What was she up to? Why did she move on so abruptly, and was there any way he could get her back into his life?" He knew why she had left. He had been unfaithful once before in their relationship, but it was several years back, and he seemed to think that they had patched things up and everything was back to normal. David did have his flirtatious ways and often misused Facebook and other social media by flirting with women, even if it was harmless. It was one of these messages left up on his laptop which Lilly saw and confronted him about. It was the straw that broke the Camel's back, as Lilly packed her stuff up and was gone the next day. Nothing David could do to talk her into staying. He had really goofed up, and thought maybe it was for the better. But the more he thought about it, the more he missed her and wanted her back. During a commercial, an ad for a private investigator came on. "Want to see what your adolescent teens are up to? Need to find dirt on a loved one? Need to get in touch with someone that won't take your calls?" We're here to help!!".... The commercial was a new one, David had never seen it before, and after thinking about it long and hard, maybe this was the answer he needed. Maybe these guys could get in contact with Lilly. Reaching for his cell phone, he dialed the 1-800 number and got a recording. He patiently listened and then left a voice message...." Ahh, Yes...um, My name is Chris and, I'm trying to uh get in contact with my ex Fiancé....and I guess you guys are the experts at this sort of stuff. Please call me back when you can. My number is 704-443-9000. Thank You" He hung up, looked at his watch and decided to call it a night. The Endless possibilities raced through his head. He wondered if the P.I. company would even be able to track her down, she could have moved across the country for all he knew. And if they did, what would they find? Was she lonely and miserable like him? Was she back to partying and being promiscuous as she was in her younger days before they met? Was she in love with someone else? He forced himself to think of anything but her as he laid down in bed, rubbed his eyes and dozed off. (Spencer entered the office early that morning, she was usually the first one in the office anyway. Victor was always running late, just like back in the days when he was on in the precinct. They had met over five years ago, she was a freelance investigator for the police, and he was on the force. She was keen and cunning and always found what she was sent out for. She had a 98% success rate when it came to investigations. Furthermore, she knew how to work all the angles and knew how to solve a case in the quickest time anyone had ever seen. When he came to her and proposed that they go into business together, she didn't give it a second thought. She wanted more freedom to investigate, and not always be under the guise of the city. She was a rule breaker and that wasn't looked upon so well but the city. So She joined Victor five years ago in their own practice. She saw the light blinking on the machine and took all the messages off it. It was the last one that intrigued her the most. Ex- fiancée, could be a fascinating case. She put that message on the top. She knew Victor almost always liked her picks. Furthermore, she looked at the clock and shook her head. 'Late again," she sighed, waiting for him to burst through the door with some excuse or another. (picked up two coffees and a bag laden with two breakfast sandwiches from the usual hole in the wall joint he was a regular at in the morning. However, this time he didn't have the luxury to sit down for his eggs. He had woken up later than normal after a long night and Mia was going to have words with him. Words that he had heard again and again ever since they worked started working together. Victor didn't see why she would make a big deal out of it. Most of their clients with the few freak examples never showed up before 10 anyway, so there really wasn't a need to rush to get behind their desks before then. Hopefully the peace offering of the coffee and sandwich would mollify her. Balancing the cups and the bag in one hand, Victor didn't bother fumbling for the keys for the office. Mia was already inside and the door would be unlocked. Victor could see her sitting behind her desk, no doubt staring at the door. He wouldn't disappoint, and he popped the door open and smiled at Mia. "Peace, Mia. I bring an offering of breakfast and hot coffee. I know, I know, I'm running late; overslept and my alarm didn't wake me up..." Victor set one of the cups on Mia's desk along with the bag before taking off his own coat and hanging it up. Taking a sip from his cup, Victor looked at Mia. "So any early worms pop up for a peek, Mia?" He looked towards the machine, it wasn't blinking so either there wasn't or Mia had taken them off again. He came in with that smile and those puppy eyes knowing he was in trouble with her. She had to admit though, had he not brought breakfast, she wouldn't have eaten at all. "OK, maybe you need a better alarm clock then. One with crashing cymbals, perhaps." She took her sandwich and coffee and began to go over the messages they had for the morning."Yeah, we have a good one, some guy named Chris. Looking for his ex- fiancée. Could be interesting. Something juicy, maybe she left him for another guy, or woman." Mia chuckled at the thought, it wouldn't be the first time. She handed the message to Victor, "Here's the number, why don't you give him a call while I go through the other cases." She went back to finish her sandwich and began prioritizing which other cases they might take on if this one didn't pan out. Victor looked at the message from Chris and smiled. Jobs like this were always fun and juicy as Mia liked to put it. It wouldn't tax their resources too much, for some reason or another it was always easy to track them down. It was almost like they wanted to get caught doing it. Either way, it was easy money to pad their accounts which was never a bad thing. The flow of money into their coffers was never a sure thing. Sometimes business was good and they would have a fat month. Sometimes business was slow and not one person would knock on their door for a month. While he hadn't left the force because he didn't get paid, the harsh reality was that there were always bills to be paid and sometimes not enough money ended up in their pockets at the end of the quarter. That was why he had gotten them a TV ad in order to keep them in the public eye so to speak to lure in more customers. "Sure thing, Mia." Victor took another drink from his cup before he got settled down at his desk and picked up the phone and dialed Chris' number. "Hello? Is this Chris? I'm returning your call in regard to your issue...""" Chris was just finishing up a meeting with a few colleagues and some potential new clients at work. He worked for a Law firm downtown and was a pretty successful up-and-coming trial lawyer in the city. As the meeting was wrapping up, he heard his cell phone buzzing in his jacket pocket as he reached for it, not recognizing the 1800 number....maybe it was his bank calling him? He answered... "Hello, Chris Speaking"A stunned look overcame his face when he realized who was returning his call, He had almost completely forgotten about calling the Private Investigator, after all it was on a whim. Covering the cell phone, "guys excuse me, I have to take this call and get back to my office." as he quickly grabbed his briefcase and hustled out of the conference room and into his office, shutting his office door. "Oh Hey, thanks for returning my call" he spoke in a hushed tone, so as nobody would hear his conversation through his office door." So..... How does this exactly work?" "Relax, Chris. We'll walk you through the process step by step." Victor had to smile at Chris whispering into the phone. Most people had that reaction when called by a private investigator. It was something due to watching way too many of the old dramas in his opinion as he had told Mia once a while back. This wasn't the movies where there were hidden daggers in every shadow waiting for the unwary. "First, why don't you come down to our office. Then we can discuss this matter in private away from any eyes or ears."" Do you have our address, Chris?" Victor pulled out a pad and started writing down some notes on this new prospective client. "I can assure you we will handle your issue with absolute discretion. What you say here will never leave the room. Now when would be good time for you?" I Know you guys are located downtown, I didn't write the address down, but if you can give it to me, I'll write it down now" Chris grabbed a pen and paper and listened alertly for the address and directions." That's only 10 minutes from where I work, perhaps I can stop by on my way home, You'll be open past 5 PM, Correct?"" Great, See you in a few hours!" Chris hung up the phone and got back to work. Shortly before leaving work, he packed up his belongings in his suitcase and was rushing to get out of the office, to beat traffic and head over to the address of the Private Investigator he had written down. It dawned on him that maybe he should bring a picture or two. Luckily he had a few of the more recent pics of her on his desk top from a dinner date and a vacation they went on merely a month before the break-up. He printed the pics out, slipped them into a folder and tucked the folder neatly in his briefcase before heading down to the parking garage and getting into his car, a 2011 Audi sports car. Traffic was light and Chris pulled up in front of the building, double-checked the address and parked on the street. He nervously whistled a tune stuck in his head as he knocked on the door, before entering the Office of the red brick building. (((((ALL, note I accidentally started off with the first post of my character with the name "DAVID" and haphazardly changed his name to "CHRIS", We'll continue with the name "CHRIS" from here on out:) "Of course, we'll see you then, Chris. Goodbye." Victor hung up and looked to Mia. "Looks like Chris will be coming in later after work. Do we have any surveillance scheduled for tonight, Mia?" He looked down as his pad and scribbled down a few more thoughts. "It looks like it'll be another late night again, no overtime though." Victor smiled as he got up and headed over to start making a file for Chris in their cabinet. It may pan out, it may not but Victor believed in being prepared either way." Now what else do we have on the docket for today?" Victor headed over to Mia's desk to see what other cases were on the desk. He had a good feeling today about prospects. Whiles this wasn't police work, Victor liked the satisfaction of being in the mix and being able to help out the community directly without too much red tape entangling him. Chris sat in his car, listening to the radio. One of Lilly's favorite songs had just come on, and it brought a rush of memories in a flooding wave to his brain. He hated missing her. He wishes he could just move on, like all of his guy friends have been telling him. But as much as he faked enjoying guys night out, drinking at the bar and dancing with women, at the end of the night he would go home, alone, depressed. He reached into his briefcase and looked over the pictures of Lilly he had brought. It was the end of the song and the commercial that followed that snapped him out of his daze. He was here, should he go through with it? What would be the outcome? Would they be able to track her down, and if so what would they reveal about her life now that he was no longer apart from it? A Prideful man, Chris hated the fact he was about to report to sneaky, spying type tactics to uncover Lilly's whereabouts, but it ate him up more inside, not to know. He put the pictures back in the briefcase, exited his car, and walked up the steps to the door of the Building. Entering the Lobby, he scanned the plaque with senates names and what floor they were on. "3rd floor". Pressing the elevator up button, he waited nervously. Mia looked at Victor as he hung up the phone. "No, nothing for tonight, Miss Williams called off her surveillance for tonight, something about having Bridge night. So it this guy on the up and up? Does he really want to go through with it and find her?" There were often times that clients would call, want to find a lost love then get cold feet and bail. She hoped this wouldn't be like those times." Hmm, well, I have some research for the Muller case, but that's all computer work, and we have these," Mia handed him a stack of bill for the agency and giggled. "It's all yours partner. Seems like we'll be in the black this month, so don't cringe." She sat down behind her desk and began her research, still chuckling to herself. Lillian Nottingham also known as ‘Lilly’ by some close friends and relatives about a year ago was involved in a relationship with David. She really thought he was the one when he popped the question to her. They had a good relationship going on for many years and gotten used to spending time together. Being the rich man, he provided what Lilly needed, but she never felt as if she was doing all this because of his money. She was a ‘one guy type’ of a gal and even though she was very flirtatious prior to meeting him but once they actually started dating, she was very dedicated to her man; unlike David who still flirted with few of his friends. She never doubted him; speaking of which, she never even doubted when he confronted to her about his relation with another girl while they were dating. Being a kind girl and in love with David, she forgave him and put that past behind them. It was recently, few months back, when she replied yes to David proposal and got engaged soon after. She was a type of girl who everyone wanted to marry and few of his friends even made jokes about if he wasn’t planning to propose her, they would. She was happy and then something happened, a fight broke off; while all other things she had kept inside of her these many years finally erupted into a big emotional drawback as she wondered what she was doing was the right thing. There were times when David even accused her of being with him for his money, and blamed her for him flirting with other girls as if she doesn’t meet up to his expectations in bed as if she was holding something back. Something clicked in her mind and she left him without even a notice or a hint that would warn him about her plan of leaving him behind breaking off their engagement. She even bought her wedding dress which she tore it apart and threw it away. Today, she still remembers that day crystal clear which changed her life afterward, and she became the person she is today maybe for good or for bad. She went about living her life with her college friend who was two states far from her previous location with a beginning. She went about looking for a decent job but to no avail, she failed as she rent and bills were overdue. Her friend worked at this elite rich neighborhood strip club as she was making a good living off of it. It was her friend who suggested that she live in her apartment as she was buying a new expensive condo few miles out of town. She also suggested that she should look into working there at the club as a part-time until a good job comes her way so at least she can start making payment on her bills and rent. She avoided taking up her suggestion, continued looking for a job and few months passed by, yet she was still in the same place. Finally, she agreed to work there part-time about two months back seeing it as an only way out, and she made good living out of it. Recently, she was hired by a good prestigious accounting firm as a part-timer. This was working fine as both her jobs didn’t interfere with on another; one job was few days a week and other was few nights and weekends. Even though she made more money at the strip club, she didn’t mind being at the firm working her way up to become a full-timer. That morning, she was supposed to be working at a firm as she got dressed up in her black pencil skirt and a white top with matching heels. She went to work living double life; she enjoyed working with people as normal person would. Going up to her cubicle, she went about doing her work. As of today, she never looked back and thought about David or the life she had with him. "I don't know, Mia. He did seem a bit rabbit on the phone. But that's why we have these interviews, right? Assess the client and then determine if we want to take the case." Victor walked over and took the stack of bills from Mia. "We'll collect some information and make a final decision if we want to take Chris and his case on. Although it does sound fun, when was the last time we had an unfaithful wife case?" He laughed as he gave a quick look through of the bills. "Ah the collectors, what would we do our money if we didn't feed it to them..." Victor returned to his desk and pulled out the books and started tallying the bills to what he had written down. He liked having things written down in duplicate so he just double-checked and marked a few new entries within the ledger. Once that was done the checkbook came out and Victor dashed out checks and stuffed the envelopes before having them sent out. When he came back, Victor brought some hot lunch to share and did some writing on the Williams issue. Before they knew it, the clock had ticked towards their appointment and Victor had the photos he was studying locked away. Pocketing his keys he looked at Mia. "Looks like he's almost here. Get your game face on and let's see what Chris has in store for us." He then walked to the door and double-checked that it was unlocked before he got back to his seat to wait for Chris to either knock on the door or just head inside. *reaching for the door handle, Chris tried it, it was unlocked, and he opened it slowly, peeking inside, before entering, his briefcase in hand. "Hi, I'm Chris.... I' called earlier" he said somewhat shyly as he made his way into the office toward where Victor was seated. It was a small office, as Chris looked around in the few seconds it took for him to approach Victor, he noticed the company to be a small one, with two desks. He saw a young lady who seemed hard at work at her desk, stacks of papers and files littered on both desks. He was finally going through with it. No more wondering, no more making up stories about where his ex was, who she was with. He felt a little dirty inside, like maybe this was against the rules, but his brain wouldn't be content another way. He had to know. Furthermore, he took a seat opposite of Victor's desk and waited for him to finish up with whatever he was working on at the moment. Victor looked up from his desk and smiled broadly at Chris. He got up and offered his hand to him. "Welcome to the agency, Chris. My name is Victor and my partner here is Mia." Victor sized Chris up. Dressed to the nines, he certainly had money to his name and Chris looked the part of someone who would be willing to pay a bit for peace of mind. Victor was certainly grateful that he was. These sorts of clients were the rare fishes in the pond that could be counted on making their bank accounts very, very happy." So why don't you tell us more about your situation, Chris? We hold everything spoken here in the strictest confidence." Victor tried to reassure Chris that he was doing the right thing in coming to their office. "Gives us more information to work from so we can start evaluating your options." Mia had to chuckle to herself. It was typical that the male clients felt more comfortable talking to Victor. They never thought that maybe, just maybe she too was just as good, or even better than a male detective. Most guys thought she might only be the secretary, which always burned her. She let the men chatter on until Victor introduced her, and she smiled from her desk. She sized Chris up from her desk, well-dressed, this was going to be a well paying client for sure. For now, she would just observe, let the men have their little talk while she took mental notes of the conversation. Chris meet Victor's hand with a firm, friendly handshake, then politely waved over in Mia's direction before taking a seat opposite Victor. He lowered his gaze a bit nervously, chewing on his bottom lip as he stumbled in his mind as to where to start with divulging the information. "Ahh, Well umm, let's see...." He cleared his throat, "I've been broken up with my ex for 8 months now, and having a hard time moving on. It's one of those things where I can't get her out of my mind, and if it were up to me, We would have never broken up. But she's the one who called it quits, kind of abruptly left one weekend after we had a fight. I never saw it coming....."his voice trailed off." I guess what I'm hoping for is maybe to find a way to get in touch with her. Furthermore, I still feel like we have unfinished business and I want to try my hardest to get her back. But she changed her phone number and hasn't responded to any of my emails in the last 6 months. So I guess that's why I'm here...." Victor saw the look in Mia's eye when she nodded in acknowledgment. He had known her long enough to get a feel when Mia wasn't happy but was too polite to act out on it. She probably was grousing over the fact that Chris had come over to talk to him over her first. The male clients did tend to gravitate towards talking to him over talking to Mia first even though they were equal partners in this. He lifted his hand up to caution Chris. "Before we continue any further, I want you to be honest with me. Has she brought any legal actions against you?" Victor wanted to cover his bases and more importantly he didn't want the cops at his old precinct getting the wrong idea of his business. Victor and Mia were in the business of handling issues on the down low, not facilitating scumbags who wanted someone to legally stalk their victims. He gave a look at Mia to see what she was thinking about Chris and if she was thinking the same thing he was. Mia raised an eyebrow as Chris told his story. Maybe she doesn't want to be found, maybe she's just done with you, she thought to herself. Men somehow never knew how to let go if a woman left them first. They could leave a woman weeping on the floor without a care, but god forbid a woman leave them first. Most men thought they were God's gift to women, and could not believe a woman would actually walk out on them. She hoped to God he wasn't some stalker type, and knew that was what Victor was trying to surmise through his questions. Stalkers came in all shapes and sizes, and you could never tell just by looking at them. She continued to stay quiet, letting Victor do is work, hoping Chris would spill the beans on the whole deal with this fiancée that decided to haul ass and run off. Chris was slightly taken aback by Victor's Question..." Legal Action, why of course not!! No I certainly haven't given her any reason to. I mean at first I thought maybe trying to call her 10–12 times a day was a bit excessive, and she would resort to maybe filing some sort of restraining order, but as it turns out she changed her number. None of my emails have been replied to which leads me to believe she's blocked my email address or changed hers. But in any event, I'm not the stalker type, although the thought has crossed my mind" he chuckled, but not seeing the amusement in Victor or Mia's face, ..."but that's when I decided to leave the snooping around to the professionals." If anyone could track her down and figure out what she's up to, it definitely would have to be the professionals Chris thought. Victor was indeed less than amused by Chris' comment about being the stalker type. When it involved business, Victor did not like the possibility of getting into trouble with the law. He had spent enough time on the force to not appreciate unprincipled investigators, and he would turn into one himself. "First, Chris. I want you to understand that we do not guarantee a one hundred percent success rate. If we can find her, we will." Victor leaned back in his seat. "Second, we charge a retainer fee and if additional expenses do accrue you will be charged accordingly." Victor leaned forward again in his seat placing his hands on his desk, he drew out a pen and began to take down few notes. "If this is acceptable, then we can proceed. Why don't you tell me more about your ex? Contact information and anything else you can think of. This way it'll make our job easier in tracking her down." Chris Nodded his head as Victor explained the charges and that there were no guarantees, but that they would do everything they could. He knew there it wasn't certain they would find her, but he knew they sure had a hell of a lot better chance using their skills and resources than he did. "Err how much does a job like this typically run?" Chris asked, wondering just how much he would have to pay to even get the process started."Let's see, I know her mom lives in Banister, that's a Town about 30 minutes north of here. So she may have moved in with her. And one of her close friends lives just outside of town, possible she might have moved in with her, but her place was small, so I'm not sure. Or she could have got her own apartment, like I said I'm not really sure" he paused, scratching his head." Her old cell phone number was 202-730, 8879 but that number was disconnected. And her email address, well I'm not sure if It's connected or not, but she definitely doesn't respond to any of my emails." He took a moment to jot down where she worked and her email address. "I really think that's it," he said not really able to come up with any more useful information to help the investigators. "It depends on what resources your ex-fiancee can muster to keep prying eyes away from her. If she has more, then it will take longer and our expenses will run higher to track her down and the converse is true." Victor started writing down a generalized estimate for the initial bill. "Our retainer fee is $4,000 and typically expenses may run to about $200 a day conservatively speaking." He put down his pen and tore off the rates which he had written down from the pad and gave it to Chris. "Of course, expenses can run higher...gathering information is not a cheap proposition, Chris. But we accept, cash, credit, or check." As Chris talked about his fiancée, Victor jotted down a few more notes. "I'm also going to need a name and also any particular habits she has. What kind of food does she prefer, what sort of movies, clothes...anything you can think of your fiancée would be appreciated. Also do you have anything where you live that belongs to your fiancée?" Chris nodded as Victor started to explain the price break down and how it really all depended on how the investigation went. "I understand" He had never thought about Lilly spending money to hide her self from him any father than she already had, but it was possible. "I can mail you a check first thing tomorrow if you like, Victor?" Chris scratched his head. Lilly had pretty much taken everything that was hers the weekend she moved out abruptly. There were a few shared household items which they agreed who would get what. But not anything major stood out to Chris. "There were a few of her half empty perfume bottles, and cosmetics she left behind. I threw most of it out except her favorite perfume, because well, it reminded me of her. Let's see her favorite Mall to shop at or go to the Movies would be the one down town. Oak view Mall....favorite store would be forever 21 or Sephora.... Favorite food would probably be Chinese Carryout. She' loves to cook at home though and is always trying new recipes. She has a gym membership, and she'll work out for a few months and take a few months off, she's never really consistent with that. I'm not exactly sure which gym she works out at but it's a block or two from her Job....that's really all I know...." Mia had sat quietly behind her desk taking notes as the two boys conversed. Victor was handling the interview perfectly, telling Chris about the rates and taking all the information about the girl that got away. There were a couple of points that Victor had missed and that was the point when Mia leaned forward to chime in." Before she left you, did she make any new friends, buy anything new? Was she being secretive, going out at odd hours and making excuses? Did you ever think that maybe she had planned on leaving and this fight was a way out?" She sat there with this look on her face that she figured the lady in question may not have been happy for a while and this was all a way to get away from Chris and never see him again. "Mia I would often ponder the same questions, wondering if I missed signs of her wanting a way out. If the signs were there, then I was oblivious to them" Chris shook his head. "She never really stayed out real late except on the occasional weekend night, dinner and drinks with her girlfriends, or to hit a club to celebrate So-n-So's birthday, but nothing out of the ordinary". Chris did some deep reflection. If there were signs that she was unhappy, then he certainly didn't see them. If he had, he would have done everything in his power to have fixed them before she was gone out of his life. She cocked her eyebrow as Chris gave his answer, perhaps those weekends out were more than what he thought they were. She had already jotted down the cell number and was running a trace on the numbers. Even after it was disconnected, there were still phone records that could be linked to the number. It looked like a couple of weeks before she bailed, there was one number that was repeated often. She wouldn't mention it now, but Mia would play her cards after Chris left and let Victor in on what she found. It looked like Lily had wanted out for a while, and now she was free as a bird in Mia's book. As Mia continued to talk with Chris, Victor took a look at his notes and listened to what Chris was saying to her. A check would be fine, most clients paid in checks despite the fact that for the sake of modernity, the office also had a credit card reader. He began to jot down a few notes on the first places they were going to stake out to see if Chris' fiancée... Jane Doe still frequented them. Victor had a suspicion that she would. Most people were creatures of habit and even if she was cutting ties with Chris she would still frequent the same brand stores. Victor drew out an empty folder and wrote down Chris' name on it and slipped in a few of the notes in it. Victor got up and walked over to the cabinet and slipped his file into the drawer before drawing out their business card. "Well, it's running a bit late and I think you probably want to go have some dinner so why don't I see you out, Chris. We'll get to work right away on your case." Victor smiled reassuringly and patted Chris on his back before he gave him their business card, "Don't worry, we'll do everything in our power to find her. You can make out the check to the agency and if you have any questions you can call the number." Chris stood up and eagerly shook Victor's hand. The hard part was over. He had gone through with the decision to finally reach out and find her and hopefully contact her. Now instead of fear of never hearing from her, his heart was full of hope and butterflies. He felt confident that Victor and Mia were skilled investigators and knew it probably only be a matter of time before they tracked her down." Thanks Again, Victor.and Mia" as he waved to her, grabbing his suitcase and heading to the front door. "I'll mail the check tomorrow morning" as he looked at the Business card Victor handed him to ensure the address was on there. He turned and headed outside, to his car. The sun had set moments before and the sky was turning dark as he climbed inside his ride, turned the radio on and drove home. He was excited and anxious for once. Mia waved back at Chris as he left. There was something about him, she didn't trust. Why the hell was he, so hell-bent on finding a woman that obviously didn't want to be found? Still it was not her place to question, once they had his check in hand, it was all business. After he left the building, she turned to Victor, "I don't know, something about him just doesn't sit right with me. I mean she changed everything just to avoid him? Guess it will be interesting to find out why at least. Ya think we'll really get that check, or will he bail on it? He kinda winced when you told him the amount for the retainer." Mia chuckled softly, that was usually the time most clients changed their mind. Sure their price was steep, but they were the best at what they did. "That will be fine, Chris" Victor smiled as he saw Chris out the door and headed back to his desk. They weren't expecting any more customers and there was still more work to be done. Victor sat down and took a look at his notes. Why was he so hung up on this ex-fiancee without drowning his troubles in someone else was puzzling. This ex-fiancee must have been truly something special to Chris or... Victor thought of the other possibility. There was always a chance of that happening...or all the other women in his life were just plain ugly in his eyes. Either way, they ran a private investigation firm not a dating service and Victor wasn't in the business of matchmaking. Victor turned in his chair to look at Mia. "He seems...okay enough. Or at least he didn't flip out on us for asking about her." He laughed when Mia mentioned the check. "I hope he sends that check, we aren't exactly rolling in the dough like he is. Chris though looks like he can afford us, with his suit and briefcase." Victor got up and stretched a little. "We're going to need to cover a lot of ground with this case. For one thing, I didn't catch his ex-fiancee's name, did you Mia?" Chris arrived home and decided on a frozen dinner meal since he wasn't in the mood to cook. He popped it in the microwave and then decided to grab his checkbook before he forgot about it. Jogging up the stairs to the bedroom, he grabbed the checkbook from his dresser and shuffled back down the stairs into the kitchen where he sat at the table searching for a pen. He made out the check-out to the Investigation firm, for some of $5000....which was extra be he already anticipated other fees along the way and didn't want to hold up the process any. "Wow, sure is a lot of money for a shot in the dark" he thought to himself. But it indeed was well worth it. The Microwave chimed alerting him his food was ready and Chris snapped out of his wandering state of mind. He ate his dinner at the small kitchen table, flipping through the newspaper. After dinner, Chris decided to call it a night and went to bed. He had a long day ahead of him tomorrow and needed sleep after an exhausting day at work. Before heading out the next day, Chris dropped off the check in the mailbox in front of his house, and continued on his day. "Yeah, her name was Lily, pretty name, bet she's a looker. He wouldn't be searching if she was an absolute dog. You men are all the same, always want what you can't have. I bet is she was less than stellar, he would have never come in here. I actually feel bad for her, I mean it's obvious that she wants nothing to do with him, and here we are trailing after this girl." Mia rose and took the phone records off the printer and walked to Victors desk. "She had been calling this number an awful lot. Might want to check into who she was calling so much before she split." Mia leaned over, her red locks tumbled over her shoulders, she smiled, then pointed out the timestamps on each call." They seem to go late into the night as well, something was up with her before she bailed." Mia then stood and moved back to her desk." I'll keep checking to see if she forwarded an address or something, but best to start with that number." Victor took in what his partner told him of her opinion. What she said certainly made a lot of sense, and he trusted in Mia's conclusions. He had relied on her in the past, and he would do so again and again in the future. "You never know, Mia. It could very well be the reason he values her is that she fawned over him. Then, when she had a change of heart, she fled, and he wants his loyal supporter back." Victor paused for a moment and frowned, the words tasted of ashes. He was already thinking of the worst for his client and he couldn't do that if he wanted to provide an unbiased assessment." Whichever the case might be, we'll provide Chris with the standard surveillance package. Find where Lily lives, document her current routines, and then we'll go from there." Victor took the records and looked at them for a moment before looking at Mia, a momentary pang stabbing him as she smiled at him. He had pursued Mia before, and would pursue her again for a relationship outside their partnership, but she always shot him down. She wanted to keep things professional between them even as he wanted to know more about his red-headed partner. With that smile, Victor could almost hope that it meant she saw him more than just as a partner and casual friend." I'll make the call with one of our drop phones to check up on this. Also start a search on the locations of her favorite stores, Mia. Chris mentioned how Lily liked Forever 21 and Sephora. She may not be visiting the ones at Oakland Mall, but the other places can provide us the first places to stake out later." Victor opened a desk drawer and picked out one of the prepaid cell phones he had bought for the business and started dialing the number. "Thanks, Mia." He smiled back at her before he turned back to waiting for someone to pick up before he...there they were. "Good evening, this is Lancaster Consulting, and I was wondering if you would like to fill out a survey about shopping habits, and we'll enter you into a drawing for the chance to win an iPad..." Mia always kept her business partners at bay. There was nothing worse than mixing business with pleasure, it always ended bad and ended up super awkward. She had some idea that Victor liked her, he had asked her out once or twice, but she never knew how deep his feelings ran. She was all work and no play when she was on the clock. There was nothing that could sway her from getting her job done. She sat at her desk listening to Victor on the phone, she enjoyed it when he got down to working a case. He could be as determined as she was. They had built a pretty good business together, and she could not imagine being partners with anyone else. She smiled as he worked his magic on the phone them waited, hopefully he had gotten a solid lead for them. Lillian went about doing her work and since she was assigned to be a part of a project for the first time, she had to make sure she gives 100% in it. She was finally achieving her goals of a proper career for the first time in her life and there was no way she can screw it up. If she were to screw it up, she was afraid that she would have to go back to working at “The Bliss!” strip club, full-time to meet her financial needs. Her double job was working out good for now, but she wished that she’d be offered a full-time position from her current part-time, and then she can quit this old job of her as a dancer. She started working at the club when she had no other option available to her and seeing her friend lead a nice life, she finally stepped out of her shoes and took up that job. She was in constant touch with her friend Michelle who was her college roommate and best buddies, even now. Furthermore, she called her many times and had long conversations few days before she disappeared from Chris’s life. Furthermore, she even used to talk to her almost twice a week and given her usual free time, it was at night since she worked as a dancer at the Bliss. Her friend was the one who helped her get away from her old life with Chris and the same person who made Lily realize that she call off the wedding. Finally taking up her suggestion, she got away from him and Michelle even helped her gather her new life in a different state and let Lily work under her name so no one can track her down. She made sure to go far away from Chris and start a new life; Lily couldn’t have done it without Michelle’s help. Soon, she moved there in Michelle’s apartment and started looking for a job. To no avail, she took up her suggestion and started working at the Bliss temporarily under Michelle’s name, lived in her apartment while Lily paid the rent as Michelle moved out into a bigger condo, and even her credit cards. She did use her real name at the accounting firm and that’s all. She was sure she couldn’t be tracked down by Chris even if he tried so hard and loved her new life. She only had to wait for a full-time position if offered, and she will be set for good. Furthermore, she took a new project file and slid it in her purse thinking she will study this at home so she can be ready for it. Shutting off her computer, getting up from the chair, she made her way to an elevator to the parking lot to her car. She drove home, made a quick dinner for herself, and call it a night. "Of course, might I speak with the person in charge of your building's utilities?" Victor smiled as he quickly cycled through the usual roll of questions. Even if the person on the other side didn't give him answers, her non-answers were just as informative to Victor. "...no? Hmm, thank you very much for your time and have a good day ma'am." He hung up the phone and turned to Mia. "Well, that was intriguing, the number that Lily called belongs to a female someone. They wouldn't give me a name, but based on her answers this someone most likely lives in an apartment. Her response to the utilities question was that she doesn't know which means she lives in an apartment and is definitely not the landlord." Victor jotted down a few more notes before he went over to the cabinet stocked with the phone books for the city and began to page through them by neighborhood to track down the numbers. Pausing for a moment after flipping through a few more pages he looked to Mia. "So how many places will we need to stake out, Mia?" Stakeouts were pretty mundane, although given how paranoid people were these days it wasn't sleepy work since they had to stay awake to wave away police summoned by the local residents to their car. If the police did show up, their cover of anonymously covering their target was ruined since the police drew eyes like magnets drew iron filings. (Is this Role-play Dead? Just wondering?? )

The Private Investigator ( S6XS6X, Kirinis, LovelyGirl, Whtbitch4u2own)|rating:3.0

Perfect Doll (Magikal and theDefiantPirate)

Lynda had always known she was destined to be both great and different. She wasn't sure when it would happen, she just knew that it would happen. She had a normal childhood but found herself wondering about being not just beautiful, but radiant. When she was a teenager, she was stuffing her bras, and when she finally saw cartoon characters like Jessica Rabbit she simply fell in love. She never grew up like she wanted, she wanted to be short and voluptuous, not tall and athletic. She didn't really have any choices though as she continued growing, taller and taller. Pretty soon most boys were intimidated by her, especially when she stopped growing an inch or two short of six feet. When she had heels on, she was simply an amazonian goddess. She tended to wear old converse shoes and faded jeans with various holes. Her physique was slim and no matter what she did, she couldn't ever develop the killer curves that she desired. For her top half she wore two or three layered tank tops. She barely had any breasts to speak of so didn't even bother with a bra, if she did, it would be a sports bra. She had a cute face, although she thought she was much less attractive than she actually was, she had some self-esteem issues to be sure. Her boyfriends indulged her for the most part, buying her clothing and telling them how much they loved her. In high school she dated a few different guys, her first lover was funny and never serious. Eventually that got on her nerves, not everything could be a joke. Her second lover was the varsity quarterback, she fell in lust with him hard, she found suspicious text messages and a few choice Instagram pics let her know that he wasn't faithful. After that, she gave up on love and focused on the arts. She loved ceramics, painting, drawing, sketching, even writing. One of her favorite topics was fashion. Lynda always liked sketching women, especially those girls wearing fashionable outfits. She would design new outfits for her characters, show what the same character looked like both with a slight build like her own, and an overdeveloped porn star build. Her technique was inspired and passionate, if her work was seen by the right person she could easily get a job with the industry. To make ends meet, Lynda decided to start posing for the art class at college. The artists loved her long and athletic body. The extra money helped her save up for a rainy day, or until she could finally afford some sort of elective cosmetic surgery to bring her closer towards her goal. As she was posing, she couldn't believe her luck. One of the artists sketching her was her best friend from high school, Maya. She had moved away in the middle of her senior year and stopped posting on social media. Lynda always wondered what happened to her, and now, almost 2 years later, she was hunched over a drawing board, sketching her. She posed and held a pose. She thought about posing for a week or two so decided to get waxed first, she wanted to make sure that every inch of her looked good on paper or canvas. Furthermore, she was tight, toned, tall, and athletic. Furthermore, she looked just like a dancer or volleyball player. Furthermore, she posed for 30 minutes, then a few minute breaks, then 20 minutes, then she did a rapid series of 1 minutes poses. Furthermore, she then had a five-minute break before doing the entire thing over again. Furthermore, she put on a robe, grabbing her own sketchbook and was drawing. Furthermore, she thought about talking to Maya, but decided to wait until the entire 2-hour session was complete. If Maya didn't approach her during the break, she would go about her second series of poses, and as she finished up and put on a robe, she headed to talk to Maya, "Maya, is that you? It's me. Lynda." She blushed as she approached her and hugged her, "Strange place to meet again after what has it been. Two years? Come into the changing area and talk for a minute, ok?" Lynda walked over and changed into her normal outfit, a white tank top, black sports bra, and faded and ripped jeans, along with old converse. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail. "Wow. So nice to see you. How has everything been?" She accepted the envelope with cash from the instructor, it was $30 bucks an hour, and they paid on the spot. She put the money into her bag, then pulled out a sketchbook, drawing something inside of it. Furthermore, she was drawing a beautiful fashion model, glancing up, although this fashion model was extremely buxom. Furthermore, she giggled when Maya looked at the picture, "Sorry. I know it's crazy. I'm like the flattest girl around, and I always draw such curvy girls." She smiled, "If I can save up 5 grand. I can do something about it, you know?" She smiled, "I attended a few of these classes last year. And, know they are always looking for models. And, there's something liberating about standing in front of 20 strangers naked, you know?" She laughed. "Plus, every time is getting me that much closer to my dream. This money goes straight into the boob fund, you know." She smiled, "So, what have you been up to. Why didn't you call me when you came back to town?"(( Maya Shepard had been everything Lynda had craved, Short, Voluptuous, she had developed early giving her a large natural bust. She could just sigh, and hint at something she wanted, only to have not only boys but even some girls all fawning over her, trying to offer her what she wanted. Popular, and pretty, that being said unlike your average popular girl, she actually had tried to be Lynda's friend. While they were in school together, she had even gone out of her way and dealt with any of Lynda's bullies. Truth be told, Maya had a crush on Lynda, though at the time she was keeping her true feelings secret, so she pretended to be into boys. However, her family moved to Japan, then after graduating from high school, she lost interest in social media, she studied abroad for a year, before going back to her hometown community college. Where in art class, she found herself sketching Lynda. She had given Lynda a few winks, and smiles while they had worked but waited until after the sessions to talk to her. She had been beautiful before, but now she was 5' 6" long flowing rose-red hair that cascaded in natural curls, shining emerald green eyes, perfectly plump pouty kissable lips, and a supreme, all natural 36H cup bust, hourglass figure made possible by her perfect child bearing hips, and large round sexy and very fuckable ass. Furthermore, she wore a long sexy maroon silk dress, that was skin tight brought out the emerald green of her eyes, and made the deep color of her hair pop." Had I known you were still heard darling, I would have!" she giggled as they walked into the changing area, she looked at Lynda's drawings and giggled. "But see, that is exactly why I like you, you dream of improving yourself, and saving money in a boob fund is step one Hun, tell you what!" she said excitedly reaching into her purse, "Try this lipstick out, it will help plump those bland flat lips up, make them one step closer to being as perfect as mine!" she said handing Lynda, the tube of the most expensive lipstick Lynda had ever laid hands on. "I see potential in you, your like a little caterpillar, hoping someday to emerge from a cocoon, as a gorgeous perfect butterfly. And I, want to help you achieve the Perfection you seek!" she finished, she then hugged her friend for a few moments. However, after they stopped hugging, things got interesting Maya leaned in and kissed Lynda, deeply on the lips as a lover would.(Mayas hair and face Dress)) Lynda beamed when she finally saw Maya. She finished up her modeling job then motioned for Maya to join her in the changing area. "I. You remember me, right?" She looked Maya over, "Oh gosh, did your tits get even larger?" She giggled and blushed, "All natural? That's. I've never seen something so impressive!" She moved to hug her, squeezing against Maya, "Did. You look great hon!" she said, as she stepped behind a curtain and quickly put her clothing back on. She was wearing a tank top and blue jeans. "This session is 60 bucks towards the goal. I'm getting there, slowly but surely." She looked Maya over again, quickly, her eyes lingering on Maya's outrageous cleavage." I'm so jealous of your figure. Maybe when I finally save up enough you can come with me, if you're still in town, and I can say give me a pair like that!" she giggles. "Or even a little bigger, if that's possible!" She laughed and closed her eyes, imagining herself with a massive pair like that. She nodded, taking the lipstick, pursing her lips, and applying it to her lips. Furthermore, she was about to ask another question when Maya moved in with what she thought was a hug. Instead, Maya planted a warm and wet kiss, right on her lips. Lynda was shocked and lost her train of thought, "Maya. I. Uhm." She held her hands out in front of her, "I. Uhm, see you as a friend, Maya. Not uh. You. Like me. Or missed me?" She blushed and took a step back, "I. Is that a happy to see you kiss?" She had never kissed a girl on the lips before, but had kissed her friends on the cheek before, or her relatives, of course. Lynda smiled slightly, "How are you going to help me. You mean, with advice?" She beamed as she put on her lipstick against, grabbing a compact and checking what effect it had on her lips. "Well of course I remember you, how could I forget one of my real friends' sweetie! And as for my Titties, I did develop early remember." she giggled after breaking the hug, squeezing her giant memories together and jiggling them* teasingly. "Don't be Jelly though dear, you will get there! Like I said, I want to help you along the path to the body you dream of." she added sweetly, then the kiss happened, she noticed Lynda's reaction. "Oh... Dear I'm... I'm sorry, please forgive me, sometimes I forget that even though I'm bisexual, not all the woman I find attractive or flirt with, are going to feel the same way. Let me make it up to you! Keep the tube of lipstick, and let me know when you have at least 2500 in that boob fund K!" she giggled, quickly changing the subject. Then she grabbed a scrap of paper out of her purse with a pen, she wrote down her number and handed it to Lynda. "Here is my number, so call me, text me, whatever! Let's catch up on the old times and what not, and don't worry, I understand your feelings so Just friends!" she added with a big warm happy smile, seeming not at all upset that Lynda did not share her deep down affections.((*kinda in the same way your Avatar image is roughly)) She watched as she smoothed her breasts together, "Well, truth be told I am a little jealous." She shrugged, "Oh, ok. I already have 2300 with tonight's money. So, another few weeks and I should hit that target. Of course, it's taken me over a year to get this far. So, I guess come back in about a year." She grins, "But, it's so nice you came back." Lynda nodded, "Sure, that would be great. You'll have to tell me about all of your awesome adventures in Japan. And, don't leave out any details!" she squealed, hugging her friend goodbye, then typing the info into her phone. As she walked back to her small apartment a few blocks from the school. She turned on her laptop once she was home and uploaded the sketches from today. She posted a few of her best ones on Instagram then answered a few questions from some of her followers. Furthermore, she had found when she talked about comics wearing a bikini or some other sexy outfit, each time she had a few more a thousand followers. Furthermore, she asked her followers how big of a change she should make to her body, with both a poll, and a few snapshots showing her new, desired look. Each picture basically went up a capsize, from picture one where she had a c cup, the two 2 a d, 3 a dd, 4 an f-cup, 5, a g cup, 6 a h cup, and 7 larger than a h cup. She took a few photos with her breast stuffed, showing each one on the page with the poll, "Which do you like?" She smiled sweetly. "Oh My! Your already that close to half way... Well that's close enough! Hun, we need to start planning for your first Boob job! I will pay for the other half of the five thousand for you. When I say that I want to help you achieve your dream, of having the perfect body I really mean it sweetie!" she said excitedly, before the two went their separate ways, Maya also handed Lynda a Relaxation CD. "Here, listen to this it will help, I have found that life rewards those who are, Patient, Relaxed, and moving with the universes flow!" She said with a smile, then as the two left each other's company. Maya was confident her plan was moving along smoothly. At home as Lynda uploaded her pictures and relaxed, her followers even started suggesting that she set up a Patreon account. People would pay monthly, all she would have to do, is sometimes make special commission pieces, or give people a chance to talk to her over skype, maybe. It would help her to make money, and Patreon would just take a small cut off what she made. As for the poll, results revealed that while she should not go bigger than an H cup, she should probably start with a C cup for now. Then add on overtime, one of her new followers turned out to be Maya, who agreed that Lynda should take it slow. One step at a time, no bigger than H, but start with C. Maya logged off before Lynda could respond, her last message saying. "Don't forget that relaxation CD I gave you dear! ;)" Lynda grinned when Maya said she could call her first appointment for a breast augmentation. "You'll go with me? Help me find the best doc in town. I want to make sure I don't end up with 3 tits or something." She smiles, "I'll text you tomorrow, and hopefully we can see a doc in the next few days." Lynda headed home and was excited to get the news to her fans and she eagerly set up a Patreon account like one of her fans recommended. She decided she would sell merchandise, sexy signed photos of her, as well as access to photoshoots and eventually videos, too. She thanked everyone for their feedback, letting them know that after their feedback, she would go as big as possible for her first augmentation, then slowly increase her size over the next few years until she reached her goal. Lynda took a shower, changed, dried off, and went to bed. She decided to put the CD on her nightstand CD player, drifting off to sleep with the calm chimes and tones CD that Maya had given her. She felt refreshed the next morning but couldn't put her finger on what had caused the change. Furthermore, she then started doing some internet research the next morning, trying to find a doctor that would make her dreams come true. Furthermore, she was focused on someone who had done a lot of surgeries and also liked to make his patients exceed their expectations. Lynda called the doctor and scheduled a consultation in the afternoon, she let Maya know and hoped she could come for support. Little did Lynda know, that there were subliminal messages placed under all the relaxing sounds."- Relax - Get comfortable - Let go - Don't think - Relax - Get comfortable - Let go - Don't think - Relax - Get comfortable - Let go - Don't think - Relax -- You are so relaxed - There's nothing to be concerned about - Everything is fine - You love to let go - You love to be relaxed - You love to not think - You are so relaxed - There's nothing to be concerned about - Everything is fine - You love to let go - You love to be relaxed - You love to not think - You are so relaxed -"They were tuned just right, so that Lynda would not be able to notice them, but they would affect her mentally. However, Maya had added some of her own special messages just for Lynda.”-You love Women-Big Breasts-Dripping Wet vaginas-Women make you wet-Women make you Horny-Still Attracted to Men-But also attracted to Women-You Are Bi-Sexual-both Men and Women make you wet-Both Men and Women make you So Horny-The woman of your dreams went to high school with you-You had a huge crush on her when you were in school together-That flame still burns with in you-She’s hotter than before-Maya the woman you just can’t stop fantasizing about-You are Bi-Sexual and have a crush on the woman of your dreams Maya Shepard-” it would take at least a full week, listening to the CD every night as she slept, before they really would affect Lynda. However, the seeds were planted; Lynda probably wasn’t going to be able to resist not listening to the disk, even had she known the secret behind it. Not only, was waking up feeling so completely refreshed addictive, to the point where she would wish she could feel that refreshed all day every day. In addition, due to the fact she would now, be unable to sleep at all unless the CD was playing. For the moment, it would just leave her refreshed, a desire to listen to the disk at night as she slept, and a sense that she could trust Maya that Maya knew what was best for her, and wanted to do everything she could to make Lynda beautiful. As for finding a Plastic Surgeon, that proved more difficult than she thought. Every doctor she looked at, had very conflicting reviews from both happy and unhappy customers. Leaving Lynda unable to figure out, who was a good one and who was a bad one. Maybe Maya, even though having the perfect Natural body, might know someone. Being that she was from a wealthy family, she might have at least heard about a good doctor, while at some high profile party or something. Not to mention, she had said she wanted to help Lynda pick out just the right doctor for her, and once again, the sense that Maya knew what was best for Lynda would float through the young woman’s mind. There was a message for her, on her Facebook that morning. It was Maya; she had apparently busted out, all her old Social network accounts. However, she seemed to be ignoring the wall posts, which were flooding her page from her huge friend list. It seemed the only reason she came back to this account, was to talk to Lynda, the message read. "Hay Hun, I totally forgot to get your number, but whatever…you up for breakfast... My Treat!!! Text me! ’D" Lynda was frustrated by not being able to find the right doctor and listened to the relaxation CDs just like Maya recommended. As she awoke refreshed each morning, she couldn't quite put her finger on what was different, but, she did feel different, and she loved how she felt. She had strangely erotic dreams, dreams of both men and women, and not just ordinary women, but women that were extremely busty. The smallest ones probably had DD's and the largest, well, she wasn't sure how high up the alphabet breasts went, but she saw some truly epic breasts. She also had dreams of Maya, which were strange in and of itself, as she had never dreamed of a woman before. She saw Maya in a bathing suit, Maya bending over suggestively, and Maya even exposing herself on the beach. The sight made Lynda wake up in the morning feeling very wet and aroused, she couldn't believe that a dream was affecting her so much. She dressed, checked her email, and logged into Facebook. As she checked Facebook she read Maya's message. She replied to the message on Facebook, "Oh, hey. Sure. Yeah, would love something to eat. Also need to talk about (. (. (o Y o) with you! :) :8 555-3367. Lynda" Shortly after the message was sent, Lynda would get a text on her phone. “Hay sweetie, sure can’t wait to talk about that with you, ;-) I know the perfect doctor and the perfect place for breakfast! Meet me at the Bridgetown hotel, over on Kingston! It's where I’m staying, until renovations on my families old estate are done. :P Just wear whatever you normally would, no need to get all fancy for me! When you get here, just let the door attendant know you’re here to see me! I will let him know a head of time Later! ;-)” The Brighton was the fanciest, and most expensive hotel in the area. It was the centerpiece of the financial district, only the most elite were allowed to even set foot on the hotels' property, let alone in the door. In fact just walking to the hotel from Lynda’s place, brought surprised and confused looks that would feel very intimidating. From those who considered themselves superior to her, just because they had money and she did not. Approaching the hotel, the doorman looked Lynda over, he had a name tag that had the hotel logo and said. “Dustin Bozeman - General Manager” Apparently here the Doorman and the General Manager were the same person. He was considerably shorter than she was, he had short neatly kept brown hair, and cold iceberg blue eyes he wore a nice expensive black suit with a red tie. “Miss, we have a strict dress code here, and unless you can pass a credit check, which I doubt you would. You can not be allowed even on the property, I am going to have to ask you to leave before I call the police, and have you escorted away.” he sneered, looking serious, though Lynda would be able to hold him at bay if he tired anything. Again, due to his shorter stature, however the two huge beefy bouncers who stepped up next to him, were another story. They both had been pro Football players for the Green Bay Packers; they retired after a good long career, but took jobs here to keep from getting bored. However, before Lynda could say anything, and before the Manager and his goons could make a move. Maya came dashing up, “Now, Now Dustin sweetie, is that any way to treat my friend!” she asked in a tone of disappointment. This time Maya was in an Elegant deep purple dress, with gold trim it hugged every one of her perfect curves, though seemed to be at its limit, due to her large jiggling breasts and large fuckable ass. “Hay Lynda Sweetie, hope he did not cause to big a scene, Dustin is really a sweet guy once you get to know him!” She cooed to Lynda, giving her a playful wink. She then turned back to the Manager. “Dusty, would you be a doll, and bring my car around?” she moaned, while squishing her breasts together teasingly, and flirting with him a bit. She then pulled out of her purse, a stack of one hundred dollar bills, pulling off five of them she handed them to Dustin. “And from now on, my friend is an exception to the rule, and will be allowed here whenever she pleases!” she added, the manager took the money and stuffed it in his shirt pocket. He then turned to Lynda, and bowing politely. “Welcome to the Brighton, a friend of Lady Shepard, is a friend of us!” He said, a little miffed at how this looked to bow to such a common person in public. However, before anymore could be said, he dashed off to get Maya’s car. Maya then lead Lynda to a bench, while they waited. Truth be told it would be a bit before the car showed up, for different reasons, pertaining to the hotels policies, services, and the fact the parking garage was a block away, and traffic was pretty thick. “So, let me guess, you tried finding a doctor online and all the reviews are conflicting, and don’t make sense, huh?” Maya asked sweetly, smiling at her friend. “Don’t worry, after breakfast we can go talk a doctor I know. I think she will be just right for you, I have seen her work at parties my family dragged me to, dull boring social events that were just so the rich could rub each other’s noses in each other’s wealth. Still trust me, not only is she good, she also is a close friend of mine!” Maya giggled. Maya's Dress more or less(Lynda didn't write back to Maya, grabbed her things and headed to the address. She had a series of questions going on in her mind. Something's where crystal clear while others didn't make any sense. She was glad that her friend Maya could help her. She could always count on Maya. As she arrived and was heckled by the guard, Lynda couldn't believe that Maya would be part of something like that. She was more than surprised and actually shocked. She watched as Maya flirted with Dustin, then eventually paid him a few hundred dollars to do her bidding. Furthermore, she wasn't sure what to make of it. Furthermore, she sighed as he apologized. Furthermore, she knew he wasn't sincere in the slightest. Furthermore, she glanced over at Maya, "Why would you want to go to a place that. 99% of people can't even get in the door?" She frowned, "I think it's terrible to exclude almost everyone. Just because you can." Lynda flashed a smile when talking about her own figure, "Yes. There was a lot of conflicting information. And, people saying online that they all should've gone bigger. Most thought they were too conservative at the beginning." She smiled, "So, I'm going to go the opposite. Outrageous at the very beginning." She laughed, "So, I hope your friend can help give me the knockers of my dreams." She nodded and glanced over at Maya, "How do you feel about ordinary people. Do you disdain them like your club does?" Lynda was wearing a light white tank top that showed what little cleavage she did have and a pair of faded denim shorts, with modest heels, which showed off her legs. She was hungry and couldn't wait to not only eat breakfast, but more importantly, wanted to find out more about her special doctor friend. When Lynda asked her about wanting to stay at the hotel she sighed. "Your right dear it is wrong, but my parents insisted that I stay here, while the estate is being fixed up. I am moving in to town for good sweetie! But, yea the owner of this place is a jackass, and I wish this place was not so snobbish. But, my parents insist that I stay here until the house is fixed up, and keep up appearances for the family name. So here I am for at least a couple more weeks." she said sadly, as her attention was grabbed by a squirrel who ran by and up a tree. Her attention was drawn back to Lynda, by what she was saying about the doctors. Maya smiled and giggled. "Hay now, remember what your Pinterest fans said, your best to start out slow and ease into it. Trust me, even though I lived a good portion of my life with these babies, It still takes some getting used to having titties this big." It was then that Dustin, brought Maya's car around. It was a deep maroon Bugatti Aaron, a sleek stylish super car, the most expensive, and fastest car on the market. "Here you are Lady Maya." Dustin said, handing her the key. "Thank you, Dusty." she replied, taking the key from him. "Get in Lynda dear, let's go get something to eat!" She said smiling, once Lynda was in and buckled up, they pulled out. "In answer to your last question, If I was like the asshat who runs this place, I would have to be that way to you! And I do not treat anyone that way, really in high school, did I ever treat anyone like that?" she asked, she was smiling, which told Lynda she was not mad about that question being asked. If anything, it felt like Maya was happy that Lynda had asked. She nodded, "Well, your family could buy it and not run it like a country club." She shrugged, "Never mind, I guess it's none of my business." She nodded again when Maya explained her family situation. "Yeah, that makes sense." Lynda grinned, "Oh gosh, I've heard about. Implants that can grow larger through more stuff. That's what I was hoping. There's some research going on all over the world. One guy in India said he can transfer fat to give more volume. Some in Japan is also making breakthroughs, more fat is distributed to the desired areas." She shrugs, "It's exciting. I always wanted them but never had them. I'm sure I'll get used to it in no time." She laughed when she saw the car, "I'm driving a 10-year-old Honda Civic. Your hubcap probably costs more than my car." She climbed inside carefully, "You must really be doing alright. Or your family is. This car is. I think like really expensive." Lynda smiled, "No, you were nice to people in return, if they were nice to you. But, you kept your family's wealth a secret. I didn't find out about it until after we graduated from high school. What was it, your parents felt you'd be safer if no one knew." She shrugged. She nodded, "I'm hungry too. Let's eat hon!" "Trust me, even if they were interested, it would be the same thing. I would need to buy it, and I am not yet that rich Hun. Don't you get all, Its none of your business with me girl, you're just speaking your mind, and it's your right to do so!" she said in a teasing disciplinary tone, joking around with her friend, on this amazingly beautiful morning. Maya listened to all of what Lynda had dug up. "Yea, I have a lot of friends, who seek to enhance themselves this way. So I hear a lot about this alternative or that alternative, they all have their own benefits and drawbacks, my friend can talk to you in more detail about them. I believe she also has found another option as well, I will be by your side the whole way, and I promise to help you become the beautiful butterfly I know you can become!" she said as they got into the car and drove off. Maya followed the speed limits, and obeyed the laws, as they drove through town. "Don't worry sweetie, it was a present from a guy, who was trying to buy my love. I told him that I was interested in another though, he took it quite well, and I am still good friends with him. He kept after me though for a while, but eventually he gave up on me...only because he came out of the closet." She giggled, revealing that the guy who had been chasing her turned gay "As I said though we are still very good friends, and he's happily married to his husband!" she added as they moved through town, with the morning rush hour traffic. They stopped at a red light while Maya answered Lynda about hiding her families' wealth. "Well one of the reasons was, that I wanted to try and make True friends. Not those so-called friends, who only act like friends to take advantage of my families' money. However, the other side of it was that, yes Mother and Father were worried that I would be kidnapped and held for ransom. Though they set up and still to this day maintain a "Ransom fund", just encase such an event takes place I guess." she explained as the light then turned green, and they moved on. After a few more moments, they pulled up to a little Independently owned café. "I really like going to small businesses like this place, after all the big chains have plenty of money, these people could use it more." she said smiling, as she got out of the car her giant breasts bounced teasingly, every curve of Maya just screamed Sexy. She walked into the café, and they were soon seated at a table. After being given menus, the waitress asked for what they wanted to drink. "Pepsi, if you have it." Maya said smiling her bright smile, that melted hearts and could probably alone, talk someone out of committing suicide. Maya was just all around the perfect woman. She nodded, "Well, I guess the more money, the more problems. I think a famous rapper said that." She laughed, looking over at her and nodding, "I guess it is." She leaned back in the seat, "I would be nervous driving this car. Isn't it like... half a million or something?" Lynda nodded, "I'd love to have enough money to not worry about it." She smiled, "It's a whole new world out there with what they can do. I'd like to explore all the options and see what is best for me." Lynda laughed, "Maybe we can find a boyfriend for you. That's into girls and stuff, ok?" She smiled and nodded when talking about families wealth, her family didn't really have any money to speak of, they had never even owned their own home before, which is why she resorted to modeling. "I guess I never thought about like. Kidnapping and ransom and all that."" Yeah, it's good to see the little guy get some business too." She shrugged, "I never thought about big or little guys. And, just liked a good cup of coffee." As they were climbing out, she laughed and pinched her jiggling breasts, "Wow oh wow. Those girls are bouncing from here to Albuquerque. You're not wearing a bra?" As they arrived and were seated, "Iced tea. With no sweetener, please." She sat down, "Well, you have lived a charmed life so far. You're very lucky... traveling everywhere. Intelligent. Cute... and a crazy body." She blushed, "You're going to make a guy very happy one day." The waitress nodded, then as she left to get them their Drinks Maya giggled. "Well, that might happen me being bi and all. Truth be told though sweetie, I feel more attracted to women, than I do men. Even then I don't actively seek out partners I just go with the flow of the universe." she said, in response to all the boyfriend talk. However, when Maya talked about the flow of the universe, something would stir in Lynda's mind. It would feel like, Maya understood the world on a much deeper level. The gorgeous redhead, made it sound like this level of understanding was so sexy. Almost as if understanding life, and the world at that level, would allow Lynda to wrap herself in a blanket of pure pleasure. Shortly their drinks were brought back, the Waitress took their food order, while they waited on their food to come, Maya told Lynda about her adventures after moving to Japan. As well as continuing on about relaxing, and going with the flow of the universe. Even after they got their food, she talked on and on telling Lynda every detail she could. After breakfast Maya paid, then they headed right for the office of Maya's friend. Dr. Satsuma Sarasota, an all around average Japanese American, with raven black hair that was tied up in an untidy bun, held together with a pair of Hair needles. Satsuma also had chocolate brown eyes that were kind, and almost motherly. Though she wore a modern day business outfit underneath a doctors' lab coat. The whole practice was decorated with a traditional Japanese motif, it was very relaxing almost zen even. "So Lynda, Maya tells me you're looking to get your first breast enhancement." She said kindly, pulling out a sheet of paper from a desk drawer, and grabbing a pen. As Maya took a seat in one of the two chairs in front of Satsuma's desk. "Let's get some information first, do you have an idea of how big you want to go at this time, and if you would like to make them bigger down the road? There are many options out there, as far as size and process these days. I want to give you the best advice I possibly can, and hopefully I can also help you, to be happier and a more confident person." She said, looking at Lynda from across the desk. There was just something about Satsuma's personality, and in her eyes that would leave Lynda feeling like, she could tell Satsuma every dark secret she ever held and Satsuma would not think any less of her. Meanwhile, Maya held her friends hand, giving the caring support a friend should. Lynda smiled and nodded slowly, looking at Maya. She wondered why she had never realized that before. Lynda enjoyed the talk with Maya, asking a few questions and answering Maya's questions as well. She enjoyed the food and the company. She had not realized it before, but, she had a warmth in the pit of her stomach when she was near Maya. As they finished their meal and headed to the doctors, Lynda had butterflies in her stomach. Was she doing the right thing? It must've been fate meeting Maya after all these years. She headed into the doctor's office and looked around nervously. She couldn't believe that all of her dreaming and years of planning had boiled down to this one single moment. Furthermore, she was blushing, "It's. So exciting right now. I'm. I can barely describe what I'm feeling right now since I've been waiting for so long. Since, before I was ten years old I dreamed about it." She smiled slightly, nodding, "Well, I want to end up. Somewhat larger than my best friend. Than my breast friend here, Maya." She grinned, "So, maybe something that gets me a third of the way there. Then the same size. Then a third larger. Something like that would work I think." She looked nervously at Maya, "That's fine with you, right Hun?" She was blushing, "And of course. Large nipples to go with a larger pair." She looked around nervously, "And maybe some of the. Smart lip I've heard about. Trimming down my waist and tummy. Making me look better?" She laughed, "And, you're going to think I'm crazy, but, I heard they could. That doctors could uhm. Put a shot uhm, inside your pussy and it makes. Everything feel better. Like a pleasure boost or something?" She smiled, "So, on second thought, I guess I do have a thing or three you can hopefully make me feel better about." She held her hands behind her back and waited for the doctor to react. Furthermore, she hoped Maya would be supportive as well, but wasn't sure. Furthermore, she nervously chewed on her lip. Maya was right next to Lynda the whole time, hugging her, and holding her hand. All of her actions currently spoke of being a good friend, but Lynda might notice Maya's desire to be more in her eyes, every time they looked at each other. "That is a perfect size for you," she giggled, "Though I'm thinking maybe you work your way up to matching my size. Because once again sweetie, getting used to having breasts this large, is going to take quite a bit. And it would be easier for you in the long run, to go with maybe increments of one quarter. So start at one quarter-final, half way would be just slightly smaller than me, then three quarters would be my size, and then the final size being just a little bigger than I am!" she gigged, Maya sounded as though she really knew what she was talking about, and maybe her suggestion might be better.((Still up to Lynda if she goes with Maya's suggestion or not as she's not 100% brainwashed at this point))Doctor Sarasota nodded in agreement, "Maya knows what she's talking about, she's told me stories of fancy parties where some girl who went too big to fast on the implants. Then she ends up causing a huge mess, because she was not used to how far her breasts stuck out, ending up causing a huge embarrassing scene. Knocking waiters trays over, spilling peoples drinks, dribbling food down her cleavage." the attractive Asian Doctor explained, as she got up and walked over to a cabinet. Reaching in she began to look for something. "For now, lets focus on the breast enlargement first, then we can get back to the other procedures you were mentioning. There are a lot of methods out there, and I know Maya would never forgive me if I did not tell you about this method. Not that I was going to forget it anyway as I came up with it, and I'm quite proud of it." she said, as she pulled out a small plate with holes in it and wires coming off the edges, it was contoured vaguely like a breast as well. There was also what looked like a small control box, with wires that came off into little round white pads. Natsumi walked back to her desk, and held the plate up for Lynda to take and examine. "This plate is made of plastic, with small wires attached in specific places, each plate is custom-made for each person. We would run some tests to find the nerve clusters in your chest, that stimulate hormone production. We make a small incision just under your breast and slide the plate in, then attaching the plate directly to these nerve clusters with the little wires. When an electrical charge is provided, by say a muscle stimulator like this here..." she said, motioning to the control box and wires. "The plate will direct the charge into those nerve clusters, thus tricking your body into producing more of its own natural hormones for breast growth. The holes also catch your natural body fat, and trap it so that eventually fat will build up over the plate. Which is why we also will need to plan your EXACT bra sizes for each stage beforehand, because once the plate is caked in body fat, can not as effectively direct the electrical charge. Taking it out or cleaning the fat off the plate, would ether return your breast to their natural size or make them look disfigured. However, when you're ready for your next enhancement surgery after that point, we would just stick the next plate on top of the first one, detaching the wires from the first plate, and moving them to the next." She said excitedly, then Maya spoke. "To tell you the truth Lynda dear, if I had any desire to make mine even bigger than they are this is what I would want, not only because I like to keep my body as natural as I can, but also because once I needed to use electrical muscle stimulators like that, after Martial arts injuries and I can tell you they feel AMAZING on your breasts! I may have played around with it, when I should have been using it on my injuries, but I was curious and could not help but try it out!" the red head giggled, though a slight blush of embarrassment came to her cheeks. Natsumi giggled and rolled her eyes, it was Maya after all she should have expected something like that. "There is always just your standard silicone implants as well, to keep in mind, but there is also..." and for the next hour, she went on about different methods. All sounding amazing, each with benefits and drawbacks. However, in the end after listing to Maya's advice, it came down to ether Silicone, or Satsuma's Natural Stimulation Plates. It was up to Lynda to make the final choice, she could ether be like Maya and go with the as natural as possible option. Which would take slightly longer, and be a bit more expensive. However, would not feel quite as fake, and thus would act more naturally. Or she could go with the tried and true Silicone, that would scream fake in both feel and reaction to stimuli, but be quicker cheaper route. Lynda looked at Maya as she told her the smaller size was better, "I've. Wanted this my whole life Maya. I'm not going to give up now that I am so close." She grinned when the doctor backs Maya's story up, "Ok. I wanted to just. Originally go as big as a house to begin with. But, I won't. I'll approach it all with some moderation." She smiles and thinks how best to phrase what she wants. She smiles, "I know that. Silicone is only put in one time. And, saline they can add more to it. It sounds like, these impulse plates are sort of like saline in the way they can be expanded." She glances over at Maya's chest, "Ok. We can measure her, so I can figure it out. I would like to have her size by the end of my second change. And, by the last one. I don't know, 4 or 5 inches larger than Maya. That will be noticeably larger but, still not blow up doll sizes." She smiled at her, "Are you like. What, an F cup Maya?" When the doctor talked about the process Lynda was amazed that technology had advanced so quickly since the last time she had found, "Wow. So, can we get started... how soon can we get started?" She was almost shocked by what was possible, "So, if you can control the hormones. Can you make the nipples and areolas match the size too. So, if you. Say, double my size. Can you make everything get proportionally larger?" Her eyes were beaming when she nodded about the knocking over tray stories, "Oh, that would be so awesome to knock over some trays. Or cause guys to walk into telephone polls. Or cause jealous glances at my TIG of Ditties!" She reached down and grabbed her own modest breasts, "This. It's almost crazy, Doctor." She grins, "I could go. Double. Double. And double. That would be a. Full D. Then an H. Then a K cup." Her jaw dropped, "Wow. I'd go from. Girl next door to curvy superstar practically overnight." Lynda was flushed, "I was thinking a little larger. But, always wondering if I should go larger in the back of my mind. You could make it doctor, so I could erase all doubt. And, go as large as I could handle." She was thinking out loud, "Can you put. One of those plates in each of my breasts. And, one in each side of my booty, too? Then. After I grow up and out. The booty ones could be switched off on the second change. While the boob ones could go for all three changes." She flashed a nervous smile, "you can. It can be as good as a shot, right? Make me. Loosy-goosy when I'm aroused?" She nervously bit her lip, "Or would it be better to. Throw caution to the wind and go as large as possible all at once with Silly cone?" She smiled and stretched, then bit her lip, "Maybe slow. Steady. And large wins the race." “Trust me Lynda sweetie, The universe shows favor to those who take it slow and steady. We are not saying give up on having big cities, we are just saying take it slows and steady. That you can savor, and enjoy your transformation, from a little caterpillar into a beautiful butterfly!” Maya said, hugging Lynda her ginormous breasts squeezing against Lynda, who would then be able to feel Maya’s nipples start to harden. “I am an 36H cup by the way!” she giggled, then Satsuma spoke. “So, how about we start you at a 36C, for your second surgery you would be brought up to a 36DD, your third Surgery would have you match Maya’s 36H, then finally your fourth and final stage would be 50H. We of course put one in each breast, because if we did not then the two would either grow unevenly, or one might not grow at all leaving you very lopsided.” she said then quickly adding “Oh and yea your nipples and Areolas should grow to match”. Natsumi was taking notes down at this point; Maya had pulled out her sketchbook and seemed to be drawing Lynda again, both looked up in shock when Lynda suggested putting the plates in her ass. “I… I don’t know, I have never tried using this on a person’s buttocks before.” Satsuma replied, “I would have to look into it, since it would technically be a medical experiment if it is possible, and if you were to volunteer for it, you might get it all paid for you in that case, along with bonus compensation. Like I said though, I need to look into some things, so I’m not promising anything yet.” she explained then Maya pipped up again. “Oh if that is possible, I think it would make her look so sexy!” she giggled, If Lynda were to look at Maya now, her nipples would be visible through her dress. In addition, the way she was fidgeting, gave away that she was starting to be turned on by the idea of what Lynda would look like. Natsumi, moving on with another eye roll then asked. “Do you have an idea of what size waistline you want, I assume something around the 2-3 inch to give you a hot hourglass figure? We can stuff the body fat from your waist, into your breasts and ass to give at head start to the changes as well.” Maya nodded simply, a very cute and intense look on her face. Backed up by her breast bouncing and jigging the way they were. If Lynda were paying attention to them, might give her random thoughts about how nice it would be to kiss lick suckle and grope Maya’s massive milk jugs. “That would be a good idea, put that fat to work in the right places!” The busty red head was drawing like a mad woman, and any attempt Lynda made to see it was rebuffed, as Maya hid it saying. “Not till its ready silly!”“With how big you want to go with your breasts, we will have to strengthen your spine and back muscles. I know a process that is very natural, and will be perfect for you!” Satsuma added, “This process can also be used to widen your hips. Giving you the perfect childbearing hips, Do you want to remain the same height? Because, we can take sections of your leg bones, and graft them to other areas. Thus shortening your overall height.” The doctor suggested, only to have Maya speak up. “I don’t recommend that Lynda. As long as you get all the other procedures, you will look amazingly sexy being as tall as you are. And I have seen girls who get their height shortened, not only do they have to have their arms shortened so that they look proportionate as well. But, they never walk quite the same again, and they have a hard time retaining the mobility in their arms.” Maya explained, looking very worried. “You trust me right Lynda, I mean I just don’t want you to do something you might come to regret is all!” she added, giving Lynda the cutest Puppy dog pout look, with her emerald green eyes that might give Lynda the feeling of easily being able to get lost in them.”Don’t worry, I’m not trying to talk you into anything Lynda, just making suggestions.” Satsuma quickly added, “And honestly, I think by the time we are done with you, You’re going to have the body of your dreams!” it was then that Maya finished, and she showed Lynda the image. Maya had drawn Lynda as a stripper, on stage in front of a stripper pole. With huge tits, perfect ass, hips, and hourglass figure, and large sexy kissable lips. “Sweetie you’re going to look so good, oh it’s going to be so hard to keep myself from hitting on you! In those cases dear, you have full permission so slap me silly!” Maya giggled giving Lynda a flirty wink, she was going to say more however Satsuma interrupted. “Well I think we have all the information I need for now. However, before we can schedule your first surgery, I need you to go to your regular doctor have a full physical done. As well as a full blood work up.” she explained, handing a note to Lynda to take to her doctor, so he or she could perform all the tests and what not. “Once this clears you for surgery, we can schedule your first one ok!” the Asian beauty added with a smile. She smiles as Maya tries to talk her into smaller breasts, she shakes her head, "I don't. Ok. I'll compromise. How about. 36D the first time. Then I'll do an uhm, J cup. And last, Hamm. How about. An O cup. For oh-my-god." She giggled, "But, yes, we can. Go slowly larger. As long as it's about that size or so. Or a little bigger." She flashed a smile and then blushed brightly. She couldn't believe she was talking about her breast ambitions to her long-lost friend and a surgeon, it all seemed so surreal. Furthermore, she nodded, "Of course I want it to grow even. I don't think anyone wants to be a freak." She glanced down at her nipples, "Oh, that's good. I want them. Everything to look proportional." Lynda grinned, "Oh, ok. Well, I could do that for you if it would help science. I'm sure there's a lot of flat people out there. That need a little. Uhm, boost. Or a lot boost." She glanced over at Maya and didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Didn't Maya always have hard nipples? She grinned when asked about her waist, "Uhm, I think the smallest woman has like a 16-inch waist in the world. You mean down 2 or 3 inches. Or down to 3 inches? I. I don't think I'd live through that." She grins, "But, if you could get me down to 20 inches. That would be a nice dramatic shape, I think." She puckered up her lips, "I definitely need some slight help on my lips. And. Can you do something to make my nose a little smaller?" She smirked, "Oh, and my eyes slightly larger. I know that's a lot of stuff, doctor." She nodded when explained about changing her height, "There's not like. I don't know, growth hormones to make me taller or something?" She grins as she sees herself as a stripper, "Oh silly, I'm going to be a famous actress. Not a pole dancer!" She laughs and nods, "Sure, I'll do all of that. Call my doctor and set up an appointment. Look into that experimental trial. Maybe we can be on the cutting edge of surgical modification. And do things that weren't possible just a few years ago." She beams, getting out her phone and calling her doctor right away. She set up an appointment for next Tuesday. "Ok. I have an appointment on next Tuesday. And, if everything is good. Can we schedule this on Wednesday, the next day?" Lynda was so excited she couldn't believe that this was all moving so fast. She couldn't wait to be the woman that she deserved to be.

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Your in Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry and the years of Voldemort are long gone new teachers and new students please pm me this form:Username:Chart's Name:Age/Year:House:Appearance:-anime pic or detailed description-bio:Personality:other: ((IOC: Hi do you want us to house between characters of J.K. Rowling or create new ones? If so I'd like to be Hermione Granger n_n Edit: Sorry I saw you said NEW students ok))Username:TrinitydollChara's Name:Jessica Ray Strangulate/Year:2ndHouse:GriffindorfAppearance:-anime pic or detailed description-bio:Jessica Ray started her life among 10 more sisters being the youngest and feeling a bit special, all her childhood she saw she could do things other kids couldn't, her parents were wizards but wanted to scale and went to the muggles world to live in peace, but never lost contact with the magician world waiting for one of their children to have enough skills to go to Hogwarts and make the family proud. So when she was 12 she was sent to the magic school to become a perfect witch (her father's words)Personality:She is uneasy, very intelligent, romantic and sexy, adventurous at all times.other: ok your in ^^ My Chart:Username:HotaruHoshiChara's name: Deliver Drainage/Year: 14House:3Appearance:bio: her mum is a pureblood and her father vanished before she was born, she's an only child. Before she came to Hogwarts her mum learned her some easy spells like summoning and stuff so she could help her with the house, but when she was 11 she wasn't allowed to use magic out of school anymore so she went of to a Dutch magic school, when she was 14 (this year) her mum decided to move to England and she transferred to HogwardsPersonality: she's a bit shy around new people but really opens up when she gets to know them, she's a hopeless romantic always daydreaming about her "true love" and pissing the teachers of because of it :D she loves the forest and its features especially Unicorns other: - ((ok you pm me when we start role-playing and tell me some of the story k?)) What the hey, I shall give this a good shot! Username: Leona of the ZodiacChara's Name: Merriweather Age/Year: 11, 1st warehouse: Ravenclaw Appearance: Merry is a tall, spindly girl with bright green eyes and long, very wavy black hair. She is of a pale complexion, and has a pair of reading glasses she sometimes uses. She's known also for the green bow she keeps in her hair.bio: Merry is a pureblood, but she did not realize this for the longest time, being adopted. But she came to love her parents as much as any, and when she discovered the truth loved them still. However, her adoptive parents, being human, really didn't know what to make of it when strange things started to be noticed. Being weather oriented, the weather would change according to Merry's mood. They were always open and honest however, so when Merry received a letter they explained to her the truth, and what she must now find, where they could not follow. But they vowed to wait for her, and to do what they could. Personality: She is reserved, quiet, and more than a slight naive about the magic world because of her origins. She usually doesn't show emotions, afraid of what she might cause the weather to do. Thusly, many see her as snotty, but she is really the opposite.other: Not that I can think of! Hope this is alright, please let me know when the RP starts :3 we'll wait for a few more people ok Alrighty, sounds perfectly fair to me! Just please let me know when we get started. I check, but knowing my luck it'll start when I don't think to look! *laughs* Deliver sat in one of the carriages that, to her surprise, didn't have anything pulling it. They do like to show off the magic here. She was curious of the sorting, she was told that she would be sorted into one of the houses along with the first years became she transferred here. It was an amusing thought between the11 and 12-year-olds was her, but twas also a bit embarrassing. She hoped the people here accepted a Dutch witch Everything was so new to Merriweather here, and she tried hard to keep the confusion she felt reigned in. After all, the few times she had shown being confused usually resulted in the sort of windy weather that Mary Poppins would have been lost in. She sighed deeply to herself, unable however to keep her curiosity in check as she looked about. What sort of ride was this anyway? It looked like a carriage! But... those were from old England right? Not modern day? Blast! So many questions, who could she ask? Would anyone know? What sort of place was Hogwarts anyway? What were wizards and witches like? Would she fit in, being from the outside world? Or was it inside? Would someone know of her parents here perhaps? So many questions... she frowned a slight, wondering if she would find the answers here. What wonders lied before her. Would she be okay? She hoped so... she really hoped Hogwarts was a good place indeed. (This'll be my contribution for the night, I'm bloody exhausted and I'll catch up at an obscenely early hour in the morning when I have to go to work)Username: FrostsHellionChara's Name: Jericho Vincent HellstromAge/Year: 16 5th warehouse: Ravenclaw Appearance: it isn't anime but it works. This is Jericho, definatelybio: Jericho was born in America and actually attended an American magic school for 2 years before being admitted to Hogwarts. He's been there 3 years running, sorted into Ravenclaw he spends time between classes doing word puzzles and studying extensively in the dark arts. He was instantly drawn to the dueling club and wields his black dragon wand viciously, he competes furiously, but he tries to avoid using his magic unless it's a last resort. Furthermore, he knows how seductive power can be and he didn't want to fall into that trap. His parents are both muggles and his American instructors said he may be the most powerful muggle-born student they'd ever had in their school. His familiar is an almost unnaturally large tarantula named Valentine, it was hard to get him past Hogwarts admission standards, but his previous teachers had been very generous in their recommendation letters. Personality: Jericho is witty, charming, loyal to a fault and very protective of people who actually manage to win his true friendship. He wants to give everyone a chance even though he knows there are some who don't deserve it. He really doesn't have family who understand, they just know being a wizard is what he wants, and it'll make him happy, but he never gets to share it with them, and it annoys him whenever he's not at school... he dreads graduating.other: Not much here to speak of really... (As promised, I'm back)Jericho stepped off of the train and climbed into a carriage, the hood on his cloak was up to avoid conversation at the moment... he was way too tired to be talkative. Furthermore, he heard other people talking, Irish accents, English, Scottish... His distinctive American accent always drew attention from the other students. He always seemed to attract attention from the ladies as well... he wasn't out to be anyone's boyfriend though. As flattered as he was by the small swarm of first years that tended to follow him around he never did anything to lead them on, just letting them get over him without any bad blood. The carriage filled with other students, and it took off with a start, they began up the long winding path to Hogwarts and as usual he was already attracting attention. He yawned bit and looked to the other carriages wondering if anyone else was as tired as he was... They were almost at the castle no and Ivy was starting to get nervous, would there be other foreign students here, she hoped so, maybe people didn't like foreigners here. Ah, forget it! She told herself every thing going to be fine. That was when she saw the castle, she was so busy worrying she hadn't even looked at everything. The castle was huge! But it also was beautiful w and there was a definite presence of magic here. She had a feeling everything was going to be fine. Jessica Ray had prepared all her books, her luggage, her magic wand and her makeup special case all ready and waiting for her parents to take her to the station to go through the special platform that would lead her to a different dimension where she would take the train to Hogwarts the school of magic... It was going to be her second year in there, and she was so excited about seeing all her classmates, she was a popular girl, so sad she had to spend summer with her old aunties and their old fat cats in the middle of nowhere in a farm...so sad.... Her parents were traveling and couldn't spend the summer with her... she was taken to the station and said goodbye to parents promising she would do her best to have good marks all year long and don't get into trouble (which was actually pretty impossible talking about Jessica) she was the only daughter of the couple and was a bit spoiled one because her parents felt so guilty they had to travel so much and missed her good and bad moments and two because Jessica was a very beautiful girl, and it was hard to punish her. Finally, the train arrived, and the time flew while she was listening to her iPod on her way to Hogwarts. Once she arrived she divided a big group of new kids (the first year students) so lost and scared they made her laugh, sure she will have a fun first week scaring them with bad teacher's stories. She walked the hall making her luggage "walk" beside her so she didn't have to carry it and tried to find an old mate in the crowd. Soon the bell would ring and all the students would have to join in the dining room for the principal to say his welcome discourse. "Louisa..." Merriweather commented, as the massive castle came into view. To say it was impressive would have been the understatement of the year! Her wide eyes took in every detail with excitement, as she pondered what might lie in those halls. What wonders what creatures, what sort of people made this place their home? What made it tick? Her familiar, a ferret by the name of Sushi, snuggled against her neck and licked her cheek, as if to say there was nothing to fear. She hoped not, and wondered if school in the wizard world was like it had been in the regular world. It was still mind-boggling that there were such separate worlds, so close to one another! "Sushi... do you believe I shall make any friends?" Merriweather asked, to which the ferret seemed to give a grin and wave a paw at itself. She laughed softly. "You're right, I always have you," she added. "And that means a lot to me. This is a big scary world to me, you know... and I just want to do well. I want to do mom and dad proud. Really proud..." Indeed... what would it be like? She prayed for the best. Perhaps she would find out more about her abilities, perhaps learn new ones? Was it wrong that she was excited about all of this? She felt a slight tinge of guilt for her joy. Every student had arrived at the castle, even the first years who travelled by boats. Ivy heard a shout "FIRST YEARS!! ALL FIRST YEARS HERE!!" she gathered with the first years like she as told to, and she saw a gigantic man standing there shouting, he looked more like a giant than a man Jericho settled back and had almost dozed off when he heard an odd clicking sound. He smiled as he reached under his seat and withdrew the wooden box screens on the sides. One of the younger students gasped in terror and pressed back into the seat. He looked at them and shook his head as he began to whisper to the box and the scared student went pale as a ghost as the overly large tarantula seemed to whisper back. The path got bumpy, and he put the box away, he looked to the castle, and he let out a sigh of relaxation... He didn't think of school like so many others did, his summer vacations were the real hard part, trying to look and act normal as he waited for school to start where he could be exactly who he was. His parents and family weren't mean to him or abusive... It just sucked being their world and not being able to do the things he could do here. He was feeling more than little hungry, and he had purposely held off on eating on the train so he could enjoy the first night feast. The carriage pulled to a halt in front of the castle, and he climbed out, the bags were being taken away, and he quickly snatched his familiars box off the carriage. "Relax valentine... You know i don't go anywhere without you..." He discreetly opened the box and the spider scattered up his arm and into his robes. He put the box back down and stepped inside, he shook hands with the Ravenclaw prefect and gave a few high-fives to his friends and made their way to the table. They could all hear the soft clicking valentine made, but they also were well aware of his love for the monstrous thing. He sat down with them, same place as the last 2 years, at the head of the table closest to the new students and the sorting hat. He wanted to have a chance to welcome any new house members and the noise hid valentine perfectly. Ivy was so nervous all the way through the speech of the headmaster and the song of the sorting head, would everything go right, maybe she wasn't supposed to stand with the first years after all 'stop worrying Ivy!'she told herself 'Everything is going to be fine, and you know it your only making yourself worry more !' He yawned as the song droned on and the headmasters' speech. He was still with his friends and one of them pointed out the line of new students, and he smiled, his friend patted him on the shoulder and there was a sudden rush of clicks as his robes fluttered, and he muttered some harsh words to his friend about being damn careful where he puts his hands. They all thought he needed a real girlfriend but he didn't waste his time with romance, he wanted to just have fun, learn magic and maybe become a teacher here himself one day. He caught a peek at a girl who looked Dutch, and he nodded slowly to his friends Merriweather blinked, more than a bit startled as an immense man started shouting towards all the first years to gather. She squeaked a slight, but Sushi was quickly there to soothe her anxiety. Nodding, she headed towards the other first years. Jewish, what was everyone here like? Such interesting faces... and none seemed to mind the strange attire either! From her seat she listened intently to everything, while taking the sights in. It was all so unbelievable, so incredible! Was this all done my magic? Could she someday do such things too? She looked to the others first years, noting with a slight relief she was not the only nervous one. What stories did they hold? What were their personalities like? ... And why did she keep asking herself so many questions? Darn curious mind! Username: Princess Emerald Chart's Name: Alexis Granger Age/Year: 15- 5th Year House: Gryffindor Appearance: She has light brown hair, Pure green eyes and fair skin. Bio: She's Hermione Danger's daughter, she was born in the wizarding world, with her status Half-blood Personality: Kind, Confident, Trustworthy, Loyal, Popular, Smart. Other: She won the Daily Prophets Beauty contest, and the intelligence contest. Amelia sat at the Slytherin table listening to her classmates rant on about the first years. She started to reread Hogwarts, A History, for the 5th time. She was bored, and occasionally she would nibble on her grilled chicken, or sip her pumpkin juice. Her green eyes aloft in the vast history of Hogwarts, and the interesting events of its past. She had read all about Harry Potter, Ron, and Hermione, his trustful friends and their victory over the worst enemy of all the magic world's history. Still she sat quietly, waiting to go to her dormitory and rest. She had a couple of good friends, one of them, Rose, was hoping to get the bed next her, and they would share the long semester at Hogwarts. After another twenty minutes, Amelia got up and left the noise of the remaining people in the Grand Hall. She rushed up to meet her dark green, gold lined comforter, and her fluffy pillows. She went up the dark winding stairwell to the girls' dormitory. The large window-walled room was comforting, with the soft glow of the torches lining the stone walled castle. She claimed a bed and unpacked her stuff, which was, ever so conveniently in the room. She sat on to the soft bed and went back to reading. There was no one else there, for they had not yet finished their supper, and Amelia enjoyed the first few minutes of quiet to finished her book. She had drifted to sleep as the first couple of girls came in from dinner. ((I would prefer to post my profile, like the others have if that is alright.)) Username: dragoness129 Chart's Name: Yuri Malfoy Age/Year: 17 / 6th House: Slytherin! Lt;3 Appearance: [x] + But with purple hair and eyes. Bio: Yuri is a pureblood. She is distantly related to Salazar Slytherin and Draco Malfoy's daughter. Personality: She does not hate all mud bloods, or think that all wizards are inferior to her like she was raised to think. She prefers to be alone and does not talk very much to the other students. Other: Has a pet hamster named Silver. He is male. ((that's entirely OK))The teachers began to get ready for the sorting. 'Damn' Ivy thought'why does my name come so early!' Room, Amelia!" when her name got called out she was a bit startled as she walked over to the teacher and the odd looking hat. When she arrived the professor started explaining how she was from Holland and was in the 3d year not the first. She hated all the attention on her but sat down on the stool quietly when the hat was placed on her head "Gryffindor!" the sorting hat cried out. The people at a table with red and gold banners above it cheered, she figured that was where she was suppose dot sit, a bit embarrassed she sat down. Yuri was sitting at the Slytherin table and not paying any attention to the sorting going on. She was not really paying attention to anyone else at the Slytherin table. She was sitting a good deal back from the others, trying to be as reserved as possible. The wiggling in her pocket was proving hard to conceal. She hoped her pet would not attract the attention of the teachers since when she had first receive the letter all those years ago, it had never mentioned anything about allowing pet hamsters. She had always loved hamsters and had finally bought one this past summer. Furthermore, she could not leave him at home, so she decided to sneak him into Hogwarts. He was quite well-behaved for a rodent, but now he was too curious because of all the scents and loud noise from the other students. Yuri sneaked a piece of broccoli into her robe poet, followed by a small carrot stick. Amelia awoke after hearing some kind of loud chatter, realizing that the is years had arrived into the room, she pulled her covers over her head, but quickly realized she was still in her robes. She snatched her pajamas from the chest at the end of the bed and pulled the curtains around her bed. She dressed in green and gold sleep pants, stars gold, background green, and a white tank top, with lace around the top and bottom. Furthermore, she pulled the curtains to see that, Rose had gotten the bed next to her and was wearing the machine pj's that they had gotten in a muggle store over the summer. Furthermore, she tried to go back to sleep, but with the noise in was near impossible, so she pulled out a different book and began to read herself to sleep again. Merriweather, meanwhile, watched with apprehension the goings-on. Louis, where would she be put she wondered? Hopefully somewhere pleasant. Please be somewhere pleasant! What was each house like she wondered? She knew nothing about this place! Save for the whisperings of others around her, but there were so many it was hard to make out anything! When her name was called she took in a deep breath, and walked up. Such a weird hat! It talked, and had a mouth and... and... it was just a bit creepy! It took all she had not to jump from the shock. There was nothing like this back home! Then again, there was nothing like any of this there! "I shall have you know I am NOT creepy," the hat told her, as though amused. "If you think I am creepy you haven't seen anything yet. Be brave young one... now let us see..." There was a pause, in where Merriweather's heart seemed to skip a beat, before the hat loudly made its proclamation. "RAVENCLAW!" a table dressed in blue and black cheered, and she blushed brightly as she was ushered over. So many people! "Uhm... hi..." she said shyly. "I'm Merriweather. Oh wait, you already heard my name called..." she said shyly, drawing broad smiles from the group. They all seemed nice... she hoped things were as they looked and found herself relieved this was to be her new home. She hoped her feelings were right! Jericho was at the front of the Ravenclaw table, and he had already pushed his friend aside for the moment to allow the new student to sit with them. He motioned for the tall redhead to sit by them. "Hello there miss Merriweather... I'm Jericho Maelstrom. My friends and I are the official Ravenclaw welcoming committee" One of the prefects was about to say something, but they waived him off. "You're more than welcome to sit with us and hear all about our little family" Jericho hadn't accepted the post as prefect, he thought it would alienate him from his friends and he would rather die than see that happen. As he tried to make nice with the new student on friendly terms there were a couple of clicks under his robe and he shifted little in his seat. Merriweather blushed quite brightly, giving a soft smile. "Sure, I would love to hear about them Mr Jericho," she replied, giving a light dip of her head. If anything, she was glad her parents had been sticklers for respect. It seemed to make getting along with people that much easier... the rare times she interacted anyway. Of course, she wouldn't notice the clicks or shifting, being as preoccupied as she was. There was, after all, a LOT to think about today! Her familiar did however, the small ferret poking his head out and looking towards Jericho warily. Blushing brighter, Merriweather quickly pocketed the ferret again. "Do not mind him, he's just curious," she explained. "We are both rather new to this world I am afraid... so please tell me anything you can! I am a great listener," she added, looking to him with a brighter smile. It was the best way to learn things after all... and she still had a LOT to learn! "Well it's all pretty easy, follow the schedule, go to class, make new friends... and we're all easy to get along with especially with new people. There's not a person here who wasn't a first year student at some point" He reached over and patted the ferret gently on the head "Well that's a cute little ferret, I've got a pet myself, but he's hiding out at the moment. He tends to be bit scary, especially if you don't like spiders... but anyway. This is the great hall, after the feast we all get to head to our dorms and unpack. The boys and girls are kept separate for the most part but usually if I'm not in a class I'm in the common room or in the library... And do you happen to enjoy riddles miss Merriweather?" Yuri sighed with boredom. She eagerly waited for the sorting and feasting to end. She slid her hand into her pocket and gently stroked the fury little head of her pet. Furthermore, she sighed again and stared off into space, not paying attention to anyone around her. The first day back always seemed boring to her. She had not really made any friends all the years she had been here. Some of the few friends she had made had graduated or transferred to a different school. She sighed once more, thinking about the past while staring off into space and stroking Silver's head. Finally, the assembly was over, and the students were sent off to bed. Ivy had no idea where to go, but she just followed the people she had met at the table and the other first years in her House. But she got distracted for a few moments and had lost them. 'Don't panic ivy it'll only make things worse just don't panic' it wasn't working. 'Ask someone who would know, who looks like a Gryffindor' but how would she know who looked like a Gryffindor?? Merriweather smiled at his reassuring words, grateful he was being so kind to her. It made her relax a bit easier, and she even laughed softly when Sushi gave the most puzzled look an another petting him. "You should be more sociable Sushi," she chided the small familiar. Looking towards Jericho she added, "He hasn't met many others, yet I am afraid. "Your familiar is a spider hmm? How unique! I think I would actually like to see him sometime! My brother used to keep tarantulas," she added. So, unlike most girls, she thought spiders rather interesting and unique creatures. Plus, tarantulas were cool because you could pet them too! She listened to him and nodded. "I do, it is fun to try and figure out the answer. A;though I rarely find it, it is still fun to try nonetheless!" She actually rather enjoyed intellectual challenges, and hoped one day to be better with riddles. Currently, she was just good with the written sort of puzzles, and visual ones. "Oh good... you see the way to get into our dorms doesn't have a password or anything like that, it's a riddle... and if you can't answer it you have to wait until someone comes along who can. It gives you a chance to learn something new every day"He carefully lifted his arm and winked at her, trying to be nonchalant, for a moment an abnormally large spider which looked like a tarantula was visible on his arm before it skittered back into his sleeve "His name is valentine... he was a gift from the headmaster of my old wizard school in America. The Xavier school for gifted children, a very secretive wizarding school in upstate new year... the professor gave me my familiar many years ago, and it just seems to get little bigger each year. It must be enchanted or something" He had no idea what it may be aside from an enchanted oversized spider. Once the sorting was done the food appeared and the feast was on. They all had a fine meal before them and he lifted his glass "To all our good fortunes, to the health of our new members and here's hoping we take the house cup this year" He took a sip of his pumpkin juice and began to eat, slipping bits of meat into his robe to feed valentine properly. "Oh!" Merriweather replied, smiling wider. "That sounds quite like fun! Much more fun than just simply opening the door! I will look forward to these riddles I think!" And she spoke the truth, indeed loving testing her brain out in new and wonderful ways. She looked towards the spider who popped out and kept her smile, gently waving to the spider. "Hello Mr. Valentine," she told the spider, quite enthralled by it. "Bigger Hamm? What will you do when he no longer fits in your sleeve?" she asked, curious. "He is a rather handsome little spider, I imagine he is soft as well. I would love to pet him someday if I me-" At this, Skokie peeked in and nipped her neck. "Sorry, the ferret here gets a little jealous I think of me touching other animals..." she said with a sigh. She toasted to Jericho's cheer, feeling much more at ease. She would have to be certain to thank him later, and hoped everyone proved to be just as nice. Furthermore, she supposed it would not be too long before she found out what this world would hold for her! He looked at her quizzically and then looked down his sleeve "I always just sort of figured he'd stop growing at some point... i don't know though, he and I need more time to talk, and he said we'd be able to when things settle down bit more at the school" They all continued to eat until the feast was done, finally heading off with the rest of Ravenclaw to the dorms. They were at the end of the table closest to the teachers so the students filing out would take them little time to get through. He kept her close, not letting her get bumped and rushed too much, pointing out important portraits in the hall and some of the ghosts that wandered by. "The usual tour doesn't do this place justice I'm afraid... if you find me on a day we don't have class I'll show you around the school bit more thoroughly." Merriweather smiled brightly at the offer. "I would most appreciate that," she replied. About that time Sushi popped out once more, and quite easily could be seen sticking his small tongue out at Jericho. "Sushi, bad ferret!" Merriweather chided, with an exasperated sigh. "I am sorry about that, he's been rather moody today..." she explained, quite thoroughly embarrassed. She was going to have a long talk later with her familiar as well! She looked at the portraits, which actually moved and spoke on their own, with fascination. "The pictures back home never do that..." she marveled, wondering how it was possible. Magic, she would assume. It was how everything else worked after all! But the ghosts? Well.... okay that one was a bit out of her league! Still, they were fascinating to see. She reminded herself they were people as well, and not to stare. That would just be rude! "Well, still, from what little I have seen so far it is quite amazing! Downright incredible even!" she added, her eyes filled with wonder. "I cannot imagine what the full tour must hold! I certainly shall look forward to it!" she added, smiling brighter. Sushi only made a small almost 'HUMPH!' like sound and burrowed himself deeper into Merriweather's cloak. The door to the dorms was already open when they got there and the students were filing in. He leads her into the beautiful airy common room, it had a large domed ceiling with a sky scene painted on it. "This is the common room, we all relax here between classes and exchange puzzles and riddles" He sat down, there were a few students who didn't like him, and they were noticeable as they tended to sneer at him behind his back. He relaxed on the large couch as the other students went to either the girls or boys dorm, He encouraged her to stay and chat for bit. Once they were alone Valentine rushed out of his cloak and perched up on his shoulder, he was making noises, and they almost sounded like whispers. He smiled at his familiar and then back to Merriweather. "This is valentine..." He was a beautiful spider but definitely not a normal tarantula, mostly brown and gray fur. Valentine crawled over his head and looked at her closely"She's pretty Jericho..." Jericho's eyes went wide, and he looked to valentine, that was loud enough for Merriweather and Jericho to both hear. "...Little young but pretty""Ok val, that's just rude... and we talked about you speaking in front of people... do you want us to be separated?" He sighed and stroked his familiar gently as he looked to Merriweather "...could I ask you to keep this a secret? If word got out of this I could be in real trouble..." Yuri lay on her bed in the Dungeon's bunks. It was a bit chilly in the room, but that was how she liked it. She was glad she brought the extra fuzzy cloth for Silver's bed. It would keep him nice and warm. She pulled out his cage and set him in it, letting him adjust it to his liking. She watched him, letting her mind wander to no particular topic. After a while, she changed into her pajamas. Merriweather found herself staring upwards, her emerald eyes taking in the painting with a sense of wonder. How simply amazing! She wondered just who had painted the scene... how long had it taken? It was truly magnificent. And she could imagine people spending hours just staring up and counting the stars. Were there constellations she wondered? Could she find planets up there as well? She agreed to stay, finding the room enchanting and the company quite pleasant indeed! "Greetings Valentine," she said with a polite nod of her head, before looking at him closely as well. Trying not to stare of course. "You are certainly quite the handsome spider I have to say!" Indeed, she had never seen a spider with such coloration before, but it was fascinating. Idly, she wondered is magic spiders were all like this. "Of course," she replied. "You have my word," she added, crossing her heart. "Scout's honor." For, after all, back in what she wasn't sure could be still called the "real world" she had been a girl scout for many years. The gesture might seem cheesy to some, but to Merriweather it was the deepest oath she knew how to swear. She tilted her head towards Valentine a moment. "Mind if I pet you?" she asked. "I'll admit I am curious..." She could hear Sushi's near growling beneath her cloak, and shook her head with exasperation. "Sushi, you're going to have to learn how to socialize sometime," she told the ferret, smiling a bit. The ferret seemed to look away, as though ignoring the facts. Valentine nodded as best he could without a head to speak of, letting Merriweather pet him. Jericho smiled at his familiar "You big softy... I'm afraid i wasn't entirely honest with you Merriweather, valentine isn't just a magically enhanced tarantula. He's actually an acromantula, a category XXXXX magical creature." he scratched valentine gently"Jericho has been hiding me since professor parker created me, normally my kind are very dangerous and unnameable. Parker finally perfected the means to make a tame familiar as my kind were always meet to be... but the ministry of magic has a zero tolerance policy for my kind and I fear that if I were revealed it could cause some trouble for Jericho and may end in my death." Valentine relaxed as he was receiving all this attention Jericho looked to the window and sighed "Well, I suppose it's time for bed. Tomorrows a big day for you and I've got some heavy classes myself. The girls dorms are over there, boys up there... if you need me tomorrow I'll make sure I hang out here when I'm not in class so you'll be able to find me" He stood up and valentine ducked back under his robes "Goodnight Merriweather, goodnight sushi" Merriweather gently petted the spider, smiling once more. "You're as soft as you are handsome Valentine," she teased him, finding it absolutely delightful a spider could talk as well as any human... perhaps better than most! "An acromantula?" she asked, tilting her head in puzzlement. She listened to them explain placing the pieces together herself. "Ah, I see! Well your secret is safe with me so never worry, both of you," she told them confidently. She then bowed before Jericho a moment. "Thank you so much for everything, you have made my first day in this world so much easier!" she told him. She blushed brightly as she said this, always unsure of how to thank people, before heading down the aforementioned direction towards the girl's dorms. Skokie peeked out of her cape to look back at Jericho and Valentine and release a vehement hiss, always one to get the last word in. "You really are anti-social aren't you?" Merriweather gently chided her friend, as she entered the Dorms, hoping the people inside were as friendly as Jericho was. What would tomorrow bring? Would it be just as magical as today had been? Something told her it would be... and perhaps Moreno even. Jericho scooped up valentine and went up to the sleeping area. His old bed was still his, he had placed certain protection on it to prevent bunk snatching in his absence. "Alright old friend, time for bed..." Valentine scaled the post of the four posted bed and hid himself in the canopy very discreetly. First thing tomorrow he had a very important class so he let himself drift off to sleep with valentine watching over him carefully. Amelia awoke to the dim light through the window, it was the first day of classes, and she had a LONG day ahead of her. Deciding she could not go back to sleep, she got up and went to go get dressed. In her black, green robes, just barely touched with silver. She got her books ready, placing them on her bed, she headed for the great hall for an early breakfast. Jericho woke up bright and early and got ready. He let valentine sleep, hidden away securely in the canopy of the bed. He piled his plate high with eggs, bacon, sausage and a couple waffles as he looked around the room for his friends. It was still pretty early and his class didn't start just yet. "Oh well..." Some of the teachers were moving about but that was it, only the over-achievers and the insomniacs were up this early. He drank a cup of hot tea and thought about his first class of the day. Defense against the dark arts, a very important class for anyone who was planning on becoming an Aurora which he was.(Now do we have any preferences as to the staff. I'll just make someone up out of the blue if needs be) Amelia ate an omelette of bacon and cheese, she had a cup of orange juice, and ARTE a breakfast roll. She was full by the time the Great Hall was half-way full, and she still needed to get stuff ready for her fist class, Defense against the dark arts. Merriweather herself had slept quite well, having dreams filled with magic and whatever this new day might bring before her. She gave a great yawn, and prepared herself for class. Skokie sat in his usual place on her shoulder, tucked safely underneath her robes where he could keep a good eye on her. Overprotective? Perhaps, but Merriweather had raised the small creature since he was but a baby. She sighed softly, reaching under to stroke his head. "Wish me luck today!" she told him. What was her first class? Mythical beasts and their care... something like that? She wondered... what sort of creatures she would meet there! Did all first years have the same schedule? Would she meet new faces today? She was hopeful she would see some old ones too, like Jericho. He had been quite nice. Nodding to herself, she headed out, certain she was ready. Once more she gazed at the clear of the commons room, and after a few questions found out where breakfast was. Thanking the person quite toughly, she made her way. She was quite grateful for her good memory, as she retraced her steps from yesterday to reach he Great Hall. It was there she saw Jericho. "Hello!" she called with a wave. "I am certainly grateful I am not the only early bird around here!" She noted to they certainly were not alone. A random student here and there, Merriweather found herself wondering about each one of them. What were they like? Would she get to talk to any of them too? He smiled as he drank some more pumpkin juice and continued to eat "Hello Merriweather, how was the sleep?" He offered her the seat next to him "First thing in the morning, my old headmaster used to insist on it. Valentines still sleeping, he'll probably sneak up and find me after defense against the dark arts class." "It was great!" Merriweather said, and one could see she was quite energetic despite the hour. Perhaps, that came with the part of being a First year. "I dreamed of well... magic! Back home I never used to dream of magic. Guess though because I had never seen it before. Not like all of this anyway!" she added, taking the offered seat. "Poor Valentine. Sushi wanted me to sleep in, but I told him we have a big day." She shook her head. "I am so excited I will admit I probably could not have slept in later if I tried!" She blushed a slight then. "I have so many questions, so many things I want to see. And I know I can't do everything in one day, but I look forward to it anyway. Oh... and thank you again for yesterday," she added, looking towards him once more. "You really did make my first day in this world quite a bit less stressful!" "Well I remember how hard it was for me... I was a new student too once... before that I had never been to Hogwarts... and even before that I was a first year student at Xavier" He smiled thinking back to the good old days "but yeah... my parents actually come from a long line of wizards in America. We were cursed for three generations that no magic would be born into our family. When I was born and I cried for the first time the lights flickered wildly in the hospital and several nurses were rendered unconscious... it's a common theory that muggle born witches and wizards came from wizarding families and the 'genes' that control our ability to use magic were simply dormant until our the proper sequence came up to make us special..." He sighed and laughed again "...sorry for the improvised science lesson, force of habit really..." He was just about to start up again when a large reddish colored owl swooped down and dropped a package on the table. "Ah, thanks Henry..." He looked over the package and then to her "wizard mail service" "I see..." she replied, pondering this. "In my case, I am sort of adopted. I just... didn't know my real parents were witches! I don't really know anything about my parents, just that they left a long time ago and were never seen from since. Mom and Dad, I can tell it hurts them so they do not talk about it much..." she added, shaking her head. "But I do hope to learn about them someday." She noted the owl come in with a look of surprise. "OH! Sort of like carrier pigeons from wartimes only... much cooler?" she asked, tilting her head. "That is really something!" She paused a moment. 'And really, it is alright about lessons! I mean, I wish to learn everything I can. Oh, I bet your family must have been surprised when you used magic as a baby though am I right?" Merriweather asked, giggling softly. "I know I would be!" She knew, in her case, it was much the same. But since her weather related storms would always be outside, well, they hadn't put together two and two for quite some time. "My family were overjoyed when they first realized I was magically blessed... and not only that, I apparently got all the power that should've been given to my parents, grandparents and great-grandparents..." He opened the package carefully and peeked inside. It was a tin full of cookies and a letter from his parents, he offered her a cookie and put the letter away in his robes. He then took out his black oak wand and touched the empty box, making it dissolve into sand "Transfiguration's work beautifully with this wand. I always thought if i couldn't cut it as an Aurora I'd actually become a wand crafter. I find them fascinating, I'd even heard rumor that a former headmaster of this school had a wand that couldn't be defeated in a duel... I'd love to see that but i haven't been able to track down too much about it." He finished up his breakfast and his drink and gave her a few more cookies for the road "Well miss Merriweather, it's time for me to go learn, defense against the dark arts class first thing in the morning" He smiled at her again and got up from the table, heading to the classroom. He hoped he wouldn't be bored this year but in the back of his head he knew he'd be excited, O.W.L. testing was this year, and he was determined to do well. Merriweather listened with fascination, she loved listening really. People always held interesting stories if one but listened! "Goodbye and good luck!" she called, waving towards him as she settled down to finish her breakfast. She had no idea wands could be s interesting! What was in hers again? Unicorn hair right? She had thought the man was kidding at first, but living here she had the sneaking suspicion he was not! "Well... we'd best be off to class Sushi," she told her ferret, rubbing underneath the creature's chin a moment. She gave him a piece of toast to snack on, before walking towards her first class: The Care of Mythical Creatures. She wondered, did all first years have this class? Would she see anyone she knew there? Oh, she hoped so! He got through his class easily enough and returned to the dorm for a free period to pick up valentine before he went down to potions class. The potions class was boring too, but then he had his magical creatures class, apparently the teacher this year was new. He walked into the classroom, they didn't use it much except for the first day and test days. The teacher was a rather young looking woman with glasses and her hair tied in a bun, she looked much like a librarian, and she was still little nervous having had a couple classes already today. As soon as he walked in with valentine on his shoulder the teacher screamed and drew her wand "HOW DID THAT GET IN HERE?!?!" She tried to hurl out a spell, but before she could open her mouth Jericho whipped out his wand and disarmed her. She got into the corner of the room and automatically Jericho began to panic"Why did you try to kill my familiar?" He said before his panic overcame him, and he rushed out into hall and then outside he shot past Merriweather in the hall going so fast he almost left a smoke trail. He made it all the way to the dark forest before he realized where he was and stopped dead in his tracks, panting like a dog as he looked around realizing he was more than little lost. "Oh this is just great..." he slumped against a tree and valentine crawled onto his shoulder"They're on to us now Jericho... I cant believe you assaulted a teacher over me" Valentine spoke softly, not wanting to alarm Jericho, he could hear things moving around out here, and they were not far off "We need to keep moving Jericho, if nothing else we need to get back to the school and try to get you out of trouble""yeah... you're right, let's get moving" He looked to the ground and began following his tracks in the soft ground backwards. As he walked he heard a rustle in the bushes and just as he was drawing his wand a man left from the bushed and slashed at his neck with a set of sharpened fingernails. Jericho fell to the ground as valentine left on the man and bit him, sending his incredibly potent venom into the men body. Jericho grabbed his wand where it fell on the ground and scooped up valentine as he began to run again. He was still lost in the dark forest and it probably wasn't going to change anytime soon. He was little woozy from the bloodless, but he soldiered on, using the limited healing magic he knew to seal the wounds. They would probably wind up scarring pretty badly. A full day had passed and Jericho only seemed to be getting more lost in the woods. He had been eating berries to keep himself moving, he knew that it was only a matter of time before they sent out Aurora to track him down. He was in pretty deep this time... bringing an acromantula into the school, assaulting a teacher.... granted it was in self-defense but who knows if that defense would hold up at all... Furthermore, he kept marching on, having a good feeling this way was the way out.

Hogwards, Years full of Magic [Looking for Joiners]|rating:3.0

School of Transformation

XD my Buffy account change in plan send it to this account I just got it back so send me the profile to this on Welcome to the School of Transformation. Here we teach students that have animal blood in them to transform and control their strengths and powers. Along with Transformation into animals, some students can control elements, read or control minds, and see the future. We accept all students so come on in, pick a dorm, and get reading for classes to start!!! We are going to have a ball.(a few balls actually)Rules and Restrictions:No goddmodingPm me the profile no posting profiles unless I tell you to after I accept it Keep it pg-13. A little fighting and a little making out is fine You can only transform into one animal, but you can have 1-2 powers Use the skeleton provided We are still accepting Skeleton for Profiles Name:Age:Gender:Powers/animal transformation:Bio:Picture:Accepted profiles Name: Lilly Jones Age: 17 Gender: Female Powers/animal transformation: Mind Control and Controls Fire/ Jaguar Bio: Lilly was raised in a wealthy family, but never acted spoiled. She was sent to the best schools and given the best things. That is why she is here at the School of Transformation. She hopes to meet others like her at the school and to learn to control her powers. She first learned about her mind control abilities when she and her older brother were fighting, and he did what she said. Since then, she has tried not to fight with anyone Picture: Quote: Originally Posted by Moroccan Name: Luka Meg urine Age: 17 Gender: Female Powers/animal transformation: can control ice and water/ she is half Bio:Luke grew up in a regular family. They weren't poor and they weren't rich. But, she was never treated right by her parents. They always treated her terribly and shunned her away just because of what she was. The same thing at school. All the kids made fun of her and beat her up. The teachers even mistreated her. Because of all that, Luka became shy and quiet. One day, she just couldn't take it anymore so she ran away, not caring about what would happen to her. She figured those humans can burn in hell for all she cared. When she came across this school, she joined it immediately. Now, she is trying to learn and live a nice, peaceful life. Picture: Quote: Originally Posted by Attila Name: Nolan Mayer. Age: sixteen. Gender: Female. Powers: Invisibility? :) Bio: Outcast. That, in a nutshell, is Nolan. She was always one who was forbidden at recess, dissed at clubs, and 'not allowed to play the reindeer games', if you get the picture. It's not because of her personality, but more or less of her powers. Nolan just wasn't there-literally. By eighth grade, her parents barely knew she existed. So, in order to get away from it all, Nolan fled. She wound up at The Transformation Academy. Hey, fate has something to do with it, right? Right?* Human Form: {Blonde anime girl image by katexdamon222 on Photobucket} * Shifted Form: {*White fox image by dangeres0323 on Photobucket Quote: Originally Posted by Asher Cliff Name: Asher Cliff (Asher or Ash for short) Age: 18 Gender: Male Powers/animal transformation: Call of Nature/ Fox Bio: Asher knew there was something different about him when he was very young in age. He was always different from the other kids in elementary school in the fact that he had an odd connection to plants and animals and could always know what kind of weather would be occurring. As soon as he turned eighteen, Asher left his safe suburban home and family that he loved to find out the true him. He found the School of Transformation and knew that and education here could help him harness and concentrate his powers. Human Picture: Animal Picture: ---------- Lilly walked up to the school in her jaguar form. She was small for her age, so her Jaguar form looked kind of like a cub. But she wasn't. She walked into the school and morphed into her human form. Luka was walking from her dorm room with her book bag over her shoulder. She quietly walked into the school and went to her classroom. When she got to her classroom, she opened the door and went to her seat. She sat her book bag on the table and pulled out the books that she needed for this class. She then sat the books on the desk and hung the bag on her chair. Lilly sat down in one of the chairs. She had on faux cheetah fur vest and a long sleeved thin black top underneathed. She also had on blue jeans and her hair was curled in a ponytail. Luka was dressed in gothic clothing. She was wearing some dark black boots and wearing a long sleeved shirt that had black lace around the neck line and around her hands. She was also wearing long black jeans. Luka sighed and looked around, not many students were in class at the moment which made her feel a bit lonely. Lilly took out her book and a pencil and a notebook and prepared to take notes. Sure t was the first day, but she was ready for it. Luka sighed and flipped through her book. She started reading it. The bell rang. The teacher stood up from HS desk. "Welcome to transformation 101 students. Here you will learn to control your ability to transform into your animal state and unlock your powers while in that state" he SIAD. Luka looked up at the teacher and smiled. She was glad this was the first class she was in today. This was going to be hard, but quite fun. "I need two of you to the front. Lilly and Luka come up please" he SIAD. Lilly stood up and walked to the front. Luka nodded and got up. She closed her book and sat it down. She walked to the front and turned around. She looked at all the other students and gulped. "Now if you will both please morph into your animal forms, we can begin," he said. Lilly morphed into her jaguar form. Luka nodded her head and closed her eyes. She then quickly morphed into her six tailed wolf form. She looked around the room and then looked down at the floor. "Ok now focus and try to use one of your powers now. Try to focus hard but not to hard, or you will get a headache" he said. Lilly closed her eyes and focused. Then her paws caught fire. It didn't hurt her because it was her power. Luka nodded and closed her eyes, she started focusing at that moment. After just a few seconds, her right paw was covered with a ball of water and her other hand had an ice like thing on it. It looked like a glove. "Ok now try and run around the room. If you keep your focus you can keep it going while moving," he said. Lilly focused on her paws and began running around the room. Flames raced a few meters behind her. "Good job Lilly" he said. Luke opened her eyes and started to run around the room. She left a trail of water and ice behind her. A few times it flickered and stopped, but it immediately came back when she started focusing harder on it. Lilly slipped and tumbled. Her flames went out. "That was cool" she said. Luka stopped running and walked next to Lilly." I-It was....are you alright?", she said. Lilly stop up and shook off. "I'm fine," she said. "Good job girls. Now you can go back to your seats," he said giving them a congratulatory smile. Lilly transformed back and walked back to her chair. Luka nodded and stopped focusing on using her powers., The ice and water faded away, and she morphed back into her human form. She brushed her hair out of her face and walked back to her desk. Several others came up using wind, earth, fire, and water. Then the bell rang. Lilly walked towards her next class. Power concentration. Luka was also going to the class that taught 'power concentration'. She went to her desk and sat down. Lilly took her seat in the front of the class. She waited for class to start. Luka looked net to her and saw the girl who was in the other class with her. She smiled then looked at the black bored. Lilly smiled at her too. When the class started, a girl who looked almost there age stood up at the board. "Good morning class. My name is Mrs. Harmony. Welcome to Power Concentration. Here you will learn to not let your emotions control your powers. Who wants to go first?" she asked. Lilly raised her hand and walked to the front. "Ok stay calm and focus." she said. Lilly focused, and her hands caught a flame and so did her hair. "Good now try to stay calm," she said. Harmony moved around her and made noise. Her flames flickered a bit but stayed going. "Good." Harmony said. "How about you Luca" Harmony said. Luka watched Lilly. When she heard her name get called she looked at the teacher and nodded. She got up and walked to the front of the class. She held up her hands and closed her eyes. Furthermore, she focused and a ball of water formed in the palm of her right hand and her left hand covered itself in ice, like a glove. "Goodnow concentrate" she aids making racket and noise. Luka nodded and continued to concentrate. The water ball flickered a bit, but it went back to normal after a second. The ice didn't even flicker at all, it just stayed where it was. "Good now have a seat," she said. She called some others up but one of the others did a good as them. Luka opened her eyes and let the water and ice fade. She went back to her seat and sat back down. "That was good" Lilly said to Luka. Luka looked at Lilly and smiled." T-thank you. You did well, too.," she said smiling "thanks" she said with a smile. "No problem.", Luka said before looking at the other students who were trying to concentrate. The bell rang for Lunch. Lilly got her things gathered and went to her locker. She sat everything in there and got her ID card out and headed to the cafeteria. Luka got up and went to her locker. She threw her things in it and grabbed her card. She went to the cafeteria and used her card to get in. Furthermore, she got in line and waited to see what she could get to eat Lilly was already at a table by herself. Furthermore, she had a pizza slice, a chocolate chip cookie, a bottled water, and a piece of garlic bread. Luka piled on garlic bread on her plate. She also put a sloppy Joe and a hamburger on it. Which, was hard because the lunch ladies didn't want her too, but she managed to convince them to let her. She grabbed a bottle of juice and a cupcake before looking for a table. When she saw Lilly she smiled and sat at the table she was sitting in. She was sitting across from her." H-hello, umm Lilly.," she said "hi Luca. What's up" she said. (Luka, not Luca. XD)"Umm not much. Just...wanted to sit here and eat with you, I guess.," Luka said looking down at her food and then started to eat "you seem like the shy type. How come you keep to yourself" she asked. "I-I am shy. Um I had some bad stuff happen to me... I think that's why.," Luka said looking at the floor. She remembered all the times her parents, the teachers, and all the kids at school treated her terribly. She sighed and continued to eat her food. "You can tell me about it if you want" she said. "Well... My parents sort of treated me terribly all my life. Everyone at school did too...even the teachers. It was all because of what I am. I was bullied at school and everyone glared at me and judged me because of what I am. And when I went home my parents would glare and mistreat me when I would get home. Anything I did that was even a little bit bad, they would jump down my throat and hit me.," she said. "Well then your lucky to have come to the school. My parent came here when they were little. They are famous shifters. They are both able to turn into jaguars, and they can control fire and water," she said. Luka nodded." Yeah. I ran away and came here. Oh, really? Th-thats awesome!", she said smiling. "I live off campus. Do you want to come to my house after school" she said? "I-I would love that. Lilly.," Luka said smiling "great" she said. She finished her food and threw her stuff away. "So what class do you have next" she asked her. Luka inhaled the rest of her food and also threw her trash away."Umm, I have the one where I try to shoot things with my powers.," Luka said "me too" she said. Let's go to the class then.," she said smiling. Luka went to her locker and grabbed her bag. She walked to her class and then sat at her desk. Lilly followed. She had her books in her hand and followed her to there next class. Luka waited for everyone to come in the class. She read a book while she was waiting. Lilly read a book too. Luka looked at the clock and saw it was almost time for class. [you can control the class this time k] (umm alrighty. I'll try. Hehe~ he has a British accent. :drool:)Len came into class and stared at his students for a moment. He cleared his throat and a looked around the room once more." Alright class, it's time to learn a little bit about how to shoot your powers at a target. And tomorrow we'll get to shoot at a moving target, but let's just focus on what we are doing today!", he said with his British accent." Alright let's see who will go first umm, Luka and Lilly. Please come up here, alright?", he said pointing at them. He watched Luke come up and stand next to him." Alright, now come on and shoot at this target! Well, let me get a few and set them up, give me one second.," he said before setting up the targets six feet away from Luka." Alright, shoot it now. Oh, and let me set up the targets for you Lilly.," he said grabbing a few more targets and setting them up for Lilly. Once they were sat up, he walked back to his desk." Alright, now begin.," he said leaning on the desk. Luka nodded and pointed one of her hands at the target she shot each one of them, only missing the last one and hitting the floor with her powers." Oops, sorry....," she said Lilly waited for her turn. Len smiled,"Very good Luka.". He then looked at Lilly and signalled for her to come up." Come on now. It's your turn, Lilly.," He said smiling Lilly hit all of them with her fire. "Good job Lilly. Now go to your seat, so other students can hit the targets.," Len said smiling. Lilly sat down at her desk. Len called up a few more students, and they started hooting at the targets. After about thirty minutes, the bell rang and he clapped his Hans." Alright, time to go. See you guys later.," he said. Luka got up and grabbed her books. She then went to her next class Lilly went to her next class. Understanding powers. Luka also went to the 'understanding powers' class. Lilly saw Luca enter. "Well I guess we have all classes together" she whispered. Luka nodded and said,'' I think so. Luka sat at the desk.(can you be the teacher? I don't;t feel like being on today.) "Hello kiddies. I am Professor Walsh. I am teaching you the history of magic and how to understand it" she said.[sorry about the name. I is watching Buffy the vampire slayer right now. (its fine)Luka sat there and listened to the teacher. "Who can tell me the first person was discovered to have powers like us," she said. Luka sighed a bit. The only person she could think of was that Merlin wizard guy, who was more than likely not the person the teacher was asking for. Lilly raised her hand. "It was Lucas Silver Blade, but he turned evil" She said. "Correct Lilly" she SIAD. Luka smiled at her friend and continued to listen. "He took the side of the evil Morgans, and he is there leader to the day. But he is far away from everyone. There little group isn't found of public. " She said. "But still make sure you are careful. They are always looking for new people to join," she said. Luka listened to what Lilly said and was kind of surprised. She had no idea of that. "Good job Lilly" the teacher said. "Lily is right. It is still dangerous. Now turn to chapter 2" she said. Luke nodded and turned to chapter two and started reading. Lilly started reading too. Luka continued reading. Lilly finished reading and water for everyone else. Once Luka was done, she closed her book and waited for everyone else. "Ok students tomorrow we will have a quiz on what you read.," she said after the bell rang. It was the end of school now for the day. She gathered her stuff ANF walked out. Luka sighed and got her stuff. She then walked out of class and headed towards the entrance of the school Lilly walked up beside her. "You want to ride home with me," she asked. Luka nodded,"Yeah.". "Ok come on," she said walking towards a limo. Luka followed Lilly to her limo and got in you see a hot tub and a smooth maker and a refrigerator. "Feel free to anything you like" she SIAD. "Um okay, thanks.", Luka said smiling. She went and got a smoothie before she sat down and drank it Lilly got a smoothie too. "SO how are you?", she asked "good. And you?" she asked. "Fine.," Luka said fiddling with her shirt sleeve. "We are here" she said opening her door and showing a huge mansion. Luka nodded ND got out of the car. She stared a mansion for a few moments before saying,"Wow.that a nice mansion you have there." "That is my parent's. My place is in the back" she said getting out. "Well...It's still impressive.," Luka said smiling. "Come on" she said and walked around back where a separate wing of the house was. "It consists of three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a swimming pool, and a game room. The perfect slumber party place," she SIAD. Luka nodded and followed Lilly. She looked around and nodded once more." Cool.," she said "come on" she SIAD opening the door and walking in. She dropped her bag on the floor by the door. Luka nodded and setting her bag next to Lilly's bag. She walked into Lilly's room and looked around You see a cappuccino machine, a popcorn machine, a nacho cheese machine, and chocolates. And you see a giant water bed. Lilly jumps up and landed making it swish. "Jump on. The water bed is the best part of the room" she SIAD. Luka looked around for a few moments before she ran and jumped on the bed. The bed started swishing side to side." Niiiiice.," she said "I know right. Care for some nachos, popcorn, or a cappuccino. Feel free to pick all of thee above lol," she said. "N-no, thank you. I'm not that hungry right now, but thank you for the offer. I might have some later.," Luka said smiling "ok. So what do you what to do" she asked. "I really don't know, honestly.," Luka said "you want to go swimming," she asked. "Sure.but I don't have a bathing suit.," Luka said. "I have plenty she said opening her room seed walk in closet. "These are the bathing suits. Two piece or one piece. Your choice," he SIAD. "Oh, umm...well two pieces it is then.," Luka said getting up "There are three changing stalls. Fell free to pick one," she said going in one. When's he came out she had on a hot pink bikini. "Okay, thanks.", Luka pulled out one of the new bathing bikini's that still had the tag on and went into the stall. She changed into it and came out. She had her regular clothes in her hands folded up. Furthermore, she walked over to Lilly's bed and sat them down on her bed. Furthermore, she looked at herself and smiled. Furthermore, she really liked the black and white zebra striped bikini she was wearing. "Ok let's go" Lilly said putting her hair in a ponytail. She opened the door to the pool, and it was as big as her bedroom. There were 5 pool chairs. Lilly laid her stuff in a pool chair and went to the diving board and dove in. Luka followed Lilly to the pool. She smiled and slowly walked into the water and sat down." Mmm nice and cold.," she said smiling "yup" Lilly said going under and then came back up. Luka sighed and sunk into the water. The only thing that was showing on top, was the top of her head and her eyes. She then started blowing bubbles in the water Lilly laughed a bit at the bubbles. Luka smiled and said something under the water, but it only sounded like 'Blackburn Helga'. She bushed then took her head out of the water. She breathed in and out a few times before saying,"I um...asked if you liked the bubbles." "Yeah they were funny." she said. "Hm, well I am glad I amused you.," Luka said smiling. She went back underwater and continued to blow bubbles Lilly did the same. Then two dolphins came form an underwater cage and swam to Lilly and she petted them. Luka blinked a few times and stared at the dolphins. She brought her head from under the water and looked at Lilly." You have those too?", she said "yeah." she said. "Weird...aren't dolphins salt water animals?", Luka said tilting her head to the side "yeah. But my dad is keeping them in here till he builds an aquarium for them." she said. "I hope they'll be fine until then... They look fine, so I think they will be.," Luka said swimming over "I hope so" she said kissing one of their noses. They swam back to the bottom. "They should live, as long as they go into salt water tanks or oceans soon.," She said smiling "they will when my father builds it," she said with a smile. "Alright.," She said. Luka swam back to the spot she was in and sat down. "Do you know how to ride," she asked. Luka shook her head,"No. I have never seen a dolphin in person, actually." "No I meant do you ride horses," she said. Luka shook her head and said,"No... Never rode one of those either... I only know how to ride a bike." "You want to learn?" she asked. "Sure it sounds great.," She said smiling. Lilly got out of the pool and dried off. Luka got up and grabbed a towel. She then started drying herself off. Lilly went in and changed into her ridding gear. She got a long-sleeved riding shirt, some riding pants, boots, and a riding helmet and handed them two Luka. "Here. They should fit" she SIAD. "Thank you.," Luka said smiling. She went into the changing rooms and got dressed in the clothing that was handed to her. "Meet me in the stables when you're done," lily said going outside to the stables which were behind the house. She readied her black hours, shadow, and a white horse, crystal. Luka nodded and continued to get dressed. When she was done, she made her way to the stable. Took her a bit to find it, but she eventually found it. "Here you CNA ride Crystal. She is very gentle" she said. Luka nodded and out her hand on Crystal's head." She's pretty.," she said smiling Crystal neighed. She bowed. "It is a pleasure to meet you," Crystal said. (LMAO talking horses. XD)"Talking.horse?", Luka said staring at it. "No. We are part animals remember. We can understand them but humans can't" Lilly said getting on shadow. "Yeah only you guys can understand us" shadow said. "Oh yeah. I-I forgot about that. Sorry.," Luka said blushing. She climbed up ion Crystal's back and sat on it. "don't worry. Unlike shadow I am gentle with beginners," crystal said walking into the field shadow did the same. "That's good to know.," Luka said clinging to Crystal. It was strange riding a horse, it made her feel nervous. "Don't worry just relax and trust me," crystal said. She then sped into a slow run allowing the wind to rush through Lukas hair. "Slow poke" Shadow said speeding by. "I'll try...," Luka said back. She looked round for a few minutes and smiled. It felt nice having the wind go through her hair. Crystal sped up a little bit. Luka smiled and continued to hold Crystal tightly. It was a bit scary for her since she has never been on rid a horse, but it was pretty fun. Then the horses start rearing up and acting funny. Lilly held on tight. "Crystal shadow what is it" she asked. "Darkness my lady. And its closing in," Shadow said, and they turned and ran back towards the house. The skies darkened and hellhounds emerged from the forest chasing after them with their masters right behind them. "What.what the hell is going on?!", Luka said as she clung to Crystal's neck for dear life." What are those things?!", Luka said wanting to curl up and hide somewhere "hellhounds and hunters of the darkness. "You remember the lesson in understand history? These arehiswarriors" she said. "I do...but why are they here?", Luka said as she tried not to look behind her. She was scared to look since it would mean that if they were gaining on them, she would freak out "remember they will capture anyone they can get there hands on. We need to make it to the house," she said. "Oh god...ohhh god. Faster umm Crystal! Pleas! I do not want to get captured!", Luka said panicking a little. "Come on" she rode the horse into her house. When Luka was in, she got of closed the door and put her dresser in front of it. She then ran and put something in front of the other door. "That won't hold them off long" she said. Luka got off the horse once it was inside the house." No, it won't...," Luka said batting her finger. That was what she would do when she was thinking sometimes, plus, it would calm her down sometimes." Do you think I could like, splash water on the door then freeze it? Do you think it would work? It might hold them off for a little while longer... But if they have fire powers then it won't help...," Luka said. "Yeah sure. It would help a bit" she said. "Do you know where any water is?", Luka said starting to walk around and look for some. "can't you make some" she asked. "Yeah, I can, but it would be a lot easier if I had water. I get very tired when I summon water and ice. I might not have looked like I was at school, but I was. Furthermore, I felt like I was going to faint.," Luka said. "Ok here" she said handing her a pitcher of water. "Thanks. This...should do some of the door. I'll just summon up some more water after this.," Luka said splashing it on the floor around the door and making it freeze. She summoned more water and made it splash all over the dresser and door, then she used some more power to freeze it. It took a lot of strength and her power to do that, so she was very tired now." Okay...that.that should do it for now... I don't know if I can get the other door, though...," She said backing away from the door. "I will get more water. Enough for you to do the whole door and then you can rest" she said. She got three pitchers and threw them on the door. "Thank you.," Luka said breathing fast. She walked Dover to the door once Lilly was done throwing water ONM it, and froze the water. "Now lay down" she SIAD pulling up a soft chair. "I don't want to...what if they come running in? I might not be able to get up and run in time or whatever!", Luka said. She thought about ti for a few seconds, then decided that she should sit down for a few minutes. She sighed and then plopped down in the chair. "don't worry I will protect you" she said. "Thanks... I just won't go to sleep of get to comfortable. Let's just hope they'll give up and go away.," Luka said batting her finger, again. "Ok I just think....." she didn't finish because the front door burst open and hellhounds poorer in. One of them pounced on Lilly. She held it off with her flames. "Luka run" she said. Luka jumped up but stumbled to the side. She managed to catch her footing and stand up straight again. She looked at Lilly and shook her head." No! I won't leave you! I know you said you would protect me, but I am not going to let you get taken away!", Luka said. She summoned up a big ball of ice and water combined, and then sent it flying towards the hellhound that was on Lilly. She closed her eyes and hopped she hit it. The hellhound yelped and was destroyed. Another growled at her. Lilly was going to get up and help, but another pounced on her knocking her to the ground. The hunters ran in and watched the hounds. One of them grabbed Lilly from under the hound. They whistled and the hound in front of Luka pounced and made her hit her head against the was then ran to join the hunters who ran out of the house with Lilly who was now unconscious. Luka yelled out in pain when she was pounced and got her head hit on the wall. She rolled over and watched then leave. She felt so weak and was in a lot of pain." Crap... They got her...," Luka said. "Crystal watch Luka I will go after them and spy," shadow said running out the door following there scent. They ran through the woods and then entered there camp. The general of the camp met them. "Take her to Lucas," he said, and they vanished with her into the biggest tent.[will you be him please. Just act bad and of know at like you are going to make her join your army and well you know bad guys stuff.] (LMAO, alrighty~)Luka built up the strength to get up by grabbing the wall and pulling herself up." I am going to get you back, Lilly... I promise.," She said. Lucas was in his tent sitting down in a chair. He was waiting for them to bring him Lilly so he could convince her to join his army. He smiled deviously when he saw them bring her in. "Set her in the chair over there.," he ordered. "don't worry Luka we will get her back" crystal said. Shadow stood in the shadows of the camp listening to Lucas's conversation. Lilly was still unconscious but was starting to come too. Lucas got up and walked up to Lilly. He took her chin in his hand. "Wake up...", he said Luka nodded,"We will... I just hope she'll be alright.". Lilly's eyes slowly opened. Shadow melted into the shadows and was able to watch Lucas and Lilly without being seen. Lucas smiled and let go of Lilly's chin. "You awake now?", He said. "Wh.who are you" she asked. (what's his last name again? Flipperflobber McDoogenhimer or something like that? O 3o)"Lucas. Might I ask your name?", He said. "Lilly" she said. She was kinda freaked right now.[Lucas silver blade] (I see. XD sorry for the short reply, I am being rushed. *glares at mother*"Nice to meet you Lilly." "What do you want" she asked. "Mmm, not much, just wanted to ask you to join my army.," he said smiling "why would I ever join your army" she said. "To be a part of my cause.," he said.(Dude...why did he from this group? XD;; I totally forgot why...) (simple. power)"you're insane. I won't join you" she said. (ahh, thank you. XD)"Don't you want power, Lilly? If you joined my army, you could learn how to use your powers correctly and learn powerful moves! You could become much more powerful if you stay with me and stay by my side! That silly school you and that pink haired girl is in won't make you powerful!", Lucas said "i don't care about your stupid power. Atleast the people at my school are sane" she said. Lucas chuckled a bit then said, "I assure you I am sane, Lilly. But weather or not you want to, I am afraid you're going to join us... You have so much potential to become so strong and with you by my side, I would become much more powerful.". "I told you i won't join u. no matter what u do" she said. "Oh, you'll join us. You don't have any say in it. You should just not resist us since it will get you nowhere.," he said chuckling "i won't do it. No matter what u do. I won't do what you say" she said. "Resisting is futile. If you did continue to fight, you would give up after a while. They all do.," he said g "I will fight against you no matter what" she said. "That's what they all said...at least, the ones who were fighting me.," He said chuckling "what do you mean" she asked. "All the members who tried to fight me when I made them join my army. They all gave up.," he said "well i won't" she said. Lucas chuckled a bit, "To be honest, you seem tough enough but... I don't believe you. It really is futile to resist. But since you're determined to, then go ahead. Now, I think we should stop talking about how you're going to fight me and I think you should make your little horse thing stop spying on us.". "Shadow. Leave" she said. There was a neigh but shadow left and went back to the house to take care of crystal and Luka. "Thank you. Hopefully he'll make it back to your house and not get attacked by any of our Hell hounds.," he said. Luka started to walk towards the direction the hellhounds ran in. She was going to go get Lilly back. She had rested enough so she should be able to use some of her powers. Shadow saw Luka. He ran up to her. "What are you doing" he asked. "Saving Lilly.," She said starting to run now. "don't even try. The camp is too protected." he said stepping in front of Luka. "Lucas is speaking with her and if we go in there he will have us attacked" he SIAD. "I don't care! I don't! If its protected then I'll figure a way in! If I get attacked when I get in I'll just fight them! I might be able to do it! Now just...just move Shadow!", Luka said glaring at him "no i won't let you get hurt miss Luka" shadow said. Lilly thought of something. "If I join you will you leave my friend alone?" she asked. "I'm already hurt, it wouldn't matter if I get even more hurt.," Luka said pushing past Shadow and then starting to run towards the camp again. Lucas smiled at Lilly, "Yes. I promise to leave your friend alone.". "Fine. I'll join you" she said. Shadow chased after her and grabbed her shirt collar in his teeth. "Lilly doesn't want anyone getting hurt miss Luka. You will be going against her wish" he SIAD "Well then, welcome to our army.," He said as he smiles grew a little wider." Look... I know she doesn't want anyone getting hurt, but she needs to be saved. Don't you want your master to be safe?! She...she won't be there!", Luka said trying to get out of Shadow's grip. "The only way she will be safe is for us to leave it alone. She is smart, and she will find a way out." he said."so now what" she asked. Lucas got up and signaled Lilly to follow him. "We must get you some armor and train you, but for now you can stay at your tent while we get your armor.", he said"but... Uhg, FINE!", Luca said as she pushed Shadow away and stomped back to the stable. Shadow followed her into the stables and sat down beside her. Lilly followed him. Lucas walking into a small tent with a bed and a table with a lamp on it. "This is where you will be staying.," he said before leaving Lilly in her room. Luca sat down on a stool and sighed "don't worry she will escape" crystal said joining them. Lilly sat down on the bed. Lucas headed back to his tent to plan evil stuff." I don't know you guys.if she doesn't escape in a few hours or a day. I am going to go there and get her back.," Luka said closing her eyes "she is a smart girl. She will get out of there" crystal said with a smile. My comment was stupid.... Please ignore. -.- (lol you are the only one at the school right now dude) BOOOOOOOOOOOOO. (huh) (WTH? O___o;;)Luka nodded,"She is...but I have a feeling she won't come back until I go get her." "You will have to wait" shadow said. "Atleast wait until she knows what she needs to know. When I was there, she said she would join him only if he didn't come after you after all. I think she has a plan to learn what they are doing. I just hope they don't find out." he SIAD. Luka listened to Shadow. She was silent for a few moments after he was done talking." Alright... I hope she doesn't get bought either. I just hope she'll be alright.," she said. Luka looked at her wristwatch and saw what time it was." I need to go to my dorm...its getting late.," she said getting up." Come find me if you need anything.," she said starting to walk away "ok" they both said then went into their stalls. ---------- [we should make like ten years pass. (Okay, you can do the time skip thingy then. O 3o)Luka went to her dorm and plopped on the bed TEN YEARS LATER Lilly was now skilled with her powers. She was now 27 and was Lucas's best fighter. She was in the archery range. Furthermore, she conjured up a fireball and threw it at the target hitting it in the middle, and she watched it set a blaze. Lucas was standing behind Lilly smiling. He clapped his hands in applaud. "Good job, Lilly. You have become very powerful. That silly school wouldn't have been able to make you this powerful.," he said still smiling. Luka had spent the years practicing using her powers. When she graduated from her school she went to collage, during that time she had been learning how to use her powers from a teacher, but not one of the ones in the collage. Her strength had grown very quickly during collage. She was very powerful and very fast. She wasn't the most powerful person, but she was powerful enough. When she graduated from collage, she learned how to use throwing knives, hunting knives, and regular knives. She also learned survival skills.(That post might be a little crappy...) "your right. The school would not have enhanced my skills like you have. Thank you" she said. "No problem. I am just glad I got you when I could. Now you're my most powerful soldier. Now, we need to figure out what we need to do next.," Lucas said patting Lilly's shoulder and walking away Luca was walking towards Lilly's mansion. She was going there to feed the horses and see if Lilly did come back home. She doubted it, though. Furthermore, she had been gone for ten years, she wasn't coming back. She followed him. "Would you like me to go look for new recruits why you think of something for us to do next?" she asked him. Lucas stopped walking and smiled. He nodded and said, "yes. That is a perfect idea. Find someone who looks to be powerful.". Luca walked into the stables and looked around for a few moments. She pulled up a sack of horse feed and whistled." I have your food you guys.," she said Crystal and shadow walked out of their stalls. They neighed a thank you and began eating. With Lilly not being around, they hadn't talked much." I will be back soon" she told him and ran into the woods. She ended up in the woods outside of her house. She saw a girl feeding her old horses. No it couldn't be...Luca. She stayed hidden. Luca smiled a little when's he saw them eat,"Your welcome, Shadow, Crystal.". Luca's smile faded when she started thinking about why they hadn't been talking very much. Hopefully, they would talk again, but she doubted it. Lilly took a deep breath. Luca could be useful she looked powerful now. Lilly walked out of the woods. "Hello Luca" she said. Luka jumped when she heard a voice. She spun around and looked at the person who said something to her. She looked the person over a bit."not to be rude, but do I know you? And how do you know my name?", she said "you don't remember me do you? Wow. Ten year has changed us both" Lilly said. "Well...if I knew you ten years-- Hold on...your voice. It sort of sounds like Lilly's... Oh my god is it really you?", Luka said backing away for a second. She should have felt happy and excited, but right now she felt weary and that something bad was going to happen. "Of course it's me Luca. Who else would come here" she said.[update pic time. PERFECT!!!!!] (can I update my picture? E OE)"Your parents, that group that kidnapped you, animals...strangers. Well, a list of things, but that's not the point.," Luka said.' So did you bust out and get a bunch of secrets that could destroy that group that kidnapped you? And yeah, I forgot there name...," She said hopping Lilly would say 'yes, I did.' or something. [yeah just post a pic]"no I didn't bust out. I found out that I love it there. I am so powerful now Luca" she said. 'W-what?! But there evil! They are trying to take over the world or something! You didn't need them to become powerful! You were powerful, you just had to learn how to use your powers correctly! There are other teachers that could have taught you! I know I'm rambling on a bit...but still! You should like it there! I. I think you've changed way too much.," Luka said backing away a little more.(I know, she looks away different. Her hair is a little thicker and her boobs are a few sizes bigger then the picture right here. But this is what I really liked soon. O 3o) "I haven't changed much. Besides the fact that I am his most powerful soldier. I was weak before I joined him. He gave me more power. " She SIAD.[we can say they brainwash the fighters into thinking that k] (awesome! 8D this will be fun~)"From what I've heard, they brainwash there soldiers to think like that! Yes, you may be more powerful, but you're using it for terrible things... You need to get out of that group! I mean it!", Luka said giving Lilly a glare. She knew why she was here. It wasn't to see her friend or see her horses. She was here to make her join the army, at least that's what the thought anyway. She could be wrong." Why are you here Lilly? And don't tell me you came to see your parents or anything because that's crap! I know you're here for something that's...bad." "you are just trying to get me to leave. Them. And I came because I want you to join me. We could be his fiercest warriors. He is planning something huge." she said. "I'm telling the truth! Yes, I do want you to leave them but...there terrible news, and you could get killed or something!", Luka said giving Lilly a worried look.' I knew it! You did want me to joint hat stupid little army! I will not join it! I don't want what you guys are about to do to happen!... What are you planning to do?!". "We are going to destroy that weak little school. What ever students survive the attack will be forced to either join us or they will be lunch for the hellhounds" she SIAD with a smirk. "Why would you do that?! There are a bunch of innocent children in there! They didn't do anything to you! That school is...is a place where students who aren't human have a sanctuary to be in. There's barely any prejudice and everyone can learn how to use there power! If they wanted to learn more, then they could do more training there too! Why?! Why would you guys want to destroy it?!", Luka said. She was now officially pissed off. She was angry at Lilly for being so weak and staying there, she was angry that Lilly would think that she thought Luka wanted her to join the army, and she was furious now that she heard that they wanted to join the school. That school was like a home to her! She got to have a home, meals, and she got her education there, She didn't get beat up, teased, or anything. It was the perfect place to her, and she wanted it to run as long as possible."I will not allow you to destroy that school.," Luka said clinching her fists and closing her eyes. She was trying to calm down a bit, but it didn't work. The area around her feet started to freeze just then "fine. If you doesn't help us then you are considered an enemy" she said and her hands caught fire. "Fine by me.," Stella said glaring at Lilly. Stella drew her hunting knife and got into a battle position."if you attack me, I won't hold back, Lilly.," she said. "That makes both of us" she said with a smirk. She raised her hands that were now covered in fire and made a ring of fire around them kind of like a battlefield. She then hit several fireballs at her. Luka uncapped the flask she usually kept with her and raised her hand quickly. The water from the flask rose, and then she made several hand movements that made the water split up into small balls. She then pushed her hands down towards the ground and the balls of water hit the balls of flames and blocked them. Unfortunately, one of the balls of water missed the one fireball. Luka tried to dodge it, but it managed to burn her arm when it passed by. She cursed under her breath and pulled out more water from the flask. She froze some of the water and formed it into spikes, she then forced them to go flying towards Lilly. Lilly jumped up into the air dodging them and her hands turned to flames. Fire was drawn from the ring around them and came at her from different directions. When the needle like ice shards were dodged they went up into the walls, but Luka smiled. She put her hands in the air and closed her eyes. She made a few motions with her arms and the needles came flying behind Lilly." Watch your back when your fighting.," she said smiling. The fire was really close now, almost ready to kill her. But Luka just raised her arms and the water from the water feeders came flying out and scorched the flames." Don't you remember? Fire is weak against water. I have a little bit of an advantage.," she said "not really since water melts ice and if hot enough it can evaporate water" she said. She raised her hands and the surrounding heat increased. She sent several balls of fire at her. "True.," Luka said pulling out her hunting knife. She twirled around and dodged the fireballs that were sent towards her. She then put her hands together and closed her eyes. Furthermore, she would be vulnerable for a few minutes until she found what she was looking for. There was a small one nearby...but it would do. Lilly waved her hands and from the fire ring around them came a giant bear made of fire. It charged at Luca. Luka's eyes popped open when the bear was only a few inches away from her. Water came shooting out of the ground and burnt out all the flames, and it killed the bear. Luka started top breathing hard. She smiled a little and looked up at Lilly,"Looks like your pets are gone... Speaking of pets, you should have come and visited your horses. They missed you.". "Do you think I care about them anymore? They are just dumb animals. At least they are now that they can't speak. They will be able to in a bit. They can only speak when I am around since the spell ended when I left" she said with a smirk. She heated up the fire, and she made a small ring appeared around Luca and the fire rose, and the circle began shrinking around her. Shadow and Crystal watched the fight. "We have to help Luca" Crystal said. "How do we do that without hurting Lilly?" shadow asked. "We just have to make her use so much of her power that she becomes weak" Crystal said then she and shadow jumped over the circle of fire and stood beside Luca. Luka took a step back when the fire start to get close to her. She started waving her arms and pulled out some water from different places and started putting the fire out." You really have changed... Now your just one of Lucas' zombie. I thought you were stronger than that... I figured that you were strong enough to break out and be free. But you're not.," Luka said as she scoffed. She looked at Shadow and Crystal and smiled a little." I'm sorry about Lilly...," she said to them The bent there head down at her to say it was ok. and Lilly was right. They could talk now. "We have to tire her out so she will be too weak to fight" Crystal Whispered. Shadow and Crystal began running around Lilly who was throwing fireballs but was missing. Luka nodded and then looked at Lilly. She smiled and then started the form water balls in her hand. She then started throwing them at her.'this should help!', she thought The water hit her. She grunted then threw fire at her then tried hitting the horses again but kept missing. She was starting to grow weary. She made a huge ball of fire, but that was a bad idea given her lack of full strength. Furthermore, she released it but the horses dodged. Lilly was breathing heavily now. She threw another fireball at the horses who dodged and then Lilly fell to the ground unconscious. Luka was dodging the attacks. She only got burned once or twice during the process. When Lilly was unconscious Luka fell to her news and started panting."damn! That girl is fast! Tires out easily, though. She must not have gotten much stamina training.," Luka said smiling. She rested for a few moments then got up. Furthermore, she picked up Lilly and put her over her shoulder." We've got to tie her up...then were going to have to keep her cold and wet so she won't be able to use her powers if she wakes up.," she said. "Ok. How about we take her into the house. We can tie her up and keep ice and water on her." Shadow said. "Yeah, let's do that. And she might remember who she was again... I mean, she does but...remember her old self.," Luka said walking towards the house. Once she was inside, she went inside the poolroom. She then put her on a chair ABD looked ROR some rope Shadow gave her some. Crystal got a small tub of ice and put her feet in it, and it went up to her knees. "Thank you. Now all I need to do is splash her with water every few seconds or minutes.," Luka said waving her hand causing a big ball of water to splash all over Lilly." Doing this will keep her from trying to use her fire powers.," she said Lilly began to wake up. "Good morning sun shine.," Luka said smiling. She splashed Lilly with water again and pulled up a chair. She sat in it and looked at Lilly again."are you alright?", she said. 'Illy didn't say anything and didn't look at her. She had never been beaten. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?", Luka said before chuckling. She splashed Lilly with a big ball of water again." Or is it because your shocked that you lost? Well, WE wouldn't have been able to beat you if it wasn't for the plan Crystal and Shadow made. Of course, I probably would have defeated you differently without there help...but I'm not going to get into that. But are you alright?" "Im fine" she said still not looking at her. "Don't pout. It's not going to help you. What you really need is to realize that Lucas brained washed you, and he is just using you.," Lilly said "your wrong. He didn't brainwash me. He does that to others but I willingly joined because.... never mind" she said. "If I remember correctly... Shadow told me you joined because you wanted to protect me. But...I thought you were going to bust out that day. You gave into the temptation of being powerful and whatever else is going on in there...you stayed all those years.," Luka said looking down at the ground. She sighed and splashed a ball of water on Lilly again. "He said he would only leave you alone as long as I stayed with him" she said. "Lilly...you wouldn't of had to do it... I appreciate it...but still, I could have protected myself. I would hug you...but I can't really do that right now. Not sure if I can trust you...," Luka said as her eyes watered up a little. She splashed Lilly with water again. "You have no reason to trust me. You were right. At first I went to see what was going on. But the temptation was too much. I couldn't resist" she said. A tear fell from her eyes. Luka listened to Lilly. She sounded different...like she really did feel bad." I don't... And I'm afraid that...I can't tell weather or not you're just putting on a show just so I could forgive you and all... If you really mean it, then I'm sorry for not trusting you...but it's hard. And that temptation is very difficult to resist, but you have to try and fight it as much as you can... I just hope you won't go back there if I ever do let you go.," she said "let me give you a reason to trust me. Tommorow at noon. that's when his army will attack the school. I alone can't stop him. But between me and you could. But we have to warn the school. I only told him I was gathering new recruits so I could warn you" she said. Luka gave her a worried look." I... I trust you, sort of. But do one thing that is considered betrayal, and I will kill you and Lucas.," She said. "I promise i won't do anything" she said. Luka nodded and made some water form a ball in her hand. The ball of water formed into what looked like a b;ad and froze. Luka used the ice blade and cut the ropes that were binding Lilly to that chair. "She moved the bucket and stood up. "Luca I am so sorry about everything" she said. "Its...apology accepted.," Luka said before she grabbed a towel. She was about to throw it at Lilly so she could dry off. But she hesitated. She bit her lip a little and threw the towel at her." Catch.," she said she caught it and began to dry her hair. "We have to go to the school" she said. "How much longer until they go there?", she asked. ((Hi. :/ I'm so so sorry about not posting. I've been busy with studying for finals, finals themselves, and family issues. Do you not want me in the RP anymore? ) "we have until dark. That should be enough time to get them ready. Our only option is to fight" she said. She climbed onto shadow. "let's go" she said. "Alright. We need to hurry then.," Luka said. She hopped on Crystal and waited for her to start running (its fine with me. ^ Of just need to ask Buffy...) (i don't mind but try to join our characters. Btw ten years has past since the beginning)Lilly lead shadow fast towards the school. Luka urged for Crystal to go faster. Hopefully, they would get there in time they arrived and went in and told the principle and they prepared. Luka stood outside watching for Lucas and his army to come. Lucas was on a hellhound riding at a fast pace towards the school she saw him in the distance. The entire school was outside ready to fight. Luka stood in her place. Her eyes color changed into a light blue. She was starting to build up power. She was going to give this fight her all. Lucas stopped seventeen feet away from eh school. "So...you've gotten a little army, eh? So you've betrayed me, Lilly? I knew you really weren't going to recruit anyone.," he said with a big smile on his face.(hey, do you have any rps you need me to join, Buffy?) (sure. um let me think)"then we understand each other. We won't let you destroy the school" she said. What looked like flying comets of Fire and water were soaring threw the sky, dancing in harmony. The both landed at the entrance to the school, Coming out of the Fire a Boy, and out of the Water a Girl"Are you sure this is where you want to go to Sister?" he asked her, staring at the school with a frown." Yes brother, this is the place. I know you will miss okay Academy, but you will like this place, I promise." she told him. In the corner of Luka's eye, she could see two people." Stay back if you don't want to get into this fight.", she wanted them. Luka then looked ahead and glared at Lucas." As Lilly said, leave the school alone."" I'm afraid I cannot do that. This school is a place that shouldn't exist. Students can't learn how to be strong! Strong like you, Lilly!", He said. Stephen looked at her "Should we stay our Ying?" he asked his sister. Zafina looked at her brother "I don't think so Yang, I think we should intervene""My thoughts exactly"he told her. "I am not falling for that Lucas. You were only using me" she said. Her hands grew covered in flames. "So that's what that girl told you? She's lying Lilly. She only wanted to stop you from destroying the school. Why would I use you, Lilly?", Lucas said." Shut up! I wasn't doing it for that! I mean... I didn't want her to destroy the school with you monsters, but I wanted her to stop doing your bidding before it was too late, and she forgot who she was!", Luka aid. (oh and memo look Anastasia in the RP forum. I can't give you the link, but that is one and my blue moon wolves return RP) (link meh pleas!*yells in the house since she's home alone* MEET!) (I can't I am on my phone) (pH, alright~ I'll look for them in a few minutes> P:) (ok) (I didn't find the blue moon RP :/) (make sure you type in Blue moon wolves return)"I am not going to listen to you+anymore." she said. Lucas frowned at Lilly. "Then I have no choice but to kill you along with everyone here.," he said before yelling out a battle cry, signaling his army to attack."good job, Lilly.," Luka said smiling at Lilly. The front of the school became a battleground. Lilly fought against Lucas. The twins Watched by the walls, just taking notes, and enjoying the slaughter Luka was pulling up water from the ground and freezing it into little shards of ice. She would then force the shards to stab into the enemies. She repeated this a few times before she would pull out her hunting knife and cut/stab anyone that attacked her. Lucas drew his sword and started slashing it at Lilly. "So this is how you repay someone who turned you into someone who is strong! You were weak before! I made you strong! Why would you do this to your master?", he said kicking Lilly in rib cage Stephen Pointed his finger at Lucas, and a Beam of fire shot right threw him. Lucas was in the middle of fighting Lilly when he got shot. He wailed out in pain and held onto the place that go shot through. He growled and looked around for a few seconds. "WHO did that?! Show yourself!!, he yelled out Lilly used the distraction and made a fireball and threw it, and it burnt him When Lucas was hit by the fireball he fell down and yelled out in pain. 'How...how can I be this weak?! This is impossible!?', Lucas got up and then pointed his sword at Lilly. "I will not lose to you.," He said before he charged Lilly and swung at her Weighing froze Lucas feet in place she threw another fireball at him Luka was looking where the beams were coming from. It was odd...none of the students were doing it, so it was weird...but she continued to kill anyone that attacked her. Lucas tried to break free from the ice, but failed. He was shot with the fireball and fell back, causing the ice to break. He yelped in pain and glared at Lilly. Furthermore, he then attempted to get up. "Ready Ying?" Stephen asked her, floating in the air." Ready when you are Yang"Weighing told him. They then both supposed balls of their energy, combined them, and shot it at the Lucas boy. When Lucas was hit with the blast he fell over and curled up in a ball, holding his stomach. He coughed up blood then stopped moving and breathing. They both landed on the ground "I think you were going easy on him Ying, you only used half your power""And you were going to be hard on him, you were using Full power" she scolded her brother. Luka kicked a few solders out of her way and then ran up to Luca's dead body. She stared at it for few minutes before she stuffed her hands in her pocked and kicked the body." You both should have tortured him or something...like do small blow until he died...he deserved a long and painful death.," Luka said with a sigh. "Technically, he was. When I used my fireball, his insides were pretty much melted." he told her." And I froze them, when they were mishappen."she told her. "Sounds painful... But he got what he deserved.", :UK said with a sigh. She turned around and looked at the raging battle." O hope no students were killed.," Luka said before she ran into the battle and started fighting again. "Fusion......!!! Fire!" he dropped what looked like a miniature sun on the army. (Hah! That's from Pokémon! What's next? Hydrocanon? Hydropump? Water gun? *snickers*)Luka took a few steps back and watched the fire. Yes, it was on the army, but there were students there too. She spun around and glared at the man." What the hell are you doing?! You killed a bunch of students!", Luka yelled out at the man. Ying pointed, the students were unharmed. "Smart ass""Ignore yang, he is an idiot." she told her. "Well...you almost killed them!", Luka said before she looked at the girl and nodded." Alright.," she said The girl held up her hands "Fusion.....!!! Bolt!" A bolt of thunderstruck them down. (awwwwwww I was wanting to kill Lucas :see:)"It's finally over" she said. [you to slow :3]Stephen looked at his sister "これはそれではない奇妙な束です？"Weighing looked at him. " うん" (well you didn't have to kill him yourself also no making your characters able to stop a battle by themselves)"what are your names" she asked them. "Stephen 'Yang' Yoshimitsue." he told her." Zafina 'Ying' Yoshimitsue."she told her. (I know...:stare: I wanted to do some killing action.)" Magurine Luka. I guess it's nice to meet you. Thanks for helping us out back there...," Luka said with a sigh." Just glad the school will be safe." "My name is Lilly. Nice to meet you, and thanks for the help" she said. [If its any consolation, it wasn't worth it]Stephen kissed the hand of the girl lily "Pleasure to meet you""-cough- suck up" Weighing said under her tongue. "Perhaps, but maybe your friend likes her.," Luka whispered to the Weighing girl. She giggled a little before looking at the two." So, are you two students here? If you are, you seem to be a little more powerful than the other students...are you one of the advanced ones?", *Luka asked. "We are going to be Graduates this year, we came from the Okay Demon Academy." he told her." I should explain why we are called Ying and Yang. You see, we are boy and girl, Fire and water, and Fox and wolf. We are Complete opposites, yet we work together in complete balance. We are Ying and Yang personified." she told her. " Also, we are Dumb and Smart." Lilly gave him a small smile and laughed a bit at what weighing said. "Yeah Luca is right you two are powerful" she said. "So it's a nickname you guys picked up, I'm guessing. Well It's nice to meet you. Oh, and I'm guessing the girl is smarter.," Luka said whispering the last part. She snickered a little before looking at Lilly." So, are you wounded, Lilly?", Luka said. "No I am fine" she said. She had been cit at her side but it didst hurt much, and it would heal.(remember that little info for later guys :wink: also memo did you find my blue moon wolves return RP) Yang looked bored. "IMA go light some Practice dummies on fire." he went off She sighed. "Ignore my brother, he's just pissed. You see, it was our parents dying wish that we stick together, so we always went everywhere together. But when I wanted to come here, my brother didn't want to leave." she explained "He had a girlfriend, he was popular, and he was head of the soccer team. He had everything, but he respected my parents wish and left it for me." "You have a nice brother...you should be thankful that he did that for you. I bet he takes good care of you... Don't make him leave you, okay?", Luka said smiling a little. It brought up memories about how she left her parents and all...if only she had a good brother that could have kept her from dealing with those things and from being alone all these years... If only. "Yea, but really, the girl he was with was really nice, though when she found out that he had to leave, she got pissed and dumped him, us she thought he was seeing another girl. Really, he wouldn't stand for that, and he nearly killed her. Never have Iv seen him that mad. " She told her. "If my brother is something, he ain't no cheater. Really, he would take a bullet for his girl, but that Cow didn't see it." "I feel bad for him" she said. (Nope. c I never did the search thing. Sowwie.)" I guess she didn't know him very well then... Sorry about your brothers girlfriend and everything...he must be pissed and a little heart broken.," Luka said. She looked at Lilly and nodded. (I am on my laptop now!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :eager: so here"yeah. He would be a little heart broken. So how old are you two?" she asked. "Twins. We are 18." she told them. "Cool. I wish I had a twin" she said. [bored] You notice a girl drive up to the school. She looks a bit nervous, and doesn't seem to be human." Uh oh, here's trouble." she told them. Luka looked at the car and started to worry a little."Oh, great...now were going to have to explain all these dead bodies to that person...," she said "who is it" she whispered. "I don't know... I don't think it's a person who is a teacher here...might be someone's parents. Great. I hope it's not a new dead kid's parent....or that girl's brothers girlfriend.," she said "Your second guess is right Miss." she told her. She walked up to Weighing "where's Stephen?""why should I tell you, bitch?" she commented. (I wanted to do a silly post that didn't make much sense, but I didn't...XD I hope you guys are happy.)" I'm staying out of this...", Luka mumbled. She scooted away from the two and sighed. Lilly did the same as Luca, but listened to them. [You two stink :(I joined, so I can have some silliness again!]" Listion, little girl, I like you, but you better stay out of my business with your brother." she told her. (you want to know what's funny. I can picture this. Two 27-year-old girls talking to an 18-year-old girl and the girl's brother's ex drives up)Lilly listened. "Alright...look here, this girl is upset since her brother just died.," Luka said putting her hands onto Irina's shoulders." Now, he died in an accident...and...and...we just can't take it!", she said wrapping her arms around the girl and putting her face on her shoulder." I'm so sorry about your broootherrr! Please don't cry! Pleads!", she said pretending to sob and cry." He was such a good person...and he wouldn't want you crying...so no more tears!" "Yeah so back off her" Lilly said. ---------- [mom do you know the show the win club?] "Thank you!" she said. Though by a wave of bad luck, Stephen came up, carrying a Wounded girl on his shoulders "Samantha? What the hell are you doing here?" "Crap: Lilly said to herself. "I came here to see you! who's that bitch? Your new girlfriend" she accused." Oh my god, not this bullshit again, I told you I wasn't leaving you for anyone.!" "Damn it Stefan! I totally had her! Great, just great! God...okay, BOTH OF YOU! Quite freaking fighting. You, bitchy ex, he came here because he wanted his sister to come to this school. That girl was on his shoulder because she was wounded from the huge ass fight we just had. Now, stop trying to think he has a girlfriend. He's still recovering from the break-up. Now, both of you children need to like, do something that will just make you both happy.," Luka said looking at the two. "Yeah. There USNO sense in fighting over a break-up that actually had a reason" she said. (oh! Buffy, yeah I watched a few episodes...the show was stupid to me. To "OMG IT'S SO PINK! I LURE IT GIRL! OMG! *See* OHH LOOK AT THE HOT GUY! *See* IEEE OMG!"... if you get what I'm saying.)" Exactly.," Luka said. [yeah. I think it is ok for a cartoon show about faeries. The only reason I saw it was because I was channel surfing and nothing was on.] (I think they should have done it with hardcore fighting and blood and stuff. It would have been awesome...and make it less...like it was. :lol: like, awesome.) [you and blood lol. My little cousin likes it. She is really obsessed. She likes must, and she thinks the guys are hot they are so cute at that age not tiny but not teens yet.] (hey, animated blood is awesome. Real blood...that shit makes me sick. c aww is she like, seven? :lol: yeah, that is sort of a cute age) actually she is 9 but still cute. Its funny because she can sing the entire theme song for win.] (Lamp! XD I can do that with some awesome anime I watch. But, I'm glad she likes it. *waits for Andrews to post* :c) (yeah Andrews post. Yeahb ut can you guess what she was for Halloween XD) (Must. She was Must. :lol:) (you yup. I was forced to help with the outfit (haha! Well, I hope she liked it. XD speaking of with, I'm going to be Air for Halloween this year. I'm going to wait for Andy to post. P: so if you want to chat, lets chat on your profile) [I'm making a Spin-off role-play of the Okay Academy. If you two Old ladies watched Rosario Vampire, you will know what it is]"Well, all I know is that I don't want to be with her, I'm not going to stand to be Accused of cheating." he told her, then left. [what academy? [The okay demon academy.] [never heard of it] (I want to join. I know what school that is. Didn't get to watch all the anime because I was pretty sure it was TV-MA...and I can't watch stuff with that rating. (except black butler II and South Park) But! I will be playing it. C: link me to it, so I can see IFTTT. I might join)"Good then. There will be no more fighting...," Luka said smiling a little. [Okay, but I have ONE RULE........no sticking pens up peoples butts.] [ROFL good luck with that memo] (oh hardy har. I won't stick any pens up anyone's ass...maybe Andrews's hen he's being an ass, but no one else.) [I'm make the thread now (yay~ link me when it's done pleas. C: and Buffy, you better be laughing! XD now, its Andres's urn to reply int eh RP! D:) Stephen put a pen up the smart ass girls butt/ (I want to murder you Andres. *gives you the evil carp face* >:c)Luka slapped Stefan and glared at him." What the hell are you trying to do?!", she said [I swear to two are hilarious" she SIAD [We are cool like that :P]"Being a Pest." He ran away, giggling like a mad man. "This is why I hate some children.," Luka said pulling the pen out and throwing it at the ground. Lilly cold help but laugh. He came back with a baseball bat. Luka frowned at the boy,"What do you plan on doing now? Gonna beat me up, child?". Just like the pen, he put the bat up her butt, then ran.[here's the link for your new school :D Luka got out of the way before he could tick it up her ass." Go fuck yourself kid!", she yelled out at him as he ran away. [Don't send profile! Friends post for free!] He shoved it up there at full force, not missing, the hid. (Stop stuffing stuff up her ass. It's pissing me off. Besides, It's impossible to stuff that kind of stuff up peoples ass and I already sent it. XD)Luka glared at the man. She looked at his sister and stared at her."...what's your brothers' problem?" "Oh, he just likes you" she said "Oh great... I have a little kid liking me. I'm probably going to be considered a pedophile now since I'm almost ten years older than him...," Luka said "um.....you know I was just kidding bout the age right? He's older than me. Bout 23,." she said[I only just remembered that ....XD] "Then he's kind of immature...," she said.(LMAO! Remember there age!) "He only acts like that when he tries to let off steam." she explained" Luka sighed a little,"I can tolerate it for a little bit, but when he starts doing that shit then it gets tiring...he needs to find something else to do to let steam off...or do it to someone else." "Don't worry, he doesn't blow off steam that often." she said "Honestly, if you get to know my brother, you will like him." "Alright then. I just hope he won't do this anymore...and if he does, I think he should really do it to someone else. Like Lilly.," Luka said before she started to laugh. Stephen walked over to Luka" miss, hold still a moment" he crouched down and lifted her pants leg "your bleeding...hold a moment "he ripped off some of his shirt and began to stick up the woundZafina gave Luka a look that said 'told you so" Lilly was surprised that now he was being nice to Luka. She let out a snicker. Luka nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard what Stefan said. She wasn't expecting him." Whatever. Anyway, are you going to shove something up my ass again?", she said looking down at him [I]"Okay, no offense meet, but that's sounds kinky" he said, he finished sticking up the e.g. "there" Luka snickered a little bit before saying,"No kinkiness meant there and thank you.". "OK, well......" He gave her a slice of cheesecake, then took off on his fire comet"I. Told.you.so"weighing said. "You did, child. Now quit rubbing it in my face.," Luka said staring at the cake. It Wei a Carmel and Chocolate cover cheesecake from Eli's. Best Cheesecake in Chicago. Luka ran her finger over the cheesecake and licked it off of her finger." Not bad.," she said "I love Ellis, they make the best cheesecake." she SIAD." "I've never had there cheesecake before. It's perfect.," Luka said with a mouth full of cheesecake her jaw dropped, then she picked up a book and began rubbing it on her head "aka aka aka!" "Hardhats wrong? Did I do something?", Luka said giving the girl a worried look. [You’re head silly["I can't believe you haven't eaten cheesecake!" she said. "N-no, I've eaten it before just not from that store...," Luka said rubbing her head."besides, I don't have a lot of money so I can't get stuff like this very often." Stephen was walking by, carrying a box of things "If you want, I can take you to a Nearby Eli's, so you can try many types of cheesecake." he said. Zafina gave her another look. "Sounds good to me.," Luka said smiling. [i so don't know what to put] (make your girl come along with Luka ADN Andy's person? C:) Lilly listened to them and got ready to go with them.[there] [I]He picked up Luka "Excess me, but this is my Fastest way of travel. " He took off on his flaming comet. Zafina held out her hand to the other girl "hang on" "ok" she said and took her hand. Luka flailed and tried to get out of Stefan's arms."yeah, I think I could have just driven a car there, you know.," she said. They both landed in front of a Friendly looking shop "Come, come, they have soft-drinks we can enjoy." he said. Zafina ran inside like a bat out of hell. Luka managed to get out of Stefan's arms. She walked into the shop and sighed."We're taking a cab back. I don't want to be held.," she said. Inside looked like a miniature bakery. Brownies, cookies, cupcakes, cheesecake, and much more of different kinds were everywhere "Take your pick, I'm buying." "I wants a strawberry cheesecake and a lemon aid. it's a good combo" she said placing her order. ---------- (I love your outfit memo) (thank you Buffy~ have you guys ever mixed cheer wine soda with Fanta? O: it's perfect!)" Damn....," Luka said looking at all the sweets." I'll have... Cheerwine mixed with Fanta soda with some strawberry cookies and chocolate cheesecake." "Nice pick" Lilly said. "Thank you.," she said Lilly was given her food and sat down at a table and began eating. They got both your orders and placed the in front of you. Luka chugged down the soda in a few seconds and sat the glass down. She wasn't being a pig or anything when she did that, she was just very thirsty from that battle that happened earlier that day. She wouldn't have been that thirsty if it wasn't for the fact she used a hell of a lot of water during the battle. And the water came from some of her body. So she usually needed to get something to drink after she used her powers a lot. Luka leaned back on the wall and munched on some cookies. "This is good" she said. "Told you so" he said, with a grin. Zafina was inhaling cheesecake and brownies. Lilly laughed at Weighing. "Don't eat to fast kiddo, you'll choke.," Luka said before she started to eat her cake. Weighing was already done by the time Luka SIAD this "what?" Stefen was eating an Oreo, Chocolate Mousses version of cheesecake by Luka. Lilly finished. "Everyone done? I have a surprise coming." he told them. "Really" she asked. Two guys came in and had a large box with them "Ready?" "You bet" she said. Inside was a large Brown/Cookie flavored Cheesecake." This you can take with you, save it, or anything. It's the best of the best in here." Lilly's eyes widened at the giant cheesecake. "I made it yesterday, saved it for just an occasion. This is my symbol of Friendship." he told them. "It looks awesome" she said. He bowed "thank you." he said.[Hey Buffy, will you join my 'Life after the Vault' role-play? I just made it in the fan based forum.] [I will look] [Someone post already!] (I don't know what to post....-.-;; and you need to post in the other school RP! I'm waiting for you to post...)

School of Transformation|rating:3.0

Fertile grounds (Carly and theblazindragon)

Name: Lady Anna CornleyGender :Hermaphrodite height 1.68 m, Weight 55 kg Sexuality: Pansexual Equipment: A female horse named Coal, a dagger, some camping equipment, food for a week, five waterskis, a map, a slingshot and small stones, 3 sets of clothing, soap, hairbrush, and a mirror. Gold: 100 gold crowns and 40 silver pieces. Anna Cornea was born to a father who was a baron of a fertile land calledGondhaven and a sorceress who specialized in life magic. She grew up spoiled for the most part until her coming of age party. On that fateful day she explored the woods with friends and found a cave with ancient runes etched on the cave ceiling. Her friends where scared, but Anna entered the cavern proper and recalled a bright light. Next thing she remembered was an image of a FAE approaching her. She awoke to a changed body, where she had an enormous penis and balls above her vagina. She heard the FAE mutter something incomprehensible, and then she was left to her fate. As it turned out being a hermaphrodite was not the only change. Anna's vagina excreted a constant scent that made male animals and monsters lust for her - even more so than for their female counterparts when in heat, strangely it also effected people. The effect was blatant and caused considerable embarrassment to her. Her mother urged her to discover what changes has been done to her as both were convinced the change was not just a spell to her body but a change of her soul to make her into a unique FAE for reasons unknown.(is beautiful but the appendage between her legs can't be hidden with clothes and is a great deal larger than most males, putting many males off befriending or Boeing her. Many laugh or make jokes, some mostly just stare at her - but it is more award to manage when male animals are around. Since the change Anna noticed that her skin became softer and her voice more melodic which is enchanting to many women that think good of her. Anna was taught sorcery and knows some spells from her others book, but understands magic better than most. From what she can gather she has reason to believe that the advances of male animals is not coincidence but part of her FAE nature. She believes that it could be possible that the ejaculate of male animals and monsters is something her body can change into magic or power. Little does she know that the effect would make her own come change women too. One strange side effect of her nature now is that she repels vermin-flies, mosquitoes and the likes avoid her.*It was a fine autumn day when Anna awoke in Eindhoven. She knew this day would come, she had mentioned her intention to leave the home and seek answers and her role in the world to her parents. They protested but saw reason eventually. Anna hopped off the bed and her enormous balls and cock bounced a few times from the sudden change. It felt strange but in its own away magnificent. Anna blushed thinking it so, it had caused so much concern from her parents and no end of troubles with others, but Anna felt she had been changed for a reason and answers awaited. Anna dressed then ate with her parents, all of which stayed silent and then mounted her mare horse, called coal. Saddlebags were packed already with the finest camping gear gold could buy. The horse was in good health too. After a teary farewell to her parents she started her horse off at a trot. She would need company soon, adventuring alone with her skills was not recommended, but she knew of a place that adventurers often visited about a days ride south. Perhaps she could join up with some and act as a healer. She could read magic and knew a few languages, perhaps her meager spells and skills may be sort after by some that had their own. She would need fighters though, someone good with a sword, and if she had the chance she would need to read more magic tomes and learn more about FAE magic and life magic mainly. With the birds singing nearby Anna set off to the town of Early, a close modest town on the crossroads of major roads that lined this valley. With Eindhoven to the back of her, and the destination of Early in front of her, the young Sorceress trotted off on her mare Coal. It took her a while after her change for Anna to get use to riding her mount, after all she now had a rather large appendage which she never had before. As she rode off from home, the wind stayed down, gently blowing her hair from her face while moving south. The road to Early was a safe one, as there were so many adventures in this area that it just wasn't worth it for bandits to try and inhabit the wooded area's around the two towns. However, it still wasn't a safe road to travel on regardless. The travel to Early was uneventful, as the day stayed nice, and the wildlife stayed at bay. The sun had just started to set as Anna arrived into town. The streets were quiet and lights were low, however there was one source of light in which was glaringly obvious. The tavern of the town called 'The Rusty Goblet' in which all the local adventurers would come and spend some of their hard-earned crowns. Other than that, the small farming town seemed to be rather dead at this time of night. Lady Anna dismounted from her horse and tied Coal to the rail outside the tavern. She was wearing a white blouse, knee-high riding boots and a skirt. Her cock was semi-erect most of the time, and now it protruded glaringly from under her skirt.(had tried to wear longer skirts and the likes, but it was no use, it just got entangled and was even more obvious, so Anna bit her lip and entered the tavern with her massive cock and balls bouncing about with each stride. The room had a few travelers, it was too early for most but the moment she entered all eyes went to her. Not many looked past her groin and that was understandable, those that made eye contact quickly looked back to her balls and cock and then there eyes stayed there. Lady Anna wasn't offended, if she was them she probably would behave the same way, at least none of them threw her out onsite. With careful deliberate steps Anna approached one table that didn't have anybody seated nearby for the moment and within moments a wench came over for her order. "I am not sure what you're playing at with that thing between your legs, but don't cause any trouble"Anna sighed then produced five silver coins "I hope for a bed for the night, feed for my horse and the best meal that the tavern is offering, also a wine, a glass of it, cooled if possible"The wench didn't look impressed and her eyes never left Anna's groin, perhaps she thought it is a joke or something, but it was very much real. Anna resigned herself to having to deal with strange attention it got. The wench took the money and then nodded and left to see her order seen to. Anna stretched her legs and her boots hit the chair on the other end of the table. Thinking to stretch her legs some she lifted her feet to rest on the chair opposite her. She could wait here a while, hopefully a few adventurers looking for a sorceress or a healer could come by, she had basic skills at both which was unusual for even talented mages. She had something to offer, besides she already had camping gear and a horse, that was more than most had when they started out. The once chatty atmosphere of the tavern died almost instantly as Anna walked into the room, the obvious stares at her crotch all the noise that needed to be made. The silence though was broken when the local tavern wench approached her and warned her about what she was packing between her legs. The pause wasn't as long as one would expect it though as once the order was taken from Anna, the rest of the patrons, though was keeping an eye on the large cocked woman, resumed their previous conversations. Everyone was making sure to stay their distance yet keep an eye on 'it'. Soon enough, the wench came back with the wine and a key and placed then on the table in arms reach of Anna. She was making sure to keep an eye on the cock as she moved just far enough from it. Across the way from the FTA woman, there was a group of three well armed men who were chatting. It was hard to tell from this distance, but Anna would hear something about clearing out a nest in the nearby woods successfully. They were well armed and moderately armored. Before Anna would get a chance to move though, two females walked in. One was in full plate armor with a metallic head and what looked like a long blade on her hip. The other woman wore tight leather armor and had a bow slung over her shoulders and two quivers full of arrows on her right hip. Another thing she would notice was a wooden bulletin board by the bar counter with some parchment attached to it. What she did was up to her Anna drunk her wine, slipped the key to the room in her pouch then motioned for the newcomers to sit by her table. Anna noticed the parchment attached to the bulletin board and could make one some of what one of them read"1000 gold crowns for killing a pack of wolves". That was the parchment that was on top. But there were others, not easily readable at a distance, however. Strange - that was rather a lot of money, surely there was more to it than that. 1000 gold crowns ! There were other parchments too. Likely offering rewards for this service or that. The two women, one in full plate and one in leather interested Anna, and she hoped to get their attention"Dine with me and I will pay for both of your meals and whatever it is you both drink. My name is Lady Anna Cornea, my father is the good baron of Eindhoven. I have been changed" She didn't say what that change was though, in all honesty she didn't quite know herself, but the most obvious change was hidden below the table - for now." I was changed by the FAE recently and hope to travel with company, perhaps I can travel with you both, or perhaps you could open your arms to more than I and invite those men to join you both. They seem successful, and have not hit on me as, yet perhaps they are the good kind. I am looking to eventually travel to the mage tower of Bree, but I need gold to buy the magic books I need to study to learn more about what happened to me. Perhaps we can team up and get some of these rewards they are offering here" Anna then pointed to the bulletin board "I am a mage that can heal as well as perform some spells useful for adventuring. What say you both?" As Anna motioned the two women over to her table, they looked at each other both for the one in plate armor nodded. As they approached, it was clear to see that the one in plate armor was of fiendish blood. A crimson skinned tie fling to be exact with small horns which were hard to notice without her turning to face the one looking at her. The second lady was a bit harder to tell, though once on the other end of the table Anna would see that she was partly of elvish decent. Before the two ladies had a chance to talk, Anna spoke up in a seemingly friendly manner. The two woman gave the noble woman a quick once over, not noticing anything amiss at the moment. Once the younger woman finished her introduction, the Half-even woman stared over at the notice board while the tie fling woman stared into Anna's eyes. It was as if she was trying to pry any information she could just by staring at her soul through her eyes. She continued to stare as she soon broke the silence though." If we were to travel with you, it would be under contract as bodyguards. We are rather good at our job and our fare is modest for those who wish to hire us. If you are truly the heir of the baron of Eindhoven then our fee should be no such issue to you. However... IF you truly have magical capabilities, then we might be able to bring you along temporarily... There are some rules in which you would need to follow...." It was at this time that the Half-even woman looked back at the two and smiled brightly." Hi Anna, please forgive Cruella... she's all for formalities. Once she gets to know you, things will be much easier. As for your thought on hiring those guys as well, well let's just say we aren't on the good side of them, and they aren't in our good books ether...." The Half-Even woman smiled as she waved at the wench, who smiled and waved back though never did come over. "By the way, My name is Monika. You said that you were changed.... what sort of change has happened to you? You seem rather fine to me." she said with a rather devious tone to her voice. The two women seemed to talk freely, the fiendish one seemed a lot to handle though, and she didn't say her name"Cruella and Monika glad to make your acquaintance. If those men are not in your good books I will not think of their services, and wish them well at a distance. I have little over one hundred gold crowns with me but both of you can have two thirds share of any treasure or reward we manage, that is a lot more than most offer bodyguards, but I don't feel it unfair"When the wench arrived again Anna ordered the newcomers meals each and fine wine and handed over two more silver pieces. When she left Anna thought to answer the question that was posed to her"I met a FAE that was tall, with silver hair, silver eyes and silver fingernails, she had even ears and features but was nude, strangely she had very large breasts and long nipples that is unusual for a FAE, I was in a cavern that had ancient glyphs covering the ceiling. There was a bright flash when I was in the center, next thing is I saw the FAE who spoke in a language I didn't understand. She touched her forefinger to my head, to both of my temples and then next thing I woke up with this"Anna then stood and showed her cock and enormous balls. They bounced a little and her skirt didn't hide much of their nature, almost none in fact. "I still have a vagina thank god, but that two has changed. My mother cast spells and determined that my penis is enchanted, but I do not know to what extent or for what purpose. I am FAE now and seek to understand the changes more, that isn't although for my vagina gives off scents that arouse people and animals perhaps more, they seek me out for love making more earnestly than if I was a female of their species in heat." Anna then sat down and then looked them both in the eye "Sorry for the eyeful but my cock is so large clothes don't work I have to have it out like it is, balls and all, and manage its nature as best I can. It does make me think of women like a man would though and strangely thoughts of sex in all regards is becoming more appealing. I don't know what sort of FAE I met or what her intentions with me is, but I am stuck with these changes and I think there is more to come. Both of you should be aware of this before you agree to anything. So what do you both decide ? Does my offer interest you ?" As she asked the meals and wine arrived. The two ladies continued to sit across from Anna as she explained her situation. The adventurers sitting across from her were giving her their full attention to the explanation, that is until the sorceress stood up to revile her changed anatomy. The look of shock from both if them was something Anna would have been accustomed to, as her genitals bounced from the revile. As Anna spoke, the words fell into partially deaf ears. Cruella was in pure shock, Monika though was more fascinated than shocked by it by the time Anna finished her dialog." By the All hammer's beard.... Your bigger than my horse... maybe two of them..." Monika muttered to herself as she continued to ogle the appendage. Criella heard the muttering and snapped back to reality as she took her gaze from the enormous cock and back up to Anna's eyes. "Well... that is quite the offer, however we will still need to see how you fair in travel and during our quests. If you prove useful, then you are more than welcomed to travel with us...." She started before Monika chimed in." Yes.... we must see how you fuck.... I mean fight...." She stated in a rather obviously flustered state. "If you excuse me... I need to go deal with something that's just sprung up..." with that, Monika stood from the table and left, looking at the oversized dick as she left." Sorry about her, she gets... excited. Easily. Anyway... for now, we shall welcome you with us. Your evaluation quest will be the wolves that need dispatching here. We will start tomorrow morning". Lady Anna nodded and was thankful they invited her into their group. The changes had shocked them, but that was to be expected, they needed to know up front anyway. Judgement was bound to happen at some point but it couldn't be helped. The changes the FAE made were to be managed socially as well as sexually and Anna felt driven to believe there was a purpose behind it all, a pattern that could help life and those she loved and valued. She felt strongly that knowing its nature was the most sensible cause of action right now, but for that to happen she would need to study at the mage tower of Bree, or find an Arch mage that specialised in life magic and the FAE. Those were rare, but not unheard of. Perhaps if the books at Bree were no help she could seek one out. They usually had their ow agenda though and demanded services for their help, but Anna felt it would be worth it. Anna ate then retired to her room after finishing her meal. There was a bath, which was unusual for such meager accommodations but Anna didn't complain. She bathed briskly, using her soap to clean herself thoroughly and then quickly fell asleep to the cloth bed in her humble room.*Anna woke after a good night sleep and quickly dressed in the same attire she had yesterday, thankfully someone had entered her room and cleaned them for her, which Anna was grateful for. She had two other sets of clothes, none of which could hide her cock and balls but that couldn't be helped. She needed to keep her other sets clean a folded away for when she entered proper civilization and needed to wear silks to impress. They were not travelling attire in any regard. Anna was up early, and made it down to the bar where she initially found herself alone with the tavern keeper." Quite a package you have between your legs miss" The tavern keeper said while polishing a glass"That's Lady thank-you very much. And yes it is, its enchanted, and I am going to understand more of its nature from those that know. My companions and I are bring to save money to get to Bree and their mage towers books. They should be awake soon unless they have drunk more of their fill since I left last night""They didn't drink that much, the lads did, but aye they will be down soon enough, they are regulars and work comes first most of the time with those two. Your lucky you teamed up with the elf and the healing, they are very skilled." Anna ordered a grape juice drink and a hot breakfast for herself and handed over a silver piece, then thought better of it and handed over another one. "THats for my clothes being cleaned while I slept" The tavern keeper quickly pocketed the coins and called to the chef to prepare a meal before handing over a glass of juice to the young lady. While waiting for Cruella and Monika to arrive downstairs Anna looked at the other parchments that were on the bulletin board. Dealing with wolves may be one thing but what other issues did this town have ? As Anna looked over the parchments on the bulletin board, there wasn't a lot there which had substance really. There were two pieces though which would catch her attention. The first one was a wanted poster of a local highwayman who roamed the southern roads leading towards the next city. It seemed that they had acquired a group as well which needed to be dealt with. The bounty for this was also 1000 crowns. The second parchment warmed of a large creature which roamed the forest to the south-west of Line, the next city south. This creature was making the local loggers disappear which was hard for the town as that was a big part of their economy. This bounty had a price of 2500 crowns. Once Anna was finished with the parchment there was light tapping on the wood behind her as both Cruella and Monika came down the stairs fully suited up and ready for what lies a head of them." Morning Anna, are you ready for the trip today?" Cruella asked, not paying any mind to the appendage of the young lady. "Once you have fed, we shall be out at the stables, we have to get our equipment ready. So meet us outside, and try not to take too long." Cruella was as Stereo as she was last night, having seemingly been able to look. Past the large cock. Monika walked up towards Lady Anna as she stood there and smirked. She stopped and softly whispered to her. "Don't keep us waiting.... I'm dying to see you in action." Monika flashed a devious smile and winked at the young lady before walking past her, letting the back of her hand brush up against the giant member briefly. With that, they both went outside to finish their preparations and wait on the noble lady. Monika(nodded to Cruella and smiled. Perhaps she had yet to earn their trust and that was fine. Many people distrusted healing or those with demon blood, so it was no surprise that trust and friendliness was hard to gather for them. Monika seemed a lot better. As her hand brushed Anna's cock her cock pulsed by itself in appreciation. "OH my it just did that by itself !" Anna said. They both left quickly to tend to their horses. They had horses that was good, Anna would feel uncomfortable riding while they had to walk. Being left alone for the moment Anna finished her meal, perhaps the other two didn't eat breakfast but had large lunches or dinners. Perhaps they were up even earlier than Anna and already had breakfast. It didn't really matter. Anna finished her meal and thanked the tavern keeper, tipping the wench and him an extra five silver for being orderly and hospitable. Anna had trained a little with a sword but found it hard, she was much better with spells and could lob a fire bolt in quick succession to any that came near, as well as web them or send them to sleep. Mages were very rare on the whole, good ones even rarer, those that could heal as well like Anna could almost unheard of. Healing through magic was highly sorted after as the wounds never got infected and the spells didn't leave a scar or blemish. They would appreciate her talents the moment one of them got injured. Hmm, perhaps its best not to hope for that. Anna's healing abilities were good, but there was plenty of issues she couldn't heal with the talent she currently had. She couldn't put arms back on or legs or heads for that matter. Anna briskly untied Coal a saddled her, with a practiced motion Anna leaped into the saddle, her cock bouncing about comically, and soon the three of them were away and travelling towards the place where the wolves last attacked. As the trio moved on the road, Cruella kept in front as to keep an eye out. Monika rode beside Anna, keeping a look-out to the woods that they traveled by, while also keeping a trained eye on the huge bouncing cock of her new adventuring partner. There was an obvious fascination for the giant member, as Monika got right beside Anna and least close just to whisper to the FAE woman." So... what's it like? Have you ever used that huge thing yet? How does it feel?" She asked in a very hushed voice. Carefully, Monika reached over and gentle placed her hand on the large shaft and gentle stroked it like one would pet an animal. "I simply must know..." There was a devious grin on her face before she stopped and shifted away a little while looking up at Cruella. Seeing that she wasn't looking, Monika looked over to Anna and winked as she turned a stretch into cupping her own breast through the leathers. Before she could do anymore, Cruella stopped her horse, which would cause a chain reaction." I think I found there tracks... and now I see why they are paying so much..." She started as she pointed to the ground. There were huge wolf prints in the earth, they were easily as large as they were, meaning that these weren't just simple wolves they were dealing with... but dire wolves. "So Anna... let's hear how you think we should deal with them..." she stated as she turned to face both her and Monika waiting for a reply. Lady Anna noticed the elf looking at her member and smiled. She wasn't looking in a shocked or appalled way, she was genuinely curious. As if aware of its attention it pulsed once, twice, a few times while her eyes were on it. Monika saddled up to Anna and asked her question "I have never used it on a woman, but I want to, quite a lot by the way, I know is massive, but I have a feeling its enchantment would see it happen all the same, I don't know for sure, but I have a gut instinct it's this way to be used and not just something to stare at. As far as how it feels, it feels amazing between my legs, it truly is a magnificent penis and I think that its size is important, it demands attention, and I want to touch it and stroke it all the time, but I try not to as that's what I really need a woman for." Anna talked as she looked down on her penis and noticed that Monika stroked it. It pulsed to attention and Anna purred like a cat. Anna took in a deep breath about to say more when Cruella motioned for them to stop." Dire wolves. Oh dear, and more than one. This is very different to just plain wolves. From these tracks there seem to be at least 5 perhaps as many as eight." Anna thought for a while then answered the question"We need to be in a place where we are not surrounded, ideally a cave or a clump of trees that are too dense for them to manage, we can't have them at our backs. There is a rocky outcrop a few minutes dash on horseback. We should set up there, have the horses behind us, and find a protected area and then light a fire, the fire will attract Dire wolves, normal wolves can be afraid of it but not dire wolves, the smell of horses will attract them regardless if we light a fire. We need Monika on the high ground wounding as many as she can quickly. Shoot to wound not kill, get them second guessing the fight first. Criella and I will be back to back on the low ground in front of the horses killing and dropping them as best we can. I will cast a web on areas we can't defend. I would cast sleep on them too, I will try it but I don't think it will work and I don't want to rely on it. Does that sound like a good plan to you ? Shall we rush to the outcrop now?" As Anna spoke, Monika was the only one to notice a rustling in the bushes near-by. Looking around for a source, she paused intensely before speaking." No time ladies... we have company..." and with that, there was a large growl from several bushes as 5 dire wolves left from their hidden places and lunged at the horses. They would all rear up and drop their unexpected riders from their backsides before bolting away. The wolves did not give chase, instead they growled and bared their fangs to the three ladies, slowly circling them as they waited for an opening. Something Anna would notice would be the intense scent coming from them, and the slow destruction of their thick cocks as they reacted to the pheromones in which she was giving off herself.note You have time for up to two spells before the wolves go ;) "My god !" Anna quickly found her feat and had her dagger in hand. That's when she noticed that some were male, and were reacting to her like the dogs did back at home. Anna cast sleep on the females of the group and then cast it again. "I think the males are reacting to me, if they approach like they are let them I think this is my FAE nature effecting them. The females though might attack I cast sleep on them, twice, it should stop them from hurting us. But if the spell doesn't work, we have to focus on them and have them out of the fight." Anna's pussy was also effected. Responding to the scents of their cocks it dilated somewhat and became wet. This made much more of her scent for the wolves, which had no choice but to heed its call... As Anna recited the incantations for the sleep spells, the wolves slowly tightened the circle around the ladies, moving in closer and closer to their prey. As Anna looked on, two of these Dire Wolves were make, the other three were not. As she spoke about her plan though, the two male wolves jumped at her swiftly while two of the females jumped at Cruella and one at Monika. With how big the wolves were, and the two makes lunging at her almost simultaneously, it was almost impossible for her to evade both. With a loud thud, she was knocked off balance and onto her stomach. The wolf had her shoulders pinned to the ground. The wolf was on top of her, it's hot breath panting on her neck as it's now raging cock was placed onto of her ass, just exuding heat. The other wolf which missed Anna circled around until it was standing over her head, also stepping on her shoulders while displaying its large cock right in front of Anna's face. Lady Anna was bewildered. The beasts were huge. And that scent, right next to her face was a massive pink cock of a dire wolf, it wasn't fully out but its nature and intention were obvious. Before Anna could get her bearings her own body convulsed then her rear went into the air as she manged to get on her knees. The moment she did that the wolf pinning her shoulders to the ground retracted and Anna managed to lift herself onto her elbows. Immediately afterward a heavy weight descended on her back and moist warm sensations from its penis appeared in her awareness as it thrust away behind her trying to gain entry. Within moments, it succeeded and soon a meaty length of its member was buried in Anna's moist pussy. It started pounding away relentlessly making Anna's cock and balls bounce about below her comically. The other male dire wolf noticed that Anna was in a sexually submissive posture and managed to move side on with the tip of its cock resting firmly against Anna's lips. Anna moaned as the wolf behind her buried more of its length within her and with one hand after gasping she managed to hold the cock before her face on its sheath. With tentative motions Anna moved the cock into her mouth and began to suck. Immediately the dire wolf thrust deeply into her gullet - and more of its cock protruded through the sheath. Anna could only hope the female dire wolves wouldn't kill her friends and deeply hoped that she could charm the lot of them to stop preying on people or their livestock and go back into the wilds. As the wolves got themselves into position and inserted into Lady Anna, their paws slid until both of the dire wolves were competent hunched over her. The one deep in her pussy had its paws hooked on her hips and waist while the other one hooked its paws around her jaw. Both wolves had a tight grip on what ever body part they could grip. Almost as if they were timed, the two male wolves pulled their hips back and thrust into the young girl with force. The wolf which got the sorceress' pussy was just oozing heat to Anna's sensitive insides, while the one that was fucking her throat had a thick scent so strong that it felt as if she was drinking it from the source. Neither Dire wolf was waiting time as they ravaged the FAE women sexual organs. As those wolves fucked their main course, the females which were engaged with the other two struck. One left at Monika which she easily evaded as the others went for Cruella. With a quick parry and a side step, the trifling woman moved out of the way before slashing and partially connecting with one of the wolves. Both were too preoccupied to notice the pounding Anna was now receiving Lady Anna moaned in a muffled manner as the meaty cock pounded her gullet, she could breathe in spurts and when she did, she took a big gasp in readiness for another pounding of her mouth, the one in her pussy was huge and stretched Anna, but it was a pleasant feeling one that felt somehow connected to nature. The rear mounting wolf's knot was engorged and soon its appearance stretched Anna's pussy lips to the limit as it tried to manage its nature in her. Anna couldn't believe what was happening, many of the dogs in her hometown had tried her, but she had repelled their advances. It wasn't so simple anymore. Minutes passed as the trio manged the wolves as best they could, then suddenly the female wolves noticed what the males were doing and stopped attacking. One of the wolves was injured but not majorly, only a flesh wound.The males continued to pound Anna from both ends and as they did Anna's huge cock bounced. It jerked about and its own sensations caused it to become erect. It was losing precome as the male wolves knots came out in earnest, the one in Anna's rear buried itself in her pussy and knotted her complete, while the other knot from the other wolf banged at her teeth. As the knots became more and more apparent, the heat radiating from the meaty cocks of the dire wolves increased almost exponentially. Thick and clear fluids started to trickle out of their heads as a climax seemed to be nearing. Meanwhile, the female wolves picked their noses up and took in their surroundings. What they were thinking was next to impossible to figure out, but slowly they slunk over towards Anna and their male companions. Slowly, yet hard and roughly, the two dire wolves would reach their limits. With a few solid thrusts, both wolves would explode in their respective orifices, feeling them quite well. There was no time for pause though as stepping out of a thick brush came something quite new.... a Dire Wolf walking on its high heels. This Wolf made the two sure wolves look tiny as it moved up to Anna before she could recover. She would feel the two legged Dire wolf remove the other wolf in one pull. I grinned down towards her as the final wolf scampered off leaving a trail of cum from Anna's loud to the small prick of the dire wolf. Lady Anna climaxed in time with the two dire wolves that pounded each end of her. More precisely her pussy climaxed while her cock spurted more precome. She could climax separately from each sexual organ, but the feeling was no less intense. Anna quivered and swallowed a cup full of come, her busy also had absorbed a lot and not a drop escaped its clutches. Lady Anna got to her feet, her cock erect, losing precome and her vagina quivering. She was on shaky legs when she saw the dire wolf approach on two legs. Something was very different about this one, perhaps it was intelligent. Lady Anna was in no position to fight and sort to talk instead." I am Lady Anna, please understand that pleasuring your male friends was something wonderful that I would be happy to repeat if we can come to an understanding. The wolves have preyed on people and life stock in the past and rewards for their deaths is current now. We seek for the wolves to go back into the wilds instead of killing them. Perhaps if it comes to fighting we may succeed, perhaps we may fail, but if we fail others will come, the reward will just grow until the force opposing your kind is big enough to remove the threat. There must be some understanding we can come too, we are open-minded with what you have to say." As Anna stood shakily, the bipedal Dire wolf walked up to her and looked down st her. There was a deep growl as it listened to her words as its massive cock stood fully erect. There was a pause, Cruella couldn't be leave what she was seeing, and Monika was just as gobsmacked. Soon though, the beast spoke... but not in common.... the words though growls, there was an elegant flow to it. Monika snapped out of her daze." He's saying he leads the pack... it seems that he can understand our voice... He says.... oh my.... he's gonna.... Well.... release his last 5 years of mating seasons into you..." Without warning, the hulking figure took a hold of Anna and lifted her off the ground. She was turned to face the two other ladies before driving her down the full length of his cock... it was so thick and long it would be hard to miss the cock sized bulge in her gut. The Beast could talk, but it was more interested in mating by the looks of it. Its cock was massive, but Anna's cunt had just managed the knot of the dire wolf beforehand and was loose enough to accept his member. The strange dire wolf, instead of thrusting its cock in and out grabbed lady Anna and moved her up and down his length quickly."Oh, god ! He has a knot too I can feel it coming" Sure enough the beast had a knot, and it wasn't small, with long purposeful movements lady Anna was giggled upon his cock, nothing supporting her weight other than his penis. Minutes passed as the knot eased itself more into Lady Anna with each thrust, it was larger than a large orange and needed encouragement to go fully in. While being watched Lady Anna was fucked, her own cock and balls bouncing about with the movement, it was comical to watch, but also serious, the wolves were more than a match for the three and this was the best outcome Lady Anna could imagine , As the Alpha male had his way with Anna, Cruella gripped her weapon. However, Monika placed her hand on Cruella's and shook her head. "I think this might be Anna's strong suit..." Monika said quietly to the tie fling warrior. There was a low growl that came from the heavily armored woman before she turned in a huff and moved up the road a bit, clearly upset in this situation. Monika on the other-hand moved over to a tree and leaned on it as she watched the massive wolf cock fill Anna while her meaty cock bounced like no one's business. She stood ready, but made it clear she was not aggressive at this point. While this all passed, Anna was kept off the ground by the shear strength of the dick that was ravaging her pussy. The Wolf gripped her wrists and held them back so he could use her in a pendulum motion. Every time gravity took control, the Alpha male grunted and thrust up hard against Anna to bounce her back up. This cock was going deeper then she had ever felt something go before. If she looked down she could actually see a bulge where the massive cock was. Heat radiated from the prick as the knot pulsed with excitement to the pussy it was stretching. The ALPA males knot pounded lady Anna's cult continually for several minutes and the pleasure of the motions made Anna snatch widen to accept the massive protrusion. Monika watched transfixed with the other male dire wolves that already did Anna lay on their sides licking their cocks in appreciation of what had transpired. Lady Anna did pose a statement to the intelligent alpha male but as, yet she didn't receive a reply. She tried again however, perhaps he was more receptive to suggestions when aroused." Please understand you will be hunted in greater forces if you eat people, if you want to stay in these lands use people for sexual pleasure and eat wild animals, either that or head south away from civilization. Otherwise, your days will be numbered"If he understood or not Anna couldn't tell, but a deep grunt came from the beast and then the next thrust sent the alpha males knot deep into Anna's vagina. Anna gasped and looked down and could see the knot bulge in her tummy. Annas attention returned to Monika "Thanks Monika for staying with me during this time" Lady Anna said between gasps of pleasure. "I see your eyes are watching my cock bounce, I sense your attraction to it and know it's attracted to you too, when male animals lust becomes apparent it gets turned on too, and I will need a woman to manage what is happening to me, but I think what is happening now is a sign of things to come." As Monika continued to watch Anna get ravaged by the word, she couldn't help but get horny. She was watching the two biggest penises she'd ever laid eyes on just work their magic. He loins moisten, then clench tight as Anna spoke directly to her. She was going to need a woman to help her later? Her mouth instantly became dry as she nodded while putting her bow away Her crotch was on fire, but right now wasn't a good time.... Behind her, the Alpha make continued to use her as he pleased. A series of growls and deep barks showing he was communicating in some fashion. Anna would feel the knot inside her get hotter and larger as Monika spoke up." He says... after this... he'll retire.... but will take.... any woman he wants.... who travels these roads.... like he's taking you now..." The wood elf stated as she was still hypnotized by the cocks, sounding a little confused though as if it took a lot of focus to translate. Before Anna would get the chance to respond though, the Alpha male would let out a soul shaking howl as it finally burst from its cock, quickly filling up the young woman with its seed and no where for it to leak from. His Cook was still hard and pulsing as he stood there with Anna still lifted off the ground by its member. "My god that was good" Lady Anna spoke as she was re-positioned with the alpha male rear to rear with Anna, his cock embedded deep within her. Knotted thoroughly. He was still pulsing come into her and Anna's cock was pulsing precome in time to his member." Monika, I can smell your snatch, and like it, supporting me with what is to come is what I hope from you." Monika could distinctly make out the cock and the knot from the bulges in Anna's thin tummy, it was a perfect fit and as the alpha male continued to come Anna began squirting. Anna was on all fours accepting more come for twenty minutes until the alpha male finally withdrew. Strangely no come leaked from the woman, all of it was firmly in Anna's womb. Then strange new sensations appeared. A warmth spread from Anna's womb to her breasts where it began to fill them. Visibly her bust increased in size from the strange happening. White fluid leaked from Anna's long nipples that were seemingly aroused like a mini cocks themselves. Anna had a full erection and still precome was coming from it. Eventually, the Alpha wolf finished his orgasm only to withdraw its slowly softening cock from her tight pussy. With a pleased growl, the wolves stood up and slowly made their way into the forested area from which they came from. Quickly, Monika rushed over to Anna's side to help her in which ever way she needed to get up. Her cloth undergarments were completely soaked after baring witness to the brutal fucking that she'd just watched Anna received. She seemed no worse for wear though, which made Monika smile. "I'm glad to see the beast didn't split you in two. How are you feeling? Able to walk I hope." she questioned in a quiet manner, still kneeling to the monster cocked girl as she was almost drooling now that she was so close to the pre-cum dripping member. "I was a virgin before that happened. I always wondered what my first time was like, and I am very pleased, I came several times in a womanly way and was aroused constantly by my penis reacting to them"Lady Anna smiled and stood on shaky legs. "It was wonderful, I thoroughly enjoyed it, I think these changes are incredible, and I like where it is going"Lady Anna then grabbed one of Monika's hands and brought it to the head of her cock. "This can be for us both you know, I sensed to watching and know your thinking of it, when there is a bed I will bed you, perhaps you will experience some fairy changes too"Lady Anna then whistled and her horse returned. Lucky the other two horses followed it and they didn't seem worse for wear. Monika quickly blushed as she listened to how Anna spoke about being pounded like that.... and was her first time too. Still kneeling as Anna stood, she wasn't ready for the noble lady to place one of her hands onto the throbbing monstrous cock before her. The wood elf felt herself cream her underwear a bit as she felt the heat radiate from it, and how slick her juices were. She listened to Anna speak before whistling for the horses. Luckily they all survived, but seeing the shape Anna was in, she stood up and took her by the hand. Quickly she pulled the noble lady with her behind a huge tree and put Anna's back to the trunk. There was a lustful twinkle in her eye and she shook her head." Dear... riding in your condition would be rather painful. Let me help with that, later you can use it properly on me though." She stated in a hushed and sultry tone, stroking the fat cock before dropping to her knees. Slowly the young wood elf kissed the tip before looking up at Anna. "Go ahead and use my mouth, quickly now though, don't want to keep Mirella waiting." She gave Anna a wink before opening he mouths and awaiting her delicious looking meat stick

Fertile grounds (Carly and theblazindragon)|rating:2.0

Portly Bluebird

The sun rises over Ringo, catching the stately manors hidden behind the thin palisade in a rustic glow. Beyond the barrier is the slight sprawl that has slowly risen as the mass of commoners attempt to make a life for themselves while working long hours for the four noble families. The majority of the town has already left to make the daily trek to the distant farms and ponds, where they will toil away for food and silver. You, however, are one of the lucky ones. You are skilled in more ways than one, and have managed to avoid the backbreaking labor that is so common for others. Furthermore, you awake at sunrise, eager to meet a strange friend at Kendall's Blessed Libido, a local tavern run by Flora Wittlebane. That friend is Geoff the Educated, a young Academy trained Half-Orc wizard who wishes to form a "Mercenary Guild" to take care of the local problems the militia cannot or will not fix. Being trained as an accountant, he assures you this guild can be highly profitable. The only issue he has is that it will take most of the day to charter the guild in accordance with Imperial guidelines and his current employer has not had his brewery's shipment arrive yet. The shipment must be transported to Ringo by sundown in order to make the monthly caravan. You are meeting Geoff so that he can fill you in on where to go to check on the shipment. You arrive at Kendall's Blessed Libido and see a sleepy looking Geoff, clean-shaven and hair cut very short, yawning into a mug of beer. He is wearing a dark blue scholar's outfit and has a toad sitting next to his mug. The toad appears to be asleep. The tavern itself seems unusually full for the time of day. Scores of merchants and caravan drivers appear to be eating breakfast and discussing the monthly news. A couple of human waitresses in commoner's clothes try and keep the customers fed. In the corner, under a giant water clock decorated with images of Kendall sleeping in her burrow, is a beautiful Halfling female with dark eyes and dark hair loosely wrapped into a bun playing a small piano for ambiance. Spoiler: Character entrance Hide The following is the order that characters enter into the tavern: 1. Eastwick Folk or Little deer 2. Tumor the Black 3. Eliding Bogging 4. Malthus Jacobson Temple Spoiler: Flora's Song Hide Eastwick Folk or Little deer, ally of nature, peers dubiously into the tavern. Lots of people... Ellyhatespeople. She scowls as she peers around, trying to locate Geoff, struggling to see through the crowds much taller than she is. She should have known he wouldn't keep his promise. This entire thing was stupid; she might as well go back to the forest... Despite her grumbling thoughts, continues to look for Geoff, and her eyes find him soon enough. She wastes no time and hurries across the tavern floor, dodging the legs of the other tavern-goers as she goes with the ease of someone who's used to doing this sort of thing. Behind her, Stomper stops holding the door and follows at her shoulder. He clears a much wider path than Kelly does, being both unusually large and stoic-looking for a dog, but Kelly doesn't notice the difference; she's traveled with Stomper for more than five years, now. Elly arrives at Geoff's table without too much trouble (maybe a couple bumped knees, but it's not as if she cares; these sorts of casualties are normal when she goes through crowds). With a little bit of difficulty, she hauls herself up onto a chair opposite him on the side closest to a wall. Stomper sits patiently behind her, just tall enough his entire head is visible above the table." You said it wouldn't be busy at this hour,"Kelly accuses Geoff, glowering fiercely. The din of the tavern is giving her a headache; a waitress passes by and bumps her shoulder accidentally, and she bristles like a cat, outraged by the personal contact. She crosses her arms angrily and fumes, supremely uncomfortable. Tumor steps into the room, looking around the tavern with his dark eyes. He leans on his staff as he tries to locate the rest of his group - was he early, or simply too short to see over the crowd? It was probably the latter, at least, he blamed it on that and not his poor perception. But there was definitely no missing that mutt of Eastwick's, he could hear it breathing across the room. He'd never liked that dog, it always seemed to put poor ol' Blink, his raven, on edge, and that never did wonders for Tumor's own nerves. He'd never gotten good at being around people. At any rate, he was supposed to be here, and he was here, wasn't he? Tumor makes his way over to the agreed upon table and plops himself down in one of the taller seats, so he is sitting at eye level with Geoff and Eastwick. Blink shifts from Tumor's shoulder to his wrist, which the dwarf has placed upon the table, and blinks at Geoff's toad. "Well,"Tumor speaks up in his rough accent." I'm here, at least." He glances at his two companions - Geoff, half-awake as usual, and Eastwick looking as upset at being in this crowd as Tumor is. Just a bit harder to read his expression because of the beard." Where are the others? Late?" The six-foot-four Half-Orc seems pleasantly surprised by Eastwick's appearance." I assumed it wouldn't be. But, then again, this is caravan day. Besides,"he says looking at all the tired and gossiping people,"These people haven't commented on an Orc being in this tavern once. I like these types of people." To Tumor, Geoff nods with a smile." Did you expect anything else?" "Well, they'd better hurry up,"Kelly snaps, glaring a hole in the hardwood and failing to acknowledge Tumor's arrival with anything remotely friendly." I hate taverns." Eliding Bogging arrived quietly, as halflings often do. She had a spear (tiny though it was) strapped to her back, and carried a walking stick. She slowly danced across the room, nimbly dodging the large feet of other creatures. Despite always being nearly stepped on, Bogging tended to love taverns. You could hear so many good stories just from dancing around a room. She approached the rather unhappy-looking group of people sitting around her half-orc friend and smiled." Good morning, everyone!" Geoff greets Ellis with a wave. Late. Always running late. But could he be blamed? Was it his fault that as he was heading in to the tavern he saw the rabbits off in the distance? No. That was the hand of fate and the will of the gods, and now Malthus would have a good breakfast and lunch. Regardless now he was most undoubtedly late. Nothing to be done about it. Entering into the Tavern, Malthus spotted Geoff quickly, after all, nothing sticks out as much as a half-orc. He recognized the Druid quickly, for there weren't a great many hunting grounds in the region, and competition was always on his mind. The Dwarf looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place where he had seen him before. As for the third body around the table, Malthus was absolutely clueless. Making his way to a clearer part of the table, Malthus throws down the rabbits and begins skinning, gutting, and cleaning them in preparation for his meal." Morning folks, what'd I miss? And anyone want some rabbit? Very fresh. The cheerfulness chafes. Eastwick bristles with annoyance and glares at Eliding sullenly, but says nothing, and otherwise fails to greet her. Stomper wags his tail once; Stomper likes Eliding. The rabbits hit the wood with a thud, and Kelly looks on impassively as gore splatters across the table. Stomper perks up hopefully at the sight and smell of food. "MALTHUS," the piano music stops as Flora looks to Malthus' rabbits with slight disdain. "Honey... If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times: no fresh kills in the dining area. Take it to the kitchen until you leave." "Yes Ma'am, sorry Ma'am, won't forget next time Ma'am"With that Malthus quickly moves the rabbits to the kitchen before returning to the table. Kelly shoots Geoff a flat look." Can we please get on with this." She doesn't want to spend any more time than she has to in this tavern. She smiles at the young lad, and goes back to playing a medley of bluesy piano tunes. Groff seems slightly off-put by a speck of blood that made its way into his mug, but eventually decides to continue drinking it. Ellis scratches Stomper under the chin and tells him that he is, in fact, a very Good Boy. Unfazed by the rabbit that seems to have been gutted in front of her (the adventurers she aids are often far more barbaric than this), she hops over to greet Malthus." Oooh rabbit! Yes please!" She says this quietly to not make Flora believe she is encouraging him. Well, this was certainly turning out to be an interesting group. Tumor wasn't sure which was most surprising - the amount of animals at the table (living and dead), the fact that he was taller than two of the other party members, or that so many people had shown up. Huh, Geoff must have a personality in there to make up for that face." Looks like ye've got some skill with a blade, there,"the dwarf comments to Malthus. He looks back up to Geoff." I don't suppose ye'll be tellin' us what yer about, now, saying ye've got a money-making venture an' all." Turning to the Halfling, Malthus explains that the rabbit will have to wait temporarily. And to the Dwarf, he expresses his gratitude for the compliment. "Right, absolutely. Well, I am glad to see everyone is here! As I told you all individually yesterday, a (light) mercenary guild is just what this town needs! Tumor and I have crunched the numbers, and the money we could make in a week could potentially be more than we make in a month! Hell's, maybe more. "I will have a charter for you all to sign later in the day, but first I need you four to go to the Milton Brewing Facility and check on our monthly shipment to Redford. It was supposed to arrive two days ago, but is late. Milton needs me to make sure it arrives before I quit, and I will be too busy today to take care of it. All you have to do is head out and help them get it together. If the drivers are sick, just take the brew cart to the caravan at the South of Ringo by sundown. Come find me after you are done, I'll be here, and I'll pay you for your quick help. Given the urgency of the situation, Milton is prepared to offer each of you 10 gold for your work today. Any questions?" "Excluding the fact that I can't quite write yet, where do I sign?" Tumor clears his throat sharply when Geoff mentions his aid in the calculations for the company - this was what Geoff had in mind? Well, then, there was certainly money in it." When he says 'we've' been crunching the numbers, he means mostly me,"Tumor put in, crossing his arms. Blink hops back up to his shoulder."...at any rate, I thought ye implied it'd be more... interesting than running errands,"he points out, quirking a bushy eyebrow. "An X will do later, when I have the paper." Groff is grinning from ear to ear. He likes Malthus, and is glad his friend has so readily agreed to join the guild. Eliding shakes her head fervently. No questions." Sounds like fun, let's go!" Elli's idea of fun was very simple. Anything that sounded remotely like it could lead to an adventure or travel, even the most humble of tasks, was exciting. Her whole family had been this way, which probably explained why Harlingen had favored her family for generations. "Where exactly is the brewery, and what route did the cart take?" Elly asks, still grumpy, but looking slightly cheered at the prospect of leaving the city. Geoff waves his hand dismissively,"Oh it will be. This is not a guild activity, this is merely helping a friend with a problem. Our usual clients will be nobility with... issues that the militia will not be able to handle. Along with the occasional case of a child getting trapped in one of the wells around town." "Pah," Tumor sighs and shakes his head. "I suppose if yes really need someone for the job." "Keep the rabbits as a gift, Flora, I've got to leave now! We're going on an adventure!" Geoff produces a small map." The Brewery is just five miles to the west of town. You'll see a small pine grove nearby; It's where we get the wood for the barrels from. Since the rest of the area are plains, should be easy to find. Just look for John Noose, he is the Forman in charge of the brewery and will answer any questions. And yes, he does, in fact, have a nose." She looks up from her piano and sings in tune with her song:"Thank you child for your food, we will pay you after assessing the proper value of the rabbits you have caught." It was not her best work... With that information acquired, Kelly shoves her chair back and stands." See you at sundown,"she says. She makes her way out of the tavern without another word to the rest of the table, Stomper following after. "Right, Mr. John Nonsense," Tumor says as he stands up to his full four feet (and two inches, don't forget the two inches!)." Best be off, then. Shouldn't take more'n an hour to walk over there. Let's get movin'." "But we need to have the cart there by sundown! Wait!" Grabbing his spear, Malthus chases after the rest of the group Outside the tavern, Kelly mounts Stomper and checks the saddle. She glances towards the south of the town longingly, but doesn't leave, looking back towards the tavern with a sigh and waiting for the rest of the party to emerge with impatient hands gripping the reins. Ellis prances after Kelly and Tumor, thanking Geoff for the task as she went. She begins humming along to Flora's tune, but decides that the words just weren't her best. (She is normally a big fan of Flora's work.) With the map that Geoff gave you, you all estimate that it will take around an hour to get to the brewery. You walk through town and make your way to a well-worn path that, according to the map, should take you right to the brewery. The path is around ten feet across (to accommodate two wagons) and the grass on either side eventually gets to be around five feet high. The sky has a few fluffy clouds in it and the weather is around 70 degrees. It is, empirically, a nice day. Malthus gets out his pipe, fills it, lights it and begins to puff as they walk. You are all travelling. Eliding notices faint black smoke off in the direction of the brewery. Spoiler: Rolls Hide Survival rolls can grant you information about the fire once your character can see it. By St. Cuthbert, it was too blazing hot for any man, woman, or child to be outside. Tumor walks with a scowl on his features, and Blink is wearing much the same expression from his shoulder as she watches Stomper suspiciously." I think I should be in charge of the map,"he says for the third time, glowering over at their navigator. Not that it would really make a difference, when they were just following the road. Kelly faces forward, eyes on the road as they continue on. Once a reasonable amount of distance is between them and the town, she'll start looking around, but for now, she and Stomper ride in silence. Stomper, for his part, is happy; Stomper likes being in nature, and Stomper likes carrying Eastwick. Going places with Eastwick is fun, Stomper thinks. Ellis follows beside Malthus, stretching out her arms and breathing in the warm air, careful to avoid the smoke from his pipe." What a beautiful day. Every day is a good one for traveling, but this one especially..." As she's stretching, she stops short, her mood quickly changing." Oh, that doesn't look good at all!" She points to the direction of the brewery." We might need to hurry!" Survival[roll]#20#+3[/roll] Once Eliding sees the black smoke, Kelly is on alert. She whips Stomper's reigns and leans forward in the saddle; Stomper speeds up, sensing the urgency, and looks ahead too. Spoiler Hide (1d20+7)[17] (1d20+6)[7] Survival Check(1d20+3)[20] There was an odd smell in the air, and Tumor looks down the road to see the smoke at Ellis's call." What in blazes is that?" Spoiler Hide Tumor rolled 16 for survival. Spoiler: Fire details Hide The fire is still ongoing, and is not out of control. It is likely a bonfire sized flame. However, this is strange given that neither a pine grove nor an inside brewery would need such a flame. "A blaze, I believe,"Ellis responded seriously, running ahead. Survival Check(1d20+3)[5] "Something strange is happening, my friends! Make haste to the flames!" Kelly, hearing Malthus's call, nudged her heels into Stomper's side and murmured in Gnomish,"Come on, boy." Stomper sped up with determination. Spoiler: Initiative rolls Hide Malthus (1d20+7)[23] Ellis (1d20+1)[12] Kelly (1d20+3)[12] Tumor (1d20+1)[11] You begin running towards the flames (well... running about as well as you can with a halfling and dwarf trying to keep up). You estimate you are around 5 minutes away from the brewery. The wagon trail allows you to see ahead. The black flames are coming from behind the brewery. It is far away, so you cannot accurately tell if the wagon is ready to go or if people are injured. However, you can tell that something wrong has happened as two arrows fly towards the group. They are fired from both sides of the path, around 20 feet ahead of the party cluster. A spot check of 15 or higher will yield more information. "I'm comin', I'm comin'!" Spoiler: Attack rolls Hide Arrow one to Malthus: (1d20+1)[8] Potential damage roll: (1d6)[3] Arrow two to Kelly: (1d20+1)[9] Potential damage roll: (1d6)[4] The arrows miss the party. Spot Check:(1d20+3)[23]Ellis looks ahead, squinting to try and make out the scene in front of her as she runs. Spoiler: Spot Check Hide (1d20+0)[5] Malthus readies his spear for throwing and holds his shield up, covering his face, and reducing his vision. You see two Hyena-like humanoids kneeling in the grass off of the path. They wear leather armor and have short bows. Spot Check:(1d20+2)[17] Kelly draws her scythe with a snarl of anger. Stomper bares his teeth. Spoiler Hide (1d20+7)[27] (1d20+8)[18] The attackers move first. To those that see it, they drop their bows and pick up what looks to be bloody hand axes and thick wooden shields with leather strung over it. These are primitive weapons and shields, in that they do not look forge made. That completes their turns. Spoiler: What does Malthus hear? Hide (1d20+3)[10] Malthus perks up his ears, attempting to discern something, anything. Ellis witches out the quarterstaff she has been carrying for the spear on her back. Spoiler: Malthus listen check Hide You hear heavy breathing and an occasional hyena-laugh-like grunt Hearing what sounds like a Hyena, Malthus lets lose his spear Spoiler: Attack Hide [roll]1d20+4-15[/roll] Spoiler: Attack Properly Hide (1d20-11)[4] He throws his spear blindly! Spoiler: SPEAR THROW Hide The Spear lands with a thud around 7 feet away from the Knoll closest to you Kelly and Stomper charge in towards the nearest enemy. Kelly lashes out with her scythe, Stomper with his teeth. Spoiler Hide Kelly: (1d20+1)[19] (1d6)[4] Stomper: (1d20+3)[19] (1d6+3)[4] "What in blazes-" Tumor exclaims as he motions frantically with one hand, sending a Ray of Frost at the closest creature. Spoiler Hide Ranged touch attack: (1d20+1)[11] Potential Damage (1d3)[1] Ellis sees the arrows flying past the group, and watches Malthus blindly throw his spear in the direction of the creatures. She watches Kelly and Stomper charge into battle. Not quite close enough to do anything else, she casts Shield of Faith on Tumor, as the two of them had been lagging behind the others. Buy hey, it wasn't their fault that their legs were short. Kelly and Stomper rush to the Knoll on the right (Henceforth Rightgnoll). The whole package of characters and weapons catches the Knoll off guard, allowing Stomper to bite firmly on the Knoll's leg and Kelly to easily catch the Knoll in the chest with the scythe. The gash is narrow, but deep. He howls in pain. Tymor successfully frosts the nose of Leftgnoll for 1 damage. He seems tickled and unamused. Rightgnoll attempts to hack at Kelly wildly, Spoiler: Rightgnoll roll Hide Attack (1d20+3)[23] CRT confirm (1d20+3)[16] damage (1d6+2)[4] Leftgnoll stumbles onto the road and begins running for Malthus. You aren't sure if it is because he is a weird creature, but he seems intoxicated. He drunkenly swings his axe at Malthus. Spoiler: Leftgnoll roll Hide Attack (1d20+3)[23] CRT confirm (1d20+3)[22] damage (1d6+2)[5] Spoiler: Malaria damage add Hide add the following to damage taken: (1d6+2)[6] * post roll count doesn't match database Drawing his bastard sword, and feeling Rage fill his body. As a second wind of health fills him and strength courses through his body, Malthus swings at the beast who had just bled him! Spoiler: Attack Hide Attack (1d20+5)[19] Potential Damage (1d10+4)[6] Well, now the things have shown themselves. Tumor runs forward with his quarterstaff, and hopes that, if he dies, some necromancer will bring him back. Spoiler Hide Attack Roll: (1d20)[8] Potential damage: (1d6)[6] Spoiler: Kelly and Stomper AFK rolls Hide attack w/ scythe: (1d20+1)[19] CRT: (1d20+1)[21] damage: (1d6)[5] attack w/ dog: (1d20+2)[14] damage: (1d6)[6] Ellis runs into the fray, but her allies are already in the thick of fighting. She manages to get close enough to heal Malthus, who she saw was bleeding profusely, and seemed rather beside himself with rage. Spoiler: Heal Check-Cure Light Wounds Hide (1d8+3)[4] (+2 bonus from Augment Healing feat in Complete Divine) Kelly's scythe ripped into Rightgnoll's throat, decapitating him cleanly. On the Leftgnoll front, Tumor's quarterstaff skills are tested by the might of the Knoll's shield. They failed their test. Malthus feels his deep anger at the Knoll give way to a strange wet feeling. His bastard sword pierced the Knoll's side and drew considerable blood. The Knoll seems slightly dazed with all of this stimulus and decided the best way to handle this is with a swift axe to the head. Which head? He doesn't care, swinging wildly. Spoiler: Axe to Tumor Hide attack roll: (1d20+2)[22] confirm: (1d20+2)[17] normal damage: (1d6+2)[5] CRT extra damage: (1d6)[6] Tumor falls to the ground with a serious wound in the side of her head. She is bleeding profusely. Feeling the Fury of the Horde coursing through him, and seeing his new friend fall, Malthus lets loose with his full wrath at the creature. Spoiler: RAGE ATTACK Hide Attack (1d20+5)[10] CRT Confirm (1d20+5)[24] Damage (1d20+4)[6] Critical (1d10)[3] In his fury, Malthus misses completely Kelly and Stomper run over to aid with the last Knoll:Spoiler: Rolls Hide (1d20+1)[2] (1d6)[1] Stomper: (1d20+3)[4] (1d6+3[/roll] The blood on the scythe drips down, momentarily blinds Stomper. He bucks Kelly as she goes to strike the last Knoll. Eliding sees Tumor fall, and rushes forward to try and attack the creature that had just knocked out her friend. Running around Tumor so as not to step on him (and flanking leftgnoll the process), she strikes out with her spear. Spoiler: Spear Attack Hide Attack: (1d20+0)[19] CRT: (1d20+0)[3] Damage: (1d6+0)[1] CRT Damage: (1d6+0)[3] The Knoll attempts to strike the raging man, who it views as the biggest threat. Spoiler: Leftgnoll attack to Malthus Hide attack: (1d20+3)[15] damage: (1d6+2)[6] Malthus is gashed across his left arm. He is bleeding a moderate amount. Once more, blind to the pain of the beast's axe blow, Malthus strikes out with his blade! Spoiler: ATK Hide ATK (1d20+5)[7] CRT (1d20+5)[18] Dam (1d10+4)[8] Critical (1d10)[5] Once more, he misses. (1d20+1)[16](1d6)[5]Stomper:(1d20+3)[15](1d6+3)[5]Kelly and Stomper, together, are able to kill the remaining Knoll. Kelly fells him with the scythe and Stomper rips out his throat. Spoiler: XP Hide All characters gain 150 XP for this encounter Please maintain initiative order for what you wish to do until the next fight. Ellis sees the beast fall, and immediately falls to Tumor's side. She places her hands on his wounds to try and stop the bleeding. Spoiler: Cure Light Wounds Hide Heal: (1d8+3)[4] Spoiler: DM Fiat Hide Tumor is awake but immobile Tumor looks up at the sky. Well, this is rather the good first impression. With the beast dead, Malthus relaxes and lets his rage leave him. Looking down he notices his wounds, turning to his comrades he says,"If you have any other healing, it would be greatly appreciated" search check[roll0]With that he begins to look over the bodies. Search Check!!!(1d20)[17]Malthus collects what he finds. Spoiler: Search check results Hide Malthus looks over the body of Leftgnoll. Other than the now damaged Leather armor, he is able to find a Heavy Wooden shield (round), a moderately well-made hand axe, and various pouches that contain 17 silver, 3 gold, and a small collection of meat. Rightgnoll also has damaged leather armor, a round heavy wooden shield, hand axe. He has pouches with 10 silver, 5 gold, and a small collection of meat. Malthus goes over to where the Knolls were waiting. There is a small pile of gold (87 total) at each waiting spot. Apparently the Knolls were counting it to stave off boredom. There is also two jugs of hard alcohol, both half empty, that the Knolls were drinking. The jugs are marked with the sign of the Milton Brewing Company. And with that, the session will end for now. See you guys next Saturday, here's hoping the next one will go a little quicker. Hope you enjoyed it. Kelly wipes her scythe on the grass, then dismounts. She pets Stomper's blood-covered head with her equally blood-covered hand." Good boy,"she says. Stomper pants happily. With that done, Kelly goes over to Tumor and kneels, then casts Cure Minor Wounds on him. Displeased with the fact that Tumor still seems incapable of real movement, Ellis furrows her brow and tries to heal him more. Unfortunately, her reserves seem to have run dry, so she is only able to Cure Minor Wounds. Tymor is healed for 1, and is now at 1 health. He should easily be able to stand now. Tumor's head wound has closed, leaving behind a rather unpleasant horizontal scar on his right temple. Malthus drags the gold and liquor back to the group (the Knolls's equipment are still on their bodies). He seems rather pleased with himself before a dainty puff of rainbow smoke emits from his right shoulder. The smoke wafts to his face. He unceremoniously drops his sword and falls to the ground. Simultaneously, a puff of rainbow smoke hits Tumor in the face as well. The dwarf falls to the ground as he is attempting to get up. Spoiler: Loot Hide The party has to claim ("we take X") whatever loot I describe to hold it. No one has, yet, claimed the loot from the battle. At the end of each session, I will compile a "Loot" spoiler that the party will split IOC. Ellis darts over to Malthus as he falls to the ground, pumping out more of her bare-minimum healing in an effort to be useful. Malthus is healed for 1 hp. Malthus is healed slightly but still unconscious. You see a small rainbow-colored beetle on his shoulder. If you have ranks in Knowledge Nature, you may make a check. A heal check will provide more information about his condition. Heal check:(1d20+7)[25] Spoiler: Heal check result Hide Malthus is unconscious due to a poison or toxin. Based on the rainbow colored puff you saw earlier, as well as the rainbow-colored bug, you may deduce that this... thing knocked him out. Only time will tell when he is able to recover. Ellis sweats nervously, and looks around for any other threats, attempting to pull her friends into the shade or the shadows so that they may hide. Spoiler: Spot Hide (1d20)[15] Kelly and Stomper help you, and you drag Malthus and Tumor over into the grass, 5 feet from the path. This takes you both around 7 minutes. Nothing is around you. Satisfied that the two unconscious are safe for now, Ellis remembers that there is still a fire burning ahead. She hurries ahead to see what she can see or hear, trying her best to also be stealthy this time. Spoiler: Rolls Hide Move Silently: (1d20+3)[18] Listen: (1d20+5)[18] Spot: (1d20+3)[9] Kelly volunteers to stay behind and guard the others. You make it to the Brewery in 10 minutes (trying to move silently slows you down). The bonfire is behind the building, and you see nothing out front. No cart, no people, nothing. You smell burning flesh, however. You also hear, faintly, a rapid guttural language coming from the bonfire area. The entrance to the building has been boarded up hastily. There are no windows. The grass is high around forty feet away from the Brewery walls. You can attempt to sneak to the back of the brewery with no limitations. Ellis sneaks slowly around to the back of the brewery, listening and looking around carefully as she goes. You slowly make your way to the back. The sounds become louder, and you see a horrifying sight. There are three hyena creatures sitting around a massive bonfire, cooking what appears to be two sets of ribs bones, humanoid. Tied to a thick wooden pillar are six human males and one human female. They are gagged with cloth. Off to the side, around twenty feet away, are the hacked limbs and flesh of two humanoids. Away from the other knolls is a grain male knoll with thick hide armor. He is sitting on a beer barrel with a quarterstaff, covered in dried blood, held loosely like a scepter. The barrel is against the brewery wall. His eyes are closed. He seems majestic, in a weird way. Ellis has seen a lot of things on her travels, but this is likely the worst. Her eyes widen, and she quietly backs away. After seeing what just two did to her friends, she decides it wouldn't be wise to try and take on four alone. She looks around to make sure she remembers the area and if there might be a way to sneak near the humans to untie them later. After backing away, she runs as fast as she can back to where Kelly is waiting. Gasping for breath, Ellis attempts to recount what she saw to Kelly. An idea dawns on her, as she stares at Stomper and the wild gnome." Wait... you two are fast, right? ... Ok, I have an idea. You need to draw them away from the humans just long enough for me to cut as many of them down as I can. You're covered in blood. Perfect! They'll love you. All you have to do is run. And, uh, hope they can't use magic. What do you say??" Kelly, meanwhile, has been cleaning blood from herself...or trying to. She hasn't been very successful. Stomper's got plenty on him, too, but he's been licking it off his front paws and making decent headway, so she's not worried about his cleanliness. She looks down at her own armor and sighs in disgust, glancing ruefully at the two unconscious bodies she's hidden in the grass. They don't have any blood on them... The grass rustles. Kelly perks up, as does Stomper, then calms when Ellie merges." What news?" Elly asks, glancing toward the faraway smoke. Kelly closed her mouth slowly as Ellis steamrolled over her, raising one eyebrow slowly as the Halfling explained her plan." I...suppose that could work,"Kelly said slowly, after a brief pause. Assuming they chased her... Her eyes drifted towards the headless bodies of the Knolls. That...that could work. After a brief moment's consideration, she walked over to the bodies, grasped one of the heads by the longer fur between its ears, and mounted Stomper, drawing her scythe." Let's go,"she said to Ellis, the dead Knoll's head dangling from her bloody hand. Ellis tared at Kelly as she grabbed the knoll's head, and then, in spite of everything, just started giggling." Wow, ok. Perfect. But, wait until I am in place to draw them out. I won't be able to get there as quickly as you." And with that, she started running again towards the fire. Eliding is able to get into position fairly easily. The three younger knolls are quite loud. Elly sees the scene from the grass. The older knoll seems to be a tad displeased with the noise. His left ear twitches, and his tail (gray at the tip) begins tapping against the barrel. Kelly waited until she knew Ellis was in hiding, glancing towards the patch of grass where she knew her friend was concealed. She'd put away her scythe, and now, she leaned forward, grasped Stomper's reigns, and braced herself. What a hare-brained plan. She and Stomper burst into the clearing. Without wasting any time, Kelly flung the head down, glanced at the leader in a way she hoped seemed imperious, and booked it. Now, she thought to herself as the wind streamed through her hair, it was Ellis's turn. The three knolls begin yelping their strange language, staring at the head and then begin running after Eastwick. Opening his left eye, the Grey knoll looks down at the head without showing emotion. In a deep, James Earl Jones-like voice he speaks to the others in their language. The three stop, look angrily towards Kelly, and then begin heading towards the captured humans. The cut three of them (one light skinned male, one dark skinned male, and the light skinned female) and tie them to stakes in the ground around the bonfire. They push them down to the ground and the Grey knoll speaks in Common with his deep, powerful voice:"Stand up and calmly look towards me. Face away from the grass, and you will not be harmed. If you fidget or try to escape, I will personally kill each of your remaining cohorts one limb at a time. Mumble if you understand me"They each do as he says, mumbling while they stand and face him. "Show yourselves!" the old Knoll yells in common. Ellis remains as still as possible, though glaring at the old knoll who has ruined her plan. He did say that the humans would not be harmed. Perhaps if he became convinced that the gnome had been alone, he will stick to that. And besides, there wasn't much else she could do. And so she waited. Ellis hates waiting. For several seconds, no sound but the wind comes from where Kelly disappeared into the grass. Finally, without a single word, the second Knoll's head arcs out from within the shelter of the grass and flies towards the leader. The Grey Knoll walks towards the heads, picks up both of them, and carries them over to the back door of the Brewery. He opens it, revealing to Eliding a wagon that the group was, presumably, supposed to be taking to the caravan. It is filled with barrels. The Grey Knoll kisses the forehead of each head, and lowers them into the wagon. He closes the door. The three younger Knolls yell in their language towards where the head was tossed from. One has his bow drawn, the other two are wielding shields and hand axes. The Grey Knoll speaks calmly to them in their language. He then says, in common: "Come out. We have no quarrel yet." Ellis musters all of her strength, closes her eyes, and says a quick prayer to Harlingen. She opens her eyes, emerges from the grass, and looks the knoll leader straight in the eye." Hail, knolls. I come as an emissary from my group. I apologize for the threats of earlier, but we had hoped to avoid further unnecessary conflict with your people. Your brothers saw fit to attack us on the road, as we were hurrying towards this fire. You see, we are a group sent to keep peace. And what I see here is not peaceful. I understand that your people must eat to survive. But surely you can understand then, that my group cannot leave these humans to die. Our numbers are greater than yours,"Ellis aid, conveniently not mentioning that two of her friends were unconscious,"but we wish to resolve this peacefully. As it seems that you have already had quite a meal here, these humans appear to be your excess. What would lead to their safe release?" Spoiler: Diplomacy Roll? Hide (1d20+3)[17] Ellis is unsure where this enormous show of bravery is coming from, but she hopes that she can keep it up. To cover any potential bluff-bases:Spoiler: Bluff Check Hide (1d20+3)[10] The Knoll with the bow pulls it back a little further, and the other's seem a moment away from pouncing... But they do not. The Grey knoll, whose head was turned towards Kelly, seems a little surprised at your appearance, Ellis. He takes a moment to think over what you said, and seems to smile." Good morning she-halfling. I am Akira of the Akin Tribe. I hope your morning was pleasant. In response to your statement: these are not food, these are slaves. The two men we killed were older, and would not have been adequate labor for our tribe. The Knoll you see before you are runts, and these are their first slaves. I am simply here to provide guidance. It is not within my power to take from them what they properly claimed. It would be wrong, furthermore, for me to interfere in their rite of passage. However, you and your 'cohorts' (he smiles diabolically as he says this) did slay Takashi and Manor. You are entitled to the three slaves that they claimed. Those slaves are currently before you, as I imagined they both had died. In addition, we were going to leave this place later today. You may take whatever we cannot carry with us. In this, I offer freely from my own claim. These terms are the most I can offer you. Should you decline, we will have conflict. What say you?" Ellis quietly contemplated whether it was preferable to be eaten by a knoll, or taken as a knoll's slave, but realized that she did not have much time to decide. Nor did she really have any bargaining chips left." That does seem reasonable, as you say these others are not to be eaten, and as you are clearing out of this area. Very well. I accept your terms. Send them towards my other friends." She indicated towards where the head had been thrown from. "But I do wish to know, if you do not mind my asking, what kind of life does one of your slaves lead? Are they beaten often, or are they treated well to keep them in good condition?" Akira speaks to one of the Knoll's with an axe drawn. The Knoll looks incredulous, but goes over to the dark-skinned man. He cuts the rope binding him, and the man walks over to the grass where Akira is pointing. Tears are flowing down his face." The first slave of a Knoll is special. They often reside in the home, and help the Knoll dawn their armor and sharpen their weapons." The Knoll-runt goes over to the light-skinned man. He, too, shuffles over to the grass, overcome with emotion." If a slave does not follow instructions, they are beaten to within an inch of their life for the first offense." The female is freed. She stands in place, staring at the group of slaves remaining. Slowly she turns, head down, and sobs uncontrollably while she walks towards the grass." After the second offense, the slave is skinned alive in front of the tribe and the other slaves. After the slave dies, we starve the other slaves for around two to three weeks. Then, we feed them the flesh of their fellow slave so that they may know the gravity of disobedience. Slaves who become too ill or old are killed quickly and fed to the family that owned them." Ellis was almost sorry that she had asked. But she felt she had to stall and make sure that the humans were safely away from the immediate reach of the knolls. She paused for a moment, attempting to steel her reaction." Oh, well then! It sounds like that is a very efficient system for keeping them in line. I guess these guys better be on their best behavior. I am pleased we were able to reach a more peaceful conclusion to this encounter. Best of luck to each of you." Though this last comment is definitely meant towards the humans and not towards the knolls, she is hoping that they will not notice. She nods firmly towards the older knoll, and then slips into the grass after the humans. Spoiler: XP... I guess? Hide The two Ells get 125 XP each for rescuing three of the slaves. The younger knolls seem angry at the sight of the halfling leaving. They turn to the Grey Knoll and begin speaking in an accusatory tone. He waves his hand, and begins a long-winded explanation. He and the other Knoll show no signs of following Eliding. Ellis walks with the humans, attempting to comfort the female. As soon as they are out of sight of the knolls, and it becomes apparent they will not be followed, she collapses to the ground momentarily and breathes a huge sigh of relief." Let's.... never do that again." She gets up and continues heading back towards their unconscious friends. Kelly continues watching them. She wants to see what they'll do, if they'll leave. Spoiler: Vegas's (technical) first post Hide Thirty minutes after Ellis left with the slaves, the Knoll are getting ready to leave. They place the heads in sacks and begin trudging the slaves to the north, towards their tribe. Akira is the last to leave, and takes the rear. Right before he enters the grass, an arrow with a gold band around the middle flies and strikes his neck. He falls, slain instantly. A young man in studded leather armor watches on as the Knoll runts fail to perceive that Akira no longer walks with them. Kelly saw. Stomper saw. She and Stomper come skidding out of the grass into the clearing where the party is gathered." Someone shot the old one,"Kelly says without any ceremony. Ellis had really just sat down when Kelly and Stomper came thundering in." You're kidding. That means we have additional allies? We may be able to take on the little ones and save their friends after all! I'm still completely drained, but I can stab 'em with the pointy end." She stood and brandished her spear. As an after-thought, she went to check on the two unconscious one last time to see if they might be waking, or if she could further secure them before they left them again. "Where am I? What's going on?" Gurgled Malthus as consciousness began to return to him. "Too much to explain. We have to go kill some knoll children to save some humans. You up for it, or do you need to stay here?" "We found more Knolls,"Kelly says to Malthus, looking off in the direction of the brewery." They took the humans as slaves. Someone just killed their leader." "Let's get to it then." Separate from the party, Alexas smiles grimly at the shot. He waits several moments to make sure the other knolls have taken no notice of the death of that big gray one, then carefully knocks and draws another arrow, sighting in on the knoll now at the back of the group. Spoiler: IOC Hide I figure this is the most logical next step, although if you want they can just go out of sight, or make it so that I can't just snipe one without the others seeing) For Vegas: the grass provides cover. Akira's head was recovered quickly, after around a minute. Then, the Knolls hurried on back to the tribe (due north). You will see the party arrive. The Knolls could not be found. The head of Akira was gone when the group made the five-minute trot back to the Brewery. For all their searching, the group could not find the Knolls. In the sea of grass, they were simply too hard to find. The wagon was there, though. The party is able to push the wagon, with the rescued people, back to Ringo. It takes four hours. Upon making your way to the caravan, you discover Geoff waiting for you. He seems pleased you made it, at first, before becoming horrified to discover that 6 workers were either eaten or made slaves. The female, Justina, sobs onto his abdomen as she tells him that they took "Gregory," who you have determined to be her husband. Geoff hands a fancy letter to the group and then goes off to tell the Baron and Milton about the attack. The party is paid 10 gold per person before he leaves. Spoiler: Guild Charter Hide The Charter of the Portly Bluebird Guild Composed by Geoff the Educated We the Undersigned agree to join in partnership together and form a Guild. This Guild exists for the purposes of Mercenary Work as defined by the Redford Economic Cooperative Regulations Title 4, Section 3, Subsection d (4 E.C.R. (4 E.C.R. § 3(d)). We agree to abide by all such regulations as required by law. We agree to limit our services to those that are supportive or benign to the rulers of Redford and acknowledge that any act taken against the Redford Emperor is Treason and waive all defenses to the prosecution of such crime. Furthermore, we the Undersigned agree to split evenly all bounties, ransoms, rewards, sales, tokens, and other forms of income between all members of the Guild that aided in the creation of said income. Furthermore, we the Undersigned agree to evenly pay all costs associated with healthcare incurred during the completion of Guild activities. Furthermore, we the Undersigned agree that any new member shall be voted in by unanimous consent by all current members. Furthermore, we the Undersigned agree that any current member shall be expelled from the Guild should any member steal from, assault, or batter another member. They shall not be entitled to any unpaid fees they earned when they shall be expelled. We the Undersigned agree that this Guild shall be called the Portly Bluebird Mercenary Guild and shall be headquartered in the town of Ringo until such time that necessitates a move. We the Undersigned agree that though legal work will be accepted, any member of the Guild may choose to decline work for any reason. Signed, Geoff Johansson, the Educated.______________________ ______________________ ______________________ ______________________ ______________________ "... Groff,"Kelly begins, staring at the contract with disgust,"this is a stupid name, even for you." Insults aside, everything seems reasonable, so she scrawls her name on a line. Stomper dips his paw carefully in ink, and places a surprisingly neat paw print by Kelly's signature. " I quite like it, with any luck, by the end of these ventures we'll all be portly bluebirds." Smiled Malthus as he took a bite of the meat he found by the Knolls' liquor." Can you sign for me, Geoff?" "Don't worry, I would be happy to sign for you. Just place your hand on mine as I write and that will be close enough. We have witnesses who can say you tried." Elli signs for herself, and then for Malthus. She then takes a step back to further reflect on how she came face-to-face with evil, talking hyenas and lived. She wonders if she will be haunted forever, knowing that she let knolls take off with 4 human slaves without a fight. Eh, maybe. She tries not to dwell on it. "Thanks Ellis!" Vegas sights carefully along the arrow, waiting for a clear shot. He is just about to let it fly when the knolls disappeared into the tall grass, along with their slaves. Grimacing, he returned his arrow to its quiver. He recovered the head of the leader and searched around for traces of the knolls, but found none. Suddenly, Vegas hears several people approaching and swiftly takes cover in the grass. He sees a strange group approaching--they seem to also be tracking the knolls. Quickly sizing up the situation, Vegas stands up and introduces himself." Hello, friends! Were you tracking a party of knolls that came through here? I killed their leader, but couldn't get the rest of them. They headed that way,"he waves vaguely in the direction the knolls went,"but I doubt we will be able to find them now. What brings you all here?"---After deciding to join with this group on their way back to Ringo, Vegas hears about their plans to start a guild and eagerly offers his services as, in his words,"a burglar, or a professional treasure hunter, more accurately." He meets Geoff and explains where he comes from, and eagerly signs the charter. Spoiler: Because DM asked me to clarify Hide Geoff, having just realized that two of his best friends and coworkers were eaten by knolls, and that 4 other coworkers (including the husband of the woman who is sobbing on his abdomen), is in a state of shock. When he handed the letter to Eastwick, he muttered, "I've got to go." He then went to speak, as the DM stated before, to the Baron and his boss. He does not hear you or watch you sign it. Furthermore, he is not there. Again, several of his best friends were just eaten or captured by knolls. The guild, for the rest of the day, is no longer a priority. He will discuss it with you, the party, at some point in the future. After his mark has been added to the charter, Malthus sets out to find somewhere to sell the belongings of the - now deceased - knolls, as well as his old short bow and shield. Malthus is right by other caravan wagons, so the search is over quickly. The armor is deemed worthless, save for scraps, but the hand axes and shields are exotic enough to find a noble collector. The caravan driver offers you 3 gold for the lot. Malthus attempts to bargain for 6 gold, and also inquires as to the worth of his own shield and short bow. Roll a diplomacy check Spoiler: opposed diplomacy roll Hide (1d20+1)[2] Diplomacy Roll Spoiler Hide (1d20+1)[13] The caravan driver keeps a still face... Before bursting out in laughter." You are one cocky Sonnofabitch! Hell's, you remind me of a younger, uglier me! I'll give you 14 gold for the lot. It was worth the laugh." "That's a deal!" Malthus takes the money and jogs off back to Flora's inn. Flora is now dancing with a Gnome suitor when you enter the tavern. When you sit down, a fair-headed, button-nosed waitress (the other is dark complected) comes over with a roasted rabbit. Her name is Jana, and she started working at the tavern around when you arrived in Ringo. The rabbit is cold, but given that you caught it, was clearly prepared with care a few hours after you left." On the house, sweetheart." She says with a warm smile. The waitress taps you on the shoulder while walking past you. "Thank ya kindly!" With that, Malthus began digging into the rabbit, thinking about his odds of winning the auction for Abandoned Shack #3. Spoiler: loot Hide Given that no one other than Malthus in a PM expressed any interest in loot, here are the following monetary rewards for this session: Vegas: 10 gold. Your arrow was taken with the head of Akira. Eliding: 10 gold. Eastwick/Stomper: 10 gold. Geoff: 0 gold. Tumor: 10 gold and one bad headache. Malthus: 111 gold, 7 silver pieces, (unknown to him) human flesh, and half a bottle of whiskey. Malthus, with more wealth than he had seen in his entire life, bought a foreclosed home – abandoned Shack no. 3 – for the low price of 60 gold the next day. Upon seeing the size of the home, he quickly offered his new guild mates lodging. Malthus was reimbursed 50 gold for opening his home up to the Guild. Now, The Bluebird's Perch, houses most of the guild members and has a quaint little mailbox where people can submit requests for guild work. Aelgas Gnollslayer, as he is called by the guild, quickly fit in. His love of the outdoors and general badasses with a bow was well received by everyone but Tumor, who was quick to say: "Wait, do wereallyneed another member?" In time, even Tumor became impressed with Vegas's marksmanship. Thus began the Portly Bluebird Mercenary Guild. Tumor and Geoff’s calculations were indeed correct: the payday from one week of mercenary work was worth more than an entire year’s wages. Even when split, the money quickly elevated all members of the guild to newer and wealthier heights. For the next 78 days, the guild toiled for the three of the four noble families of Ringo: Farnsworth, Moore, and Reinhart. The guild protected a mining expedition for the Restarts (they discovered small iron deposits, but nothing of real value); for the Moore's, the guild captured 6 wild horses, tracked and hired an acting troupe for Deborah Moore’s 53rd birthday, and attempted (unsuccessfully) to teach Ere thorn Moore (male, age eight) magic (Tumor refuses to discuss this sad and frustrating chapter of his life); the Farnsworth family, as Barons of Ringo, used the guild to investigate the proximity of the Knoll tribe that attacked the brewery. The investigation was largely unsuccessful, causing Baron Farnsworth to redact his payment. This was the only blight on the guild’s young record. The guild also did significant work for the merchant class of Ringo: Angelica’s Remedies hired Eastwick and Vegas to procure a rare stone necessary to complete an important elixir. Eastwick tracked down the required Albino Bison and Vegas harvested more than enough kidney stones. Angelica gave Eastwick two Potions of Blur and gave Vegas two Potions of Alter Self as payment. Fiora Wittlebane hired Malthus and Ellis to track down a water clock repairman who failed to repair her clock. After a grueling fourteen-day investigation in Redford, the repairman was found and “handled” (i.e. returned her money and added some for punitive damages). Flora was pleased to see her 27 gold returned and even more pleased to see 238 gold given for her trouble. She had two random rings that were left behind by a couple caravan drivers that she never bothered to have identified and gave one each to Malthus and Ellis. They are still unidentified. Kirk Lineman, owner and operator of Kirk’s General Store, feared for his family’s safety after the Brewery attack. He hired Geoff and Tumor to find a buyer for his store so that he and his family could leave for Redford. Though Tumor complained incessantly, both he and Geoff found a respectable young Gnome, Plastic, from the City state of Durand who agreed to buy the store for a reasonable sum of money. While protecting Plastic en route to Ringo, Geoff and Tumor looted an amulet from a bandit who tried to attack the group. Though Geoff killed the bandit, Geoff lost the rock-paper-scissors game on who got the amulet. The amulet has not been identified. Groff, on day 78, was wondering the streets of Ringo at night, stargazing, when he came across a sight that made him angry. A couple of Even guards had found a young Half-Orc female who wandered into town and were attempting to kill her. Geoff responded by doubling in size, broke one of the guard’s legs with his Morningstar, and scared them off. The young Half-Orc’s name was Oak (age 13), and she had recently wandered into town in order to scavenge for food. Geoff decided to take Oak in and teach her some respectable skills. Unfortunately for the sorcerer-pretending-to-be-a-wizard, Ova know assumes that Geoff will teach her wizardry. Geoff has yet to think of a way to get out of this conundrum. Spoiler: Oak info Hide Oak is a thirteen-year-old Half-Orc female. She has 1 level of commoner, and no skills or feats. Her stats are the base for a thirty-point-buy (which is 10, 8, 8, 8, 8, 6 with Charisma being randomly assigned her negative modifier – per the house rule on Half-Orc stats). Her “points” will be assigned based on how the PCs interact with her. Furthermore, her class will be chosen based on what skills and abilities Geoff and the others teach her. When Geoff later takes the Leadership feat, she will become his cohort and her character will be finalized. It should also be noted that during this time Malthus and Geoff entered into an agreement: Malthus agreed to teach Geoff some basic fighting techniques, including how to wear armor, while Geoff began the Herculean task of teaching Malthus to read and write Common. On the seventy-ninth day, the Portly Bluebird received two letters. One came from Baron Farnsworth's son, Fens worth. He is the captain of the guard in Ringo. The other came from the Calico family, the fourth (and poorest) noble family of Ringo. Spoiler: Fens worth's Letter Hide To the Guild masters of the Portly Bluebird Mercenary Guild, I must first apologize for the behavior of my guards yesterday. Please understand that not all Elves behave that way towards civilian Orcs, and we are handling their punishment internally. Now on to the matter at hand: thank you for your work attempting to track the Akin tribe down earlier. Though my father did not appreciate your efforts, I did. In my spare time I have been scouring them to the Northwest attempting to find them. I have not succeeded. Yesterday, though, something strange has happened. Six of the seven wells in town were poisoned when someone cut the throats of hogs and dumped their bodies into the wells. This occurred last night and no witnesses are available. I have twenty guards guarding the last well non-stop, as we are very close to having no fresh water for the entire town. I suspect the Knolls might be involved. Furthermore, I would like your guild to guard a water caravan that will head towards Link Pond tomorrow. Furthermore, I think an ambush will occur, and this is precisely the lead we need. For your aid with this caravan, I shall personally pay you 20 gold pieces. Should you be ambushed and find information on who has sabotaged our wells, I will pay a bounty of 50 gold per captured individual. Please inform me as soon as possible if you would accept. Your grateful Captain, Fens worth Spoiler: Calico Letter Hide To the Guild masters of the Portly Bluebird Mercenary Guild, Hello and good day. I am the chamberlain of the Calico family. My lord, Francis Calico, has need of your services. His second son, Jasper, has recently come of age. Master Calico desires his son be sent to kHz’ Beat so that he might learn a useful profession befitting someone of his station. In exchange for protecting master Jasper en route to kHz’ Beat, my lord is prepared to offer a – non-negotiable – sum of 700 gold pieces. Two hundred shall be paid up front, with the remaining 500 offered once you return with a certificate of enrollment offered by the Headmaster. Once you have determined whether you shall accept this bid, please inform me of your decision. Thank you for your time, Stonehouse, chamberlain of the Calico family. The guild agrees that Vegas, Eastwick, and Tumor should respond to Fens worth while Eliding, Geoff, and Malthus respond to the Calico family. Spoiler: DM's Note Hide And that is the intro! Hope you all enjoyed it. Since we will be splitting into two groups, we should probably create two new threads. Next week, I will DM the Ringo adventure while Madman takes Iron roses and me to kHz'Beat. We will reevaluate groups depending on how the plots shake out. Spoiler: Wealth and XP accumulated over this time Hide The following characters have gotten the following gold as profit from their jobs over the past 78 days (discrepancies are due to differing jobs and various personal expenses): Vegas: (30d20)[273] Eliding: (30d20)[368] Eastwick: (30d20)[338] Geoff: (30d20)[324] Malthus: (30d20)[314] Tumor: (30d20)[309] Each character receives 3000 XP for their adventures XP totals should be: Vegas: 3000 Ellis: 3275 Kelly: 3275 Geoff: 3000 Malthus: 3150 Tumor: 3150

Portly Bluebird|rating:4.0

The Punk and The Preppy

"I'd suck your cock all the time if I was your girlfriend," Gina whispered, just before her glossed lips connected with Taylor's. Taylor Mess man was her current crush. The boy she dreamed of. Gina hated the fact that she had to share him with the other girls. This wasn't the first time she had offered blow jobs to Taylor in return for being her boyfriend. She was jealous of the attention he got from the other girls. Gina wanted the boy to be hers and hers only." Umm, I have to go," Taylor moaned, as he broke the kiss and began to gather his schoolwork from the gym bleachers and stuff them into his backpack. He had been doing some schoolwork after school while watching the girl's basketball team practice. He found it inspirational tho a closer look would have found that his grades didn't actually improve when he did his homework at the girl's practice sessions. Furthermore, he had groaned when he first saw Gina climbing up the bleachers towards him. Lately she had been all about him committing to have a relationship with her. Taylor wasn't interested. He had been avoiding her for a few weeks now. Taylor liked being a free agent and having different girls to kiss and flirt with. Anyway, he thought Gina was kind of boring. But on the upside she was pretty and a bit of a slut." I got a dentist appointment," Taylor lied, standing up and for a change he was glad he didn't have a cock the size of some of the jocks he had seen in the showers after gym. The short kiss and offer of a BJ had made him half hard. Taylor gave Gina a wave as he stepped onto the gym floor and hurried out into the hallway in case she thought of walking home with him. He sucked the taste of her kiss from his bottom lip as he made his way to his locker. Taylor could still smell Gina's perfume on him. The temptation to go back and let her suck him off was strong. Taylor had been hoping to walk home with Nicole. She was on the basketball team. For his last birthday she had given him a pack of boys bikini undies.silk! He was wearing the black pair today. He only wore them on the days he didn't have gym. The guys would never leave him alone if they got a look at them. He was also wearing the Tommy cargo jeans she said his ass looked so cute in. She wasn't as cute as the other girls and a bit of a tomboy, but Taylor, or Day as the girls called him, liked her best. Taylor had just shut his locker and was walking towards the exit when he saw Jake walking his way. Jake was a skateboarder, and Taylor thought probably a pothead. He thought Jake had probably served detention. Why else would he be in school after hours? It wasn't like he would have been on one of the computers in the library doing schoolwork. Tho Jake had always been okay to him Jake's friends like to fuck with him sometimes. They called him pretty boy, fag and girl. Things like that. One time they had caught him in the boys room alone and Sammy had humped his ass through their clothes as he pressed him up against the urinal. That had been humiliating. Taylor had always been careful after that to not use the bathroom with one of them around." Hey," Taylor mumbled, as he passed Jake. Jake rounded the corner of the hallway, intent on stopping by his locker before getting the hell out of Dodge. He had served detention...again. So what if he came to school a few minutes late every morning? It wasn't like he was dealing heroin, or selling zip guns to the Mexican kids wanting to earn their way into a gang. He just couldn't get up in the morning, which meant that he came to school late. Big deal. And those tight ass dicks in the guidance office had nothing better to do than to make him stay for detention. Jake didn't care though. It was worth it to have those precious few minutes to sleep in. And Jake Williams liked to sleep, almost as much as he liked pulling off a high Ollie 360. The only pain in the ass thing about detention was the pricks didn't let you do homework. All you could do was sit there. And they didn't let you sleep either, the teacher monitoring the class would slap the ruler down on your desk about an inch from your ear if you fell asleep. So Jake still had to grab his matchbook, and get his homework done. His Vans made a racket in the empty hallway as he sauntered along. Wearing his usual uniform of ripped at the knee cargos and his black hoodie, Jake spied Taylor coming towards him. Wondering curiously why the other teen was here, since he knew Taylor wasn't on any athletic teams, and he wasn't serving detention, Jake continued on, since pretty boys like Taylor never gave the skaters the time of day. But when the teen passed him and mumbled "Hey"... Jake stopped. And turned." Hey... Taylor"Eying the other boy, Jake remembered Taylor was in his math class. And if Taylor was here this late, maybe he already did his homework. Jake wondered if the boy would be up to sharing, or making a deal. There's got to be something he might want to trade for the answers, the teen thought to himself. "Damn," Taylor whispered to himself, when Jake stopped and turned to him. He could have kicked himself. He just had to call attention to himself. Taylor knew he just couldn't keep walking and ignore one of the skateboard clique. It was a good way for a guy his size to get the crap beat out of him. He had to acknowledge the bigger teen."' Sup, Jake," the blond forced, stopping in his tracks and acting like him and Jake talked all the time. Taylor took a quick glance back down the hallway half expecting to see Gina hurrying to catch up with him. What he needed was a harem of girls that were willing to suck him off without needing to go the boyfriend-girlfriend route. Taylor was so used to having a troop of girls to kiss that he knew he would become bored if he had to be faithful to one girl." Umm, I'm kind of in a hurry," Taylor said, checking the time on his watch for effect and taking slow steps back moving closer to the exit. That had some truth to it. Taylor was in a hurry. He wanted to hurry and beat his mom and sisters home so he could have a jerk off in peace. The skater eyed the other teen curiously, wondering why he was in such a damn hurry. Huh, probably off to hump some piece of ass, the boy thought. Jake knew Taylor's rep, and he could see why the girls flocked to him. He truly was every girl's dream: Rich, good-looking, wardrobe like some fucking model or something. Still, couldn't blame him, if Jake had girls crowding his space all the time, he'd be humping too." Sorry, man, it won't take long. I'm sure you got better things to do than to talk to me, right? Anyway, you finish the assignment in Old Man Blaylock's class? I had detention, and I couldn't get to it. You think you could help me out with the answers?" He gazed at the smaller teen expectantly, combing his fingers through his hair and tossing it back out of his face with a flip. "MMM, I don't usually help someone...MMM..." Taylor started, the word he was looking for was cheat. But that wasn't really true. He had given Sherri answers to math problems all the time. Then there was English. One time she had gotten 107 wrong on a couple paragraphs that she was supposed to punctuate.107! Taylor had no idea how that many wrongs was possible, or why the teacher didn't just give up once the mistakes past 50, but Sherri always thought it had been kind of cool, So, yeah, he had to help her out with her English assignments. Taylor had stopped stepping back when he reached the exit. He knew he should just lie and tell Jake that he didn't finish the paper yet. Why should he risk his ass getting caught cheating by Mr. Blaylock for someone he didn't even know that well?" The problems are easy. You can have the thing done in ten, fifteen minutes," Taylor said, thinking it would be easy to going back to his locker and quickly writing down the answers, giving a few wrong ones so that Blaylock didn't become suspicious. "You don't help someone...what?" and the teen flashed a grin at Taylor. "'Cause that's not what I heard. Or you don't want to help me out because I ain't got a set of tits?" he teased, the grin spreading wider across his face, making his dark eyes dance. It wasn't in Jake's nature to be deliberately cruel, unlike some of his friends, but he was getting a bit of a kick ribbing Taylor about his rep. Jake had followed the blond to the exit, and he lazily leaned one shoulder against the door and folded his arms across his chest, gazing down. "Come on, man. Yeah, I'm sure they're easy, but it's easier if you could just give 'em to me. Look at it like a favor. You do me a favor, I'll do you one. Deal?" He cocked an eyebrow and licked his lips as he spoke, wondering if the boy was going to give in. Jake wouldn't force the kid to do it, although he knew he probably could, given their size difference. But Jake wasn't a bully, he never saw the point in it. He also never bothered asking himself why he was making such a big deal out of it, considering that Taylor was right, and he could have the problems finished at home easily. For some reason, he wanted to make it a big deal, since it was the only way the preppy bastard would consider talking to him. "Well, it would help if you had a set of tits," Taylor smiled nervously, as he walked back over to his locker and worked the combo on the Master Lock. He ripped a blank sheet of paper from his notebook, grabbed his math text and sat on the floor." I'm going to write down a few wrong answers, so Blaylock doesn't get suspicious, 'k? You'll still get a B," Taylor mumbled as he starts copying the answers to each problem on the blank piece of paper. He hoped Jake wasn't planning on telling his skateboard buds that he did his homework for him. No way was he going to do any schoolwork for that Sammy prick." Since you don't have boobs what favor am I going to get in return?" Taylor asked, quickly writing down the solutions to the twenty problems. He wanted to get out of there as quick as he could. He really didn't expect Jake to do anything for him, but it might buy him mercy from Jake's buds to leave him alone. Furthermore, he also wondered what kind of rep he had with Jake and his friends. Jake snickered at Taylor's response. "Yeah, I'll bet. Shit, you get more trim than any three guys in this school. Must be nice." He followed the blond to the locker and flopped down on the floor next to him, pulling his knees-up and wrapping lanky arms around them. He leaned over and watched the teen write-down the answers to the problems, smiling as he did so." Awesome, man. Yeah, throw a few wrong ones in there..." Jake said, nodding in agreement. Taylor finished the problems and folded the sheet, handing it to Jake. The skater took it and folded it again, stuffing it in one of the pockets of his cargo pants. He then eyed the blond curiously." Well, a deal's a deal. What kinda favor you want?" "I don't know," Taylor shrugged, getting back to his feet and chucking everything back into his locker before shutting it back up. Of course there was no way the thought of asking Jake for any kind of sexual favor. One, he was a boy. Two, he figured if he did he might get his ass kicked. "Just don't tell your buds that I did that paper for you."" And I'm not getting as much as everyone thinks. Mostly I'm just getting a lot of kissing," the blond said, as they headed for the exit. Did everyone really think he was screwing and getting sucked of by Nicole, Sherri and a few of the others? He smiled a little at the idea. Nicole jerked him off once and liked to kiss him till his lips went numb, but that was about as far as any of the girls went. Tho Sherri had this weird fetish that she wanted to spank him. He still hadn't given in to that." You got a girlfriend?" Jake stood as Taylor tossed his book back into his locker. "Shit, I'm not going to tell anyone. Fuck 'em, they can do their own homework. Or make their own deals." Jake snorted, showing how he truly felt about some of his "buds". Not that he didn't like the skaters he hung with. If he didn't like them, he wouldn't hang out with them. But Jake knew the kind of guys they were, and other than the skateboarding, Jake wasn't all that convinced he had a lot in common with them. Jake glanced at the smaller teen surprisingly as the headed for the exit door. "You're not? Well, you got everyone around thinking differently. The way people talk, you might as well change your name to Hugh Fucking Hefner." He pushed on the door, and it opened, both of them stepping outside as it clanged shut behind them." Yeah, kissing's nice. I sure wouldn't complain if that was all I was getting." The teen pulled his hood over his head and tightened it a bit as he shook his head. "Nah, no girlfriend." he shrugged." So, tell me what you want. I always keep my end of a deal." "I'm not complaining. The kissing is nice," Taylor smiled, as they walked into the late afternoon sunshine. He really did love swapping spit with the girls. Nicole and Sherri once 3-way kissed him. Taylor loved that. He was still trying to get them to repeat that." So, tell me what you want. I always keep my end of a deal."" I don't know, what are you offering?" Taylor asked, becoming interested in what Jake might be willing to do to complete the deal. He wondered if a joint might be asking too much. He knew, or at least he was pretty sure that the skateboarder was a pothead and probably had a decent supply of weed. Furthermore, he was surprised how insistent Jake seemed to be to pay him back. Jake grinned at the smaller teen. "I can hook you up with some sweet herb." Then he paused thoughtfully. "But that'll cost you more than just one page of homework. This stuff is prime, I can't just be giving it away, know what I mean? But we could probably come to an arrangement, if you're interested." He licked his bottom lip, leaving it wet." Come on...we can go to my house and negotiate." he said with a quick nod of his head towards the street. "That is, unless you're still in a hurry...?" Jake gazed down at Taylor, curious as to what he would do. Rather than outright bullying like his boarder friends liked to do, Jake always found subtle pressure to be much more satisfying, and he was good at it. Getting someone to do something they ordinarily wouldn't do was a bit of a turn on to him, although if asked, he couldn't explain why. "I could do tomorrow's math for you too if you want," Taylor said, his eyes drawn to the bigger boy's moist lips after he had given them a swipe with his tongue. He glanced away when he felt a tingle between his legs. Taylor blushed a little as the thoughts of the skateboarders lips wrapped around his cock flashed through his mind. He felt so pervy and slutty thinking about another boys mouth. It wasn't the first time the boy who was so popular with the girls thought about doing stuff with another boy. The best thing was they didn't have to get into any relationship like Gina expected." Or English, biology, history...whatever" The blond continued. He was willing to bet Nicole and Sherri would go farther than kissing if they let him get them high. Like most boys his age Taylor's thoughts were often on how to get his cock sucked. Jake watched the blond carefully, and caught the blush on his cheek after he glanced away. Hmm, interesting., Jake thought. He once let Sammy jerk him off, and Jake liked it, but Sammy wasn't really his type, since the guy outweighed him by fifty pounds. Besides, if the other skaters ever thought he was gay, Jake would never hear the end of it. He could kiss the few friends he had goodbye. But Taylor...that's more like it. Not too small, but not too big, either. Soft blond hair and chances are the rest of him was soft, too. Except for where it counted, like between his legs. Jake wondered if Taylor was hung, and if that's why all the girls flocked around him. He flashed a sweet smile. "Sure, all that sounds good. You want to go smoke one now?" "Sure," Taylor smiled, having found out with his cousin that weed was one of the few things he liked as much as girls. Maybe he even liked it more. Girls could often be such cunts. He missed just relaxing and hanging out with another boy. You could act stupid and not watch every last word you say as the slightest thing could turn a girl into an all day bitch. And in any case boys weren't trying to trap you into a relationship. Taylor had a secret that would shock most of the school. He didn't only think of girls when he beat off. Sometimes, maybe even more than half the time he thought about the cocks he had seen in the showers after gym that day. His own was on the small side of average, but according to the girls he was super cute and his ass was very squeezable. He wondered if boys noticed his butt. He certainly noticed their cocks. Furthermore, he wanted to do what girls did. Taylor wanted to play with a boy's cock. Jerk it. Rub it over his face. Kiss it. Lick it. Suck it. Bend over for it. The skateboarders he fantasized about often. Even Sammy who was constantly fucking with him found his way into Taylor's fantasies. But the blond found Jake preferable. He wondered if it was the way girls felt around him. Not that it mattered because there was no way did he have the balls to try to get into Jake's jeans.:So where's Sammy and the others?" Taylor asked. As unusual as it was for him to be without one of the girls it was just as unusual for Jake to be with his skateboard bud. "Huh? Oh, when I told 'em I had detention, they ditched me." The teen shrugged, not bothered by his buddies dropping him. Jake would have done the same thing, and had, on many occasions without a second thought. "It's no biggie." He started across the parking lot in the direction of his house, with the blond following him. Jake stopped once to kneel and tie his shoe, and glancing up, it gave him a spectacular view of Taylor's ass. Cupped in those Tommy Hilfiger cargos, the cheeks looked good enough to...to, well, eat. Jake snickered to himself at his little joke before standing up again. Flinging his hair back out of his face, the teen continued on. "So uh...out of all the girls, who's the best kisser?" Jake asked, wanting to hear more about Taylor's exploits with the girls. Even though the teen considered himself gay, he was still a typical guy, and liked to hear about sex in all its forms. Taylor grinned. Talking about the girls and how they kissed put him in familiar territory. All the girls had their own way of kissing. Some were too aggressive, some were too passive, and some were just right. Some liked to grind against him while they kissed. Others liked to squeeze his ass. Some were sloppy kissers, some used little tongue." Nicole's the best kisser, easy," Taylor smiled, feeling his cock squirm as he imagined one of her kisses. When she was done with him, he usually ended up worn out and sweaty with a hickey and his undies slippery with his boy cream. Then hoping Jake keeps secrets, he adds, "She likes sucks my face off. She likes me to drool spit into her mouth sometimes too." When Nicole got real horny she would nip at him and start giving his ass some smacks. Twice she had teased him into beating off while she watched him. Taylor was too shy to let Jake know about any of that." What girl kisses you best?" Jake grinned widely at the blond as he talked about Nicole. Even if Jake wasn't all that into chicks, just hearing about Taylor sucking face with the girl made his cock twitch. In fact, just thinking about Taylor kissing anyone was making his cock twitch. Jake's gaze drifted to the other teen's lips and wondered what they must taste like. He's got to be a good kisser, fuck knows he's had enough practice." Nicole, huh?" then seeing the look on Taylor's face, Jake nodded. "Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anybody." The teens stepped onto the sidewalk from the parking lot. Jake's house was about two blocks away, and it would be empty until his mom came home from work at 6:00. His older sister lived with her boyfriend, and Jake's dad was in California with his new wife, so it was just Jake and his mom most of the time, which gave Jake a lot of personal freedom. His time was his own, and as long as he didn't get arrested, and he stayed in school, his mom didn't seem to care what he did, which suited Jake just fine. Jake glanced over at the next question." Me? I don't know, haven't had as much to choose from as you have." Jake paused, running his tongue over his bottom lip, his cock twitching again, thinking about watching Taylor and Nicole make out, and maybe even joining in with them. The only problem was, when he thought about that, his fantasy turned to pushing Nicole out of the way and having Taylor all to himself." So what else do they do? Come on, man, give me some details..." The teen grinned slyly at Taylor, clearly wanting to hear more. Taylor went over all that Nicole liked to do when they made-out and blushed as he did so. He had never told any of the guys what he did with the girls. He'd be surprised to find out they all thought he was fucking most of his girls. Furthermore, he told Jake how he and Nicole humped off against each other clothed. How he had finger fucked both Nicole and Sherri. How Nicole liked to be on top when they humped. How he and Sherri would suck her sister's dildo." My cousin, Megan, she's like 19. She likes to suck my cock. She'll like slurp on it all afternoon and always swallows my cum. I only see her 'bout once a month tho and we can't always do stuff. She's kinda' fat tho," Taylor said, positioning his notebook over the bulge in the crotch of his jeans. He told her how she even offered to let him fuck her, but she didn't really turn him on much and didn't want to do anything with her pussy. Then Taylor went on and told Jake how Sherri wanted him to show his cock and ass to pervs on the net, but so far he hadn't given in to that. She said she would set up a PayPal account, and they'd charge the fags to see him naked." Jeez, I'm hard," Taylor giggled. Jake listened avidly to Taylor, hoping that the teen wasn't just bullshitting and bragging, although it sounded like he was telling the truth. And the more Taylor talked, the more horny Jake got. He was glad his pants were baggy enough to hide his erection. Well, most of it anyway. He couldn't believe that the blond had done all that kinky stuff with those girls.and his cousin, for Christmases. Damn, that story really got Jake worked up, because it all sounded so taboo, so forbidden. He leaned over and nudged the teen with his shoulder as they walked." Damn, you are one kinky fuck." He snickered good naturally. "Getting your cousin to blow you? That's rad, man. I got some new-found respect for you." Jake praised the smaller teen, his eyes lightly traveling up and down the blond's body as he pictured the scenes in his head, especially the one where the kid sucked on a dildo. That was fucking hot. Jake's gaze traveled to the teen's lips again, and tried to imagine them stretched over the head of a dildo, sucking it, deep throating it...and then the dildo disappeared, and was replaced by his own cock, hard and straining as Taylor slipped his pink lips over the shiny head while Jake's hands reached for that blond hair and tugged on it. They turned into Jake's driveway as Taylor giggled and announced his arousal. Jake glanced over, but Taylor's crotch was still hidden by the notebook, so Jake couldn't see anything. Before he could take it back, the skater blurted out the first thing that came into his head." Yeah? Let me see it." Taylor grinned and pulled the notebook away from the crotch of his Tommy's giving Jake a clear view of his bulge. It wasn't all that big, but it was definitely hard. Taylor was an exhibitionist and loved to be looked at. Mr. Short, his calculus teacher liked to look. So Taylor always sat in the front row, legs spread wide. Mom's boss checked him out too. Nicole always teased him that he'll probably end up being a stripper when he gets older." What have you done?" Taylor asked, loving the dirty talk and thinking that all skateboarders had more experience than he did. He was willing to be that he wasn't the only one with a boner. For a moment he wondered what Jake's dick looked liked." I bet you fucked already, huh?" Taylor continued, trying to think of what girl Jake might have fucked. But try as he might, he couldn't think of the skateboarder ever being with any girl. When Taylor pulled the notebook away, Jake's eyes looked over the bulge in the teens jeans thoroughly. Raising an eyebrow, he grinned at the blond." Not bad, Taylor. Looks almost as big as mine." He said confidently, even though the loose cargo pants hid his erection, a slight swelling could be seen underneath the zipper. His eyes drifted up to the teen's face after checking out Taylor's hard on, to see if the blonde was looking at Jake's own package. He was, which made him grin widely, along with making his cock twitch again. Snickering, he pulled his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the front door. "Come on in." Jake opened the front door and stepped inside, closing it after Taylor followed him in. He headed to the kitchen first, to get them a snack before going to his room and pulling out his stash. Opening the fridge, he grabbed two sodas and handed one to the blond." Nope. Not yet. Shit, you've seen the chicks that hang around me and my buds. I think they're more interested in each other than us guys..." Jake popped the top on his soda and took a long swig. "I've done a few things..." But he wasn't quite ready to tell Taylor exactly what, since those things involved other guys. He knew it wasn't fair, since the smaller teen left no detail uncovered with regard to himself. But the last thing he needed was for Taylor to spill the beans on what Jakereallyliked to the whole school. Of course, he could always threaten him if he told, but Jake wasn't a bully. Still....he gazed at the teen thoughtfully for a bit, then licked his lips." Can you keep a secret?" Taylor's baby blues zeroed in on the obvious bulge in Jake's crotch. Jake was being nice as it looked as if he had more to hide. Taylor felt his cock throb. The blond gasped when he saw Jake's cock throb in his jeans. He blushed some when he saw the skater smirk at him as he bagged him staring at his crotch. But as if they had a mind of their own his eyes dropped right back down to Jake's tented jeans. He knew a few of his buds played around with other boys. Nothing serious. Just humping and jerking each other off. It wasn't gay. It's just you had to get off and there were no girls around. He wondered if Jake did that. Right then Taylor knew he was ready to 'goof around' if that's what the other boy wanted. Taylor's cock was as hard as it got, but he wasn't bothering to hide it anymore." Sure, I can keep a secret." Jake took another swallow of his soda. "I let Sammy jerk me off once." He shrugged. "It wasn't bad...hey, I got off, right? I mean...that's the whole point to jerking off. You know what I mean, right Taylor?" His dark eyes ran over Taylor's body and Jake didn't try to hide a thing. Then he sort of straightened up and tossed his hair back from his face." Come on...my stash is in my room." The skater turned and left the kitchen, heading down a hallway before stopping in front of a closed door. He didn't check to see if Taylor was following; he didn't have to, the blond was very much interested in whatever Jake had to offer, and the teen knew it. He opened the door and stepped in. "Close the door behind you." He ordered Taylor, as Jake walked to the window and cracked it open, to help rid the room of the smell of weed, although he suspected his mother already knew he smoked. Then he struck a match and lit an incense stick on his nightstand." Have a seat." He nodded to the bed before opening the bottom drawer on his dresser and pulling out a cigar box. He reached inside and pulled out a half-full Ziploc bag of pot and his one hitter, along with a lighter. Furthermore, he tossed it all on the bed next to Taylor." Help yourself...it's good stuff, you'll like it." He assured him with a soft grin. He then slid onto the bed next to the blond, laying on his side, elbow in the mattress, his hand cradling his head lazily. Taylor felt weak in the knees as Jake's eyes looked him up and down making no attempt to hide that he was checking him out like he was some bitch. His cock began to leak pre-cum as he followed Jake down the hall into the bigger boy's bedroom. He now knew what Jake wanted from him. The fact that Sammy had jerked him off surprised him, but Taylor found himself a bit jealous of Sammy and was hoping he would get the chance to jerk Jake off. He wanted nothing more than to play with the skateboarder's dick. What would Nicole and Sherri say? He guessed it might turn Sherri on." Cool," Taylor grinned, sitting on Jake's bed and bringing the joint to his lips. His cousin had got him high a few times, but he was about to find out that there could be a big difference in the quality of weed. He flicked the lighter and took a toke..." Fu-fuck," Taylor coughed it all back out. Tears welled in his eyes." Shit!" he grinned, that stuff was ten times better than the junk my cousin has. This time he took a smaller hit and was able to hold most of it in. Taylor leaned back on the bed staring up at the ceiling after passing the joint to back to Jake. Jake tried to hold it in, but he couldn't. He burst out laughing at Taylor when the guy started coughing." Hahaha, sorry, man, I should have warned you it's probably stronger than you're used to." He watched the smaller teen's eyes water. "Take smaller hits, man." He eyed the teen as he took a smaller hit and was able to keep it in. Jake took the blunt from the blond and leaned over him, so that he was looking right in his eyes. "Open your mouth." He ordered. His lips turned up into a sly smile as he watched Taylor do as he was told. The teen's bluer than blue eyes widened in anticipation. Jake brought the weed to his lips and took a long toke, and slowly leaned over Taylor and pressed his lips to the other teen, exhaling slowly and blowing the smoke into the blond's lungs. He let his lips linger on the other boy's just long enough to find out that they truly were as soft as they looked, then Jake rolled back onto his side." So...you like?" Jake licked his lips, wetting them and feeling the taste of the other boy. Taylor just smiled. The pot was starting to work. He had just been kissed by another boy. Okay, it wasn't a real kiss, it was called a shotgun, or something, but still, he had never been lip to lip with a boy before. It had been kind of nice tho. Anyway for this kind of pot he'd probably kiss boys all day." Yeah," the blond giggled, tho he didn't know why. He had a smile that he couldn't get rid of. He'd have to start hanging around with Jake. Getting high with the skateboarder was way better than being cock teased by Nicole and Sherri. A weird thought passed his mind. Would Sammy want to jerk him off?" Gimmie more," Taylor moaned, his right leg having pressed itself up against Jake. His cock was erect, and he didn't care if Jake saw anymore. Jake smiled back at the teen. Taylor had a nice smile, with full lips and nice, even white teeth. And he tasted good, too. In fact, all of him was nice, especially the nice erection he was sporting in his pants. Jake moved his arm and was now laying next to the blond. "You want more?" He teased, taking another toke for himself. "You sure 'bout that?" as he exhaled a cloud of smoke into the air. "What's it worth to you, Taylor?" Jake shifted and leaned over the other teen again, this time sliding his leg in between the other boys, and pressing his erection into Taylor's hip. "What'll you give me?" He gazed down at the boy's face, into his stoned eyes and smiled. The skater took another long toke, holding the smoke in for a bit, then leaning down and pressing his lips to Taylor's once more, releasing the smoke into the smaller teen's lungs. After exhaling though, he kept their lips pressed together, kissing the boy underneath him and gently grinding his erection against a hard hip. "What'll you give me?"" I'll let you hump me like I'm your bitch," Taylor breathed, as he felt the skateboarder lean into him. The skater took another long toke, holding the smoke in for a bit, then leaning down and pressing his lips to Taylor's once more, releasing the smoke into the smaller teen's lungs. After exhaling though, he kept their lips pressed together, kissing the boy underneath him and gently grinding his erection against a hard hip. Taylor's arms went around Jake and pulled him closer. He ground his own erection into the bigger boy's leg. This time Taylor forgot about the pot and went right for Jake's lips. He moaned as he softly sucked at them and tasted another boy for the first time. Maybe it was the pot, but Taylor was pretty sure that this wasn't going to be the last time be kissing a boy. He wondered how often he was going to find himself in another boy's bed. Jake felt himself shudder at Taylor's words. As the younger boy pulled him close, Jake licked a finger and put the blunt out, then dropped it into an ashtray on his nightstand, and although it was hard to do it while Taylor was kissing him, he managed not to drop it on the floor. With both hands free now, he ran one hand along the side of Taylor's torso, feeling him. Jake could feel the teen's ribs through the shirt he was wearing, and his fingers wanted to go underneath the shirt and touch the bare skin. He felt the boy's erection grind into his leg, and Jake made a noise in his throat, a noise of pleasure and want. He wanted to touch that hard erection...touch it...kiss it...lick it. Taylor's lips were so soft, and Jake couldn't believe how good he tasted, especially after smoking the sweet herb, the teen tasted just like sweet candy. Experimentally, Jake thrust his tongue out, wanting to meet Taylor's. He slipped it in between the boy's soft lips and started to explore that sweet mouth. Taylor groaned and pulled Jake to him even more when he thought the older teen was trying to crawl away, but actually was just dropping the roach in the tray. Tho he always knew he wanted to try another boy. Taylor could never have guessed how much boy-boy sex would grab a hold of him. He was sure that Jake must be thinking he was a major slut from the way he was so obviously into what they were doing. It wasn't just the pot either. He wanted Jake's cock in his mouth since they were still back at the school. And he wasn't like those cock teasers Nicole and Sherri. Taylor was there to suck Jake's cock. He wanted to make love to the stronger boy's juicy dick. And he would do what Nicole and Sherri would never do if he ever let them go down on his cock. He'd swallow. He imagined Jake's cum would taste even better than his own which to the girls would be surprised to know he licked up every time he jerked off. While kissing girls was nice Taylor was finding out it was cocks he was a slut for." Yummm," Taylor moaned, as he sucked at Jake's wiggling tongue. He sucked the older teen's slimy saliva into his mouth. He knew the punky skateboarder would never be interested in hanging out with a preppy pretty boy, but he was hoping this wouldn't be the only chance he had to suck Jake's cock. Jake couldn't believe his good luck. The snobby preppy was actually rolling around in his bed, groping him and practically begging the skater to do whatever he liked to the smaller teen's body. The teen had never been turned on like this before, letting Sammy jerk him off was nothing compared to this. Sammy wanted to kiss him, but Jake had blown him off, since the thought of sticking his tongue in Sammy's mouth sorta grossed him out, but Taylor was a whole different matter. The blond tasted good, good like Jake never believed another boy could taste, and the skater's tongue was in Taylor's mouth, and he wassuckingon it and moaning. His fingers grasped the blond's shirt and pulled at it, pulling it out of his pants, and Jake slid his hand underneath the expensive cotton fabric, touching the skin of Taylor's abdomen. He started to explore the teen's body, touching him all over, and was amazed at how warm and soft the boy's skin was. His fingers brushed over one of his nipples, and Jake flicked at it until it was hard, and then he pinched it. The boy underneath him moaned, and Jake did it again, flicking at the nipple and then pinching it, this time hard. He wanted to see how much the other boy could take before the teen begged him to stop. "Yeah," Taylor groaned pushing his boy titties at the pinching fingers. This was what he wanted. The girls had always been too kiss and gentle. Taylor needed another boy to treat him like their bitch. He was learning rather quickly that it wasn't girls he wanted. Nicole, Sherri and the other girls at school would be surprised to know that recently the thought of sucking cocks had been an obsession with Taylor. Boys were starting to catch his eyes darting down to their dicks in the showers after gym class. Without even realizing it he had even flirted with a few guys." I want your cock," the blond breathed, reaching down and giving Jake's hard on a feel through his jeans. He wondered if he was in competition with Sammy for the skateboarder's dick. He was eager to get his face between Jake's legs and give him the best ever so that he'd forget about Sammy. Tho Taylor knew he'd probably suck off Sammy too if he wanted it. The blond's reaction to his pinching only excited Jake even further. He likes it...he fuckin' likes it when I pinch him. I wonder what else he likes? Eager to find out, Jake sucked Taylor's tongue into his own mouth and played with it as his hands kept roaming the parts of the other teen's body he could reach. What Jakereallywanted to do was get this kid naked, so he could play with and touch and pinch the rest of him. That is, until Taylor broke their wet kissing and told Jake what he wanted to do. Immediately, Jake's plans changed. Jake pulled his head back and looked into those blue eyes. "You do, huh? You want my cock?" Jake licked his swollen lips and moaned softly when he felt the boy's hand on his erection. "Then I guess you better get busy sucking it." Jake rolled to his back, and flipped his hair out of his face. His stiff prick now made tent in the crotch of his cargos. He looked at Taylor expectantly, raising an eyebrow." Well, go ahead...show me how bad you want it." "Yeah, I want your cock," Taylor moaned again, as he pressed his face to the crotch of Jake's jeans. He rubbed his face against the bulge. He breathed in trying to get the scent of the older boy, but pretty much all he smelled was the material of the jeans and some laundry detergent. Taylor moved between the skateboarder's legs and kissed the tent that Jake's erection was making as he humped his own boner into the mattress. He licked the denim as his hand felt the fat cock that was obviously so much bigger than his own." You're hot, you're way hotter than Sammy," the cute preppies whispered, his finger tugging down the zipper. What his current behavior would do for his reputation at school, or what would happen if the girls would do when they found out. Taylor knew one thing for sure he had never been this horny before. He felt like a slut. He liked that feeling." Mmmmm,' Taylor hummed, as he pulled Jake's hard prick through his fly. He had never seen a pussy up this close, but he knew none of them smelly slits would be hotter that Jake's cock. Taylor leaned forward and gave the head a wet kiss. The teen watched avidly as Taylor kissed and rubbed his face against the bulge in Jake's jeans. It was almost funny, but Jake didn't laugh, because he didn't want Taylor to stop what he was doing. It was hard to believe the guy he thought was getting so much pussy was actually here, laying on his bed and begging to suck his cock. Huh, I'm hoping I'm hotter than Sammy, the guy's kinda goofy looking. He bit back a hiss when the other teen's hand touched his hard cock. Taylor's touch was much nicer than that time Sammy jerked him off. Because Taylor was truly getting off on it. Then Taylor kissed the head, and Jake let himself moan." Yeah...that feels good." He murmured, and wanted to touch the boy. He reached out and slid his hand into Taylor's blond hair, and pushed down on his head. "Suck on it" And the boy did, ducking his head and licking Jake's cock, which already had tiny drops of fluid welling out of the slit. Jake's entire body tensed, watching Taylor, 'cause the other teen was getting so into it, almost like he couldn't get enough. Jake wanted to thrust his hips up, and fuck Taylor's mouth. Jake wondered if Taylor would like that. "Yummy," Taylor moaned, as his pink tongue licked up the sticky teen goop that was leaking from Jake's cock. Besides his own it was the first time he had ever tasted another boys pre-cum. He knew this made him a cocksucker, but he didn't care. It was cocks he had always wanted. He had tried to force himself to like girls. But any boy who had as much success as he had had would have been fucking on an almost daily basis by now. He had never pushed them to do much beyond kissing as he had little interest. Taylor Mess man was a fairy. With Jake's cock he was making up for lost time. Taylor slurped on the spongy cock head, His tongue slapped at Jake's peephole wanting to taste more of the skateboarder's cock cream. The blond's cute face descended on the teenage erection. The red lips swallowed more of the hard penis. A man cock would have been too big for Taylor to suck. Jake's was just the right size. But even so he was gagging when he tried to force in the last inch or so. Taylor tried to suck all of Jake into his wet mouth, but the last inch was proving to be just too much. Jake's fingers still had a hold of Taylor's blond locks. "I think you can take more." the skater insisted, even though he could see the smaller teen was gagging. He pushed lightly on Taylor's head." Come on, Taylor. Take it all in. Just think about how good it tastes." Jake was trying not to thrust his hips up and choke the kid. But that pink tongue felt so good, licking up his precut. Taylor had full, pink lips too, and the teen groaned when those lips went up and down on his cock. Jake wanted to see Taylor take all his cock in that mouth. He wanted those lips all the way down to the base. He was trying to think of a way for the kid to get the last inch in his mouth. After several minutes of Jake pushing on the smaller teen's head, and Taylor gagging, Jake pulled on that blond hair, and his cock pulled out of those swollen lips with a wet "pop"." I want to see you get it all in, but we can't do it this way. Lie down on your back," He ordered the blond, as Jake sat up and waited. "I want to suck your cock s'more," Danny whined, as Jake took his new toy away. His face was smeared with spit and pre-cum. The blond couldn't take his eyes off the older teenager's cock as he did as he was told and laid out on the bed. Danny had never wanted Nicole, Sherri, or any girl as much as he wanted Jake's prick back in his salivating mouth. He moaned as he sucked the taste of the skateboarder's love goop from his lips. He wished his cock was big and juicy like Jake's." Lemmee suck it," the blond said, licking his lips and squeezing his boy-boner through his Tommy jeans. If he had only known even the straight boys thought he was cute. To them, he was a boy-chick whose face they'd gladly fuck. I had known this Danny may have been sucking off cocks a long time ago. Danny slipped his hand inside his jeans and squeezed his cock.

The Punk and The Preppy|rating:3.0

Vore for Everyone. ((NO RULES!!!)) new members wanted.

In a large city in the continent of North America, there's a group who feed on people and there are those who enjoy being eaten. They are both called votes. Votes can eat anyone they please. They are the pinnacle of evolution, and they are taking their place in the world.... Well, there are really no rules here. Rape, hard more, if you can imagine it- it can happen! You don't need a character sheet or anything-just dig in!**************************Reiko sat on the lonely train and patted her belly. She was nine months in with triplets and had run out of money. Her husband had left, and now she had become a high class whore for the rich. She straightened her tight black dress. She could swear someone was watching her. Why wouldn't they be? She was wearing a tight black dress which showed her ample cleavage and a bit of her belly. Her bra showed a little bit, enticing surely. Grinning a bit, I wiggled my legs in my seat, feet not quite reaching the ground. I seem to be six or seven years old, and very chubby, my hips barely contained by my little orange skirt. My golden blonde hair was styled in two waist-length pigtails, a little white fur cap between the two of them. Likewise, a light orange and white fur jacket covers my white tank top below. It's an odd sight, seeing a little girl alone on a train, but those who recognize me would know why. My screen name of "The Divine Mina" is well known among votes and their fans. Most notably, the fact that I keep countless people captive in my home, showing via webcast as I devour and excrete each one, taunting the fans at how they could become my poop as well at any moment. Of course, I loved to devour people on the fly as well, and the large bellied woman across the train from me seemed an excellent choice... Just then the door leading to the next train car creaked open. Standing in the doorway is a tall and broad man in a long black coat; a pair of white rectangle framed swirl glasses resting across his crooked nose. This man is known only as 'Wacko' by the few who survived close encounters with him. Wacko steps forward into the train cabin; his boots landing with heavy booms as he passes the pregnant woman and the little girl. The observant eye would see the dark blotches of dried blood upon his hands and the fresh streak trickling down the chin of his stone-cold face. He takes a seat at the far end of the cabin, in a seat that permits him a view of the other two passengers." Which one, which one?thinks Wacko as the corner of his mouth begins to quiver... Reiko began to get nervous. These people in the cabin were very odd. The pregnant woman started humming an old tune to try to stay happy. But it wasn't working. Why couldn't she just get to her stop? More was so easy, though when one is pregnant. But pengös just look tasty.... "Fear..." Wacko whispers as he hears the pregnant woman nervously hum a tune." Never show weakness, no matter how scared you are..." With that final thought he stands, and again makes his way across the train car; but this time with his glasses trained on the pregnant woman in the black dress. He stops just in front of the woman; his hulking figure casting a shadow over her as he cracks a smile; but makes sure not to expose his teeth, just yet..." Might you know where the next stop is? I've grown tired of riding this blessed contraption...." Wacko says in a polite, and calming tone. If not for his outward appearance one could mistake his voice for that of a priest. Reiko looked nervously up at wacko. She fumbled and stammered. "It's a-at Robert's Square." she replied. She was going to be late... She placed her hand on her belly and sighed. Wacko chuckles at Reiko's Stoddard answer. He was used to people being afraid of him and he enjoyed it. Wacko takes several steps past her and takes a seat; only one chair away from Reiko." Why are you afraid?" Wacko asks, not looking in her direction but talking to her... "Do you fear what someone may do to you and the child in your womb? Is that the cause of your fear, ma'am?" The glee is thick in his tone as he attempts to prod the woman's thoughts... Reiko tried to remain silent. She was worried about herself and her triplets. She nervously averted her attention towards the child across from her. Anything to avoid wacko's mind prodding. Wacko is near the point of laughter; for he is enjoying Reiko's fear a little too much, and decides to press further. The swirls of his glasses begin to spin as he reads her thoughts." So tell me, Miss Reiko, why does a woman pregnant with not one, butthreechildren solicit herself like you do? There must be another marketable talent you possess other than lying still with your legs splayed..." He remarks, hoping to throw her more at unease by displaying such knowledge of her... "Money is tight... Wait, how did you know that?" Reiko asked. She just wanted off the subway now... Wacko was unnerving her and the kid was too silent to be sure of anything. Christina was sitting several seats away, listing to Wacko's and Reiko's conversations. "Won't those two keep it down? I just wanted to relax from my meal in Haiti." she thinks as she slithered to Reiko and Wack. "Is there a problem here?" "This guy is making me nervous..." Reiko says. "Please, mam. Can you help me make him stop?" "I have two options for you. Option A You hold him down while I eat him. Or option two you climb into my womb and sit in there until the train stops." Christina says as her tail stretches around and rubs Wacko's face. Wacko laughs aloud; a maniacal laugh of an asylum bent lunatic. "But why? I was getting to the interesting part!" Wacko muses as his head turns to look at Reiko. He hops over a seat and is now seated right next to her..." What if I told you I could make the fear go away?" Wacko whispers, grinning as he ignores the strange caressing on his face... "Option A." Reiko says as she begins to try to hold wacko down. She motions to the Irish girl. "I need your help, kid!" Reiko says. Christina wraps her tail around Wacko's arms and legs. "Okay then." she said smiling. "Hold him still until I can unhinge my jaws." she says to Reiko as she puts her hands on her head and starts popping her jaws open. Wacko only smiles at her attempt. "Wrong thing to do, Reiko..." Wacko says and his jaws open wide, revealing row after row of pointed razor teeth. Forcefully he lunges forward at Reiko, landing his teeth upon her shoulder. His mouth is filled with the sweet flavor of her blood, but he doesn't do more than break her skin with the points of his teeth and hold himself in place... Reiko screamed and fell over on wacko, weighing him down under her belly. Wacko moans with delight at Reiko's screams of pain; for if her fear were an appetizer her pain the main course. He increases the pressure and his teeth cut ever deeper into her flesh, until he senses he is near to rupturing a vital artery and slightly loosens his bite." Yes! Scream! Let the pain and fear course through you!" Wacko screams through a mouthful of flesh and blood; obviously enjoying himself despite being pinned down... Christina tightened her tail stopping Wacko from moving. "And into my gullet you go!"she said slithering to him and opened her mouth incredible wide. She used her hands to force Reiko out of his grip. Wacko loosens his vice-like grip on Reiko at feeling one of his ribs pop and snap under the strength Christina's coils." Don't think you'll be done with me after this..." Wacko says, grinning wide enough to show off his fangs, "In one form or another I will walk this plain again..." With his final comment spoken, Wacko lies still, and waits with that same grin for Christina's next move... Christina leaned up next to him. Just enough out of reach so only Wacko could hear her but not enough so he could attack her. "I want to gain this ones trust, I will eat you but I won't digest you. And when I befriend her I will release you and then we both feast on her and her children deal?" she said looking at Wacko. "Because you and I know, there is no sweeter taste of a person then the feeling of betrayal." Wacko hadn't expected things to turn like this, but his grin widens as he thinks it over." Alright..." he whispers in approval... "Now I'm going to make you my little belly pet until the point where I eat her, I will swallow her whole, and then you can feast on her in my stomach. Christina says quietly. "But how am I to know you won't just digest me and have her to yourself? How can I trust someone who wants to betray someone else?" Wacko muses, wising up to what he thinks she is plotting... Reiko was relieved. "Thank you, miss. My stop is coming up, and I have some 'work' to do for a client. We still have a way to go through, could you sit with me?" she asked Christina as she sat next to the young, unnamed girl. "Ya hold on let me eat him." she says to Reiko. "Because I don't like to digest cute guys, I usually UP them. And second of all, I never break a promise. So I promise I won't digest you and Reiko." She said as she opened her mouth and shoved Wacko's head inside. Wacko smiles ear to ear as the darkness of Christina's maw encases his head. He feels his hair soak up a large amount of her saliva as he feels himself getting pulled in. " 'Cute', that's a new one... He thinks as he relaxes himself... Christina slowly pushed her head deeper into her coils as she was down to Wacko's waist. "Tasty" she said as she kept swallowing. It was an all too familiar feeling for Wacko; being swallowed whole by something or another. He continues not to struggle as he feels her mouth work over his waist and onward to his feet. He only wishes he'd taken off his long coat before agreeing to this... Christina lifted her head as she finished Wack off. "What a tasty snack!" she said rubbing her stomach happily. "Don't worry little one make yourself at home, soon you will be able to feast." she said quietly to wacko. Wacko curls up inside Christina's belly, listing to the rhythmic sounds of her body. He can barely hear her speak, but responds by pressing a hand against the wall of her stomach." Not long now..." He says aloud as the gooey muscles hug him gently... She uses her perfect muscle control to gently massage and lift Wacko. "What a good little guy you are, just squirm and relax and let my body hold you tight." she says quietly again to her stomach. Set completely at ease by the squishing and rubbing of her stomach muscles, Wacko returns the favor by rubbing both hands and feet against the constricting walls around him... "If you only knew what I was thinking... You'd probably digest me right now..." Wacko thinks as he continues his internal belly rub; a sadistic smile forming over his face.... Christina was thinking to herself. "He will probably try to eat me after I help him. Of course, he IS trapped in my belly, I can just eat Reiko and let him feast on her while I digest her remains. And if he is a good boy I may let him out." she thinks smiling as she massaged her stomach as she felt Wacko moving around. (We should wait for Asteria.) ((OK)) ((agreed)) ((how long are we going to give her to respond?)) ((No idea...)) (another hour from now. Then we continue.) ((I don't think Stella is coming back)) Is there room for one more in here? ((There's ALWAYS room for one more......but you would have to ask Palatine when he returns.)) ((Ok, I'll check back later and see what Palatine says. ^^)) (Come on in! Also, I don't believe asteria's coming back either...) Reiko nervously rubbed her belly and adjusted her cleavage in her dress. Christina leaned on Reiko's shoulder. "Us girls have to stick together!" she said smiling. "Yeah, we do!" Reiko said. "Do you want to rub my belly for me?" Reiko said. Christina nodded as she began rubbing Reiko's belly with her tail as she gently patted Wacko. "There, there wacko there's no need to worry your in a safe place." she murmured to her belly. Wacko rubs the spot that was patted above him as Christina's stomach muscles relax him further into a trance-like daze of odd comfort and warmth"I could get used to this..." he says aloud, hoping to be heard by his captor. Christina rested her head on Reiko's belly and rubbed it. "You think that's nice? Try living in my womb, you will be warm and you won't have to worry about digestion." she whispers to her own belly as she uses her muscles to gently massage Wacko. Lorane sat on the bed in her house she had been there for several minutes she had just fixed her makeup and was getting ready to meet her boyfriend. The train made a stop near Lorene's house. "Well, this is my stop!" Reiko said, standing. "You can come with me, Christina. I'm sure my client won't mind a double team." Christian smiled. "Okay!" she said following Reiko. She wrapped around her pregnant belly and shoulders comfortably. Not strangling Reiko but lazily laying on her. Lorene wasn't normal accustom to burst ins, but she was a big girl and could handle herself in one way or another, she began to take off her cloths and finger her slit, she was getting horny waiting for her boyfriend. "Oh! Can you get down! Carrying my babies is enough. Now, let's go. He said to meet him at his girlfriends house."(Can someone play Lorene's bf?) ((he doesn't show up anyway...)) (Can Reiko come to her? Also, what's your character like?) Christina jumped off of Reiko as she slithered next to her. "Alright." Wacko could tell they were on the move." Soon..." He thinks as his chamber sways to the movement of his captor, which added to the muscle massage is a strange sensation for Wacko. In return, he 'struggles' even harder... Christina's tongue hung out as she patted her belly. "Oh keep struggling! You're just making me MORE aroused!" she said to her belly as she slithered next to Reiko. She rested her hands on her belly to feel wacko's struggles. Reiko walked down the street, drawing stares for her massive boobs and belly. Emperor_Palatine wrote:(Can Reiko come to her? Also, what's your character like?)((sure, she is an author hawk and does any kind of more and riff except anal. ) Reiko knocked on her client's door, expecting Loraine's bf to answer.(Are you prey or red? Reiko is both but leans red. Also, she is pregnant with triplets and human.) ((the hunter can become the hunted so you will never know))Lorene yells downstairs that the door is open. Kris was walking down a street, trying to get back to her home, and sees a woman knocking on someone's door with a large belly, and she starts to wonder what it is about, but decides to keep going. Reiko walks in, expecting to find a man or something. She looked and made eye contact with Kris and gave her a seductive wink. As she came in, she climbed the stairs with difficulty as she was so pregnant. When she reached the top, she was speechless at what she saw. Kris noticed the wink that Reiko gave and was made even more curious about her. Christina followed Reiko and watched as her jaw dropped to the floor. Inside her mouth you could see Wacko sitting inside of her belly as she closed her jaw again. "Interesting." she said licking her lips. Reiko heard footsteps. It sounded like Christina and Kris followed her. "I hope you two are horny for pengös, I heard the client likes group sex." Kris entered the house, and slowly followed up the stairs. The light shines in on Wacko, but is cut away just as he looks up. The fresh air, though not necessary for his survival, was still a welcome and brief comfort." Don't forget about our deal..." Wacko whispers; hoping is low tone could be heard from her belly... Christina's belly jiggled and groaned loudly. "Hush, hush little wacko I know our deal." she said smiling. Reiko sat down on a couch and rubbed her belly seductively. "I hope nobody takes advantage of me not wearing parties or a bra..." Christina licked her lips as she slithered around Reiko. "I know I will." she said smiling. "Oh Reiko take a look at your little tormentor he gets to spend an eternity living in here!" she said smiling as she opened her mouth to show Wacko inside. Kris thought she heard some kind of noise in the room, and it sounded like it came from Christina's belly, and couldn't help but stare at it... Reiko was afraid as she saw Wacko. She nervously cradled her belly in fear. The light once again poured in on Wacko, but this time a little less welcome to him. He hated the way Christina made him sound like some kind of carnival attraction;"See the creature in the belly! Only 3 bucks"taunts his mind with a sickening anger. He sees Reiko looking in at him. Wacko bares his razor teeth and snarls at the peeking eyes... "No need to worry Reiko. Wack is going to forever be digesting as his punishment!" she said hugging Reiko's big belly. Reiko smiled as Christina reassured her. She saw Kris. "Hi, I'm Reiko. Want to fuck my pregnant body?" Hey Reiko can you look at my face for a minute?" she says smiling to the again as she opened her mouth to show wacko again. She used her muscles to slowly push him upwards a little bit to give the signal to grab her and pull her inside. Reiko recoiled at just the right time and wacko was now wrist deep in Reiko's pussy. She began to panic and pull him in. Kris was starting to get a little worried about these people she came across, and she really didn't want to end up like Wacko. She replied to Reiko saying "uhh, maybe next time." and stepped back a little.((What happened to Dark lord?)) (Probably logged off for the night.) Reiko beckoned to Kris. "No! He tried to rape me! Please help me! I'll make it worth your time!" Having lunged at his target, and horribly missed, Wacko finds himself stuck between two bodies, both engaged in a tug-of-war using his body for a rope..." And I wasn't trying to rape you, ya stupid cunt!" Wacko screams in frustration at Reiko's misunderstanding Christina rolled her eyes as she pulled Wacko back into her belly with ease as her mouth was over Reiko's head. "Get in my belly!" she said with a mouth full of Reiko as she slithered down her body some more. Kris grabbed Wacko's arm and tried pulling him back into Christina's mouth Reiko was screaming and clutching her belly. "Help me!!! I don't want to die! Someone help!!!" Kris grabbed Reiko's legs and started to pull her out of Christina's belly. Everything goes dark once again for Wacko as he is drawn back into Christina's belly; his hands still firmly stuck in Reiko." This is re-goddamn-oculus!" He yells in the darkness as he once again hits the bottom of her stomach... Reiko pulled in wacko's head as Kris slowly pulled her out. Reiko was panting. If she won, wacko would become her Fourth baby, in a separate womb of course. Kris, pulled as hard as she could, and was able to pull her out completely. Wacko couldn't register what had just happened. He noticed the drastic change of environment; a slightly cooler temperature and fluid filling in around him." Believe it or not Reiko, I was going to help you... But now it appears you'll just die in the other bitch's stomach..." Wacko remarks... Between panting and gasping, Reiko asked wacko what he meant. ((Woah woah woah can someone tell me everyone's spot? Christina had wacko in her belly and was pulling Reiko down. Then Kris came and pulled Reiko out with Wacko?)) (Yeah, that's it. Wacko is almost fully in Reiko. You can still save him...) "I mean that I can get you and your children out of this mess..." Wacko begins, "I have the power to displace minds and souls through the power of my glasses. All I'd have to do is take in you and your triplets and find a way out of here... After I'd get out it would be an easy task to transfer your souls into another body..." Wacko finishes explaining, and touches the side of his glasses..." But, seeing as I'm in here, and you're about to become digested Peggy soup there's not much I can do... My body will digest, but the glasses will remain. Either way I'm getting out; weather or not you're coming with me is up to you." Reiko sighs and pushes Wacko out. "Please don't let me get eaten." she says crying. Christina grabbed onto Wacko's feet with her mouth as she swallowed wit hall her might. Leaving wacko where he was but pulling Reiko back into her throat. She used her tail to lash at Kris to keep them away from Reiko. Kris steps back and waits to see what will happen. "No! Please!" The pregnant woman begged as she was dragged. "I'm too sexy to digest! You can't do this to me!" Sliding back into Christina's gullet, Wacko smiles wickedly at Reiko as she follows... "Good. As much a monster I am I'd rather not let three unborn die..." With that, Wacko gently cradles Reiko's head in his hands; staring into her eyes with his white swirl glasses"Keep focused on the centers of my glasses..." Wacko says in a soft and calming tone as the glasses begin to spin... Christina rolled her eyes. "Fine." she said taking Reiko out of her mouth. She shoved wacko's feet in her pussy as she shoved him down and shoved Reiko's head in her pussy. While her tail opened up and tried to eat Kris. Kris saw Christina's tail open up and ran out of her range. Reiko was now in Christina's soft womb. Her pregnant belly straining her black dress. Wacko hadn't a clue where he was other than it was dark and still humid; He'd been too focused on attempting the transfer before the mix-up"Can someone tell me who I'm in?" Wacko calls to the darkness... "We're stuck in Christina's womb. We won't digest, just sit." Reiko rubbed her body through her soaking wet black dress as it grew tighter on her body. An umbilical found her navel and a bit in. It began to pump nutrients into her pregnant body. What was Christina doing to her? "Have fun in my belly my new babies! I promise to make the rest of eternity enjoyable for you!" she said Gilligan as an umbilical connected to Wacko. Adn began filling him with nutrients. As Christina's tail continued pulling Kris into her body. Kris watched as both Reiko and Wacko were both stuck in Christina's womb, ADN she wanted to help, but didn't know how. And she struggled as hard as she could to escape Christina's tail, with no success. Hearing Reiko's voice, Wacko realizes he is back-to-back with the pregnant woman. To his surprise an umbilical cord had attached itself to his stomach, but he quickly halted its progress with a swift chomp of the teeth." I can still preform the transfer..." Wacko says, "But I doubt it would do much good for us now... For you anyway..." "I'll stay. She has to let us out eventually. Besides, when people come in, they'll need a good fuck. I can't birth anyway, I'm permanently pregnant and immortal. I was cursed by a Johnnie last week. Furthermore, I cried for hours..." Kris finally quits struggling, as she is completely inside of Christina's tail. Christina punched her womb as she hit wacko. "Grrr." she said as her umbilical cord retracted. Several more came out and wrapped around wacko pinning his arms to his side as another one reconnected. Kris was pulled form Christina's tail into her stomach. "Have fun as my food!" she said laughing. "No! She didn't do anything! At least let her in the womb with us!" Kris curled up in Christina's stomach, and asked "Am I going to be digested?" while crying "Unfortunate..." Wacko remarks to Reiko..." I too can be considered immortal," Wacko starts, grinning. "For my entire being, mind and soul is held within these indestructible glasses, not the flesh and bone wearing them..." He finishes as the swirls in the glasses begin to spin once again... Christina sighed. She stuck the end of her tail into her pussy as she pushed Kris from her stomach and into her womb. "There happy family?" she said patting her belly. "What's happening? And what is she doing with us?" Wacko felt the conditions become slightly more cramped as Kris was forced into their tiny prison cell..." I think we just got another roommate..." Wacko groans and pushes away from the fleshy wall... "I'm making you my babies silly!" She said sticking her face into her pussy as she talked to them. Reiko was trapped really close to Kris with her face in her cleavage. "Down worry I will find some food to feed you guys." Christina said as she slithered downstairs she looked in the fridge and drooled at all the food. Wacko didn't like how Christina's words sounded, and begins kicking his boots at her cervix, trying to force his way out to no avail"It's not like I'd have to start anew if I'm trapped in here..." Wacko thinks aloud, both glad for his abilities but regretting having to give up his current body... "WWW PEL ASE DON'T LEAVE!" Christina said hugging her belly. "I like you in there." she said as she stuck her mouth over the fridge and swallowed it whole. AS her body digested the fridge and the food in it. Reiko was trying to turn on Kris. "Would you like to ride me?" she said to Kris and Wacko. Codyage wrote:Christina punched her womb as she hit wacko. "Grrr." she said as her umbilical cord retracted. Several more came out and wrapped around wacko pinning his arms to his side as another one reconnected. Kris was pulled form Christina's tail into her stomach. "Have fun as my food!" she said laughing.((sorry for the wait 11:00 bedtime but 6:00 rise. ) Lorene burst out of her room still naked, she had heard a struggle and had come to help with her several colored potions and a ray gun pointing it at Christina. Christian turned around to see Lorene. Her pregnant belly stretched out from being full of people. "Hello there....." she said giggling knowing she had room for her. Codyage wrote:Christian turned around to see Lorene. Her pregnant belly stretched out from being full of people. "Hello there....." she said giggling knowing she had room for her. Lorane loaded the gun, alright back against the wall, I have felt with ferals before. Spit both of me up. Christina looked at Lorene with a cocked eyebrow. "1 I'm not feral. Two they like it here in my womb and 3. Why should I listen to you when you're in my coils?" Christina said smiling. Codyage wrote:Christina looked at Lorene with a cocked eyebrow. "1 I'm not feral. Two they like it here in my womb and 3. Why should I listen to you when you're in my coils?" Christina said smiling. Lorane dogged Christina's tail and returned fire hitting Christina's tail. Reiko heard the struggle and screamed, begging for help. Wacko huffed at Reiko's pleas for help..." Even if whoever is out therecouldhear you, what's the likelihood they'd help?" He says as he feels the chord attached to his stomach begin to pump bits of digested refrigerator into his body... ((Lol digested refrigerator......)) Chrisitna quickly shape-shifted into a bird. Her stomach large and swaying from being full of people as she flew to Lorene's side and returned to her nāga form launching her tail for another strike. Lorene backflipped firing 4 more shots at Christina. Than jumped behind the wall moving as fast as she could down the hall to her lab. Christina slither towards Lorene. Dodging 3 of the 4 shots as one grazed her arm. She was right being Lorene as she made the run down the hall as she fired her tongue like a frog to wrap around Lorene's body and pin her arms. Lorene reached for a small ball like object near her waist and tossed it ((she tossed it because she was still pinned down. ) Christina took no notice to the ball as she pulled her tongue back and swallowed Lorene in one gulp. "Serves you right! Now if you want to talk like adults then tell me when your grown up!" she yelled at her belly. Lorane slid her had down to her waist again, she than pulled a blue trigger like object and pressed it.Lorene vanished. Christina felt her empty stomach. "Forget it!" Christina said as she slithered out the door to Lorene's house. Lorene rematerialized in the lab "activate parameter field!!!".outside her law was enveloped by an energy field. "Stupid bitch." Christina murmured to herself. She decided to slither back inside and go look at Lorene's lab. Lorane had already armed her self for the tree, she had a paralyzed gun interlocked with a convulsion pill to make the other captives be forced out of her and then final laced with a shrinking spray, so that she could deal with the threat. Christina stopped right by the lab door and thought to herself. "I think I know what might happen." she broke into the room as she turned into a slime girl, that grew larger and larger. With Reiko Wacko and Kris seen in her belly all comfortable attached to umbilical cords. Lorene fired the homing cannon, the probe locked on to Christina and paralyzed her, but caused her to Corvus and blow both of her prey out of her body, Christina than shrunk down to the size of a small dog, still praised and convulsing. Christina laughed. "Please! I'm a slime girl1!!" EHS said as she stood up shaking ang patting her belly full of everyone. "I don't have any organs to paralyze." she said smiling as she grew back to normal size and tried to absorb Lorene into her body. Kris punched the wall of Christina's womb, and said, "please let us out!" Christina patted her belly. "I will little ones I will. But this mad scientist won't let me leave! And if I let you out here who knows WHAT she might do to you!" Christina said as she rubbed her stomach waiting for Lorene's next move Reiko was still pressed tightly against Kris and wacko. She opened her mouth to speak but one of Kris' breasts flopped in. Reiko began to take off Kris' shirt to see if she had any milk. "Good little ones. Just play nice for right now, and then I will let you out as soon as I can escape." Christina said to them. Wacko's glasses began to spin as he tried an old trick; reading certain parts of the mind to see through their eyes..." I can't see a possible way out..." Wacko says, projecting the words directly into Christina's mind "Thanks for your help Wacko, then I guess it looks like I have to destroy this place." she says patting her belly as the umbilical loosens on Wacko's grip. "I will remove it completely if you promise not to rip it off okay?" "I promise..." Wacko says aloud as the chord loosens and eventually let's go their grip on his arms and legs. The one attached to his belly remains as it transfers nutrients into his body. Reiko moved around as different people's bodies rubbed her in different ways. Now wackos face was in her full breast's cleavage. Christina hugs her belly tightly as she slithers back and watches her opponent. "Thanks for not doing it wacko. I promise I will get all of you guys out of this place alive and well, and not be digested by her." she said as she kissed her belly. Reiko began to feel strangely attracted to Christina. With his newly acquired movement Wacko attempts to wiggle out of his position only to land face-first into Reiko's chest. There was not much he could say or do; the conditions were cramped and something similar was bound to happen anyway. Carefully Wacko pulls his face from her cleavage." Sorry for biting you back on the train..." He says to Reiko as he pulls away from her chest... Christina let go of her stomach as she used her muscle control to move her stomach in and out and all around, so they would be massaged. "It's okay." she says as wacko was pressed closer by the womb's motion. Soon a teat came out from under her dress and began to leak milk, looking very thirst quenching. Codyage wrote:Christina patted her belly. "I will little ones I will. But this mad scientist won't let me leave! And if I let you out here who knows WHAT she might do to you!" Christina said as she rubbed her stomach waiting for Lorene's next lovelorn laid in Christians stomach thinking for several minutes. She pulled out a small blue vial and drank.((BTW, let me have some fun)) Reiko found a new person was teleporting to the womb...(Maybe she can 'play' with Reiko?) Lorene gulped down the last of the view. And stayed there for several minutes in what looked like pain. "Are you ok?" Reiko asked Lorene. Lorene looked up, she looked slightly different large purple marks were on her face and her eyes had changed color to red. "Miss, your face has changed!" Lorene looked at Reiko and said it's alright.Lorene than ported out of Christians body with both of the other captives, she could only go to the roof of her house because of the parameter field. Reiko held on to Lorene tightly. "NO! Don't worry guys I'm going to come get you." Christina said as she shape-shifted into the Lorene who had just now teleported, and appeared on the roof. Lorene changed back."come on there is a way out of this place, and only I know it, besides Christina is stuck in the lab, and when I go feral the lab goes into lock down." cottage wrote:"NO! Don't worry guys I'm going to come get you." Christina said as she shape-shifted into the Lorene who had just now teleported, and appeared on the roof.((sorry I posted to quickly)) Reiko tried to follow but fell due to her weight. "Stop right there!" Christian said patting her belly as she shape-shifted into her nāga form. "Let go of Reiko and let me out of here and no one needs to be hurt!" she yells to Lorene. Lorene held on to the three others till she made it out of the parameter field. Reiko laid on the floor, her dress soaked in juices. Christina turned back into Lorene's feral form and followed her out of the field. "How dare you take them for yourself!" She yelled as she shape-shifted into her giant neighbor. Emperor_Palatine wrote:Reiko laid on the floor, her dress soaked in juices.((why??? ) (She had been soaked in womb juice, and she is very tired.) ((thanks))okay I know a good place to hide. Christina slammed her giant nāga tail surrounding Lorene. "Let them go!" she yelled from several hundred feet in the air as she reached down with one of her hands to grab and pick up the others. "that's it you have been far too much of a bother"Lorene pulled out a shrink gun (you like being prey??) ((Christina is usually Predator.)) Christian saw the gun and took a quick note. "She has a bigger target now soon....." Christina then shape-shifted into a snake and quickly constricted Lorene so she was in a position if she tried to fire her gun she would only shoot away from Christina. Lorene was ready for this she could just early press her phase disruptor, she managed to press it and her body and others were teleported away but not her cloths or gun were teleported. (Somebody please decide where Reiko is.) ((I guess with Lorene.)) Christina shape-shifted into a blood hound and smelled the clothes and picked up there scent. She changes into Lorene's feral form and teleported to where the scent led. Reiko was passed out and with Lorene. Lorene carried Reiko into her cottage and activated the defense grid.it would be impossible to enter or exit until it is disabled by lanes genetic signal. Reiko slowly woke up. "You saved me. Why?" Christina followed the scent to the cottage as she was in Lorene's feral form. "I'm not going to let her eat my......friends." she says as she tries to pass. Lorene laid on her bed with ranks unconscious pregnant body beside her. Christina entered the building as she changed form Lorene's feral form into a ghost. "Now let my friends go!!!!" Christina yelled to Lorene as she entered. Fine but as long as you pleasure me. Lorane spread her legs. Christina shook her head fine." She said as she floated over to Lorene. As she hovered to her mouth opened completely wide as she swallowed loan and everyone else bed included. She let out a quick burp and smiled as she saw Lorene and everyone through her stomach. "Don't try to escape this time, as a ghost your technology won't work for you, because if you teleport I teleport as well and if you try to stun me again it will just phase through." she said smiling. Should have thought reasoning won't work with most press. Well we will have to do this the hard way. Loranes body changed as she grew feral. "Oh no you don't!" Christina said smiling as Reiko Kris and Wacko all phased through her ghostly stomach and fell into her ghostly womb. "Now your trapped inside all by yourself as I leave you to an eternity of digestion." Lanes body burst into flames as she went full feral. The sear energy coming off lanes body was so intense it was making Christina's body bloat. Christina just rolled her eyes as she patted her belly as the smoke and thermal energy phased through her stomach and into the air as Lorene was still trapped inside. Lanes pure energy would soon rip open a hole to her internal universe pulling anything outside her body in. "This is BORING!" Christine yelled as she threw up Lorene outside of her mouth like a bullet into the wall. She quickly shape-shifted into Lorene's feral form again and teleported away from her. Christina was now sitting on a building as she patted her belly. ((sorry but I am a red not prey... I just don't like being eaten)) ((Well I'm more of an observer/prey, but that's actually just Christina's character. That's how she would have reacted in any situation if there not struggling/ enjoying there confinements.)) Codyage wrote:((Well I'm more of an observer/prey, but that's actually just Christina's character. That's how she would have reacted in any situation if there not struggling/ enjoying there confinements.))((well I got to go anyway so)) ((Okay see ya.)) Reiko had been fingering her pregnant pussy the whole time. "Are you okay Reiko?" Christina said as she sat on the building. "Yes, I am." she said as she opened her pussy a bit. Christina thought for a moment as she put the tip of her tail into her own pussy and forced it around in her womb until she eventually found Reiko's pussy and began pulling it in and out. Reiko fell into a writhing ecstasy. Christina smiled as she kept moving her tail in and out. "I better watch out for that Lorene girl." Lorene was still lying in her cottage wacko was standing by her (BTW where is he anyway). ((I thought...... Christina took wacko and Kris with Reiko...... as for where he is no idea.)) (Are we all that's left? Us three?) ((I guess...)) ((I'm back... Sorry about my couple day absence. I needed some time to think some things over. Check my blog(s) for more info...))((Also, I'm not sure where I am...)) ((I'm on phone, you tell him dark lord.)) The_Wacko wrote:((I'm back... Sorry about my couple day absence. I needed some time to think some things over. Check my blog(s) for more info...))((Also, I'm not sure where I am...))dark lord wrote:Lorene was still lying in her cottage wacko was standing by her (BTW where is he anyway).((there you go wacko)) "I best go back for the others." Christina said to Reiko as she shape-shifted into Lorene's feral form. "See ya!" she said before diapering. Wacko stood observing his surroundings having blacked out for quite a while." That was weird..." He thinks aloud. Christina appeared back in Lorene's house. "Now let them go!" she yelled as she turned into her nāga form. REI rubbed her belly, watching what was happening. Christina was watching Lorene carefully. "I have to be careful with this one........she could easily eat me and everyone else here in a heart beat. (Lorene is much more caring, shed rather birth them and make them her kids.) ((Christina doesn't know that, right Noe SHR thinks Lorene is trying to eat them. (Christina sure seemed evil at first...) ((At first ya, but she had all of them in her womb she discovered she loves people trapped in her womb instead. So now she wants them all back inside her sex. She gets a big belly out of the deal and everyone else is safe.)) (I just turn my prey into my kids and fool around with their bodies, PS they always come out female) ((Alright then, Well Christina is usually a predator..... I guess I can make an exception......once.)) Christina was ready to grab wacko as she curled up into a coil and went to sleep. Wacko could sense that Christina was nearby, but couldn't pinpoint her location." Bring it on..."he thinks, flashing a row of pointed teeth... "wacko Christina isn't here"Lorene looked at wacko. "Man I'm tired...." Christina said opening her eyes again as she slithered a little bit as she saw Lorene and Wacko. Reiko slowly and tiredly stumbled up to where everyone was. "What's going on?" she said drowsily. Wacko looks in Lorene's direction. An eyebrow shoots up from behind his glasses"She's near though... I can feel it" He whispers to her... Christina then shape-shifts into that of a termite and slowly crawls in there direction. Wacko can gradually feel Christina's presence growing." Where the fuck is she!?his mind screams as he looks around frantically; unaware that she is, figuratively, right under his nose Christina then flies onto of wacko's head and then sits in his locks. Wacko cannot feel Christina through is matted mess of hair, but he could feel that she was very close..." Clever girl..." He thinks as he looks all round the room; oblivious to the little insect upon his head. Christina shape-shifted into a tiny fairy as she lightly laid on wacko's hair. "Time to go in." she thinks as she begins to stretch open her pussy. Lorane put her and on top of wackos head, unaware she had just pinned down Christina"Look your just in shock wacko, why don't you get something to eat...", she glared at wacko"and yes other than me" she watched wacko head to the cab nits as he passed the small corner she quickly ran to the bed striping off her cloths as she went. ((Isn't that god modding? How are you sure wacko wanted to leave the room?)) (I would say it is.) Reiko stumbled into the kitchen and began rummaging through the food. Codyage wrote:((Isn't that god modding? How are you sure wacko wanted to leave the room?))((ooopssorry its just I was doing an RP with someone, and he did really want any control)) ((Its alright. I know the feeling of that, ever tried 3 RP's in the chat and 4rps on the forum here? Its non-stop typing.)) Codyage wrote:((Its alright. I know the feeling of that, ever tried 3 RP's in the chat and 4rps on the forum here? Its non-stop typing.))((never want to try....)) ((Its not fun remembering 13 different character names.)) Christina stayed in her small fair form as she gripped onto wacko's hair. "Ooooh! Lorene when I get wacko and everyone else back together and away from you I'm going to come after you next!" Christina thought. Lorene laid on her bed waiting to surprise wacko, she however didn't know what his response would be... Though Wacko didn't take kindly to being touched he did take to Lorene's advice and searched the cupboards for food." All dead stuff and plants..." He grumbles as he rummages through the assorted cans of beans, meats and canned vegetables. Nothing seems to interest him until he looks into the far corner of the cupboard, and sees a large rat nibbling on an old box of cereal. He quickly snatches up the unfortunate animal; the rodent squealing in fear as he holds it by the tail and slowly lowers it into his waiting jaws. The rat gives a fading squeal as he swallows the poor rodent whole, making a decent sized bulge down his neck as Wacko purrs like a cat; enjoying the flavor of live flesh and the frantic struggles of the animal in his stomach... Christina shaped shifted back into a nāga and constricted wacko, not enough to suffocate him but just enough to hold him down. She put a finger on his lips and another finger on hers making into a shhh motion. Wacko was just starting to enjoy himself with his diminutive prey when he was taken by surprise by Christina's coils." Fucking hell! His mind screams as she presses her finger against her lips. Wacko has to resist the urge to bite her finger off, seeing that such an act of aggression would lead to something far worse than what she may have had in mind." How the hell were you hiding?! What do you want with me?" Wacko telepathically asks Christina as he struggles in her vice-like coils her coils slowly let go of wacko as she hugs wacko. "I missed you, and I have my own ways, so tell me what has she done to you?" Christina said whispering wacko's ear as her tail slowly slid all over his body. Wacko is surprised at the 'affection' Christina is showing towards him." She hasn't done anything..." He projects into her mind,"She's in the other room if you're hungry..." Wacko can clearly feel Christina's tail rubbing over his body, but doesn't seem to care despite keeping a weary eye for any sudden tricks coming from the gentle caressing... "Thanks." Christina whispered licking wacko's cheek as she released him and began slithering towards the other room. Wacko grins widely as Christina slithers towards Lorene's room; knowing she would return with a full belly. Just then Wacko's own stomach emitted a low rumble having made quick work of the rat." Damn..." He groans as he rubs his flat stomach((Would you all mind if I introduced a second character? Just a prey for Wacko...)) ((Nope.)) Christina stopped before she left the room and blew a kiss to wacko wondering if he would notice or not. Wacko sees Christina blow him a kiss; an oddity for him to receive." I'll never understand the emotions of sentient beings..." Wacko thinks as he wonders why Christina has taken such a liking to him. Just then, Wacko's senses spike to something outside the cottage and approaching slowly: a young human male with a stocky build. Wacko chuckles with glee as he makes his way for the door... Meanwhile... Shaggy; a young man wearing a blue jean jacket and pants to match, comes strolling down the sidewalk; a brown bottle of cheap beer in one hand and a cigarette pressed between his lips." Play me a song! Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe!" He sings in a buzzed ramble of words as he plays air guitar tithe Ballad of Curtis Lowe. He shambles along passing homes; blissfully unaware that danger looms just behind one of the many doors ahead... ((Beer cigarette air guitar, WHY that's a recipe for Prey!)) Christina waited to make her move for the naked Lorene as she shape-shifted into a termite and watched her from the ceiling. Wacko could hear the clearly drunk man singing, which gives him an idea. He chuckles to himself as he exits the house... Shaggy shambles on as he rambles on; switching from song-to-song in mid-line and scrambling his words together. He finally shuts his mouth at seeing a strange man in a black trench coat standing in the middle of the sidewalk with his head bowed low enough to cast a shadow over his eyes..." Oi! You got a light?" Shaggy calls to Wacko as he pulls more cancer out of his pocket. In response the world seems to go completely quite save the wind." I can hear what your thinkin'..." Wacko sings in a sinister tone as he advances, "All your doubts and fears..." Shaggy doesn't know what to think as the strange man draws closer..." And if you look in my eyes in time you'll find. The reason I'm here..." He continues to sing, baring his razor teeth at the end of the line. The beer bottle in Shaggy's hand slips from his grasp and hits the ground, shattering on impact as he sees the devilish smile of Wacko"In time all things shall, pass away... In time, you mayday come back some day..." Wacko sings and darts towards Shaggy; mouth agape and thick strands of saliva dripping off his teeth. He easily catches the young man by the neck with the stone-cold grip of his hand... Reiko walked up to wacko and shaggy and sat innocently. She did have to make money, though... "Hey! Anyone want to ride me?" she said.(Reiko can be prey.) Both Wacko and Shaggy were taken by surprise at Reiko's offer." Are you like, hustlin' me to sleep with her?" Shaggy asks Wacko, confused about the situation... "Baby, anything you want! Just get your ol' man off me!" He shouts to Reiko as he squirms in Wacko's grasp." You want um before me?" Wacko calls to Reiko with a tone that expressed his frustration of the situation. "You can have him, just leave enough for me when you're done!" And with that, Wacko tosses Shaggy to Reiko. Shaggy bounces off the hard pavement as he lands at Reiko's feet... (Feel free to god mod Reiko for this scene. Just make it pregnancy centric and have her get paid. When more comes into play I'll jump back in.) Shaggy is still dizzy from the toss, but not enough to impair his judgment any further than it already was. He looks up at Reiko, or what he can see of her past her belly..." Hay... I'll give you anything you want; weed, acid, blow, hell I'll give you the shirt off my back if you can get me away from that psycho..." Shaggy whispers up to Reiko. "Just do me right here, we'll talk about pay later..." Reiko says, stripping her self to shaggy. "Have your way with me! Either of you! Whatever you want: as long as I get paid." Lorene jumped a little as Christina slithered into her room"you again!?!" Lorene reached for her desk.((PS I want to be red.)) ((So does Christina.....quickly to the wacko and Reiko~))Christina threw her tail and wrapped it around Lorene's wrist stopping her. "Why did you try to hurt my friends?!" "I didn't hurt your friends... I thought you were!"Lorene looked at her captor Angel(PS Lorene is naked) ((I know.))" I wasn't hurting them! Furthermore, I was helping my friend wacko eat Reiko, but then I grew attached o Reiko to.....and now I just want to end this mess." Christina not breaking contact away from Lorene's body. "You know I can help you with that...."Lorene looks at Christina in an odd way "but it's your choice."(BTW you like TFS ???) ((I actually have never figured out what TFS stands for, could you explain?))" Well.....you look unique.....so I was wondering maybe we could be friends to?" Christina said slithering up to Lorene. (TF is when someone or something changes you into another species/creature)"I know you want to get away from it all, do you want me to help?"Lorene rubs Christians cunt. ((Hamm never tried it. Of course that won't work with Christina, shape-shifter and all.))" I don't want to get away from it all I just want it to stop, How about you join me and my friends on an adventure?" Christina said as her pussy uncontrollably opened up and pulled Lorene's hand inside. Lorene pulled her hand out of Christians cunt"why don't we have a little fun first?"Lorene lightly grabbed Christians tail and started to push it up her cunt. Christina smiled sure thing, but only if I can birth you afterward." Christina said smiling. "Heheh I might", lorane gave Christina a lustful look,"but me first K"Lorene smiled as she started to shove Christians tail deeper into her body. "Whatever, babe... Just keep him away..." Shaggy says as he looks over Reiko's round, naked form, causing hormones to kick in. Casually he unbuttons his pants and slides them past his knees." I've never done a Peggy before..." Shaggy comments as he kneels before her and slides down his boxer shorts, exposing his fully erect cock." This is so wrong..." He says and thrusts his rock hard into Reiko's cunt. He continues on with a rhythmic motion; all the while rubbing the sides of her huge stomach, even leaning in to lick her protruding belly button as he works his cock in and out of Reiko... Wacko turns away and heads back for the cottage"Sentient mating; another thing I'll never understand..." He grumbles to himself as he ponders why humans and other creatures derive such pleasure from increasing their population and further killing the planet. He pushes that thought aside in favor of what he would find to tie over his hunger until Reiko was finished with what was to be his prey... Christina watched. "If you think you can hand LE me." She said giggling as her tail began growing at an alarming rate. As Shaggy finished up, Reiko pushed him off. "Next! Do whatever you want to me!" (Care to eat her?) Lorene could feel Christians tail growing getting bigger and stretching her pussy, lorane began to shove it deeper hoping to birth Christina faster tan she was growing. Christina kissed Lorene as her tail grew FAST deeper into Lorene's womb/ "sorry Hun but you not going to be able to birth me." she said as she slithered back a bit and let her tail grow. "Youed be surprised, I am from another universe I was exiled because I unearthed a war-beast general those things are at least 20 feet tall."Lorene began to jam the rest of Christians tail into her. That's nothing!" Christina said laughing as her tail continued to grow inside Lorene. "I have birth an entire SHIP 300 feet long." "Ah I have some nice competition, But I still don't know how far I can stretch, right now we can only guess"Lorene stuffed Christians tail even deeper into her cunt making her way up to the 3-meter mark. "We will have to see then. I have grown my tail enough to wrap around a planet, so I could eat it." she said smiling and patting her belly. Thing is after I have unearthed things I usually leave them inside of me so that huge cruise ship is somewhere within my muscles and I can feel them all squirming, because once they have entered they live forever until I let them out." As Wacko's hand wraps around the door knob, he hears Reiko's offer. He lets loose the handle and turns towards her." Whatever I want?" He asks with a smirk and makes his way for Reiko and Shaggy; transparent saliva thick on his chops... Shaggy lies in a pool of ecstasy and DNA; a loopy grin on his face as he looks for a light for his cigarette." That was sweet!" He says as he exhales a plume of white smoke. He stands to fasten his pants, only to see Wacko making a B-line for them"Hay babe, I'll pay ya double if you keep him from killin' me!" Shaggy tells Reiko; a tremble in his voice as he tries to figure out what to do... (Continue, wacko. I want Reiko eaten however you see fit.) Wacko breaks into a dash for the two potential preys. He has a choice, and makes it as he grabs up Reiko by her neck, and pins her against a telephone pole." I'll admit, we both knew this was coming..." Wacko growls with an angry snarl; moving his hands from her neck to her face as he gently rubs her cheeks with his thumbs..." Look into the glasses Reiko, and this won't have to hurt..." He says as the swirls begin to spin... Shaggy is a little too scared to do much else than back away slowly..." Thanks for detracting him lady! See-ya!" He calls before turning quick and running face-first into a street sign with a loud 'twang!'. He hits the ground and doesn't move having been rendered unconscious...((You don't mind hard more, do you?)) (Sure! As long as she's alive for it all...) Reiko stupidly looked away from the glasses. (Where's ma more at?) Little black wings flapped in the air as Nit chin glided about on the breeze. The little incubus was all of 3'10 and seemed to be in quite a good mood. He had just finished up with a bit of fun at a local Sorority and was still a bit peckish. His cotton candy pageboy blowing in the wind as he flew. One would not be blamed in mistaking Nit chin for a girl. If his overall build was not enough his outfit clenched it. A small cross of black and silver silk covered his chest leaving his abdomen bare. His lower garment was of the same black silk and amounted to a very ornate thong. A small black forked tail poked out just above his hips. His nose wiggled as he sniffed three times to take in the scents in the surrounding air. "Ahh I smell something tasty! ♥" Following the scent he glided with little flaps towards the scent. He saw Reiko and Wacko from the air and sat back. He floated in place as he watched for now. Furthermore, he was quite attracted to both of them, his usual dilemma of whether sex or food would be more appealing first, and decided to see how things went with them. (sorry about the delay)"Suit yourself..." He snarls at Reiko and his jaws open wide revealing four rows of triangular serrated teeth. Wacko swiftly brings his maw over Reiko's head, forcing her crown to the back of his throat and sinking his razor-like teeth into the base of her neck and shoulders. Instantly the lovely brackish taste of blood enters his mouth as he works his teeth deeper into her flesh until he strikes bone. Wacko chuckles with delight as he works his jaws over her shoulders; severely lacerating her hide as he works her deeper into his throat. He swallows hard, sending Reiko's head towards his gullet and causing his teeth to shred the flesh in which they were set. A trickle of crimson escapes his lips and runs down his chin as he carefully works his lips over her swollen breasts and belly. He chooses not to bite down here; fearing her milk and the amniotic fluid in her womb may spoil the taste of her flesh and blood. Wacko swallows a second time, sending even more of the pregnant woman into his throat and leaving just her ass and legs dangling from his now blood-coated lips... Shaggy groans as he regains awareness. He finds himself lying on his back, staring into the sky." What the fuck happened..." He moans as he sets up, rubbing the large purple lump on his forehead; acquired from running face-first into a 'Watch for Pedestrians' sign. Reiko screamed and begged, rubbing her baby belly. The pain was remarkable. *I sit there watching the two girls battle to see who will eat who or in one's case birth* "this is testing" I say in my head as I watch in amazement Reiko screamed out for help. Wacko grins despite having half a woman in his jaws." There's no help for you... Give in... let the darkness take hold..." He projects into her mind; a strong enough voice to overpower her pain. Swiftly Wacko tilts his head back and lets Reiko's legs slide past his lips. An insane spark shines in Wacko's glasses as he feels her knees at his teeth, and he clamps down with all his might severing the knee joints with two sickening 'pop's. What remains of his prey slowly glides down his throat and into his tight yet soft stomach as Reiko's shins and feet hit the ground... Reiko screamed in terror. She was indigestible and immortal. She couldn't regrow limbs however...(Hope you don't mind this change.) Wacko licks the blood from his hands, savoring Reiko's unique flavor to the fullest." There is something different about you ..." He whispers to Reiko as he rubs his bulging stomach, enjoying the feeling of writhing prey within "Not many get past the teeth alive, much less the trip down..."(I don't mind the change) Reiko sadly rubbed her belly. "You're stuck with me. I'm immortal and indigestible. I think you'll live forever too as long as I'm in you. My legs will never regrow. I'm as good as your slave now." Wacko wasn't taken by Reiko's claim of immortality, and less than convinced about her being indigestible." An immortal? Who's indigestible? Let's test that!" He says and relaxes his stomach, which soon begins to pool acid around Reiko. Wacko smiles contently as he rubs his belly... Shaggy stands; still dizzy from running face-first into the sign but regaining his stability. As he looks at his surroundings he spies Wacko, now with a big, round, and thrashing belly. At seeing Reiko's shins lying on the ground at Wacko's feet, he realizes what has happened..." Thanks, babe... Now I don't have to pay ya!" He chuckles as he lights a cigarette and watches... Reiko was in pain, but nothing happened to her skin as the acid sprayed over her. It seemed like hours until she passed out, still intact and still stuck inside.

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Seduction of a Teacher (wolfshadow X Angel_Lina)

It was the first day of school at Hillsboro High and like almost all the first days that had come and gone, it had to be raining outside. This seemed to had been a bad day to start with for Danielle Snow. Standing inside the gymnasium of the school, Danielle started to look around the floor and see the groups of high school seniors standing around and talking, as if they were catching up from their summer vacations or doing something to that effect. Danielle had watched the groups of budding adults as she had let out a soft smile as this was the beginning of a new year... and maybe a new hope of keeping her secret intact. The school bell had rung as Danielle had let out a loud shout. "All right everyone, everyone line up as I take roll call." She had said seeing everyone starting to line up in a straight line. As she had started to call out the names, she seemed to lower her voice a bit when she had called out the boy's names but was a little more enthusiastic when she had called out the girl's names. Looking around, Dani seemed to give more of a particular attention towards the girls as she tried to gaze at them for as long as she could. She had seen many lovely beauties, but one in particular seemed to have grabbed her attention more than the other girls. Calling out the long brown haired girl's name, she had seemed to speak in a little more of a nervous tone as she had made eye contact with the girl, hoping that she could hold herself back and get control of the situation once again." Gods, she is so beautiful. I... I can't seem to... look away from her. Furthermore, I... Furthermore, I am... so enraptured by her." Dani had thought to herself as she had made a silent swallow while waiting to hear the beautiful girl's voice. "OMG!!" Ashley shrieked as she saw Elizabeth enter the gym "ahhh i haven't you all summer how are you?!". Elizabeth ran into the gym soaking wet and looked in the direction of the loud shrinking voice. It was her best friend Ashley she smiled, "hey!! I know right?! So how was your summer?"."my god your soaked!" Ashley said looking her over. A devilish smile spread across her face as her fell on Lizzy's exposed hip, "so you actually did it?! Did your parents kill you?" Lizzy blushed and quickly pulled up her wet shorts hoping no else noticed. "Shhhh! Shut up!" she laughed "somebody is going to hear you", she quickly looked around relived to see no one heard Ashley's comment. "Ya I did! You like?" she said pulling her shorts down a bit exposing part of her pelvic bone to show her the tattoo that she had gotten over the summer." I love it!" Ashley said as she traced it with her finger. "Your such a badass" she said making a face at her."oh and like you aren't? Miss belly piercing" she said fingering her friends' bellybutton. They both looked at each other and started laughing." All right everyone line up as I take room call". Elizabeth poked her friend one more time before getting in line with the rest of the class. Smacking her ass Ashley got in line right next to Elizabeth and stuck her young out at her and smiled "sorry couldn't help myself, your ass is too tempting." Elizabeth let out a loud squeak when Ashley slapped her ass. She then went red in the face as everybody looked at her. One boy even winked at her, she just smiled and straitened herself out and turned her head giving Ashley a dirty look."what?!" Ashley said smiling giving her an innocent look. Elizabeth turned her attention to her gym teacher. She liked Ms. Snow, they had somewhat of a nice relationship. She would come to her with her problems since her freshman year. She smiled at her and gave her a quick little wave. Hearing her name called she looked up "here" she called out. She noticed the nervous tone in Ms. Snow's voice but thought nothing of it, she just smiled at her. Danielle had quickly remembered Elizabeth as she had seen her for the first time since the summer had ended, and she had certainly changed since she had last seen Elizabeth. Before, Elizabeth seemed to be a very cute girl but now that Elizabeth was blossoming, she had started to see the beauty that was starting to show. Seeing Elizabeth's clothes all wet had complicated things for Danielle as she had looked at Elizabeth one more time." Gods, she has certainly grown up. Maybe the rumors about her are true?" She had thought to herself as she had finished taking the roll call. Danielle could not get the picture out of her mind about Ashley smacking Elizabeth's ass earlier. If there was one thing that had drawn her attention to that crowd, it was certainly that. Deep inside, she knew that it would be hard to concentrate but with that picture in her mind, she had to try to focus... no matter what." I am sorry that we can not go outside today. I was planning on running a little play time with some soccer or track, but instead, we will have to make do with what we have here." She had said seeing two sets of volleyball nets hanging from the gym floors. "Instead after 5 minutes of stretching, we will get the teams organized." She had said, leading the class of boys and girls into their stretches. As the stretches had continued, she could catch a small glimpse of Elizabeth's tattoo and softly licked her lips." I simply adore that tattoo... I wish that I can get one of my own." She had thought to herself as the stretches continued. When the stretches were done, Dani had started to organize the teams while giving out a little twist. "As some of you may know, I am not the kind of teacher that just watches and sits on the sidelines, I want to be a part of your activities... so consider me one of the students as you pick your teams. I need four people to volunteer to be captains. Any takers?" She had asked, hoping that she could be on Elizabeth's team. "I nominate Lizzy!" Ashley yelled as she grabbed Elizabeth's hand and pulled it up." Ashley!? Stop it!" Lizzy said with an embarked tone."oh come on Lizzy, everybody knows you rule at volleyball" Ashley said snickering "so come on Lizzy.""fine ill do it" she said smiling "but I still hate you" she said hugging Ashley."since Lizzy is going to be cap ill be capped as well" Brittney a tall blond said smiling. "I'll do it too" Bret said "since it looks like the boys are going to be excluded from this game" he winked at Lizzy and took all the guys to the other court. Elizabeth blushed and started picking her team members." Ashley" she said."of course" Ashley giggled." Ann" Brittney said." Ms. Snow" Lizzy said smiling, after all the teams were created they started the game.10 min. into the game Elizabeth's team was winning. She jumped up to spike the ball smashing it on the other side hitting the floor. As she was landing she lost her footing and landed on her foot funny causing her to fall onto Ms. Snow. Landing with a thud she looked up realizing she was on top of her teacher. Blushing she quickly got up putting pressure on Danielle's left breast "I'm suitor sorry are you ok?" she asked still not realizing where her hand was touching. The boys stopped playing and came over to see what happened. A couple started whistling when they saw where Lizzy's hand was. Lizzy loved down and let out a soft squeak and quickly lifted her hand blushing a crimson red, "I-I.uhh... I'm sorry!". She stop up and offered her hand to help her coach up. Dani was not quite sure what Bret's wink had meant about Lizzy when he had said that all the girls were going to be playing on one game but deep inside, Dani was smiling about things. She had seen the boys leaving and waited and waited patiently until she was finally picked onto Lizzy's team. Dani was a very good volleyball player herself as she just happened to have played a lot of beach volleyball in college and in her spare time. The game had gone on with the game almost being over when she was going for a spike and then Lizzy loosing her footing, causing her to fall onto Dani." Ooof" She had shouted as Lizzy was falling onto her. Dani was in a little bit of pain as she was lying on her back but suddenly felt a warm rush running through her body when she had felt Lizzy being on top of her. She had tried to play this rush off as being shocked from the pain, but that was starting to prove to be very hard when Lizzy had placed her hand onto Dani's left breast. Letting out an inaudible gasp of pleasure, Dani had loved that warm and soft touch as it had only lasted for a split second. I... I... Furthermore, I'll. Be... fine. Just a. Bruise on my ... butt." She had said softly before she had heard the whistles from the boys coming over. Dani was blushing a crimson red as well, hoping that her own secret was not found out as she had felt the rush coming away and Lizzy getting up. "It... Its... all.... right." She had said, trying to hold back as she had taken Lizzy's hand, feeling the warmness of it once again. Deep inside, she had felt that familiar rush going through her body and was finding it very hard to concentrate for the rest of the game afterward. She had let a few balls slip past her as Brittany's team was slowly coming back, but before the game was over, the alarm in Dani's watch had come on. That was signaling to her that the period was just about over. "OK everyone, last point!" She had shouted before seeing the ball heading Lizzy's way. Dani tried to move closer towards the ball and towards the net before feeling the opposing girl putting a spike right into Dani's chest, causing her to crash onto the ground." Ooof." She had said once again. She had shots like this in the chest before and this was no different as she was hoping that somehow... some way, someone would help to save the point and win the game. Lizzy was flustered and deep in thought for the rest of the game. She watched her teacher very closely."when I fell on her did she...moan?! I mean I would moan too if someone touched me there too but..."she thought looking down at her hand and blushed again." I mean they were really soft, and she is very pretty.....wait what am I thinking?!?!" Lizzy shook her head blushing." Lizzy! Ball!" Ashley screamed as the ball was heading straight for Lizzy's head. Lizzy looked up in time to see her teacher get smashed down on the floor and the ball soar up in the air. As if it were pure instanced Lizzy jumped up and spiked the ball smashing it on the other side of the net winning the game. “Are you ok?” she said looking at her teacher. She helped her up and then quickly walked/ran to the girls locker room to take a shower. She striped and got in the shower letting the warm water run down her body. She looked down at her body and noticed she had a small bruise on her ankle. "Great" she said to herself, she closed her eyes and let her class replay in her head. She blushed at the teacher part"she moaned I know she did but then again...". Lizzy jumped and squeezed loudly as she felt hand slip under her arms and grab her breasts." Gezz they have gotten bigger again!" Ashley said as she squeezed them. Lizzy let out a small moan before pulling away from her blushing, "Ash stop it!" Lizyy quickly finished her shower and wrapped a towel around herself before heading to Ms. Snow's office. Reaching her office she hesitated before knocking gently on the door. "Umm Ms. Snow can I talk to you for a minute?" Dani had nodded softly telling Lizzy that she was fine but when she had felt that warm touch on her hand, she had felt that soft rush coursing through her body before it was let go and Lizzy had run off to the showers. It had been a very long time since she had felt this way about anyone at all and the thoughts that she was going through had increased the heat around her body." Maybe a cold shower will cool me down. I can't let this out... not here and not now." She had thought to herself as she had gone back to her own office. She was very glad that she taken a private shower to herself as she had washed her slim body and short brown hair. Standing in the shower for just a bit, her thoughts started to turn back towards Lizzy once again."Oh, god... how long can I keep my secret? If this keeps up, surely she will find out... and if I am found out...." She had shaken her head as she had finished her shower, trying not to think of the consequences that she would face later on if things were to come out about her. Just a few minutes later, Lizzy had dried herself off and was now dressed in a White blouse and a pair of blue jeans inside of her office. She was just going over the performances of the girls that she had seen while she was playing when she had heard the knock on her door." Come in." She had said as Lizzy had entered with just a towel around her breasts and midsection, trying as much as she could, it seemed, to cover her torso."Oh, god." Dani had whispered to herself inaudibly... without her lips moving at all. She had let out an involuntary squirm with her butt, trying to control the heat that was rising inside of her once again. "Sure. Let me close the door." She had said, rushing to the door and closing it. Trying not to let out too much, Dani was hoping to help Lizzy as much as she could in whatever way that she could. Not sure of what to say next, she just had to ask that important question. "What... is on your... mind, Lizzy?" She had asked while sitting back down in her chair and remembering Lizzy's nickname from the talks that they had in the previous years. "I-I...umm... I...” Lizzy looked down and fidgeted with the hem of her towel. “I think I have….umm a problem,” she looked her teacher and blushed remembering what happened earlier and looked back down. “Umm...well first off I want to apologize for umm…before”, she said as she sat down still not looking at her teacher but at her own hand in her lap.”Oh god I can’t do this!” her mind was screaming. “I think that I’m MMM…confused...” she looked up for a split second blushing and getting all teary-eyed. “Umm you know what I think I’ll come back later” she quickly stood up causing the flaps of her towel to move, exposing herself a little. “Ya later would be better” she said reaching for the door still looking at her teacher nervously and teary-eyed. Suddenly her towel dropped reveling several bruises and cuts on her, and she quickly squatted covering herself with the rest of her body. Elizabeth looked at her teacher’s now red face and started to cry. “I can’t live like this anymore!” she cried as she buried her face in her knees her long wet brown hair covering her face. Danielle had let out a very loud gasp as she had seen the bruises and cuts on Lizzy's chest. Inside, she was starting to feel heated up, but she did not want to scare Lizzy... not with her secret. Her red blush started to fade as her face had turned to concern as she had seen Lizzy drop into a squat and start crying. Instantly, Dani moved over closer to Lizzy as she had wrapped an arm around her student and leaned down close to her. "Shh... It's going to be all right. You can live through it. I know that you can." Dani had said in her reassurance. "I can help you through your confusion, I can help you get the medical help that you need... if you can let me." She had said in a soothing tone, even though her body was driving her wild with heat deep inside of her with every touch. Dani was holding back her urges as much as she could as she now tried to come in and move in front of Lizzy. "Please, let me help you." She had asked, hoping to see Lizzy's eyes once again. "I can't help you if you don't talk to me. Please... talk to me, I am not going to leave... ever." She had said, hoping that those words would help Elizabeth get the courage that she had needed once again to speak whatever was on her mind. Lizzy shook her head “you don’t understand” she sobbed as she looked up at her teacher’s face, “it’s not me!” she cried “it’s not me…”. She buried her face in her knees again as images of her father beating her rushed into her head. “Just make it stop” Lizzy hugged her teacher by the waist and just laid there crying in her lap. Bruises could be seen on her shoulders and back. She looked up at her teacher with needy eyes, “please make it stop!” she tightened her hold pulling herself closer to her teacher. She rested her head on Dani’s chest. "Please make it stop" she sobbed closing her eyes and buried her head in her breasts "please....".(sorry its so short I'm having a brain fart lol) Dani had cradled the sobbing Lizzy for what had seemed to be a very long time as she had heard the reasons and the small explanation about what had happened. She knew that this was some sort of abuse that was happening to Lizzy and now was not the time to react on her inner feelings. Holding Lizzy tight and close to her, Dani knew that Lizzy needed Dani in order to escape from where ever the abuse had come from, and she also knew that time was crucial in getting Lizzy out of that abusive environment." I will make it stop. You will not go through this anymore." Dani had said in a comforting tone. "I promise." She had said as she had thought things over for a bit. Remembering from her records, Lizzy was of legal age to move out of her house if she wished so with that thought in mind, Dani took a very deep breath and decided to do something that she was not totally accustomed to doing... and knowing that Lizzy would find out about her secret once she had done so." Come live with me." Dani had said in a hopeful but reassuring tone. "No more will you ever go through this in my place... this I swear. What do you say?" She had asked, knowing that she might not get a response right away... but once could always hope.(It's all right. Your post may have been short, but it opened up a LOT of things) Elizabeth stopped crying long enough to hear what Dani had to say. “R-really? You would really do that for me?” she said whipping her eyes and sat up looking at her teacher with hope. “But I can’t do that to you” she said shaking her head. “I mean what would people say? What would happen to you?”. Hearing Dani’s reassurance she smiled and hugged her “OMG are you serious! You’re the best I love you!” she started to cry, but they were tears of joy. “I promise I won’t be a burden… I promise!!” she started to shiver and looked down and blushed, she had forgotten she was naked. She stood up holding her towel and wrapped it around herself. “Thank you soon much I owe you one big time!” she hugged Dani one last time before running out the door and heading to her gym locker to get dressed. Once she was dressed in jeans and the school’s sweatshirt she headed to the rest of the days classes. When the school bell rang she bolted out of class and headed to the gym and waited for Dani on the bleachers. Seeing Dani exiting the gym brought hope to Lizzy, she ran over to her and hugged her “thank you!” she looked at her teacher and said “do you think you could come with me to my house, so I get some stuff…before my dad gets home?” she tried to laugh off the last part, but tears came to her eyes. Seeing Lizzy's face and feelings change from one of desperation and fear to one of hope and happiness, Dani had let out a wide smile as she had hugged Lizzy. She was glad to help, and she knew of the rumors that would spread around school but right now, she did not care about those. What she had cared about was helping a student escape the tortures of home and having a way out of the fear and the pain that Lizzy had to go through. Dani had thought about those things all day long and every time she had those thoughts come to her mind, the more that she had thought that she had made the right decision. Coming out of the office, Dani was wearing a different pair of jeans with the bottoms tucked into a pair of suede comfort boots, a black long sleeve shirt and a pink T-shirt with the bottom of that T-Shirt protruding underneath the black shirt. Seeing Lizzy coming out of the bleachers, she could not help but to feel the happiness and joy swell through her body as Lizzy had rushed over to hug her once again. Listening to Lizzy's question, she looked back into Lizzy's eyes with some concern, especially seeing that the tears that came out of Lizzy's eyes were telling the story that Dani needed to know... that it was Lizzy's father that the girl hugging her was afraid of. "We can but we have to be quick. Only get what is very important to you and leave, OK?" She had asked as she was leading Lizzy to her car. The short drive in Dani's blue Toyota Solar towards Lizzy's house had started off with some silence. Deep inside, Dani was very nervous about what was to come ahead. Many thoughts had started to surface thought Dani's mind as she was getting out of her work personality and one of being off of work and relaxing finally." I hope that Lizzy will think the same of me at home as she does at school." She had asked herself in her thoughts as she had looked at Lizzy. "Which way to your escape point?" She had asked referring to Lizzy's "Old" House. Lizzy smiled and nodded her head “ok I’ll be quick I promise….. I don’t have a lot of stuff anyway” the last part she mumbled to herself. She immediately put her hood up to avoid the looks and stares from the other students and faculty members before getting in the car. “Thank you again” she said smiling quickly flashing Dani a smile. Once in the car Lizzy went into her deep thinking state“I’m sorry mom I just can’t live like this anymore. But I promise I won’t leave you behind... I promise. Ms. Snow is going to take of me now… bet that if you were able to meet her you would love her too…..but then again if you were alive none of his would be happening now would it” Lizzy chuckled to herself. She was thankful that her hood was up…. She didn’t want Dani to see her crying again. Furthermore, she just that there in deep thought. “Which way to your escape point?” Dani asked her.“Oh umm sorry, you make a left at the light up ahead, and then you have to go through the gate, I’ll talk to the guard” she quickly added seeing Dani’s expression when she mentioned the gate. “Then you take an immediate right, and it’s the last house on the left….the brown one with the huge oak tree in the front yard” she said before turning her head and looking out the window. “Oh g-d please don’t let him be home please!” She prayed.“Lizzy.” Dani said before she turned at the gate. Lizzy quickly whipped her eyes and smiled pulling off the hood that hid her face. “Hey Lawrence” she smiled at the man in the guard house; “I’m just here to pick up some stuff…is my dad home? She smiled and gave him a pleading look.“Nope not yet” Lawrence said Lizzy let out a sigh of relief open hearing those words “ok cool so could you call the house if he gets here before I leave?” Lawrence looked at her smiling as he eyed Dani in the driver’s seat “umm sure, but I need to see your friend’s driver’s license first…for ya know safety reasons” he added seeing Lizzy’s smile fall to what looked like fear. The Large black man’s eyebrow went up and took Dani’s license. He looked at the card and then Dani before scanning it into the computer and handed it back to her. “Lizzy is everything all right? Cause if you’re in some sort of trouble I’m here to help you. You know that right Liz?”“Ya I know that Lawrence and thank you, but please don’t forget to call the house if my dad shows up ok please don’t forget….its umm important” Lizzy said smiling trying to hide the fear that was rushing through her body. Dani drove off to the house “umm could you wait here…in the car?” she said with fear in her eyes. She took out her key and slowly opened her front door, she slipped into her house and bolted up the stairs and into her room. She grabbed her duffle bag and started throwing in her clothes bra and underwear. Furthermore, she went to her bathroom grabbing her iron and makeup. After she threw in her jewelry, she opened her closet and started grabbing her shoes and jeans when she heard her house phone ring, she froze. She let the answering machine answer it. “Hey it’s Lawrence your dad just left the gate...is everything ok?...” Lizzy quickly answered it knowing her father would be pissed if he heard this message “umm ya everything is fine thanks Lawrence” she said with a shaky voice and then hung up the phone. She shoved everything in the bag and was about to leave her room when she turned to grab her mother’s picture. She turned around to face the door and jumped half screaming dropping the picture, her father was standing at her doorway and looked very upset. “Geese dad you scared me” she said forcing herself to smile at him.”Were you going?” her father asked her, Lizzy just stood there looking for the right words to say so he wouldn’t be upset. “Umm just to friends house” she finally said fidgeting with her sweater.”No you’re not, you're leaving me” he said slowly walking towards her. “What, dad no I’m not I’m just going to a friend’s house” she stuttered backing away from him, she knew what was going to happen next. “Don’t you lie to me! You’re leaving me! If you were just going to friends house you wouldn’t be taking your mothers picture with you” he said raising his voice grabbing her wrist. “Dad stop your hurting me!” Lizzy cried and tried to pull her wrist out of his grip. “Why are you leaving me? Do I not provide a roof over your head?! Huh! Do I not give you food to eat!?” he yelled pushing her against the wall. “Dad please stop it! I’m not leaving you!” Lizzy cried as tears started to roll down her face. “I said don’t lie to me!! You ungrateful little bitch!!” He said slapping her across the face hard leaving a large red mark on her cheek. Dani was sitting outside in her car waiting for Lizzy to come back. Deep inside, she had a very deep suspicion that something was wrong between Lizzy and her father, but she could not quite make out the problem. She had waited for longer than the 5 minutes that it took for what she had thought was going to be a quick grab of Lizzy's very personal belongings but when that five minutes was starting to turn towards 10 minutes, that had sounded an alert of concern into Dani's mind."Oh, Gods!... Lizzy, what is happening? Please, Goddess... Don't let me see what I think that I will see." Dani had thought to herself while getting out of her car and thinking of the worst. Moving towards Lizzy's house, she could see the front door still opened and a car inside the driveway that she did not notice earlier. Coming inside the house, her instincts had told Dani that something was wrong... something just did not feel right at all to her as she had walked inside the house and had seen the most appalling thing happening to her in front of her very eyes. Seeing Lizzy's father slapping her on the cheek, Dani had moved by instinct and went in between father and daughter. Normally she would not do this at all, but she could not stand to see this horrific sight unfolding in front of her very eyes." What the FUCK are you doing?! Why the hell are you hitting on an innocent child and hurting her?!" She had said as she had snapped into protective but yet an angry state of mind while moving in front of Lizzy and seeing the father straight into his eyes. "I will NOT allow this to happen to her anymore. If you have to hurt her, you hurt me... and trust me, if you hurt her or hurt me, I will call 911 and take your ass to court so fast, that you will not know which way is loose! You better get the FUCK out of this house and take a VERY DEEP breath and calm down... or else, your life is going to be in a SERIOUS world of hurt. Completed?" Dani had asked, going into a raging but protective mode as she was shuddering deep inside herself but was adamant in protecting Lizzy no matter what. Taking out her cell phone from her pocket, she had flipped open the phone. "You have 15 seconds to leave before I call the cops and report this child abuse. The decision is yours." She had said as she had started to hit the first number of "9", which she was sure that Lizzy's father would hear from the sound of the ringtone. Deep inside herself, Dani was hoping that she would not have to involve the police into this but if she had to, she was very willing to do just that. Lizzy’s father ‘s eyes widened at the sudden appearance of Dani “who the fuck are you?” he yelled “who the fuck is she?” he said looking at Lizzy with rage filled eyes. “Look lady I don’t know who you are or what the fuck you’re doing in MY house, but I want you out of it now!” he yelled at the woman standing between him and his now cowering daughter. Lizzy held onto her cheek and saw Dani standing in front of her through her teary eyes. She slowly bent down and picked up the mother of her picture and held it close to her. Not getting a response from his daughter or the woman he just stood there thinking, “Wait a minute” he said as the wheels turned in his head “you…you’re the reason my baby wants to leave me! What did you do to her?!” he yelled. “You’re the one who has turned her into a sinner!”“No! no not, she didn’t do anything!” Lizzy yelled back at her father “she’s not the reason” she said blushing “YOU ARE!!” she said and then quickly recoiled behind Dani. She felt guilty for using her as a shield but really had no choice right now. Lizzy’s father was taken back and looked at her in disbelief “ME!? What the hell have I done to you?! I have provided for you! I feed you and put the clothes on your back!” he yelled at her. Lizzy shook her head “I know that you do but…but…”“But what?! It’s not enough right!” He turned his attention to Dani “Well then if you could give her more then you take her! She is an ungrateful little bitch whore anyway!” he yelled and then stormed out the room slamming the door. Crashes and loud cursing could be heard down the hall and then a loud slam. Lizzy fell to her knees and broke down crying “why? Why does he hate me so much?” she slowly stood up and put the hood back on her head not letting go of the picture. She grabbed her duffel bag and slowly walked out of her room and down the stairs half expecting her father to come storming out and beat her shitless. She got outside and dragging her bag behind her. Dani opened the car door for her, and she got in and just sat there crying holding onto her mother’s picture, while Dani put her bag in the truck and then got into the car and drove off. Dani was very relieved that she did not have to call 911 at all and in a lot of ways, she had done a favor to Lizzy's father. It was like she was a savior to both of them as she had gone outside and had seen Lizzy put her belongings into Dani's trunk of her car. Getting into her car, she had driven off with Lizzy back towards her place with a lot of hope. Taking many deep breaths, Dani was starting to calm down and let things get back to as normal as she could while taking the long trip across the town. On the outskirts of town, they had arrived as a small cottage that was just outside a large house. Pulling into the driveway of the cottage, Dani had finally calmed down enough to be able to speak from the heart and from her mind at the same time. "Here we are. Your new world of safety and healing." She had said as she had opened the door of her car and opened the trunk, letting Lizzy get her duffel bag and other belongings out. Opening the door to her cottage, Dani let out a small smile as she had invited Lizzy in. "Here we are... Home sweet home. It's not much but you being safe here is what matters the most..." She had said, knowing that Lizzy was seeing Dani's photos of art of two women embracing just above the fireplace hearth." You can take a look around if you like." She had said, knowing that she had a very large backyard at her place and expecting a LOT of questions to come about anything to come. Lizzy slowly got of the car looked around the outside of the cottage, she noticed the large house“I wonder who lives there” she thought as she got her stuff from the trunk.” Here we are... Home sweet home. It's not much but you being safe here is what matters the most..." Dani said as Lizzy dragged her duffle bag into the cottage. Still holding onto her picture she looked around smiling, the cottage had a nice homey feel to it. She walked into the den and stopped short dropping her bag on the floor when she saw the picture above the fireplace one of the women looked very familiar. “I.umm…is that…MMM is that you?” She blurted out blushing. “Cause if it is I have nothing against it....in fact I kinda like it.” Lizzy said tilting her head a little smiling at the picture. She sat down on a chair still holding her mother’s picture very protectively and waited for Dani to respond. Dani looked back at the picture of herself and the other girl in a very tight and sexual embrace and had let out a very deep red blush onto her face. "Yes. That is me on the right... with the short brown hair. The girl on the left... She... well..." She had said, not wanting to explain things but eventually, Lizzy would have to find out about the truth. "She... was a... well... She was a girlfriend that I had held very dear to my heart. She was my life and my soul for the longest time until... until she had left this world in a very bad accident." She had said with a very loud sigh while turning her back from Lizzy." Every day I think about Jana and try to get inspiration from her. She was my rock and my reason for living in this world." She had said, turning around back towards Lizzy looking away for a short bit before looking back at Lizzy right in her eyes. "I know that Jana will want me to move on... but... but... right now.... It's hard." Dani had said letting out small tears of her own. "Maybe someday... someday, I'll find someone like Jana." She had said, sort of revealing her secret to Lizzy but not actually saying it at all. Lizzy watched as her teacher, her mentor, her savior broke down into tears and let out a slight gasp. She had a feeling that she was a lesbian, but it was just a hunch, but that’s not what bothered her right now, seeing her beloved teacher cry was what bothered her.“she...she looks like me when I lost my mother, trying to be all tough and strong but deep down inside she just wants to behold again” Lizzy thought as she put her picture down on top of her duffle bag and started to slowly walk to her teacher.”She’s lost and needs help” she slowly wrapped her arms around Dani’s waist and looked at her in the eyes”she saved me now it’s my turn to save her” she took a deep breath before reaching up and kissing Dani on the lips “well I’m glad you did or else... I. I would have never met you and I would have never been saved…so thank you” she said blushing looking down. She looked up and saw Dani’s shocked face and pulled back and panicked “I’m sorry I… I don’t know what came…over me... I’m soon sorry” she said backing away tripping over her bag and falling on the floor. Dani was in a little bit of a shock as she had felt Lizzy's arms around her waist and then the slow but very gentle kiss on the lips enveloping her like a very soothing wave hitting her on the beach. She was trying to think about what was happening to her and why she was starting to feel like she was wanted again when she had seen Lizzy suddenly pulling away and tripping over her duffel bag and onto the floor." Oh my god. Are you all right?" She had asked, reaching out with her hand and leaning down towards Lizzy. "It... It's my fault. I knew that I shouldn't have showed you this but... but... coming here was the only way... the only way to free you of your pain." She had said wanting to run away herself, but something had kept Dani in place and leaning down towards Lizzy. "It is confusing at first... I know it is... but... take your time. Please?" She had asked in a look of concern, hoping that Lizzy would not run away herself. “Umm ya I’m fine… I’m soon sorry it’s just…well…umm I’m sorry” Lizzy said not looking Dani in the eye and taking her hand. She stood up and looked at the floor picking up her bag and picture “no, no I’m happy you showed this to me and that you brought me here… I really am” she said looking up giving Dani a quick smile blushing a little. She held Dani’s hand and started to tear up again, “I-I‘m sorry” she let go of her hand and just stood there.”MMM is there anywhere I can put my stuff down?” she asked shyly half smiling holding her picture close to her again. She was still nervous that she messed everything up by kissing Dani. Furthermore, she followed Dani to a small room, looking around she smiled she liked it. It was cozy and all hers, she put her duffle on he beds and her picture on the pillow. She turned and gave Dani a quick hug and then backed away smiling “Thank you!”. Suddenly he stomach started to growl very loudly, Lizzy blushed and grabbed her stomach as if to try to shut it up.

Seduction of a Teacher (wolfshadow X Angel_Lina)|rating:4.0

Red Reign (IC)

(IOC thread here)"Extra! Extra!"the news-boy was screaming at the top of his lungs, the exhortations punctuated by the ringing of his bell." Ripper strikes again! Another girl found dead! Police flummoxed! Read all about it, Ripper strikes again""Fool," William Jones muttered to himself. The hansom cab he was in began moving as the street-vendor obstruction before it was cleared, and the news-boy's cries quickly vanished into the thick fog that seemed to permeate all of London these days. The boy was not to blame, of course. He likely had no choice but to sell as many papers as possible to support whatever blighted family he had. He was just a tool. His real scorn was directed at the owners of the paper. Sensationalistic hyperbole like that sold papers, yes. But it also attracted more than just sales. Even in the old days - the "old days" of but a few years ago - it wasn't fully wise to antagonize the police and Her Majesty's Government, by implication or even worse, out in the open. The Prince Regent and his followers were even less tolerant. And if there was one thing that made them even angrier than failure, it was having it rubbed in their nose by a (more-or-less) free press that they were already barely willing to tolerate. He and Emily had had several heated debates over it: her views that as a journalist she had the right and the moral responsibility to highlight the inadequacies of the current ruling clique, and his views that he would not like to see her gang-raped and crucified on the front lawn of Buckingham Palace over it, the currently-vogue punishment for traitors, insurrectionists, anarchists, suffragettes, and Home Rulers. Even dear Emily had had to concede that he had a point there. And of course, that still hadn't stopped her. As the hansom made its way slowly through Westminster en route to his morning appointment, William opened his own paper, figuring to make at least some use of this time. Unsurprisingly, other than the recent spate of murders, the big news of the day was the war. If there's one thing to distract the Prince Consort and his cronies from persecuting papers reporting on the bumbled Ripper case, then it's their chance to persecute papers for reporting on the bumbled war, he thought. Of course, the Ripper case was new, while the war wasn't. Shortly after the Prince Consort had wedded Queen Victoria and become the Prince Consort, assuming her constitutional duties as Lord Protector, he had entered Britain into a full-scale war against the Ottoman Empire. The pretenses were neutrality of the Dardanelles, Ottoman influence over Greece and the newly-independent Balkan states, persecution of Christians and Jews within the Empire - as many reasons as the Prince Consort could come up with. Of course, the real reason, as everyone knew, was his certain - to be politic about it -past disagreements with the Ottomans when he had still been Episode of Wallach. The preparations for war had been difficult from the start, with Germany - Britain's new ally under the Prince Consort - having been making inroads with the Turks for some time. But the Prince Consort had smoothed them over somehow, promising the Kaiser that this was to be a "gentleman's duel" between himself and the Turkish caliph, Father; that no other involvement - from Austria, Russia, Greece, the Balkan states - would be sought or desired. The Prince Consort, of course, just didn't want anyone else getting in the way of, or trying to share credit with, his long desired revenge. Which left Britain in the mess it found itself in now, of course, with the casualties returning in ever-larger streams and nothing to show for it. For the fourth straight month, Brigadier Sir Harry Fleischman was promising that his attempt to seize the Dardanelles would soon be won, while news of another troopship sinking was fueling speculation that the Sikh science-pirate had returned after his reported death several years back. Meanwhile, Sir Francis Barney was threatening to dismiss Parliament if the Irish Home Rule Bill was debated. The truly shocking news was how, after only a few years, William was increasingly finding it difficult to be shocked and upset over news of this sort emanating from the very center of Britain." Here we are, sir." William was jolted out of his reverie by the cab driver, who went around to open his door. William stepped out onto the foggy street, looking around. He had been brought back to Britain shortly after the Royal Wedding from his service in Afghanistan and India, and had run various 'errands' for his masters since. But this was the first time he had been here, had been summoned to the very lion's den itself, the center of this new Great Game. So this was Baker Street, the heart of the Secret Service. Of course, officially there was no Secret Service in Britain. Just as, officially, the rule of law was still observed. Nevertheless, here it was - perhaps the only part in the entire Empire where the various illicit strands of the Secret Service actually ran together. On their own, the Secret Service drew from such disparate groups as Army intelligence (where he had been stationed in the Orient), Scotland Yard and its Special Branch (where he currently, at least officially, was maintained), the Naval Intelligence Department, branches of the War and Foreign Offices, even sections as mundane as the General Post Office and National Telephone Company or civilian groups such as Grey friars School and the Diogenes Club. The informal organization had existed prior to the Royal Marriage, under the auspices of the elder brother of the gentlemen who formerly resided at this address, but following the rise of the Prince Consort, who had felt that he was being improperly protected from his beloved rabble. Therefore, the Great Detective's brother had been replaced, and the Secret Service had been tightened. It once only served to defend the Empire and the interests of Her Majesty's Government. Now, it actively hunted down and dealt -harshly- with those deemed to be a threat, nuisance, or merely disliked by the Prince Consort. And William Jones was part of it. He did not enjoy it, but it was his duty, and he did not shirk from his duty. And, he told himself, it was better to maintain order than face the alternative. A group of men dressed like they were from a medieval pageant, and looking no less dangerous for it, marched passed, chanting some marching song in a guttural Eastern tongue. A branch of the Lord Protector's Own Company, then, the personal guard of the Prince Consort himself, and all afflicted with the same...blood conditions the Consort. So. One ofthemwas here, then. And would no doubt be meeting with him. Inside, a gentleman relieved him of his Wembley revolver and brought him to a cramped waiting area, informing him that he would be received shortly. Pre- or post- Royal Marriage, in Britain or Afghanistan, bureaucracy had to be served. He wondered what the Prince Consort thought of it. In his day, he rather doubted that he had tolerated his chancellors or ministers or whatnot holding him up. However, the time did give William a chance to wonder. Although there was a chance this might be about the war protests, or Home Rule Bill, or suffragettes, or any number of issues, his instincts told him that this was about the Ripper case. It was where his skills were, and his masters would know that. So. The question then remained... Which of the Prince Consort's companions would he be meeting with? Since coming to power, the Prince Consort had stuffed the government and civil service leadership with those that shared his particular...condition, sometimes passing on the condition to those deemed worthy of it but always making use of those with it. Some, such as Lord Ruthie, Sir Francis Barney, Nicholas Knight, John Blaylock, were British born and therefore somewhat palatable to William. But the rest... The Germans were the worst and most numerous, individuals such as Count Orlon, Barlow, on Rowlock, Embassy, Love. Then, there were the Eastern ones, even more barbaric and despotic in their tastes: Yoga, Korea, Hostage, names too twisted to even pronounce. There was even a Frenchman, the fop Lion court who managed to make even the notorious socialite Dorian Gray look respectable, and a certain Count Allamistakeo who, if rumor could be believed, had been a nobleman of Egypt from the time of the pharaohs. All of them like the Prince Consort. All of them grateful to him for granting them a refuge where they need not fear, where they were the acknowledged rulers. Predators at the apex of the food chain, and more than willing to exercise their feudal rights. All of them...(come on, old sport, you can say it) vampires. As if reacting to that thought (and perhaps they really were? That was a disturbing thought in and of itself) the door to the inner office opened, and a male voice called out." Mr. Jones, please do enter." William did, and found himself in a utilitarian room across from two individuals. One, he was shocked to see, was Sophocles Baldrick, M.P. for Funny-on-the-Wol. A hatched-faced man with greasy black hair and perfectly round spectacles, he had a reputation for cunning; along with his support of the Government in Parliament, perhaps it wasn't too surprising that this was who the Prince Consort had found to replace Mycroft Holmes in running the Secret Service. Therefore, William was even more surprised to see that the other individual was a woman. A very attractive woman, one who gave off no indication of warmth in either sense of the word. One of them, therefore, and no doubt the representative of the Lord Protector's Own Company stationed outside." Mr. Jones, you will no doubt be familiar with me," Baldrick was saying. "This is Miss Camilla Bernstein. A representative of the Prince Regent and an official of his guards company. Miss Bernstein, Mr. Jones here is quite the hero to the Empire. Service in Afghanistan and India during our recent struggles there, and service in the Special Branch for me since your patron assumed his constitutional duties here in London. Made quite a name for him self solving little pickles for us. A detective, quite in the manner of this building's former occupant. Did you not assassinate a government tax collector in Nagpur Province, June 19th, 1878?" William coughed, uneasy - despite knowing she had full confidence of the true ruler of the country - to discuss such things in front of a lady, let alone someone like Baldrick, who had no doubt never been near a war in his life. Not that life as a chief intelligence in the climate of modern Britain be all that much safer. "Sir, I am unaware of any such activity or operation - nor would I be disposed to discuss such an operation if it did in fact exist, sir."" Of course, of course." If Baldrick had been holding a file in his hands, William had the impression that he would have shut it in his hands. Of course, the rumors about Baldrick seemed to be true - the wily devil seemed to have no need to operate off of anything other than his memory. "Mr. Jones, I will be quite honest with you. This nation is on the edge of a knife. On the one hand, we have the forces of stability and modernity as embodied by the enlightened rule of our Prince Consort and Lord Protector. And on the other hand, we have the forces of anarchists and Jacobins who would gladly barter away our Empire and place the reigns of the Government into the hands of radicals and women, all in the name of worshiping their false idol of 'progress.' If they have their way, Mr. Jones, Britain will be tilted into a civil conflict the likes of which will make the late unpleasantness in America seem like a walk in the park. And this Ripper business could be the very thing that tips the balance. The man is no doubt a radical, and with every strike of his knife... Well, the mood of the land becomes more and more a democracy. It may be necessary to suspend elections for an emergency government of national unity soon." Baldrick's eyes narrowed, his voice becoming somewhat sly. "Some of our affiliates are working on, ah, preventative measures to protect the rule of law for just such a contingency, but we are not quite ready to deploy them yet. Surely you must have heard rumors of some of them?" Of course William had, and he wished he hadn't. There was the big project at Chatham Dockyard, of course, that almost everyone knew about. A veritable menagerie of noted engineers and scientists were there, most of them imports from the lands formerly inhabited by the Prince Consort and his type: Schultz, Four, More, Traveler, Tesla, Butte ridge, Nebogipfel, Favor, Moriarty. They were said to be working on some sort of two-pronged engineering coup: airship vessels and practical submersible boats similar to the type constructed by the science-pirate. Possible, perhaps, but not for some time. The other project William had heard of was much smaller, gathered at Exam Priory. The three notoriously disbarred English physicians - Moreau, Pretorium, and Jekyll - along with a German, name of Frankel-something-or-the-other. They were said to also have access to the Wold Newton meteorite and some ancient occult grimier seized from the stores of Caliph Father during the current war. William could only - and vastly preferred not to - imagine what ghastly horrors that group might be thinking up. Of course, he had heard of the Prince Consort's attempts to toy with perversions of science." Of course not, Sir," William replied to Baldrick. The weasel-man seemed to relax at that." There, I told you he could be trusted," he said to thenosferatuwoman, then returned his attention to William. "Now, once our programs have been tested and approved, the Government will be in a position to declare total martial law and take any measures needed to restore order. Until then, we cannot allow this Ripper situation to spiral out of control and make the Empire seem weak. Especially with the Yanks armed with their damned Florida Columbia and if the rumors of this French fulgurate are true... We cannot allow this nation to have a science-gap!" Baldrick slammed his desk with a balled fist, and William could only assume that this was some sort of personal obsession with the nation's intelligence chief. Baldrick seemed to calm himself after that outburst, and his thin smile returned." Well, you need not concern yourself with those things, Mr. Jones. Instead, concern yourself with solving this damnable mess with the Ripper. The sooner and quieter, the better. You will be working with Miss Bernstein on this. The Prince Consort has become personally involved in this matter, and she is his personal representative. You will cooperate with her, I trust I am making myself clear. Now, then." Baldrick handed William a sheet of paper, signed and stamped in multiple places." This is your personal authorization slip, signed by Sir Francis and the Prince Consort and around half a dozen other mucky-mucks, giving you full authority to become involved in the police investigation, civil government, anything you want."" Thank you, Sir," William said, somewhat taken aback. "I will not let you down."" For both of our sakes, I should hope not, Mr. Jones. Needless to say, a swift resolution to this unpleasantness will see you a nice promotion, perhaps even a knighthood. If you fail...well, if the nation survives, then you will likely not be there to see it. Now, if you will excuse me, matters of state and all that..." William wondered if Baldrick knew about Emily, and if his offer of a knighthood was tailored around an implication that if they could help him win her should he succeed, then they could also make her vanish if he failed. Wordlessly, thenosferatuwoman followed him outside - still foggy, but at least somewhat brighter than the dingy interior of 221 Baker Street, with the hansom cab still waiting for him -them, now, he supposed. He pulled out his commission, looking it over. Signed by the Prince Consort himself. This was the closest he had ever been to the Queen's new husband. His signature was sprawling, barely legible - the Prince Consort, it was rumored, could barely read and write even in his native Rumanian - but it was there, nevertheless. DRACULA​William folded the paper, placing it back into his jacket, and then turned to his companion, addressing her for the first time." So tell me, Miss Bernstein. Not to be blunt, but have you had any experience in this sort of situation before?" Camilla KarnsteinEngland was a strange country. Carmilla Bernstein pulled the curtain which obscured the interior of her carriage aside to look at the street. They believed themselves to be so different the English. As if set apart from the rest of the human race. They clothed themselves in fickle pretensions of being the Chosen People, with the Mother of all Parliaments and the Workshop of the World. The dark-haired woman smiled, or at least barred her teeth as she contemplated the silly notions which the humans entertained. It was true, England was indeed set apart from the rest of the world but only in aspect. It was soft. This country had grown comfortable, her citizens shielded behind the moat of the English Channel, thinking themselves too modern; Camilla shuddered at the word, the enlightened custodians of industry and progress, and yet with the same ingrained reverence for names and titles like the people back home. It was a combination of the exceedingly modern and the stubbornly feudal which had made it so simple to just overrun the country. That, and the fact that England did not expect the enemy to strike at the very heart of her treasured Empire. The English had this novel idea that the battles they would have to face to secure her takings would be fought on the very edges of the Empire like the mountains of the Hindu Kush, or the plains of Ishandwana. Carmilla smiled again, this time a more heartfelt one, which revealed the unnaturally pointed incisors. No, they were definitively not God’s chosen people. The truth was less poetic than so and served to set them less apart from the rest of the world, owing to the simple fact that Englishman and Pashto alike were but one thing. Prey. Well perhaps not all of them. Camilla had to concede. There were those of a particularly interesting breed which would be suitable for ‘refinement’. That was the way of nature; some specimens displayed the necessary traits, and could be used to improve the stock. Not that their numbers had ever been that great, there was no point in creating more competition for the resources. Besides the Nosferatu were as altruistic as cats, the current situation brought about by the Lord Protector was a historical anomaly, but nonetheless a success. England and her Empire had been put under the rule of the Lord Protector and thus ensuring quite the formidable foundation of power for the Nosferatu. Carmilla was interrupted in her reveries as the pace of the carriage dropped when the driver reined in the horses outside the nondescript building at 221 Baker Street. It was almost laughable the way the so-called intelligences and their wish to remain inconspicuous, something which they had strived for even before the Lord Protector came to power. The games the humans indulged in, Camilla mused as she got out of the carriage and scanned the street. The guardsmen had already taken up position, making sure that nothing unexpected occurred during her visit. Not that it was likely, and furthermore she didn’t exactly need any, put the English were fond of keeping up appearances, and when in Rome… She gracefully entered the building, seemingly ignoring the various clerks and servants who soundlessly scurried through the surprisingly spacious house at Baker Street. One of them, dressed impeccably in a dark suit deferentially guided her to the office of Baldrick, The man must have some skills, although they had hitherto eluded Camilla. Her general approach to mortals were one of indifference although a select few of them were worthy of her attention for other reasons than mere sustenance. Others were capable of performing the necessary tasks to smooth out the creases of existence, but the vast majority did not qualify for any deeper concern or thought. Sophocles Baldrick was the exception to the rule. The man’s very existence chafed her nerves. Back in the Old Country she would not have hesitated to put a particularly painful end to the same. Seeing how unappealing the man was he would surely not serve any other purpose than being made sport of. There were a number of the less discerning members of her select caste who had taken such pastimes to perfection. It was the only purpose the horrible little man would serve, by the smell of him he was thoroughly unpalatable. Carmilla nodded, almost imperceptibly so, when the head of the intelligence service bid her welcome. There was no reason not to treat even such loathsome an example with rudeness, although when he tried to kiss her hand the response he got was a show of incisors as well as a low growl, almost as imperceptible as the nod she had offered before. The result was immediately visible, the little man quickly taking refuge behind his desk, shuffling some papers as he tried to compose himself. For what it was worth it was quite the enjoyable scene, although the pleasure was fleeting. It was one of the major drawbacks of being a resident in England, not being able to partake in the simple pleasure of the hunt. The Lord Protector had banned all such activities on the British mainland, and with the possible introduction of Irish Home Rule, the same would go for Ireland. It was lamentable, but as the Lord Protector had said, new times required new measures, and in due time things would once more revert to the old and familiar. And time was something which Camilla’s kind possessed in abundance. There was a knock on the door as the investigator Jones was ushered in and given the briefing by Baldrick. Investigator, the word did not sit well with her, nor the implications it carried. Back in the Old Country there was no such thing as a civil law enforcement agency comparable to the English police. There was simply no need for it. Justice was what the lord or lady of the area decided, and needless to say, they were all Nosferatu. When the current crisis was sorted out, then hopefully the Lord Protector would see fit to institute the same order here. She listened as Baldrick kept droning about the dire implications of failure all the while she assumed a face of being royally bored. It was not an act as such. Camilla did not wholly understand why this Ripper character posed such a threat to the stability of the realm. For what was known about the murders, they had all been carried out among the lowest possible order of prey. It shouldn’t be something which bothered the ruling classes, but it seemed that even the Lord Protector had been affected by the airs and graces of England. Subtlety was all very well but not to the point when one lowered oneself to the level of the ruled. Contemplating this, Camilla thus followed Mr William Jones out on Baker Street, and for the first time taking a moment to study the human she had been assigned. She took a step forward and with the same fascination as a natural scientist who had stumbled upon a particularly interesting specimen she lifted his cheek and turned his head to the side.“You seem to be in possession of the unrefined tenacity which counts for intelligence among your class.” She pushed he nails into his skin as she turned his head further to the left.“Features speak of rather humble origins, although decent stock. A bit of a hobby of mine Inspector, one cannot help but take an interest.” Camilla’s English was word-perfect, although she could not disguise her Eastern origins as far as the accent went.“Now about my experience? Where I come from we do not worry about such things as investigations Inspector. If a villager has committed a crime it’s customary, and I might add prudent, to make sure that entire population is shown the error of their ways. After all you are social animals, and if one strays then one better make sure that the faulty individual has not spread the disease.” She smiled, or at least showed her teeth, noticing how the inspector pulled back as the canines were revealed.“Shall we perhaps take a look at the ‘scene of the crime’ inspector? Maybe you can show me the marvels of modern forensic science.” William Jones William did not flinch when the fingers of Miss Bernstein touched his face. No, instead he went perfectly still, almost as rigid as her fingers themselves. Several minutes ago, certainly less than a quarter-hour, she had become the first of the vampire-kind he had seen personally and at close range. Now, she had also become the first of the undead that he had come into direct contact with. The situation, along with the sensation, was decidedly unpleasant and equally unwanted. Her fingers were as cold and unyielding as iron. Baldrick's men had returned his Wembley to him as they left the 221 Baker Street complex, and as Miss Bernstein began to tilt his head to the left, William felt his right hand start to slide towards his concealed holster. It was an act of instinct whenever he was in danger, and he had to consciously force himself to halt it. Instinct it might be, but thenosferatuwere known for being creatures of even greater and ingrained instinct. If he were to truly make a threatening move, how might she react? It seemed unlikely she would truly drink from him, here and now. He was not unafraid of her; he was not that stupid. It took bravery to let her undead hands play with him, even in this manner. If she ever did make an attempt to drink from him, William vowed that she would be made to pay more for it than just this. Even with the prohibitions and drives to collect it under the new government, there was a reason William had paid extra to see to it that his bullets contained silver cores." I will assume your words were compliments, and take them in the spirit they were intended," William stated as Miss Bernstein released him, regaling him with the observations of her utterly charming 'hobby'. He adjusted his four-in-hand, less due to any imperfections her touch had introduced than as a way to will away the lingering cold of it. "However, I will ask that you refrain from conducting a similar inspection in the future. Those who are unfamiliar may take it as a sign of inappropriate intimacy between the two of us and I would not see your reputation besmirched so." William likely cared for her reputation even less than the vampire herself did, and she no doubt knew it. But it was a convenient point to use to get his demand across with a minimum of fuss." I trust you will understand and take no offense at it." William met her green gaze with his own gunmetal gray eyes, but only for an instant. He trusted that caused his sincerity on the topic to come across, and when he broke the gaze, he did not feel that he lost his willpower, become her thrall, or had otherwise been Mesmerically influenced by Miss Bernstein. He had no idea whether vampires could truly read minds and hypnotically ensnare through meeting their gaze, or whether only some vampires could, or if so, how long it took. When it came down to it, there was far too little known about vampires by either himself, or even most self-proclaimed 'experts' as Doctor Pretorium or the late Professor Van Helsing. Which perhaps was part of the reason this investigation was taking so long. William had not assumed that the 'liaison' he would be appointed would know much of modern investigative policing, and Miss Bernstein's next words confirmed it. However, perhaps she would prove of some use beyond terrorizing others into compliance and a reminder that, even in this criminal investigation, the police were subjected to the oversight of the undead. Certainly, that was what her superiors - by which he primarily meant the Prince Consort - had in mind when handing her this assignment. William wondered whether it was seen as an easy assignment or as a punishment by Miss Bernstein, and decided it was perhaps better not to ask." As for the scene of the crime, that is no doubt an excellent place to begin," William allowed, opening the door to his own carriage, and allowing her entrance first, before climbing in after her. He thumped the front panel of the hansom. "Thirteen Miller's Court, Dorset Street, Spitalfields," he called out to the driver. In a moment more, the carriage was off, going through the fog that shrouded Westminster. It was not surprising that London was foggy, of course; that was one of its claims to worldwide fame. But fog this thick, fog that seemed to grow thicker as the day went on, and the sun grew stronger... It was not normal. Not natural. As if the city itself was ill, and this was once of its symptoms. Again, William kept that thought to himself. Although if vampires could truly read minds, then it might not matter, however he cut it. Another bad choice of words. To offer himself a distraction, William sat back against the carriage, studying his new companion. She was tall, especially for a lady, at several inches short of six feet. Her dark brown hair was worn in curls with a little hat perched on top, skin obviously very pale, green eyes a startling emerald color that seemed to sparkle and glow of their own accord. Dressed in a dress that accentuated her slender figure, in a somber black color that matched that of her hat. Very far from Emily, his precious English-born rose, but equally far from ugly. He remembered the feel of her fingers on his throat, her - quite literally - iron grasp. Attractive, perhaps, but the only Christian blood that flowed in her veins was blood that she had siphoned out of good Englishmen. Perhaps the only Christian blood she had had within her for centuries, given her implied origins to the East. Just because she looked to be in her early twenties - the same age as his Emily, perhaps - meant little to those who shared her same affliction of the blood. William himself was in his mid-thirties, but depending on the situation, could make himself look either ten years older or younger. In his particular line of employment, the ability to have an inconspicuous appearance such as his was a necessity. Brown, curly hair (currently) with thick sideburns, facial features that were neither strikingly handsome nor hideous, a build that was well off but not particularly memorable. Just as he preferred it. And, in ways that he was sure extended far beyond the physical, as different from Miss Bernstein as night was from day, if the implication of that particular allusion could be overlooked. Her age had brought up another point of interest to William. She had seemed to take great glee in using terms that would seem at home with Mr. Darwin and followers of his scientific model in illustrating her hobby to him. Yet, she came from an Eastern state that was barely out of the Dark Ages, still sunk in a culture of pre-industrial superstition and terror. Yet she seemed more than willing to cross the two, seemingly opposite, paradigms. The few other undead he had heard illustrated in detail seemed much the same way, none less so than the current Prince Consort. Shortly after the Royal Marriage, he had voiced his admiration of the late science-pirate, and there had still been enough relative independence of the press and popular institutions to cause no minor social scandal. And then, there were his well known fixations on airships and submersible boats and electrical equipment. William had heard that his latest idea was to commission a fleet of navigable airships equipped with telegraph cables and electrical lanterns to patrol London at night. This had come just after the announcement that Martin Wider, along with the renowned mathematician James Moriarty, the incomparable industrialist-inventor Sir Josiah Traveler, and a group of exiles from the eastern nation of Erewhon - had been commissioned to build a steam-powered difference engine that could instantaneously conduct complex calculations, store data paperless, and even collate and extrapolate such information without an attendant supervisor. It was intended to assist in solving cases much like the Ripper matter, but yet had been little assistance. Still, the popular Sir Josiah had maintained that it would only be a matter of time before a truly effective and capable 'Darwinian machine' was made. Personally, William viewed it as the Prince Consort's desire to use modern science to project his direct power in ways that the primitive industry of medieval Wallach could never allow. Telegraphs, mass production, and locomotive transport were just as, if not more, potent tools for the propagation of tyranny as they were for the freedom of politics and economics that Britain once stood for. And then - and this was full speculation on the part of William - there was perhaps the Prince Consort's views on America. Even more thoroughly than Revolutionary France, the Americans had eliminated any and all concepts of nobility and monarchy from their social consciousness, anathema to the mindset of a medieval prince. Even worse, in his mind, was that there were almost no cases of vampires in the United States, beyond a few notables in Richmond and Rhode Island or the European transplants that seemed to accumulate in New Orleans for some reason or another. And America was huge, containing in a single country an appreciable amount of the space and resources of the Empire of Britain. An appreciable amount of the resources, and a growing amount of the industry. Americans had a love for science and industry and progress, even Moreno than the Britons, an appreciation that seemed to be growing at an even more rapid pace. Their recent Confederate War had seen the American military develop automatic rifles, war balloons, submersible boats and ironclads. Since the war's end, that progress had only exploded: the Baltimore Gun Club had managed to send three explorers in an oversized artillery shell on a journey from the Earth to the Moon and around it, and a number of enterprising individuals, such as Johnny Brained and Professor Archibald Champion had constructed a number of automaton 'steam men', used as anything from industrial workers to carriage-pullers to soldiers. If the Prince Consort was to prevent the spread of such revolutionary unpalatable ideas as American concepts of freedom and equality, his New Britain would need to be able to counteract American ingenuity. William had no doubt that Britain would soon overrun the armies of the Ottoman Empire; the sick man of Europe was no match to the world's greatest empire, under the tyranny of the undead or not. And when the Prince Consort had finally finished old national vendetta, William wondered how long it would take him to turn his sights across the Atlantic at starting a new one. All that rested far in the future, of course, a future that could not occur if the new order of thenosferatuwas undone by some Democratic violence inspired by the Ripper matters. And so, as they made their way to the latest murder, William attempted to engage in small talk with his partner. She responded coolly but politely, yet the questions were banal even to William, and he was actually pleased when the carriage finally stopped in front of their destination. Stepping out, he closed the door behind Miss Bernstein, and greeted the fellow inspector who met him." Hello, Gregory." He flashed the notice given him by Baldrick. "It seems that someone up high is looking out for me. Looks like I'm to take charge of this whole unpleasantness. And may I introduce my new partner. Miss Camilla Bernstein, of the Lord Protector's Own Company. Miss Bernstein, this is Inspector Gregory Lestrade."" Miss Bernstein." Inspector Lestrade bowed, then turned his attention back to William. "As for, all I can say is that someone was not doing you a favor by giving you this case. I could tell you more, but perhaps showing you would be better." He leads the two of them up the stairs of the rickety, run-down apartment complex. "Name's Marie Jeanette Kelly. A pressie - begging your pardon, of course, Ma'am - just like the other four."" Have you searched the room yet?" William asked, and was surprised as the usually serious Lestrade laughed." Evidence? In there? Good luck, Sir, good luck. I don't think we'll ever catch him, the devil - and that may just well be what he is." Although he was absolutely devoid of reason, William knew him to be as tenacious as a bulldog when he once understood what he had to do, and, indeed, it was just that tenacity which brought him to the top at Scotland Yard. To see Lestrade react in such a way did not give William a hopeful feeling, and he tightened his resolve. They finally approached a cordoned off door with several PCs guarding outside, and Lestrade gestured." The room's in there. If you'll excuse me, I don't think I will be heading in." William nodded, then, steeling himself once more, stepped through the door. William had served in the Army, at Mai wand and Kandahar and in a rather more selective but no less gruesome manner, and believed himself to be impervious to scenes of human carnage. But the aftermath of the battlefield, or the opium den or any other place where William had guided men into the afterlife, could not match this. He had been in India when Dr. Moreau had been arrested (only to be granted a royal reprieve a short while later by the Prince Consort) but from the reports, and first-hand accounts of police he had known involved in the matter, William imagined his vivisectorium had looked something like this. There was nobody. There were barely even recognizable bones or organs. Instead, most of what had been Marie Jeanette Kelly was now a jell-red paste smeared over every surface area of the room. A thick, still-scarlet pace, mixed with the occasional dark chunks of what had presumably been her liver or kidneys or stomach. Above her dresser, William observed a blue eye, glued to the wall by the blood, staring back at him. It was at that point that he turned and walked out of the room. Miss Bernstein followed shortly later. He did not want to know what sensations such a sight brought up in her. Lestrade was outside, standing next to a messenger. "It seems that Sir Frederick would like for you to meet with him, once you're done here." William nodded. Following the Royal Marriage, the Prince Consort had seen to establish a series of military police garrisons in the major metropolitan areas of the Home Island, seemingly to protect himself from the throngs of his adoring subjects throwing himself into his embrace. Major-General Sir Frederick Knight was the commander of the London Military Garrison. He was also William's former commander from his days in India." I think we are done here, unless you would like more time to look over the crime scene, Miss Bernstein?" he asked. "I will expect a full report on my desk as soon as it is done... Oh," he added, a thought occurring to him at that moment. "See which organs are intact, and which other ones can be identified." Leaving Lestrade to contemplate his unenviable new instructions, William and Miss Bernstein returned to the carriage, heading back towards Whitehall and the military garrison headquarters there." To be perfectly honest," William began speaking, his consternation at the case overcoming his personal feelings towards Miss Bernstein, "we have no firm idea on whether all the Ripper victims have been, ah...of a similar physical nature as yourself, or 'warms', as I believe the currently vogue nomenclature is. Or if some of them have been warm and somenosferatu. We have sent samples of blood and skin back to Exam Priory for analysis, but they have been rather unhelpful in returning our communications." He did not bother to leave the distaste from his voice as he spoke of the intellectual team assembled at the ancient and reportedly haunted priory. Henry Jekyll, Alphonse Moreau, and Sections Pretorium might be the leading physicians, physiologist and biological scientists in Britain, but to William, they were monsters themselves. Which brought him to another point..." In any case, we are not even sure whether the Ripper himself is warm Nosferatu. It is not as though the concept of brutal murder did not predate the Royal Marriage. After all," and William now looked directly ahead, at the opposite end of the carriage from Miss Bernstein. "After all, not all monsters require a supernatural origin." In any case," he continued somewhat more easily, "the bottom line is that whatever the nature of the Ripper or his victims are, the Royal Family and Her Majesty's Government see it as a warm anarchist attacking vampire women, and those inclined towards, ah, self-rulesee it as a vampire preying upon warm women. And so both groups are increasingly radicalized and polarized. Ah, here we are." The carriage was at a stop now, and the driver opening the door. The London Military Garrison was based from the Horse Guards building, and the two of them were guided inside, to the office of the London Military Police Commandant. In the waiting room outside, they were greeted by Sir Frederick's attaché." Sergeant, so nice to see you again," Colonel Sebastian Moran spoke in a decidedly patronizing voice. The son of noted government minister Sir Augustus Moran, Moran had achieved his position largely through the influence of his father, and having been Mentioned in Despatches during the campaign in Afghanistan did not elevate William's opinion of him one bit. "And who is your charming companion?" Moran eyed Miss Bernstein the same way William had seen him eye a particularly appealing tiger for his collection." Inspector, now, Colonel Moran, if you please. All that military mucky-muck is behind me, now. Just a regular bobby in the Yard, I am, now." William smiled. "This is Miss Camilla Bernstein of the Lord Protector's Own Company." William enjoyed seeing Moran turn nearly as pale as thenosferatuat that. "I believe Sir Frederick is expecting us?"" Mmm. Indeed," Moran replied coolly, still eying Miss Bernstein but in a rather different light. Sir Frederick had been William's commanding officer during his time as a 'disposer of trouble' in India, and as the general's adjutant, Moran was aware of such activities also - and that William surely was anything but the agreeable, humble constable he claimed." Unfortunately," the colonel continued, "he is rather occupied now with a guest of a different matter, although I imagine the topics of conversation are the same. Sir Dancers Care." One of the more radical members of the House, in other words. "I am sure that I need not expound on how an M.P. can speak at some length over a non-issue. Now that he is supplied with a matter of actual substance, who can tell how long he could go on for?"" I see," William answered, once more growing weary of having politicians of any stripe bounce him around in the manner of a whiff-wharf ball. "In that case-"A feminine voice from behind him suddenly startled him from his planned rebuttal to Moran." William?" Then, a second later,"Mr. William Jones, is that you?" He turned around, smiling. "Miss Knight," he said. "How lovely to see you again." Miss Knight smiled in return, extending her hand for him to kiss. Major-General Sir Frederick Knight was not merely the Military Commandant of London and his former commander in India and Afghanistan. He was also the father of Emily Knight. William's fiancé. A fact that Sir Frederick was not aware of." Where are my manners," he said a moment later. "Miss Bernstein, this is Miss Emily Knight, Sir Frederick's daughter. Miss Knight, this is Miss Camilla Bernstein of the Lord Protector's Own Company. We were just here to speak to your father on official matter, but it appears that Sir Dancers Care has already spoken for him." As the two women engaged in small pleasantries, William was left all too aware of the rumored vampire ability to read the contents of another's mind. As such, he tried to control his emotions and facial features as much as possible, a talent he had some familiarity with, but when Miss Knight - Emily - asked him if she could speak to him privately, of a personal matter pertaining to her father, William was more than happy to agree, for more than one reason." If you excuse me for a moment, Miss Bernstein, I am sure that we will not be long," he said, before walking down the hall to an empty office with Emily, and was more than pleased to leave Miss Bernstein and Colonel Moran alone with each other for company. Then, when they were alone in the office, Emily raised her lips to his, and all thoughts of such unpleasant individuals as Moran or Camilla left his mind. Emily Knight The fashion of day was clearly designed by a man, that was Emily’s final conclusion as she struggled to keep her skirts at a modest level whilst moving along the street as quickly as her neatly laced ankle boots would allow. Not only did the sheer number of skirts and underclothes mean that passing through crowded places was more than a little difficult, the tight-fitting corset beneath meant breathing had to be kept at a calm pace lest the wearer risk a fainting spell. The fact thatniceyoung ladies were not meant to walk at speed for any reason was irrelevant in her mind. Emily was running late and so rush she must. Emily had an appointment with her father, one she was genuinely looking forward to keeping, but it was proceeded by an appointment of a completely different nature, for a cause that was equally close to her heart as her father was. A meeting for the supporters of women’s rights, for those seeking equal suffrage for the ‘fairer’ sex, for other women like herself who had long since grown tired of a world where simply being born a woman meant you gave up certain privileges automatically granted to men. She finally reached her destination, walking there took her longer but taking a hansom meant her route could be traced back to their meeting place and that was something she simply could not risk. Upon reaching the gates of the Horse Guards, she smiled at the soldier at the door and explained who she was and that she was here to see Major-General Sir Frederick Knight. She was quickly escorted inside to the waiting room, he was of course running late with a previous appointment. Sighing, Emily moved to take a seat. Usually the wait for her father to finish his other appointments was tedious in the extreme but as she glanced around the room she saw that today it would seem otherwise.” William...?” Emily winced instantaneously as the familiar name left her lips in an all too familiar way. “Mr. William Jones, is that you…?” She quickly amended, her mouth curving into an unstoppable smile as she watched him turn, and her bright blue eyes met the eyes she knew so well." Miss Knight," he said. "How lovely to see you again." Emily somehow managed to suppress the thrill of excitement that raced through her as his lips pressed against the back of her gloved hand. The fine lace kept his lips from actually brushing her skin but the pressure of them and their warmth was enough to affect her. Here was another secret she kept from so many others. Here, before her, stood her love." Where are my manners," William said a moment later, causing Emily to sigh ever so slightly as the connection between their eyes was broken. "Miss Bernstein, this is Miss Emily Knight, Sir Frederick's daughter. Miss Knight, this is Miss Camilla Bernstein of the Lord Protector's Own Company. We were just here to speak to your father on official matter, but it appears that Sir Dancers Care has already spoken for him." Instantly Emily tried to blank her mind as she smiled at the other woman. A member of the Lord Protector’s Own Company could mean only one thing.“Delighted to meet your acquaintance, Miss Bernstein…” Emily bobbed a slight but polite courtesy at the tall, dark and rather beautiful woman before her. The action was mirrored with little emotion in it.“Mr Jones, as my father is apparently otherwise occupied, might I crave a few moments of your time and have a private word with you about some family business…? I would not want to take you away from your duties...” She glanced towards the woman beside him with feigned concern but stressed the word ‘family’ as to emphasize the purpose of their discussion meaning her attendance would not be suitable. After making his excuses to the woman and the other gentleman they had been standing with, William quickly took a light, and perfectly correct, hold upon her elbow and guided her down the corridor to an unused office. No sooner had he closed the door behind them than she moved towards him in a perfectly incorrect manner. She pressed her lips eagerly to his, her arms slipping easily up and around his neck, drawing their bodies closer. Sighing as the long desired connection between them was made. All they had were stolen moments, secret meetings, they had to make the most of the time they found together. Locks of her honey colored hair fell down around her brow as their lips kissed and kissed again. Her fingers raising to curl into his hair, shivering with barely contained excitement as she felt his hands run down her back to rest around her waist.“I missed you…” She whispered into his ear between kisses that had found themselves growing more and more heated, her tone breathless and ever so slightly hungry as they drew back from one another to look into one another’s eyes.“I confess, I had hoped to see you soon, my dearest William…but I hadn’t thought a visit to my Father’s office would grant my wish…” She sighed, kissing him again and then moving her lips along his jawline. “When will I see you again…properly…? Will you be able to come and visit Father at home soon do you think?” She asked hesitantly, longingly, her teeth catching on her lower lip. A slight frown creased her brow for an instant. “What brings you and that woman here to see Father…?” Her voice tightened over the word woman, but it was not from jealousy, Emily loved William far beyond the touch of the green-eyed monster. Her voice tightened from pure concern.

Red Reign (IC)|rating:4.0

Primrose Academy - Matsumoto Hall [Hentai System RPG]

(Hall is the heart of student culture at Primrose. A long, two-story building with shops and services along the entire length, almost anything can be bought or sold here. While alcohol and smoking is supposed to be illegal on campus, there is a liquor store and smoke shop, as well as adult shop, several cafés and restraints, a walk-in clinic, gaming shops, clothing shops, even a small grocery store. The entire place feels like a mall, which it certainly is. Music is provided courtesy of the university radio, BDFM, often with REI herself on the radio playing music and being her adorable self, the studio located behind a glass booth in the mall overlooking the food court. The place is always hopping and never closes, meaning food and fun are available 24/7. To the north is the Quad (and to the south is the Dormitories. "Conchita! It's me, the ever lovely Each here on BDFM, where the party never stops!" Spinning in her chair, REI giggled and pulled the microphone a little closer, "So guys, new year, new parties, boohoo! Tonight down in the Quad, we's going to have soon much good food and drink drink and of course I'm going to be out there playing lots of awesome musics for Yousuf... so if you don't show up, no Each!" Outside her little studio, separated by glass, was Matsumoto Hall, the amazing fun place where everyone hung out. REI waved to the friendly people outside the glass, giggling, "So OK, get this! Professor Yamamoto got punted last night when three boys wearing dresses jumped him and stole his pants! It was soon crazy! He was ranting all during class this morning! If you know where Mr. Yamamoto's pants are, please give them back, I think he had a cookie in there." Grabbing a CD and making it spin around her finger, she popped it into the CD tray and started it playing, "So it's music time with everyone's favorite, Miku Hatsune, singing Magnet." (Tsunami (#msg6215083)Miku thought that she could know the place a little more, before tonight's party. Primrose Academy sure was large and seemed to be a nice school indeed. Stepping in the Hall, the first thing she saw was the game store. Miku's eyes widened at the vision. It had been awhile since she played in that arcade machines, and seeing them awakened her urge to play. She ran to the store, making her white pleated skirt flutter, almost showing how at ease she was under it. Once there, Miku bought some coins for the machine and chose a good old fighting game. She thought that she were very rusty, but quickly her old good form came back. Miku could defeat anyone in these games in her golden days. Easily defeating the CPU opponents, she wished for a skilled human adversary to get some real fun. Miyu kept playing, unaware of her surroundings. Her breasts, inside her black sleeveless blouse, bounced a little every time she moved the lever for a harder move. Sometimes, whenever she was on a tight situation in the game, she leaned forward, cutely raising her rear a little. After some time playing like this, she drew a few glances for herself. Youth on the other hand was going to relieve some stress after the first day. Academics were always a struggle for him, yet he knew it was a requirement. His eyes were affixed upon the game store, and he went in without a moments pause. The school uniform fit him well enough, but it was never his style. Having a look around he smiled to himself as things felt fine now. It was familiar territory, and it was making him feel more comfortable already. He had to play a few games just to get things going. Looking around he saw a fighting game he was familiar with. He had the home version and had played the living hell out of it against the CPU and occasionally human opponents. From the monitor it looked like someone was absolutely tearing up the computer, and he smiled at that. This could be a touch of fun. Sitting himself down he took up one of the coins and paid up. On the screen it asked if you wanted to challenge the current player or face the arcade mode. The machine rings out"HERE COMES A NEW CHALLENGER!"as was wont to do, and now it was time to pick a character. Then he spoke up." Love this game." Made him always think fondly of the hours spent just trying to beat that one boss or challenging himself to push the envelope. It was wonderful. He of course couldn't see who was seated across from him, but hopefully it would go well. (Tsunami (#msg6215083)Miku smirked when the machine announced a new challenger. Now the real fun was about to start. Miku watched closely which character her opponent chose, trying to remember the best strategies to beat him. She sighed deeply and stretched her hands. Miku was about to give a show. The first round started, and Miku, with her eyes glued to the screen, skillfully evaded most of his attacks. Yes, he or she was a good a player, she thought. But not good enough to her. ATER studying her opponent moves for enough time, she ended the round within seconds. The machine said"PLAYER 1 WINS!"and, AFER a dramatic pause, it screamed"PERFECT!!". Ah, that was music to her ears. Now there was the second round. The last one, for Miku. Once again, she started to avoid all of his attacks, but now it was more to mock than study her opponent. And, once again, another perfect round after some seconds. Miku laughed, saying to her challenger, looking at the screen:"He, go back home, newbie! You can't defeat me!" Youth let his head rest against the control after that complete trashing he suffered at the hands of this girl who mocked him for this game. It made him sick that he could be so toyed with and soundly. However, Youth was a very stubborn player. As such he didn't let the timer run out. Instead, at the "1" marker the chime came on that a credit had been acquired and then a beautiful roar that always sent the fuel back into him in the old days came out of the machine. He just had to pick someone better, maybe. Perhaps then he stood a -"KNOCKOUT!" On the other side another Perfect came out and then another soon afterward and Youth had his jaw drop to the floor. It was crazy, it was like the girl was just stealing from the poor boy at this point. Her voice rang out in echo of what she said the first time, and now it got under his skin. He was going to use his best character. That character he used all the damn time in this game. Again another chime came out followed by a lions roar as the third time was the charm. This time he was determined to give it his A-game. It was that one boss all over again. It wasn't about pride, it was about proven that you can actually do it even when yer forced to endure it. Hopefully he could at the very least prove a challenge and maybe even get a knockout on her on the first round just to surprise her, thinking he was just trying any character that looked cool enough to beat her. He didn't expect to win but he hoped. (Tsunami (#msg6215083)At least he was persistent. After 4 rounds, losing by perfects, most challengers just withdraw from the game, trying to give an excuse for the inexcusable. Miku smirked, ready to give him a new lesson. This time, he chose a most popular character and, for this very reason, the character which Miku best knew to play against." This char? Now I'm disappointed. This won't last long," she said out loud, trying to frighten him. The match started. This time he learned his lessons and didn't just try to attack her. "So, he changed his strategy, uh? Well, I'll show him that I can play in the offensive too...", she thought, smashing the buttons frenetically. Her eyes widened when she saw the impossible in the screen: he counter-attacked her!! Mad from losing the chance for another perfect, Miku lost her cool and acted like a newbie in the game, attacking relentlessly. Of course, he just took advantage of that and ended winning the first round." Whaaaat?!", she said, her jaws wide open. How can she do such a rookie mistake? Now this is serious business. She could've done her mistakes, but she had to admit that he was a perfect player for taking advantage from it." Ok, you're not so bad. I think I can stop kidding around.," she said, with her eyes focused on the screen. Now her own reputation was in the line. Miku sighed deeply and stretched her hands again. The second round started, and this time Miku won on a heartbeat, since she was more focused. But, again, no perfect. It upset her a little. Then, the third round came. This time Miku fought even more fiercely, and she was about to win untouched. But, her challenger, on his final move before losing to her, managed to hit her once. It was almost a defeat to Miku." Well, you can be proud of yourself. Very few could get this far against me," she said, in a respectful tone. Even though he didn't win, it sure as heck felt like it during the first round"Yes!" Sadly though that was just a hope spot as she began to make him pay for that last knockout though he kept fighting back this time. Unfortunately he had forgotten how to perform the super moves this guy had and without them, it was not going to go well regardless of the first victory. Still he wasn't going to make it easy. The remaining matches were just as short as the first one. And it ended in her favor once more. He was going to need to practice again and that was obvious"Well obviously I'm a lot more out of practice then I thought. Next time I can hopefully get a rematch yes?" He said to her even though he couldn't see her. At least he could say now that he had some fun at least as he has forgotten what was stressing him out so much. (Tsunami (#msg6215083)Miku giggled. She was too out of practice and still, she humiliated him." Well, you sure have to train a lot for that next time. I'm looking forward to it," she said, trying to hold her tongue a bit. Mocking at the male losers was also part of the fun. Some of them got really pissed by losing to a girl. Wondering about how her challenger looks like, Miku said:"You can watch me defeat this last boss and learn something." She seemed to be a decent winner nonetheless. Figuring to humor her he would walk around towards the other row and soon enough she saw him walking towards her. His hair was a touch mess and jet black in color. His eyes were a tone of midnight blue and almost black in a sense as well. He looked more rebellious in the male school uniform as it was worn a touch more casually with the over shirt open with the shirt below it clearly not white as it had some kind of Celtic icon underneath of it. A lot of people tended to avoid him since he looked like trouble, and especially because his skin coloring was a touch mixed. He wasn't purely Japanese. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(( Tsunami (#msg6215083)Miku looked at her opponent. Not exactly cute, but he was ok for her tastes. At least he wasn't one of that fat nerds who kept pestering her back then, when she played in game shops. The rebel touch was a good one too. When others saw that as a sign of trouble, Miku saw that as a sign of a strong personality." So, there you are. I hope you aren't mad at me," she said, smiling at him." Now, take a look and learn!" The game was about to restart, this time a match against the final boss. Miku was completely focusing at the screen, smashing the buttons. It was a breeze to her. After that battle against the guy at her side, the poor CPU couldn't stand a chance." Yay! Guess I didn't lose my skill.," she said, looking back at him. As he watched her trash the boss all he could say was..." Sure as heck lost mine." He said as his looks probably weren't the best thing about him, and he was aware of that. Girls always eyed the guys up at this school like candy. And he... well he was like licorice, not everybody liked it and fewer still were willing to give it a chance." By the way, I'm not mad at you. So what's your name?" Yuuto asked after the credits began to roll. He was sitting down right next to her. His hands rest upon his knees and his legs were braced apart whilst in that relaxed position. The man's posture suggested that he was always like this. Formalities were not high on his list nor did he tend to elaborate much on things, as he seemed straight forward and to the point. It was a touch refreshing however that she was not immediately put off by him. (Tsunami (#msg6215083)She chuckled when he said that he lost his skills. Almost made her feel sorry for humiliate him in the game. Almost. Then, ensuring that he wasn't mad at her for losing 3 straight matches (she doubted that), he asked her name." Miyu. Miku Tsunami. Nice to meet you!", she said, giving him a small bow, after leaving her seat. By his looks, maybe he wasn't into such formalities, but Miku couldn't introduce herself in an impolite way. Smiling at him cheerfully, she put her hands together in front of her skirt, waiting him to introduce himself. He watched her bow to him and smiled a touch as he then spoke up"Pleasure to meet you mid-Jan." He had the courtesy to at least use an honorific for her since his sister constantly berated him when he didn't. Furthermore, he did promise to make an effort to change his image for her at least. Furthermore, he stood up and took a small bow of her that looked completely awkward as if this wasn't natural for him in the slightest, and he looked silly doing it dressed as he was." My name is Youth. Youth Hikaru to be exact." Somehow seeing her bow like that towards the likes of him was something that made getting trounced like that all the more worth it. He sat right back down."I'm just grateful I didn't bet more than just a small bit of yen during those matches. So what kind of major are you in?" Hopefully this didn't come off as reaching for a conversation. (hummed as she danced her way to the game room and instantly saw a figure that she knew. It was her older brother talking to some girl, she felt her head go pure red with anger as she approached his brother and hugged him from behind, "Neeson". She looked at the girl and stuck her tongue out, "What are you doing talking to my Neeson?". She was always on the lookout for her brother she wanted to protect him and not get him to be his old self. Furthermore, she pressed her big chest against his back while her hand, 'accidentally' touched her brothers' crotch. Furthermore, she was wearing the school skirt a little bit too short that revealed her long legs. Not really caring if anybody saw her with that on, the only one she cared for him to notice was of course her brother. (Hikaru He was a touch surprised suddenly feeling the soft breasts of a woman against his back. Not nearly an uncommon feeling to experience but when he heard the familiar voice"Awake?" Oops... no honorific for her name... that might be a problem. Though in her case it was because he felt there was no need to. He blushed just a tad feeling where her hand was and shifted slightly to pull her away from that. He looked completely uncomfortable when that had happened." D-Did you have a good day?" Yuuto was always at a loss for what to do when she was this open with her adoration of her big brother. Remembering that mid-Jan was right in front of them and that she asked a question of why she was there to begin with he quickly came to her defense"Sis, this is mid-Jan, gaming genius. Trounced me four times in my favorite game." Mentally he was trying to veer attention away from the kind of triangle that was forming. (Tsunami (#msg6215083)"Computer Science. What about you? Uh?" While Miku answered Youth and asked about his major, she saw a girl approaching him from behind. She was cute and seemed to be very young. Miku could tell, by the way she hugged and called him, that she was a bit jealous and wanted to protect him." Ayako?", answered Youth,"D-Did you have a good day?" They seemed to be very close, Miku wondered, cheerfully. Then the girl asked what she was doing there, talking to her old brother. It was a bit harsh, actually. Miyu chuckled at her question and the cute way she stretched her tongue." Just this. Talking. We just met," she said, smiling to her. Miku raised an eyebrow when she saw the girl touching her brother's crotch. "Don't know what kind of relationship they have, and sure that isn't my business", she thought, puzzled. Quickly, Youth introduced her to his sister." Nice to meet you!", Miku said, bowing to the girl. (hugged her brother tightly but did not let him go, not just yet. Her attention was shifted to the woman, or girl not much older than she was. She poked his brother behind his back and whispered to his ear, "You got no chance with her, why don't you give it up before she dumps you". She giggled as she walked besides her brother and bowed her head a bit, "Pleasure". Just as she was bowing a guy bumped into her causing her to fall down to the floor, he looked down laughed at her, "Stupid" before he went on his way. She hit her head when she hit the floor causing a big red spot on her forehead, "WWW" (Hikaru He listened to his sister whispering into his ear and looked a touch confused by what she said. Why would she say such a thing? She seemed nice enough and pleasant enough. He was about to say what his major was to mid-Jan when another guy bumped into Awake and knocked her to the ground. No apology, no attempt to help her get up, and he had to nerve to insult her and kept on walking. His hand clenched tightly, and it took a lot a will not to snap and try and run after him. He clenched his teeth and he went down on his knee and he would help his sister upholding onto her by the waist." May I meet this asshat in a dark alleyway." That was usually what he said now whenever he wouldn't act on his normal tendencies. He couldn't start a fight like that on campus. (Tsunami (#msg6215083)Just when Awake was bowing to her, some jerk bumped into her, sending the girl to the floor. The boy didn't even bother to apologize, or help her." Baka!", Miku whispered, then she approached Awake and crouched to help her. Miku's tiny skirt flopped a little and, for a fraction of a second, Awake could see she was using nothing under it." Are you ok, Awake-chan?" Miyu noticed how angry Youth was, and how much effort he put on control that anger. She couldn't tell, by the way, if it was because he really liked his sister, if he hated that kind of 'aka' or just both. Hearing his little wish, Miku smiled at him and said:"Better forget it. It's just a waste of time." Baka = idiot (sat down and whimpered for a couple of seconds before she stood up and grabbed her purse turning to her brother and kissing him on the cheek whispering, "Great girl to not be wearing any underwear". Her eyes went red as she smirked, he knew that when she became like that they better stand out of his way, himself included. She walked out of the building, a few seconds later the screams of the guy were heard outside before she came back placing a retractable police cane on her purse, "So as I was saying, pleasure to meet you". (Hikaru The issue was that his sister was someone he wished to protect, and she was clearly a berserk button for him. He smiled a touch at Miku which helped him calm down when she spoke and then says"Forgotten completely."However, when the traditional take of red eyes take warning came up Youth saw her get a touch more vicious than usual and went straight for her purse as she walked out after the guy. She could be a touch scary at times with her vengeful attitude." You're not going to..."hears the guy scream and sighs"Go straight for the baton that I gave her, that's what I thought." He kept telling her that was for emergencies and not revenge. She didn't seem to understand that notion, and it was annoying. Still he told her to use it in case she was in trouble and didn't have him for support. She had also told him that Miku wasn't wearing any panties underneath... why would that be the case? As she came back he spoke to Miku"Liberal Arts by the way... That's my major currently. Not real sure what to do with myself." (Tsunami (#msg6215083)Miku gave a nod to him, giggling, after he said that he forgot the matter. Awake-chan, apparently, couldn't be so forgiving. After kissing his brother on his cheek and whispering something to him, she left the place. Miku stood up, wondering where she was going. Some screams later, she knew that Awake gave a lesson to the boy. Perhaps a harsh one. Youth explained that she had a taser. Well, that relieved Miku a little. I would be pretty scary if she did all that to the boy with her own hands. Ayako came back as if nothing happened and said that was her pleasure to meet Miku. With a creepy smile, Miku said:"Thai, Awake-chan". Yes, that girl could be scary sometimes. Maybe it was better to stay in a safe distance from her brother, Miku thought." Sugoi! Liberal Arts seems to be so cool!", she said, excited. But, right after, she put a finger on her chin, with a puzzled look." Ano... But I don't know that much about Liberal Arts..." Miyu simply forgot Youth's comment about his future, distracted, thinking what they could actually teach in a Liberal Arts class. Then, she came to her senses and remembered Awake right next to her brother." Oh, that's right! What about you, Awake-chan?" Hai - Delano - HmmSugoi - Wow, cool (looked at the girl and grinned, "Molecular Engineer". She took out a police baton and took out a little bit of blood out of it before placing it back on her purse. A couple of seconds later the same guy walked inside the building with a black eye and a bump on his head that was clearly noticeable, he looked at Awake turned around and ran out of the building. She giggled and turned her attention back to Miku, "Kinda hard I know, but I love it, I plan to help the FBI solve cases by science since with it there is no way to say a person did not do it. Also to discover cures for the illness that affect us today and tomorrow, who knows I just love a challenge". She walked behind her brother and hugged him again resting her hands around his waist. People judged her because of her looks however she was smarter than she looked. She yawned a bit as she looked around and kissed her brother on the back of his neck, "Behave yourself Neeson I have class I need to go to". She bowed once again to the woman before walking away. (HikaruYuuto really didn't say exactly what Liberal Arts typical entailed. Usually it was stuff like math, science, psychology, theater, music. Most students wouldn't even consider them classes but rather step pings stones so it wasn't exactly to be proud of. Especially when he needed to up math and science credits to stay in the school and pass." Just like sis. Always tackling problems guys like me cannot solve. Heck she's probably the reason I passed the entrance exam. Take care Awake." He said with a weak smile given to her. Once gone she turned to Miku." She's a touch clingy I know, but she means well." Yuuto said shaking his head." To think I was more or less worried about her taking care of herself. She's grown a lot." He then changed the topic and spoke up"mid-Jan maybe you'd care for something to eat? Consider it a prize for beating me four out of four times." Regardless of Awake's worries Youth felt capable of handling himself and was interested in getting to know her. Kenji had his headphones on as he walked into Matsumoto hall, but decided to remove them. He was sure that the schools famous REI would be playing something good on the radio, so he turned off his own music to see what she was playing. He heard her on the radio introducing the next song (one he had not heard before, but he liked how it sounded). Furthermore, he walked past the food court and the arcade and into a store that sold books, movies, and music. He started to look through the rows of CDs on the shelves as he enjoyed the music playing all over the hall. Kenji had become engrossed at studying the cover art on a CD of one of his favorite bands when he got the feeling that he was forgetting to do something, or many that there was somewhere he was supposed to be right now. Not being able to think of what or where it might be, he noticed that the store had a few guitar straps and the thought left his mind as he found one that might look good with his bass. (was having fun talking on the radio, playing music and just being her cool little self. She felt rather at home behind the mic, and she loved waving to the fans who waved from behind the glass. She wouldn't trade it for anything, really." Oooook students! It's time to put on my news hat!" she picked up a little fedora with a slip of paper reading PRESS on it stuffed into the brim, putting it on her head, "Ok! The Watanabe building is again asking for volunteers, though that's no surprise. There will be a visit from the American scientist Philip Bane tonight here in Matsumoto Hall in the auditorium, he'll be talking about some stuff that makes plants grow better or something. Bewaring. Oh, and there will be a swimsuit competition tomorrow from 5 to 10, come model your swimsuit and get a prize! Winner gets a free photoshoot with Professor Matsumoto. MMM I'd love to do a photoshoot with him! So dreamy..." She giggled, "And that's it for right now, now back to the music!" she pulled up a song from America, some girl named Baker, and started to play it. (Tsunami (#msg6215083)"Wow", said Miku, amazed at Awake's plans." You must be a genius, Awake-chan!" Ayako simply hugged her brother again from behind. Then, she gave a little bow to Miku, who responded in the same way, and leaved the game store. Youth tried to excuse his sister behavior, as if it was needed." She seemed to be a strong person to me. It was almost as if she was taking care of you," Miku answered with her pretty smile. Yuuto invited her to eat something." Ano... Well, I have some time before getting ready for the party tonight. Sure, let's go." Then, the two leaved the game store, reading to a café near there. (Hikaru"Ah you mean the Quad later tonight?" He inquired as he heads to the café with her. His hands stay at his sides and he walked slightly behind her just at the shoulder"Not to sure if I'm going to go, but it could be fun at least. Open skies, food and drink. What more could a person want?" Entering the café he picked a table and then sat down and more than likely Miku would follow. Taking a look at the menus set up Youth would continue the conversation." So what is your story? How did you get into the Academy? And what was your life before coming here? My sister had to help me pass the exams personally. Even then it was by the skin of my teeth." (sighed as she entered the hall with two people behind her trying their best to not be seen which they were failing. She began to blend into the crowd as she put up the hoodie of her jacket to cover her hair and lost herself between the crowds. Once she was out of the way of those two idiots she decided to just go to the music store to see what else they had to sell. Once she entered she removed her hoodie and noticed a couple of people there and one guy looking around for CD's. The owner the store waved at In, "Hey stranger, you're going to play tonight at the party with your band?". REI nodded, "Yeah that is the plan, how is my dearest is it repaired?" she talked of course of a very old guitar that she left him to reconstruct to new. He nodded and went to the back bringing a case which she opened and took out the guitar testing it, "You have the amplifier out there?". He pointed next to the guy watching the CD's, and she walked there and hooked it up to the bass as she began playing a bit testing the guitar out. As Kenji was looking through CDs he noticed someone walking in with a hood covering their face. As he picked out a CD he wanted he saw the new arrival remove her hood while she talked to the store one. She was really good-looking and Kenji got the feeling that he knew her face from somewhere. He could not help but stare at her, trying to place her face. He watched as she was given a guitar, and had to quickly look down at his CDs when the owner pointed in his direction. Did she see me staring he thought to himself as she walked his way? But she seemed not to notice as she hooked up to the amp and began to play. And he was shocked, she was amazing, he could not take his eyes off her or the guitar they were both beautiful, and she played so well. (Tsunami (#msg6215083)"Aw, come on! Don't tell me that you thought about miss it?" Miyu was blinking at him, incredulous." You're the first person I met here! Don't you dare to miss that party and leave me alone," she said, using a fake scolding tone, then adding, cheerfully:"Bring Awake-chan too! I'm sure she'll love it!" She sat down on the chair, holding her skirt to actually sit on it. It wasn't too comfy to sit in a cold place with her bare bottom. Then Youth asked about her life and said that he had help from his sister to be in Primrose Academy. She giggled." But you're here, right? I guess it paid off." Miyu put a finger on her chin, rolling her eyes, wondering what she could tell about her life to him." Ano... Don't have much to tell about me and my life. I'm boring," she said, smiling." I didn't have much trouble with the entrance exams. Furthermore, I always liked computers and games so, computer science seemed to be a logical choice to me. Yes, I was a nerd. Well, I still am, I think. I lived in another town, a quiet life indeed. Sad thing that I left all my friends behind to study here." Miyu thought it wouldn't be nice to talk about her ex right off the bat. Especially when she was still missing him. And now, she was curious about Youth, about why he had that troublemaker aura." Well, Youth-san, it's your time now. I bet your have more to tell than me," she said, putting her elbows on the table and resting her chin above her crossed fingers. (Hikaru Honestly he was a bit hungry himself so he figured that ordering something light would tide him over for the party, and she seemed quite insistent on the idea of a nice night with friends. Sounded quite good." Well when you put it like that do I have much choice?" Yuuto knew this question was coming and had prepared himself for it. He would let her order what she liked. When she asked him he began to speak a touch more serious about things, but he seemed to not think much of it anymore or that he tries not to." My family didn't have much growing up. We had to do without for much, and I had a bit of a problem growing up since I'm of mixed blood. I'm part American and the other half is Japanese. Grew up here and after a while I became a very angry person. I hated being ridiculed and poor, so I began to do some unhealthy things in retaliation for it. Joined a gang actually at age thirteen and did some stuff I'm not proud of when looking back at it. Didn't think much of it at the time. Let's just say though I got a wake-up call big time from it and I left that behind. I promised my sister and kept that promise for three years never to go back to what I was. My family got a good windfall afterward and all of that went to making our lives' ore comfortable but more so towards entry into the academy." He figured to spare her some of the things he did and some of the things that happened to cause his aversion to gang life."That's one thing my sister did that I personally could not do. Break what horrible cycle I had for myself in that life I left behind. She got me into the academy, so I owe her a lot for that." He didn't talk about her like a lover though so it seemed like Awake was not someone he was sexually attracted to. Or he was just better at hiding such lewd practices. He would then ask"So about this party. What shall you look like for it? I want to be able to find you quick, so the fun can be had." (Tsunami (#msg6215083)Miku chose something light to eat. With the party coming up later, she wanted to keep space in her stomach for the food and drink there. She heard, amused, Youth's history. Then, she said:"As I said, she is strong. I bet she takes care of you most of the time, uh?" Yuuto asked her about her looks in the party." Oh my, you're right! I haven't decided yet! But I think it won't be hard to find me with this long pink hair," she said, flicking a strand of her beautiful hair over her shoulder. There she was, distracted again. Youth reminded her that she had to choose her clothes to the party. She wanted to be pretty there, to make more friends. Hmm, maybe a short dress? Blushing, Miku started to daydream about her ex. Ohio-kun would surely drag her to some quiet place in the party, lift her dress and do her right in that place. And he would do that only after teasing her the whole party, touching under her dress in secrecy, in front of anyone. That would be so hot... Miku sighed. How she missed him! One of Youth's 'friends' came running inside the hall and looked around, spotting Youth he grabbed his hand, "Let's go, your sister got beat up. A guy came up to her and started beating down on her common she needs you".(nodded once she tested the guitar for a while and went back to the store owner and gave it back to him, "I will take it, how much for the case?". He shook his head and pushed the case to her, "On the house, just make sure you give a rocking concert tonight with that guitar". She nodded and bowed her head, "I plan to" she took the case and walked to the CD collection looking around for some of the music she is like meanwhile she sang softly one of her bands songs. Youth was currently engaging in some decent conversation with Miku."Yeah, she does." He said with a smile and his expression had a quiet tone to it as his own imagination took hold about how it might be a good time to have a date with Miku. The quads party would be excellent, and he could talk, flirt and dance the night away with a good person. See if she was a good match for him. Then he saw her blushing and smiling as her eyes seemed distant like her own. He figured he might as well take a chance and ask her." Looks like you aren't opposed to the idea of a good time either. Maybe we could make further arrangements at the party for two?" Yuuto didn't beat around the bush about this. Few girls liked being toyed with completely. Before he could hear her answer that's when one of Youth's 'friends' came up. He remembered this one as Tanaka. He pulled his hand away sharply and says"Lead on Tanaka-San." He would look down to Miku places a good amount of yen down, more than what was typical and speaks quickly"I am sorry mid-Jan." He immediately then follows Tanaka though he kept his guard up because he was never one to fully trust his former gang members. Furthermore, he suspected it was a trap but trap or not if Awake was hurt he couldn't just take the chance that it was false. Kenji watched as the walked back to the owner. She must né someone special to have a guitar that nice. And the owner seemed to respect her quite a bit. As unaware as he usually was, he could have easily looked behind him and noticed the poster showcasing her band and talking about the party in the quad tonight, but he was to busy staring at her. When she walked over to look at the CDs, she was singing softly. He looked down at some of the CDs she was picking up. Then he hesitated for a second then thought what the hell and started talking. "that's a perfect band" he said pointing to one of her CD "they are one of my favorites, they have a really great drummer". Quote from: cool hands on 05-05-2012, 03:50:09Kenji watched as the walked back to the owner. She must né someone special to have a guitar that nice. And the owner seemed to respect her quite a bit. As unaware as he usually was, he could have easily looked behind him and noticed the poster showcasing her band and talking about the party in the quad tonight, but he was to busy staring at her. When she walked over to look at the CDs, she was singing softly. He looked down at some of the CDs she was picking up. Then he hesitated for a second then thought what the hell and started talking. "that's a perfect band" he said pointing to one of her CD "they are one of my favorites, they have a really great drummer". She nods and giggles, "I know, I like their drummer too it's kinda difficult to do what he does". She walked away placing the CD's on the counter and reaching for her purse, but the owner just gave her the CD's. Furthermore, she bowed her head and placed her hoodie up as she walked out with the CD's and the guitar case. (Tsunami (#msg6215083)Miku was distracted, thinking on her ex, when Youth suddenly came with that line. She wasn't expecting that, at least, not so soon. Blushing, she didn't know how to answer. At times like these, Miku turns into the shy girl she used to be before Ohio-kun." Ano...," she said, thinking at how she would answer him. Then, a friend of Youth appeared, saying that Awake was in danger. Youth excused himself to follow him immediately. "Don't ever mention it! I'll go with you. Maybe I can help with something," she said, really concerned with Awake-chan. Did that guy she attacked planned some revenge on her? Worried, she followed Youth and his friend. (is on the floor outside the building, her panties were brought down and there were obvious signs of rape. She had a busted lip and her ass was bright red apparently from spankings. Her skirt was lifted to show her body, and she is out of it, nobody else it's around the PERP apparently running away. Youth's eyes widened in horror as he ran over to her and knelt down next to her." Ayako!? Someone get an ambulance dammit!"There were no words to describe what he felt. A twisted mess of white-hot rage, mixed in with immediate concern and worry about her. Youth's 'friend' was immediately looked up." Who did this?" The look he had was when someone was about to kill someone in red-hot rage. He shook his head, "I have no idea, I just found her like that and rushed to get you". He approached her and gently felt her pulse on her wrists, "She is okay, out of it but okay. I called the ambulance already they should be in here any minute now" he placed his hands over his shoulder and sighed, "Sorry bro". (Tsunami (#msg6215083)Miku saw the scene, terrified. She promptly crouched near Awake and held her in her arms." Ayako-chan? Please, wake up!", she pleaded, not sure about what to do. Looking back at Youth, when he asked who did that, she saw the fury in his eyes. His friend had no idea who was the culprit. He checked her wrist and said that she just passed out. Quite expected, Miku thought, really sad for her. She never heard of such events on Primrose Academy. Was it an act of revenge? Miku looked again at Youth, worried about what he was planning to do right now. It seemed that he would explode in any second, seeking a senseless revenge." Yuuto-san... Awake-chan needs you right now. We can deal with who did this later, ok?" He smiled back at her as she laughed, seeing how it lit up her face. Then just as quick she was gone, he hoodie pulled up over her head. He never caught her name and as he was wondering who she was he turned around to put a CD back when he saw the poster with her on it. Shocked he placed his face in the palm of his hand. What an idiot he must have looked like in front of the schools famous in. But looking on the bright side he knew where she would be tonight if he wanted to talk to her again. He walked to the register and paid for a CD and then walked back into the main hall. The ambulance arrived soon after and a woman got out and rushed to the girl, she took her pulse and covered the girls bottom before placing her on the ambulance. They closed the door and went to work on her right away inside the ambulance. They woke her up and got her statement for the police she was then sent to the infirmary to rest and relax and was told to not leave the bed for a day at least to give the body enough time to relax. (HikaruYuuto watched them work, and he felt so damn helpless about it. He said nothing but how his right hand seemed to just shake at his side a fist clenched so tightly he could feel it cut into skin. The rage curdled inside of him when they continued to talk and then woke her up to get a statement from her then as she went to the infirmary he would have tried to come along if he could but if he was stopped he would just have to stand there and watch as his sister was taken to the infirmary near on the first day. (Tsunami (#msg6215083)Miku moved away from Awake when the ambulance came. That way the medics could work better. Seeing Youth, and how he looked miserable, Miku felt the urge to comfort him. She hugged him, from behind, as Awake-chan would do. Miku knew that they weren't close to act in such way, but damn it, she did what her heart told her to do." Yuuto-san... If you need anything, just ask." (had been taking a break, letting the computer play music for her, and was heading outside when she saw everyone milling about. She cocked her head and approached Miku, "Um, excuse me... why is everyone standing around? What happened?" That's when she saw the flashing ambulance lights driving away, and gulped, "EEP! Something bad happened?" she asked, concerned. (Hikaru He get the familiar embrace of what his sister did but found it was mid-Jan that was holding onto him. She felt his tension slowly settle. No crying, no breaking within his voice. He didn't show negative emotions in that way he rarely could. No, his emotions bottle up and explode when he needed them most. He saved his anger at the situation and became tranquil in a sense." T-Thank you mid-Jan." He saw REI now and the way he was dressed looked rebellious. His undershirt had a kind of Celtic symbol upon it, and he wore his school uniform open. His hair was jet black and his eyes a deep midnight blue. She could barely see that there was a tattoo on his forearm as the mark went up to the wrist." S-someone was just beaten and possibly raped"His voice became a touch colder now but the hurt was still in his voice. The fact that he couldn't do anything was eating at him. Then something dawned on him..." You are REI? The academy DJ right? Can you put something on the radio about this and ask for people to call a tip line or such to help catch who did this?" He looked to Miku after gently breaking away from the hug and says"I need to go to the infirmary. My sister needs her brother." With that he went back into Matsuda Hall to get to the infirmary. (Tsunami (#msg6215083)Before Miku could answer REI, Youth did it. He seemed to be more calm now, and that relieved Miku. Even his idea to put something on the radio about what happened to catch information about the culprit seemed to be a logical, well thought act. When he said that he was going after his sister, Miku asked:"Are you sure that you don't want company?" She wanted to go with him and receive news about Awake-chan, but she didn't want to be intrusive. They may need to spend a time alone, between family. The infirmary has a couple of small rooms each room with a bed and a bathroom. One of the rooms is closed and with lights out. The doctor was sitting on a chair looking at some papers. A busty woman with long blonde hair, she has her eyeglasses on while she is reading (HikaruYuuto would speak up at mid-Jan's offering to come along." Honestly, I think I'd go insane if I was there by myself. So... I guess I should have some extra company." Yuuto accepted mid-Jan's company on the situation and sighed a touch feeling some relief wash over him knowing that his sister might be okay for now and that he was going to have someone with him. REI in the meantime would either have to make a judgement call on whether she comes along as well and whether shed do as Youth, a complete stranger asked of her. Everyone had their own choices to make naturally. Regardless of choices made his own was obvious. He arrived at the infirmary and looked around the place then his eyes affix to the woman in the doctors uniform. Mature looking with a supple figure, she wore glasses but none of that mattered. Youth was a lot more focused on where his sister was"Miss, are visiting hours over? I need to see a patient. Her name is Awake Hikaru. I'm her brother." She looked at you and placed the papers on the desk before walking to the door with the lights closed and unlocking it, "She is asleep, after she wakes up she can leave, she is fine just tired". She smiled going back to where she was sitting and taking her papers to continue reading. (nodded when Youth suggested that she return to the radio and ask for any information about the crime. She slipped back through the crowd and to the studio, where she sat down and waited for the song currently playing to end. She pulled up the catchy intro music she used during some news segments, then began to speak. "Attention students! Right in front of our very own Matsumoto Hall, a young woman has been raped! She's being carried off to the hospital right now, and a hunt is on for the person responsible for this horrible act. If anyone has any information, please call the studio," and she gave out the number used when the studio did requests. With that done, she played another song, then pulled out her cellphone, dialing In. She bit her lip, then when In answered, she said, "Sister... come to the studio. I need to see you." She hung up and began answering phone calls, mostly from people wanting to know more information about the rape. (heard the announcement and sighed, "Just one more day.....". She walked up the stairs and to the studio after she heard her sister call her. She did not answer much just saying 'okay' before hanging up. After a while she got to the studio and opened the door since she had the code for the door to open. Walking around she noticed her sister on the studio and sat down behind the glass as she waved at her, "You needed me?". Youth heads inside the room where his sister rested quietly. Seeing her like this gave him such a sense of self loathing so great he could barely hold himself together. Everything hurt. If he finds out whomever did this to her, he was going to hurt him badly. Hell he probably would not make that a quick beat down either he'd savor it. The familiar tendencies of inflicting pain on another were kept to himself for the time being. He pulled up a chair and sat down near the bed but also got one for Miku who had come along with Youth. He sat there in the dark with her not saying a word. Furthermore, he didn't know what he could say or that she could hear him. (looked up when In came in and waved, finishing up a commercial break before playing a long song. She leaned over and gave In a tight hug, "Hi sis! I hope I didn't interrupt you or anything, but I wanted to talk. If that's ok, of course." In probably suspected it, but REI was partially afraid of her twin, and tried to be friendly sometimes in hopes of finally overcoming that fear. "So are you doing ok?" She shook her head, "No I have been fine, just went to get the guitar grandpa gave me awhile ago, it's finished". Sitting down on a chair after the hug she looked at her sister like she was judging her or trying to figure out what was going on. Sure she knew how to defend herself well against others unlike her sister that usually meant In protected her. She sighed scratching the back of her head and looking at her sister, "So what do you want?". She is still sleeping soundly, she has been bathed, and she had hospital clothing on her, she looked peaceful sleeping on the bed. Slowly she woke up and looked at her brother without moving from her position, "Are you okay silly brother?". She stretched her back and then noticed what she was wearing covering herself with the blanket once more, "Sorry" (Tsunami (#msg6215083)Miku followed Youth all the way to the infirmary. Soon they reached the room where Awake was sleeping peacefully. Miku sat on the chair that Youth arranged for her and stood there in silence. Seeing Youth so miserable made her want to cry. She barely knew him or his sister, but their suffering was enough to touch her. And there was nothing that she could do for them. Miku sighed. She was feeling pretty useless. Ayako-chan finally wake up. Miku didn't say a word. It was their moment, and she was feeling a bit misplaced there. Perhaps she should give them some privacy. Youth waited patiently alongside Miku and held her hand in an unconscious act. He kept a quiet vigil for Awake and looked over to her saying nothing but silently thanking her that she was there for this moment. They barely met but already connections and chemistry seemed quite deep and willing to come together to form a beautiful whole. That's when he heard the soft noise of Awake and his eyes light up noticing her waking up. After she began to stretch in the hospital robe and blanket, he got up and walked over to her. He wasn't sure how to express himself at the moment. Relief and joy combined in his words"You have no idea how scared I was for you. Both of us." He didn't even dare ask stupidly if she was okay or try and make her remember who did this to her. That wasn't on his mind. All he wanted was to speak his mind"Of course I wasn't okay. All I could think about was if you would be waking up soon." Miyu-san had played an important part in helping him stay calm and focused though. Were it not for her, he would have rushed off in a mad frenzy to blindly hunt someone down for what was done to Awake. REI sighed and said, "Nothing... I just wanted to see what you were up to. I'm sorry." She turned away and began working again, sighing. Why do I bother? (Tsunami (#msg6215083)Miku smiled shyly when Youth reached her hand. It was a signal that her presence was not only accepted, but also needed. She tightened his hand, to let him know that he could count on her. When he stood up and started to talk with Awake-chan, she decided to leave them alone for a moment." Ayako-chan! I'm glad that you're ok!", she said with her best smile to Awake. Then, she asked him:"Youth-san! I'll look for some cup of water around here... Do you want one too?" After hearing his answer, she left the room, to give them some privacy. She shook her head knowing there was much more to it than just that, "Tell me what's wrong I know you wanted to say something to me, just say it". She was clearly pissed off, nothing pissed her off more than when people hide stuff from her especially her sister. Furthermore, she sat down on a chair and sighed as she just smiled and grabbed her sister pulling her into a hug, "I know I have been busy, you know how people are with me, I guess that just sticks with me". She giggled at her brother, "Don't worry, he won't have any more children again.... I used the taker somewhere that would hurt any man". She grinned as she looked at the woman, this girl was getting way too close to her brother and she did not like it. Yawning she sat up, "Could you bring me some clothing? Kinda weird to leave this place naked, although I am sure you don't mind looking". She winked at him and giggled as she took his hands, "Thank you though, I love you". Youth nods to mid-Jan since she offered him some water. This gave Awake time alone with her brother naturally but also allowed her to speak freely without any kind of creep out moments given off. Awake was behaving more forward now that he was here. He smiled at her when she took her hands and told him that she loved him. Though he was of course not thinking in that fashion, and he blinked once at the idea of seeing her naked and laughed a touch. She always did joke like that calling him a perv and such. His voice was casual and not intimate when he returned the words"I love you too Awake." Of course, he meant it but just not the way she would fantasize about." Hang on then sis and I'll get you your clothes." When she changed of course he would keep his eyes politely averted. His eyes did glance back a touch or so as she worked. Their talk was cut short however since the nurse came in to administer some medicine for the evening to help Awake sleep. Youth stayed with her for a while afterward, but eventually he had to be ushered out. Before he went however he reached into his pack. He looked at that teddy he had given since they were children, and he smiled a touch walking over to her as she rested and placed it upon her chest. To keep her company for a short while. Much as he would have liked to stay he was reminded by the nurse that visiting hours were over and soon he and Miku had to leave. Spinning in her chair about an hour after In had left, REI was about to call it a day. She'd been at the station all day and while it was fun, she wanted to get out and have some fun. She felt kind of bad about In, but they were worlds apart sometimes. REI handed off the controls to the computer with its preloaded playlist and signed off, then got up and headed outside. The sun was starting to set, and it made one hell of a difference. The cherry blossoms stood in stark relief to the beautiful red sky, and she fished a rocky stick out of her purse to nibble on it. She then took out her cellphone and began making a few discrete inquiries into the girl who'd been raped publicly earlier. Things on that front seemed ok, at least as far as getting the girl some medical care. She had visitors, courtesy of her sources, and she decided to intercept them at the clinic. Arriving at the clinic just before visiting hours were over, REI stood outside waiting, hoping to catch them. If she could, she'd get some info, inquire about the girl's health, and have something for tomorrow's news. If nothing else, she'd take some people out to dinner who probably needed it. Bad. Good thing she had plenty of rocky. (Tsunami (#msg6215083)Miku slowly went to a water dispenser in the corridor. She drank the cold water and killed some time reading the signs that were scattered among the corridor, with much info about diseases and other useful things. A nurse approached her and said that visiting hours were almost finishing. Miku thanked her and went to the water dispenser again, to fill a plastic cup for Youth. Then, she knocked on the door of Awake's room and entered." We should leave now, Youth-san. Visiting hours are almost over," she said, handing the cup to him. Youth looked up and said nothing though he took the cup. His expression was a question of it being so soon. Still he seemed in higher spirits now after that alone time, and he stood up drinking the cup's contents quickly down. Heading on outside along with Miku he began to speak with her"Thank you. I honestly thought I'd go insane waiting by myself like that." He was not too sure on exactly what he would have done, but he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would not have been so composed about it. Miku had kept his anger in check and kept him from making things worse. He gave a slight smile and kept his eyes upon her for the moment before looking back towards the doorway as they approached." I was thinking maybe to take you to the Quad." He asked because he was looking for something to keep his mind off things. Soon enough REI saw them coming outside, both Youth and Miku. He saw her to be sure and stopped a touch curious as to why she was here. Was she waiting for them? REI looked up and spotted Youth and Miku exiting the clinic and walked over, giving a little wave, "Hi. Um, I'm REI. We met earlier when we found that... girl. You remember?" She was clearly a touch nervous. "I'm sorry for kinda ambushing you like this, but I was hoping we could talk. Maybe I could take you both to dinner?" Suuuure, look like a creepy stalker who wants to talk about how a girl got raped in the middle of the street with no witnesses. How that happened was anyone's guess. Rei wandered a bit closer, trying her best not to appear too crazy or creepy or... yeah. (Tsunami (#msg6215083)Youth thanked her for her company." Don't mention it. I think I would go insane too in your place, alone." She heard surprised his invite to go to the Quad. After what happened, Miku thought that a funny time would be the last thing he would want. Maybe he wanted to cheer up a little." Really? Of course, I want!", she said smiling at him. When they were exiting the clinic the radio girl greeted them, asking to have a conversation and inviting to dinner." Oh, hi. I'm Miku. Miku Tsunami. ANO... if Youth-san agrees, I can't see why not," she said, smiling. Maybe REI wanted to know what happened to help later, spreading info about suspects on her radio or something like that. Youth paused a touch uncertain as to what he just heard REI say." I had forgotten all about my appetite. I could definitely need some nourishment now Ramsay. But... what did you want to talk about?" His first idea was that she wanted to talk to him to get more information on what happened and so forth with Awake. But that didn't seem right or proper. Maybe she was just trying to be sympathetic like Miku was and help a person who clearly was having a hard time of it. So he figured that in of itself was a decent gesture to make. He was just going along with things trying to take his mind off what happened. REI bit her lip and blushed, "Well, um, it... kinda has to do with Awake-san. Not that I'm, uh, trying to pry or anything but... well... I've gotten lots and lots of calls from people wanting information and um... I was kinda worried." She touched the tips of her fingers together, trying really hard not to freak out on them. Why did things have to be so complicated? "Worried about what?" He asked curiously as he then thought"Oh you mean about if she's going to be okay or not... I guess I can answer that. But not here." He noticed of course that Ramsay was acting quite nervous around him and Miku, he gathered that she was an incredibly shy person and wanted to vanish in front of him. Best to try and reassure her." Rei-san thank you for doing this. It's going to make a lot of difference in giving my mind peace. There's no need to worry because, though I look like a... hooligan in a sense, I'm not the type."he said hopefully to reassure her that he wouldn't act rationally. Ramsay was making him less focused on his own feelings and as a result more keen on her own since it would keep her calm." So... where do we go for this promised meal?" REI blushed a bit as he calmly told her about how he was more than he appeared, and she nodded, especially when he brought up the offer of food again." Um, come with me," she said, heading back towards Matsumoto Hall. Inside, she stood off to the side and said, "Um, I'll just follow you wherever you want to eat if that's um, ok... She was nearly swamped by people all of a sudden, though not drawn to her, but rather drawn inside, dragging in stuff and clearing the large open food court to start setting up for the party, pushing REI and Youth together, making her squeak in embarrassment. Following alongside the two girls he would have chosen a nice looking seafood restaurant. He was needing some old style comfort food and what better kind was there then clam strips, cold water cod, shrimp with tartar sauce and of course white clam chowder? Warms the body and the soul just thinking about it. He smiled down at REI when they were suddenly squeezed together with a sheepish look given. He was quite decent about things never touching her intentionally unless it was in a decent social manner. Sure he might not always use honorifics and may skewer etiquette at times, but he had it drilled in his hand never to touch a woman unless she asked of it in some way. Seeing how they had to push through the crowds though he took Miku's hand in one and REI's hand in another so he didn't lose either of them as he tries to shoulder past the people that pushed them together like in a subway. Every so often he would say "excuse me" or "coming through" in order to try and find some room to squirm through. REI found herself being taken by the hand like a child and escorted through the crowds, wondering where so many people came from. She didn't have time to think about it though as someone groped her, disappearing into the crowd. REI seeped and almost leaped onto Youth's back, blushing bright red as she tried to escape the onslaught of people and the perverts using the crowd to their advantage. (Mizuki Mizuki is taking a walk around the Matsumoto Hall without any specific destination in mind, her afternoon class finished early, and she has nothing better to do. Sure, she can just go back to her apartment and relaxing, but she heard there will be a party later that night so she decides to stay instead. Besides, she is kind of hungry after missing lunch due to waking up late for her afternoon class after her alarm clocks -yes, clocks as in more than one-has all failed to work at the same time, how it happens, she has no idea. Just as expected for someone of her fame, wherever she goes, she is attracting stares, most of them from males and some fellow females which she mostly ignores unless they are someone she knows well. She sighs for the fifth time since she enters the hall after the latest attempt of some stranger guy tries to hit on her, and she has had enough. She enters one of the shop selling assortments of female clothes, a place she knows that no male will ever want to be caught inside unless they are with their lover. Furthermore, she starts browsing through the store for anything that may catch her fancy. Furthermore, she is not a big fan of clothes shopping but will readily admit that it is a fun activity, especially if it's done with friends. Even her current clothes are modest, plain white turtleneck and pink short skirt, nothing extravagant but still good enough to make her look attractive, then again, nearly everything looks good on her, and she knows she has the figure to pull off the looks and secretly, she is proud of it. After looking all over the store without finding anything that interest her, she glances to her watch, a gift from her boyfriend on their first anniversary and as she promised him, she treasures the item and keeps it in best condition. She realizes that it is nearing dinner time and decides that its good time as any to get some food inside her. She remembers a nice seafood restaurant in the food court part of the hall not far from her location and immediately makes her way there while thinking to herself, 'Well, a bowl of teriyaki fish will sure hit the spot right now I guess.' Sandusky had finished/skipped his classes up until this point of the day, just not wanting to be around people for a while that day. But now found himself bored and had wandered to Matsumoto Hall and would be just looking through the open shops and the possibilities of things to do that day. Walking through it with his vest just open and his unkempt hair unstyled which would draw quite a bit of attention to himself but for the most part he'd ignore them for the most part. Though he didn't pay attention to the cuter or prettier girls but never had the nerve to say anything to them. He didn't understand people really and hadn't tried very hard to though he'd been getting better in the last year or so. "Hmm." (Tsunami (#msg6215083)Miku went along with REI and Youth to some place for dinner. When they reached Matsumoto Hall again, the place was too crowded. Youth grabbed her hand and led her through that sea of people. Some perverts where in the middle of the crowd too, because Miku felt a hand groping her rear, under her skirt. Exactly like Ohio-kun would have made. Maybe the pervert got surprised by Miku being naked under her skirt, because he quickly let her go. "Oh, god! I hope we cross this crowd fast, because if more perverts starts to grope me... I don't know if I could resist", Miku thought, blushing, while letting Youth lead the way. "Damn crowds. Forgive me for these girls." Yuuto upon his instinct drew REI and Miku very close to him his arms round each waist seeing how they were trying to get closer to him as if he was a shield of sorts. He had no objections of that as he would use himself for that purpose so that he could more easily force his way through the crowds. Youth's hand was lower on Miku's waist then it was on REI's as it was high at the center of her back." Just be my eyes, so I can get through all this." He was trying to see if he could get through to the lovely seafood. He could smell it from there and followed his nose. The way the girls were squeezed up against him the ladies could literally grind up against Youth's body. If he couldn't get through he would feel the need to break customs. A stress mark formed on his head from annoyance and his temper was very short at this point from all that happened. He yelled at the top of his lungs with fire behind his eyes"EVERYBODY MOVE!!!" Yuuto was going to be given a wide berth whether they wanted to or not. (Tsunami (#msg6215083)"What? Watch..." Miyu was distracted by the pervert's touch when Youth simply drew her to close to him. She blushed deeply when felt her body tightly pressed against his and his hand in her lower waist." Y-Yuuto-san...," she said, letting a little moan escape." Come on, Miku, do not start to think in naughty things... This is just to get past the crowd. Just that." Miyu may have thought this, but her body had another opinion. She was terribly teased for being so tightly close to a boy she barely met, in a crowd. Instinctively, her hand grabbed his and made it lower a little more from her waist. Almost grabbing her buttocks. But then, Youth yelled angrily, making her come to her senses. "N-now, Youth! Let's go to the restaurant!""Oh, my... Did he notice?", she asked herself, trying to maker her mind forget the feeling of his body against hers. Youth moved as quickly as he could née he had that opening as Miku spoke up. His hand remained where it was and slowly slide a touch lower if one could believe it since it seemed in instance to grip something keen. And with every eye upon them Miku had to be in heaven now. Youth's hand was pressed right up against her bottom the skirt rubbing into her skin. His eyes were a touch wider than normal now that Awake was not lying about what was under the skirt. There were no panties to shield her skin! Youth did notice, and he blushed a touch, but his hand wasn't leaving. He wanted to will his hand off, but it wasn't happening immediately and as he walked towards the seafood restaurant others probably would notice that at least. However, he would be kind enough to let go of Miku and REI when they were finally through the crowds." Finally. Least there's no more heavy crowds to deal with." (Tsunami (#msg6215083)Yes, he noticed, she could tell. His hand was firmly pressed against her buttock, and even her little skirt was lifted a little. Youth probably knew her naughty secret by now. Some people in the crowd too, Miku could tell by their looks. She was so embarrassed and... horny. The girl almost prayed to Youth raise her skirt and show her naked bottom to everyone there. Fortunately, they finally reached the seafood restaurant letting her and REI go. Miku sighed, still blushing, trying to focus and forget her arousal. Youth wasn't Ohio-kun, he was just a nice guy that she barely met. And he had a sister in the infirmary, he probably wasn't thinking in naughty things due to his state. He was just guiding her through that crowd." That was tough. Let's just... have our d-dinner now, shall we?" She couldn't even look at Youth right now. The things she thought that he might be thinking about her made her more embarrassed. (Mizuki Mizuki's eyes widen, and her jaw drop at the massive crowd at the food court, she knows its nearing dinner time, but she never expects that there will be this huge of a crowd present. She sighs as she makes her way into the crowd anyway, gently slipping, pushing and showing other people as she makes her way to the restaurant. She nearly yelps in surprise when she feels a hand brushing against her skirt and feels her buttock but the feeling then gone soon enough, only to be replaced by another hand which somehow manage to -she hopes accidentally- lift her skirt slightly and touch the bare skin of her behind since she isn't wearing any underwear; Again, the feeling was no longer than a brush so she doesn't put it much to her mind. She is surprised though when another hand from the side shows up and groped her breast through the thin cloth she's wearing while another from the other side prods her on the side of her lower stomach causing her to yelps in reflex though thankfully her voice is drowned by the crowd. Furthermore, she looks around to find the perpetrator but knows that it's a hopeless effort in a crowd this big. Furthermore, she is given reprieve though when she sees a huge guy shouts and for a moment, everyone in the crowd stops to look at him. Taking advantage of the small break, she slips through the crowd and manage to get near the seafood restaurant. She sighs in relief, she isn't safe yet until she is actually inside and seated in the restaurant, but the chance of someone dare to grope her this close to an establishment is nearly second to none, not if they don't want the restaurant authorities to find them and have them taken away. San looked over at the goings-on and sighed some at that and shook his head. People here were always so grabby, it was most of the guys that he noticed. God didn't they have any idea of personal space? None of them ever seemed to, it almost made him glad that he was different. He had a bubble of a bout 5' of personal space around him as he walked. People picked up on it too and gave him a bit of a berth, considering him physically intimidating with his hard-packed muscle and aura of menace like he'd be ready to use it on them. But it would draw some girl's attention, and he'd get a few stares as he passed by and got in line to grab something to eat a small café. He did stand out with a sort of Native American skin tone and that wild black hair out his giving him the look of a wild mustang or something almost. REI was VERY happy when she got set down and moved away a bit, trying to regain her composure. She'd been embarrassed as hell, especially when she'd heard someone comment about Miku's lack of underwear. The thought of being exposed like that was a little much for REI. Fortunately, after a minute she was composed enough to agree with Miku about going ahead and having dinner, and so REI asked the waitress, "Um, hi... table for three please?" She smiled and led the three of them through the restaurant and to a secluded table in the back, placing a menu down at each spot, "Here you are. Oh, and um, if you need some private time just let us know," she said with a wink to Miku, before disappearing. Artemis, meanwhile, was seated a couple of tables over. And despite her hopes to escape being groped, it seemed the staff were more than willing to help with that. A young waitress came over, taking a look at Artemis, and said, "Mmm you look good enough to eat Hun. Sure you don't want to come back to the kitchens and let us show you a good time?" Another waitress pinched Artemis' rear as she passed by, winking if she turned to look at who did it. Sano, meanwhile, was the cause of plenty of girls to gossip, mostly about how large they imagined him to be down there. Some wanted to go up and ask, but were afraid. After the rape of that girl right out front, they weren't sure if it was wise to pick on someone who could easily rip their clothes off and fuck them senseless. Still, that didn't stop some of them, who approached him and made comments about how he must always get what he wants, that he must have half a dozen girlfriends, that he could probably split them in half, etc. It was only his size that didn't get him felt up to see if he was truly that big. (Mizuki Mizuki blush at the waitress which approaches her and yelps slightly when she feels the waitress pinches her ass and follows it up with a teasing wink at her. Truth to be told, she does think that the waitress is attractive with her straight short black hair and brown eyes, her body is quite sexy too if she is to be honest which is just accentuated by the cute maid costume which is the uniform. However, at the moment she is more hungry than horny, so she decides to give the waitress a small smile and a shake of her head "no". Instead, she picks up the menu and places her orders, "I want an extra large bowl of salmon teriyaki don and a large size bowl of seaweed upon on the side." The waitress looks at her in what she records to be shock as she replies, "ANO... are you waiting for someone? I mean... the large size bowls are... well... I don't think you can finish them." Mizuki simply smiles back at the waitress and winks her eyes as she grins, "Don't worry, I can handle it. Trust me" The waitress shrugs as she puts her order anyway before walking away to place it at the counter. Mizuki smiles when her foods arrive minutes later, she knows that the restaurant prides themselves with their quick service, good food and reasonable price. She breaks the chopstick available and claps her hands in prayer-like expression, "Itadakimasu." before she starts eating her foods seemingly in relaxed pace, although the massive bowls are somehow emptying in incredible speed making several of the people around her wondering how she manage to do that... or where does all those foods going to considering that she doesn't look like someone who supposed to eat that much of food; some of the girls even glare at her enviously at how she can eat that much and doesn't seem to be afraid to put on weight. As she eats, her mind wanders to the party which is to come later and wonders if she should call her boyfriend to go together with her. Looking at the menu and then the waitress when they had been seated in that secluded booth there was an uncomfortable yet minor silence coming from him and the girls because of what had happened and perhaps what had been suggested by the waitress. Mentally the sensation of his hand upon Miku's behind was still there but as the waitress came back for drinks he would pause, and then he smiled"I'll take some cola and start me off with some white clam chowder please." He was now a touch more focused on what REI had brought them here for. He figured that this would be the best way to keep his mind off what had just happened." Rei-san, what did you want to talk about now that we are here?" Yes he did like seafood, but he also liked some foreign foods as well. (be completely honest, Yuri is bored out of his mind. Work is done, and he has no class for the day leaving him having next to nothing to do with his time until at least later at night where there supposed to be a party at the quad. He isn't much of a party person but her does enjoy it once in a while. Besides, knowing his girlfriend, she will want to go there too, although he knows better than anyone that she can't handle her liquor. With nothing better comes to mind, he picks up his mobile and dials Mizuki's number. A few dial tones before it finally picks up, and he asks straight to the point, "What's your location?" (Tsunami (#msg6215083)REI asked for a table to the waitress. She led the three to one in a secluded place. Miku was thankful to be protected from other people's staring. That definitely wasn't the time to think in naughty things, and seeing people staring at her, whispering about just happened, wouldn't help a bit. The waitress winked to her saying something about 'private time'. Miku blinked, not knowing what that meant. Best not to ask, she thought. While waiting in that awkward silence, she looked over the customers. Her eyes stopped upon a blonde, cute girl that was eating a large bowl of food. Wow, how could she manage to eat all that? And she didn't seem to be even a bit fat. Lucky girl, Miku thought. She didn't have trouble with food, but eating like this would surely give her some extra weight. Miyu left her distraction when she heard Youth making his order. She followed him:"Well, the same for me to drink, and to eat...", she placed a finger in the menu, looking for something to order,"hmm... that one. Pan seared tuna steaks." Yuuto asked what REI want to talk about. Miku looked at her too, pretty curious as well. Sandusky actually blushed as they stared after him like a side of meat and perked a brow. Waiting in line for a few more minutes and would eventually get something to eat in the form of a burger, drink and a baked potato. He'd turn about and filled the fountain drink and would get a seat among a group of girls and sat back relaxing as he got into it calmly. San would catch more lookers and sighed. "If you're wondering, yes I am that large." He finally confirmed for them. "That's why you're staring right?" REI was very simple, simply asking for some shrimp and rice and a tasty cola. There was a brief, awkward silence between everyone when the waitress left, before Youth asked her why she'd taken them to dinner. REI blushed bright red, unsure how to answer at first, before finally admitting, "w-well, it's because your sister... the one who was found outside... she um..." she was very nervous and hated bringing this up, "I hope you're not mad but... I was kinda hoping to ask you questions about it because my editor wants me to... well... push the story a bit." Her editor was actually a tiny voice in the back of her head, squealing with glee, wanting her to push the story like there was a full-blown case of the rapists out and about on campus. Meanwhile, in the main food court area, the tables were cleared away, the chairs stacked and wheeled out, and the large empty space was being turned into a party spot. A large TV was wheeled in and anchored high enough to be visible by all, and the DJ booth below was being set up with the myriad of songs and other stuff necessary. The shop owners of the food court, the ones who owned restaurants, were gearing up to switch from being a primarily sit-in service to selling quick snacks that could be nabbed on the go and eaten. Banners in a rainbow of colors was strewn about, and the lights were being rigged to allow all manner of colors, not just bright white. It was going to be a wild party. (Mizuki Mizuki is still eating when she suddenly feels immense pleasure, barely preventing herself from moaning out loud. She puts down her chopsticks and looks around to check if none is paying attention to her. She reaches under the table into her skirt. Slowly, she inserts two of her fingers into her pussy, moaning slightly but thankfully hidden thanks to the crowds voice inside the restaurant. Slowly she pulls out the item inside her which is her mobile which she had set in vibrate only mode, not for the first time thankful that the item is custom-made. Despite the small size allowing it to fit in her pussy, the item is waterproof and vibrates harder than normal. She looks at the screen and smiles as she sees her boyfriend's name on it before pushing the talk button and place it on her ear, "I'm at Matsumoto Hall, having dinner and waiting for the party to start. I'm at that seafood restaurant, Umiak. You know... the one that have this nice Salmon Teriyaki don. I'll be waiting here, ok?" She ends the call and looks around once again to check if anyone is looking as she slowly puts the mobile back into her pussy, giggling slightly at the thought that none other than her and her boyfriend knows that miss prim and proper Artemis is going in public with a mobile in her pussy as if it's a vibrator. Not that she plans to tell anyone about it too. (sighs as he put his mobile back to idle mode and makes his way to the food court. He knows probably better than anyone about his girlfriend's exhibitionism tendencies and to be completely honest, he doesn't mind it at least most of the time. It is only the worry that someone may find out about it and takes advantage of it that worries him greatly, not that he plan to let them to even try at the first place, anyone who tries to do so will have to face his wrath, and he is thankful that at least most of her "fans" knows it. When he arrives at the food court, he sees the party preparation is already going on means that he has made it in time. Without minding the crowd still in the food court, he walks to the mob and taps the nearest guy while saying in menacing voice, "Move." As expected, the guy turns and look ready to give him a piece of his mind, that is until he sees who the said person is and immediately jumps to the side in fear, after all, Yuri's tendencies in violence is famous and not many people want to be at the receiving end of it. As expected, the guy's move made him bump to the person next to him which prompts the surrounding person to turn and does the same action as soon as they look at Yuri. It doesn't take long for the people to spread and opens a path for him quite literally before Yuri walks calmly through the path into the restaurant where he immediately spots his girlfriend and makes his way to her. "Err how do you mean push the story? To what end?" He asked REI since he wasn't certain what she was playing at. Youth felt a little defensive now since this was his sister they were speaking of and his hands fold together listening to what she might have to say. Regardless he points something out that might get her attention"I'll nip one question in the bud. I know the victim. She's Awake, my sister and from what she told me it sounds like the bastard never got the chance to rape her. She used a taser I gave her on his groin." Yuuto wasn't certain on if that was true or not, but he didn't want to admit that it was possible that Awake had been raped. The very thought go it made his hands clench tightly in anger over it. (Tsunami (#msg6215083)So, that's all? REI was just hunting a history? Miku wasn't sure if that would be a good thing. Youth seemed to be on his guard, though. She just stood there, listening to them, when her mind started to wander again. Miku looked at the large bowl Blondie again. What? Did she just get a cellphone from her...? Miku couldn't tell for sure, but it seemed to be the case. That was weird and... hot too. Tosh ion-kun made her use toys in public sometimes, but never a... cellphone. Miku blushed, oddly happy to see someone that shared her fetishes. It kinda made her feel less lonely. Before the girl could notice, she looked away. It would be great if Miku could be her friend, she thought. But, to what end? It's not like they could just sit and chat about their pinkies... no way, it could be too embarrassing. Miku sighed, trying to catch up with the conversation between Youth and REI again. Once the party began to get set up, San groaned; he didn't like large crowds as it were, and it seemed like he was being pushed out of where he was and sighed. He got up, collecting the food he'd gotten and went inside the café as well. Joining the other students that were eating too and sat down nearby. He could hear them and listen to what they were talking about but hadn't yet decided to chime in because he was busy eating. He'd have at the others as he sat back relaxing some, brushing his wild mane out of his face- continually getting it in his eyes and mouth, gross. Then he recognized an old friend of his from years ago; he didn't know Youth-san was here at the same school." Yuuto? Is that you?" he asked, "man it's been years!" It took a moment to register who was talking to him, who had called him out by his name with no honorific. Not that he cared either way." Sano, I didn't think you'd get into this academy!" He smiled a touch as he leaned back in the booth as REI got a touch more timid now that anther boy was here. It was all too much for her, and she quickly says she'll talk more on it later and turns inward upon herself to head to a happier place inside her head. Youth looked up at San and then says"Well have a seat." He said with a smile though below the booth Youth scooted over to mid-Jan his hand grazes upon her waist once more. He might do something more if he was silently urged to do so of course. San just smirked a bit, one of those one-fang type smirks. "Neither did I apparently my grandfather set it up for me that I could when I got old enough." He said and got up and joined them at their table. "It seems like you're still reeling in girls though. Something's never change." He said. "At least you aren't pranking them... yet." San said and relaxed a bit and sipped at his drink and looked at the other two girls. REI and Miku? "Hi." He said to them both and noticed how shy REI seemed to be; wasn't she the school DJ? A shy DJ? That was a new one. (Mizuki Mizuki is still eating while keeping her eyes around her when she spots her boyfriend, looking Stoic as ever. The effect is immediate as her expression nearly quite literally lit up enough to give everyone around her a tan as she waves her hand above her head to attract his attention. As the man approaches, her smile grows by the minute, it is just real plain to see how much she really loves the man, heck, if someone is to look closely, they might even see that she is getting more and more aroused just at the sight of him. When he reaches her arms length, she can't take in anymore as she literally stands up and grabs him before pulling him for a very passionate kiss. So passionate that some of the girls around her blush bright red at the sight while some of the males are drooling. (Tsunami (#msg6215083)Miku was still trying to catch up with the conversation when another boy showed up. Apparently an old friend from Youth. She stood quiet while they greeted each other. Meanwhile, Miku could feel Youth's hand sliding through her waist, under the booth. She wondered, blushing, what he was up to. Could it be that he felt encouraged to touch her more intimately after what happened before? Oh, no! She wasn't so sure that she could resist him... Sano talked about him and Youth. Miku blinked in surprise. What he meant by 'reeling on girls' and 'pranking them... yet'? REI blushed and answered him with a timid 'hi'. Miku looked at the boy who just sat and answered." Hi! Samoan, right? I'm Miku Tsunami. Pleased to meet you." Then, blushing, she asked, a somewhat worried tone in her voice:"What do you mean by Youth pranking on girls?" Since Miku wasn't objecting in a sense Youth decided to be a touch bolder and let her know quite clearly that he was indeed interested in a girl such as her. His hand dipped slowly along the side of her bottom before circling around her hip and snaking right in between her legs. His fingers run along the smooth nether regions of her soft womanhood, and he stroked the labia with index and ring finger with the middle finger pressing along her clit. From how this place looked this looked like some kind of place where couples tended to engage in exhibition behaviors. He could already see another pair fooling around in the other booth. So he was not at all concerned with what went on. Granted he wanted to try more, but he figured that this was already being quit bold enough. San simply shrugged t the sight of what was going on, it didn't affect his way of thinking. Sure it might've given him a hard on if he watched for too long but it wouldn't alter his reactions. When Miku asked, he chuckled a bit over it and winked, knowing what was going on. "He was a prankster when we were younger. I think he might've grown out of it by this point judging by how he's doing now. Just be careful he doesn't romance you then leave you hanging." San warned her and took a bite of his sandwich and relaxed in his chair. He had seen REI scurrying out and blinked. "What's with her?" (Tsunami (#msg6215083)Miku got her answer, but not from San. She felt, startled, Youth's hand sliding from her waist to between her legs. H-How could he? But, instead to be angry and shout at him, she just watched herself opening her legs to let Youth play with her private area. The way he was fingering her clit was so, so good. And right in front of his friend and REI, in a public place... he definitely hit her weak spot. On top of all that, Youth was someone that she met just a couple of hours ago. How could she let him play with her like that? She was feeling so dirty and embarrassed. And yet these feelings were making her only more horny. Miku thought about take his cock from his pants and play with it as well, but she held herself. The girl stood there, blushing furiously, trying to not moan from Youth's fingering. Soon he would notice the wetness in her sex, an obvious proof that she was liking his bold action. Then, San finally answered her. Her eyes widened a bit. He knew what Youth was doing? Was that so obvious?" N-nonsense!", Miku replied, trying to hide her arousal, "I j-just met him. We're just f-friends..." She looked down, embarrassed. Looking to anyone in the table would only give away what she was feeling right now. Rei looked at the stage being set up in the hall and looked to her watch." Hm, it's nothing, really," she said, answering San." I need to go, have a show to make." Rei stood up and looking at Youth, she said:"Youth-san, I'll talk to you later, in a better opportunity. Meanwhile, think about sharing that story. It could help to catch whoever did that to your sister. Now, please, excuse me. Goodbye everyone. I hope that you enjoy the show later." The girl left in a hurry, leaving the three behind. By the agitation outside the café, the show would start soon, in an hour or less. Youth ceased what he was doing for the moment as REI unknowing of what was going on began to excuse herself." Alright Ramsay, we'll talk later. See you at the show." He said with a smile given onwards her and a bow of his head." Thank you again for spotting the meal, and I'll not forget my part of the bargain." Yuuto gave a smile as he then says"And I couldn't have asked for someone better." His fingers dug deeper into her soft pussy parting that flower with three of his fingers and pumping steadily now in and out of her grinding the palm bone right up over her clitoris. He had no cares at the moment as he did this as it seemed as though she was quite happy with the arrangement. She seemed quite capable of fighting him off if she chose, but she didn't." She is sweet and kind and I think she shares a lot in common with me." He would take a drink acting perfectly casual about this as he sat next to her. Poor Miku seemed so conflicted about something, but he helped her make up his mind using his free hand to unzip himself to give her some extra temptation. However, that sight was soon gone as he zipped right back up however leaving the zipper exposed. Then he calmly stopped what it was he was doing all together now that she was significantly warmed up.

Primrose Academy - Matsumoto Hall [Hentai System RPG]|rating:4.0

Post Apocalypse - open to all

Content: The setting will be brutal, violent, look out for yourself, might makes right sort of world. RP/ ERP. Violent, NC, Rape World: Mainly human, but mutations and adaptations are acceptable though generally looked at as non-pure and those who do not rise to power because of their mutation/adaptation will be hunted/purified by whatever bands/groups/quasi military that have formed in the meantime. Think - walking dead, revolution type societies. Set up: Do we even know what year it is anymore? Would it matter if we did? We never got to deplete the natural resources buried beneath the crust of the earth because the plague wiped out about 89 percent of the worlds' population. At least that is the best guess. Those people who believe the propaganda from the Razor, are sheep. Still, the Razor has its function. The North American continent has survived well enough, coming together with bands of people of all different skill types. The Razor 'recruited' the best of the best. By recruited, I mean taken and forced to work for them. They apparently educate a portion of the population, the rest are workers, slaves or breed stock. I know all this, because the stories have passed down through generations. What happened before the twisted death, still haunts me. I have never seen it, and it has been a few generations since anyone has seen 'one of those' first hand. Grand papa said that before the disease struck, war was coming, and horrible chemicals were PURPOSELY being developed in shining white rooms with glass and light. They were noisy and exciting, machines were common and life was easy. People talked into machines for a living, and sat behind machines, they wrote on paper and lounged after eight hours. Indolence was the sin of our world. A disease did get out, and was so viral that it was worse than the mushroom bombs. Grand papa and papa argued about that. Always back and forth, which caused which. Our small tribe is far from what used to be civilization. Sometimes one of the men decides he needs to prove himself and go to the barren land that used to be a city. They go to bring back trophies. The metal has mostly been picked clean, and there are bands of men and women who live there. If they go, most times we never see them again. There is something else there too, Grand papa says invisible stuff, like air, attacks the body, and twists you inside. If they come back. Sometimes, if they have children, the baby is different. I am one of them. The tribe rarely sees anyone new. New blood is welcome. After so many generations breeding with your blood relations, sometimes the children turn out stupid, or lame, or deformed. There have been raids to catch new blood men, or women, so our tribe can survive many more generations, but we isolated ourselves on purpose. Men who come through, are celebrated, then drugged with aphrodisiacs in their feast dinner and set to impregnate as many fertile women as he can before he passes out. Women are rare, and are coaxed to stay. If this doesn't work, they are kept. This doesn't make many people happy until a child comes. We till fields, but do not clear much area. Doing so would alert raid groups to our whereabouts. We travel in pairs, and do it quietly. Papa says we were all much taller, stronger and sturdier in the before time. There are rumors that the Razors men and women prosper and are also tall and strong. We have learned to farm high in the trees, creating natural containers, that look like giant birds nests, soil and seed is then planted, and we harvest from those plants as well as hunt meat, and collect what can be had from the ground and trees. Mama knew that I could "hear" people think. It isn't so uncommon that people do 'unnatural' things, but even in our homes no one speaks of it. No one 'remembers' what the children can do once they pass into breeding age. Raiding bands: Think Road Warrior The Razor: This is both a political assignment (leader), and an organized? Cityish place. The Razor was the original organizer of the original small town. It started out as a raiding party, and was contested land. The leader of the final conquering raid band that held the land. His nickname was "The Razor" named so for his preferred implement. A straight razor. He liked to torture, by making long superficial slices, keeping someone alive for a time before finally slitting the throat. It was rumored he drank the blood of his victims and only his inner circle partook in the rituals. In the last 50–70 years the small town grew due to the natural resources. A large river ran through it, carrying garbage downstream, providing fresh water and allowed for many other functions. There was a large lake nearby which also provided food. The land was fertile and there is a farm community there. The land, however, has regressed to something like feudal times. The landowners being titles given to those favored in 'court' They then allow people to farm the plots of land, and as payment send a portion of the harvest to the landowner, who in turn provides a portion of that to the current Razor. The inner city is walled off, and is well protected, with an outer wall manned by a peoples' militia. Raid groups generally do not try to take over the city any longer. None are big, or organized enough. The Razor understands that becoming comfortable at the expense of vigil will mean death to the city. The Razor, (Who was named Jayson before the final testing for the Razors name) also fears to educate, and train too many to too high a competence. Paranoid, he believes that his seat will always be challenged, outrightly or subversively. Part of the Razors duties include breeding his selected women in rotation to populate the city with his blood as much as possible. There have been complaints, even from some loyal to him that he has taken far too much of the good breeding stock, overstepping his bounds. Things have started getting out of hand as men are "forced" to start breeding the working stock women, due to lack of women of age to bear children. No man may own more than a single woman, but Jayson has four. Women who produce are not so common, but are becoming more so as the ground heals. There are outbreaks sometimes of disease beginning in the poor quarters, in the slums, where the drudges live. This is common disease though, starting with vermin. They all live at the end of the river. Where the most garbage is. They are virtually untamable because they have nothing to tax, but on the other hand, they are nothing, expendable. Most of the common world. The between are wild and green. There are traces of old highways, and things which existed, but the world has reclaimed most of it. What used to be small towns, and suburbs have virtually been torn down by natures insistence on taking it back. In these wild places sometimes you can salvage things, but most dare not go in. The majority of creatures who live there have all evolved to hunt human. Projectile weapons, and guns are rare, but the Razors 'scientists' work to reclaim the making of many things.-------------------------------------------------------------------------Trip from the tribe, filtered out the buzz of her kinsmen thoughts around her. She couldn't know what they thought... or at least couldn't let on. Up in a tree, she pulled the weeds from the nest, and ate them. A trick she had learned from her gran. It made your belly feel full if you couldn't get anything before then. Half a dozen kin worked within 'hearing' range even though they worked quietly. She hadn't tried her skills though sometimes she wished for something cooler, more useful than 'hearing'. It made her sigh. Late at night sometimes she would sit with the other girl, the one who could make the leaves tremble, and they spoke. They sat together more than other people did, and she felt good and safe. They shared a secret. Sometimes they laughed with hands over their mouths. It was a strange noise, like a yip and a bark all at once, but it felt good too. (Meh, I personally am not sure how this will turn out, but there are very few rps in this setting... and I was bored...) It looked like he had found another place with some people living. At least from what he saw laying on the ground, some partially eaten bodies. Each one looked like it had been left to decay for a few weeks, and missing a limb or two. Judging by what was left of their weapons, a sling and a stone spear, they were probably hunters for a nearby village. The question was where they from the ruins of that city he had seen as he was on his way here, or from the forest he had been moving through. The road he had been following moved through the edge of said forest on its way to that city. A city wasn't always the best place for a wanderer to just stumble upon. Nate had to find them so he could decide if he should avoid them or not. It depended on how much of a threat they would be, how they treated outsiders, or even the number of raiders in this area. He had been traveling through some badlands with the rare pockets of people for a little over one moon. It would be bad if the first place of civilization killed outsiders. Or acted little better than raiders themselves. It would be even better if freaks like him who had adaptations from his family were welcome like in his now dead tribe. He did not want to relive that at all, fighting just because he was born with advantages that were not human. At least he could pass for a regular human when not excited, or stressed out like when he was in a dangerous hunt. His adaptations helped him be one of the best hunters in the tribe; his senses were twice as strong as a normal person’s, though not as strong as his mothers. And his strength and speed were a little better than a normal person’s, of course not as good as his father's. Giving him an advantage when he was in trouble or against the dangerous beasts in his forest home. Past that he looked human unless he was excited, or very stressed like when he was cornered. At those times his eyes seemed to shift to almost feline pupils, and the color changed from green to yellow-orange, like the eyes of one of those jungle cats he used to hunt back home. He stood at almost 6 foot, a real oddity in this world alone. Dark brown hair that looked like a mess, survival in the wastes outside the rare areas of civilization. Only the small beginnings of some gray hair barely noticeable, he was about 29 years old. His face had a little over a month worth of a beard and mustache.Currently, he had scavenged a dark leather duster from some raiders to replace the light furs he had been using for a while, and had gotten very damaged. Plus some light shirts that fit this temperature better recovered from some ruins he had been scavenging through outside any real civilization, or raider territories. He had found his current weapons in that same store. With a sigh, Nate turned off the road and decided to turn into the forest. He needed some food and find some water. His water skin was almost empty hanging from his pack, and he only had a few strips of preserved meat for the sand wolves that had tried hunting him. There would have to be something worthwhile to eat in this forest. As he left the path, he pulled his bow, a thing so metal, or some other stuff. The tag in the ruins that he had recovered it from on his trip said it was a ‘Compound Bow’. No idea what that meant, but it fired arrows that did better than his now old and broken wooden bow that he had made while growing up. Plus some arrows with metal tips, but seemed kinda flimsy, but worked. It had saved his life. That same set of ruins seemed to have some metal knives inside it. He was lucky with that find. It had saved his life against a pack of wolves. Maybe while he was hunting in these woods he would find some of the people who lived in this area, and he could observe them to see what their tribes were like. She 'heard' him before she actually heard him. His thoughts were random, and not of a brutal nature. Pulling the flag flower from the nest garden she held it high. There was always one flag flower in the nest. Each nest was within eyesight of each other. This was the workers warning system. Each flower was lifted in each nest that had been occupied then replanted. Each farmer sat perfectly still in the nest which was about 5 feet at the widest by about three to four feet. A curious sensation tickled her stomach. Excitement. Perhaps he would come to join the tribe and stay. Even if he didn't, she was old enough to be bred. There were many ready, from oldest to youngest which would hover about him. He was not yet in eyesight, and the workers would wonder, but that would be forgotten in the excitement. She listened, and he was unnaturally silent, but she could pinpoint the location he was coming from before she saw him. She inhaled in surprise when she finally did see him because he was a GIANT! Hearing about men like these in the time before the twisted death, and before the mushroom bombs. She stood full-grown at just about four feet, among the tallest, which generally meant among the well-fed. Her mind raced projecting her thoughts at him, her intense curiosity. She felt relatively safe in her perch. The village would know about the presence by this point and be prepared to meet him. There was a strong urge to break protocol and shimmy down a vine to examine him, but she could see that all the girls had the same idea, the same urge. It wasn't long before he was near the tree she was in, and walking under the gardens above. She moved nothing but her head to watch his progress. One of the elders melted out of the underbrush, hardly as silent as the newcomer. She knew that there would have been some debate, then observation to see who he was. The best Spearman would be nearby, hidden, waiting, just in case. She could pick out a few of the tribe, which meant that there would be reprimands all round, for being seen. Headman: "Ho traveler, you hunt our lands, and this is not permitted"Trip could have clapped her hand over her face. It was certainly a way of drawing the giant out to immediately show his intentions. The giant towered over the tribe, though they were more than a dozen feet from him. It made the whole of her tribe, even the headman look small by comparison. Bloody hand prints littered the walls of the now ruined building, long hallways had doors numbers on both sides that led into ruined housing after ruined housing, no food, little supplies, worthless. Rat shit littered the rotting carpets filling the already toxic smelling air with an almost touchable stink. Every room had to be checked. Dante thought to himself as he worked on the second last room. Finding nothing he looked at the very last one, an old decrepit lock long broken held the door still in place like an old man still protecting the tribe he grew up in. One swift kick and the flimsy wood shatters inwards, showering the large rodent on the other side. It hissed and threw itself at the man on the other side of the door frame. Grabbing its muzzle shut and stabbing upwards with his blade the threat was gone. He moved into the room and found what he was looking for. On the other side of the low-light room was a large water cooling unit, long since broken down and rusted. Inside the liquid still remained, and he filled his water skin, along with every bottle he had on him. Three water filter barrels, the kind you'd find in a prewar office were laying on the rusted metal, he emptied one and marked this location on his map, and put the road map back in his rough sack. Smiling Dante left the building walking back out into the blinding light, when his eyes adjusted, the wasteland opened around him, weirdly grown trees few and far between. Sand covered the ground blowing over the dry dirt and the cracked pavement leading out of a broken city. He started walking in the opposite direction of the massive structures and cannibalistic tribes inside. It had been less than a year since Dante had left his tribe. They had not left on good terms, and he doubted they would take him back. He wandered the wastes looking for another tribes to put his skills to use. Hesitant to do so however, for good reason, He had seen some footprints in the distance and had tracked them this way. Detouring when he saw the building in the distance hidden by trees. He was a tall man standing at five foot ten inches. He had strong arms and tanned brown skin. Furthermore, he hands long tied back hair, the hair would normally go down to the middle of his back, but is now tied back into a ponytail by a chain that had once been a necklace. His outfit it a tattered overcoat duster, covering the bulletproof vest he wears under. It would stop a hand gun, and hold a knife from killing him. Not fully bulletproof, however. Or knife proof for that matter, Anything bigger was still something to be worried about. Carrying only two weapons, one it a dull combat knife, mostly for a scare tactic, as it had a broken part in its blade making it look like it had a hook on it. No one would want to be cut by that. Two a farming sickle he had strapped to his waist. The blade was spotless steel, the blade was curved and long, about as long as his forearm, it could easily cut off a head if enough force was put behind it. Dante's tribe was one that had learned to break down metals from the old world and use metallurgy as a craft, they made simple things, walls out of crude sheets, reform broken knifes, repair damaged metal that could not be melted down. In a world where no one could teach them how to really work with steel, it was more trial and error. Dante's brother however took an instant love to the work, He was one who made him this sickle. His name was still engraved into the hilt. Benet. The people in the city had treated him nice when he first entered, He had seen the buildings as he traveled aimlessly through the slightly wooded desert, they gave him food, water, told him about the animals in the area. It was all going fine, until they tied him up while he slept, and put him in a cage to watch while they continued to roast their other captive over a large bonfire. Weaponless he only lived since they put his cage next to a tub of oil that used to light torches around the surrounding area and in their homes. He kicked it over, spilling the oil into the fair, the following unstoppable fire scattered the tribal monsters of people. He took whatever food he could, a rough sack that had not been burnt, and took his sickle from a burning corpse. Furthermore, he moved on. Dante fingered the hilt and waited behind a tree looking at the footprints on the ground, leading off into the distance, far away from the city. Time to head out again. Maybe I'll make my way back? He wondered to himself and kept walking through the baron wasteland dust rolling in the slight wind while the heat burst down onto him. He followed the prints into a wooded area and waited, not thinking, keeping his breath low, and figured he was either far ahead of the person he was following, or had gone in the complete wrong direction. Rain followed the former captive. Not many had escaped the fire, and she blamed Sickle man for it. She was a scrappy black haired thing, well-fed, tall enough, and tough. She got through the worst that the gang had thrown at her and earned her right to do what she wanted with who she wanted. Once in a while now, someone would fuck with her, try to force her, but she quickly reminded them why she ranked higher. Her knife skills were good, but only because she was fast. Rain didn't know why, but her hair kept coming loose and left her with a strange patchy hairstyle. She shaved it all off after that. All except her bangs, and the stuff that hung down in front of her ears. She was no tracker, but she kept the fire starter in sight, or never out if it for long as she followed him into the forest, bent on revenge. Dark clothing patched multiple times was all she wore. Knowing nothing about the bush, and forests she followed off the path, but could hear herself trampling the ground. It was stupid following him into the bush, not knowing his skills. Reaching a clearing, she stepped into the middle of it after losing sight of him once again, sure he knew he was being followed. "Come out murderer. Death, sickle man. Pay your dues" She might have been pretty if she was cleaned up, if she hadn't the scars all over her body from fighting, if she hadn't lived a hard life. She had good teeth, was strong, and fought for her food, and got her drink near the top. Now she would have to do it alone. She was working herself into a frenzy. The mushroom wasn't helping. She was almost to the point of seeing red, and irrational, knife in hand. Her rare and precious weapon. He had two, but she knew he couldn't use the big one in close quarters. Not effectively anyway After just about 10 minutes of wandering through the forest, Nate could already tell something was stalking him, though he wasn't sure what. It wasn't one of the Jungle cats from his home, or a sand wolf that had been in the badlands. But still dangerous by the chills he got down his back, And it wasn’t human. The lingering smell the had on the area was weak, but growing stronger as he went, showing he was going the right way. No, whatever this was probably hunted the people of this area, and probably left those bodies he had followed here. When he finally reached the area the human scent was getting stronger was when he noticed something weird in the trees. ‘Large bird Nests? Do they have dread wings here? No, the nests are a little too small for that. Maybe a smaller bird of prey. I wonder if they taste good.’ Were his thoughts as he walked, looking up at the nests with some strange flower poking out of the top of it… It was when the wind shifted blowing the scent of one of the nests towards him that he picked up the strong human scent, forcing him to look very closely at the nearest one. It took a moment, but after running his eyes over the odd nest, he couldn’t spot anything, but he got the feeling he was being watched, and he had had that feeling for a few minutes since seeing the first one. You don’t ignore those gut feelings if you want to survive. He learned that early while hunting. Plus it gave him an early warning to listen for the footstep of people approaching. Immediately upon hearing them he pulled back on the string of his bow, aiming the new arrows with metal tips at the first on to appear. It was an elder, but he had heard the other dozen or so getting in position around him. They were ready for a fight, but probably only had spears or slings. Like the bodies he had found. The people of this area had found him before he found them. That was different. Plus, seeing the headman of this tribe, he was short, especially compared to him, but also compared to the about 5 foot average of his tribal lands. He had thought people were taller in other places, not shorter. This situation didn't let him think about that much. He didn't know his height was part of his mutation either.“Maybe old man, but then some don’t care when they need some food and water.” He started, glaring at the old man, but forcing himself to stay calm. They didn't look like people with mutations, so he couldn't show the visible part of his Taking a deep breath, he forced himself not to get too ready for a fight. To keep his eyes from changing. “Let me get the beast that has been stalking me since I entered your forest, and some water and I will move on. I’ll just need some time to cure some of the meat.” Though he looked like he was going to say something else, but he waited to grin a bit before he did. “Also, you can tell your hunters to stop hiding. They aren't all that good, I spotted them as they were getting into ambush, and I saw the dead bodies of two of yours as I entered the forest.” Ok, not exactly true, he hadn't actually seen them, he had heard them moving. The bodies part was true though. They were not as quiet as the hunters of his tribes to the northwest so far away. After sitting in the bush for a short time he sighed, he was far behind whoever he was following. Or at least he thought he has, he could sit here all day, maybe a week if some animals stopped by, but nothing would have gotten done. He picked up his sickle, looking at the long simply curved blade, a sharp point, it was only a useful tool at full arms reach, made for cutting and leaving wounded, sure it could cut through bone, that takes much more force, and would take more than a split second. Hearing leaf crunching coming from the path he had taken, his thoughts stopped. Looking down the path through the woods he saw a girl following him. This couldn't have been who was following him, she was much to light to make the imprints he was following. A full-grown man had to have made the prints. She was almost good-looking, the scars and hair were a slight turn-off but no one was really on the better looking side anymore, you either had the parts or didn't, simple. Dante reached for his knife, he had to make a choice, kill her or talk to her. She seamed tired, her heavy breathing could have meant anger or exhaustion, her tattered cloth could have meant scavenger or needy killer. If she was following him, she may have been part of the raiding group that got him, or one of the captives they took." Come out murderer. Death, sickle man. Pay your dues"… Alright, she wasn't friendly, he finally assumed and kept hidden, hardly breathing. He knew the average breath rate of a human was between twelve and twenty breaths per minute. From tracking, he also knew that without trying a human could only hear differences in breathing or sharp sounds in breathing. Being a hunter for his tribe helped with that, He lowered his to a constant thought, keeping between five and fifteen per minute. Moving from the bush he was at to one generally behind her, seeing the rage fill her features as he continues to stay hidden. Fear trickled down his spine, it had been a long time since he had killed a man, a week before he had left his tribe. He'd never so much as touched a woman in such a way. Picking up a small stone he threw it to the side of a tree making the sound echo off the other trees around them. If he hadn't of thrown it he never would have known where it landed. He fitted his sickle into his hand and waited for an action. Trip felt the dread of the headman when the hunter spoke that he saw the others, but she also felt the falseness in his statement. She watched him, there was a sharp awareness, an otherness about him. The headman was not well versed at hiding his disgust with his own hunters, and nave enough not to try. "What you hunt feeds ours. You no poach, that cat has kits" Holding up a hand with two brown and gnarled fingers extended. He spoke to the outsider "You will share our fire, eat our food and live as we do, until you pass from these lands" With that he turned his back and began to walk back toward camp. No one else though, no one moved. The headmen woman looked up and held up her hand with two fingers. We replanted our signal flower, and began to shim down the vines. I watched the outsider as I did, which caused Trip to slip because she was so intent on the stranger. The gatherers formed a circle around the stranger. Weaponless, and anxious, but with bright and eager faces, young men, young women, boys and girls stared at him, hope plain in their faces. With any luck, he would seed their next generation. A giant would be their kin. That much was plain. Trix was in front of the man crowded round with many others waiting for his response. Rain hadn't given much thought to anything else that might have been in the forest. So blind with rage, she was unheeding to anything else, to any other hunter, if there was such. Only she knew that the man who killed her people was somewhere in front of her.*Shock* A sound knocked off something, and she charged headlong into the brush in the direction of the sound with an anguished cry. "RAWWWWWWW" Knife in hand, but stopped when she got to where she thought the sound was. The underbrush was thick, and the visibility poor. "COWARD! COME OUT! SHOW YOURSELF" She roared at the trees. Turning the knife, so the blade was back, a slashing stance rather than stabbing. She wasn't the most intelligent creature, and it was becoming apparent, even to her that the forest was not a good place for her to be. She had run, zigzagged, back and forth hoping to run into the man she was after. Charging and trampling, because she didn't know how to move quietly in a place like this. Within minutes, she was unsure where the path even had been. The expression on her face soured second by second. She was fully human, natural, and that had been her point of pride. Something she had learned was that there were more 'filthy' mutants out there than she could even count. Unfortunately, she could only count up to the amount on her fingers. Rains beauty was completely obscured now with the distortion of anger, and dawning fear that this unfamiliar territory could swallow her. She found a clearing where the underbrush was low, the light filtered down, and she hoped to see anyone in plain sight coming at her. "You KILLED THEM, and now it's YOUR turn" she shouted it in hopes that he would lose it and come out. The fire had started to die off though. She never feared for her safety in the urban. But here, everything moved. The leaves were like ghosts of the dead reaching for her, the ground seemed to shift, and everything felt too close. The treetops were too high. When she got out of here, she was NEVER going to step foot into the forested area again. *Meanwhile, just outside the settlement*"Damn it... Am I forced to embrace the horrors of "settlement" once again?" Those words ran through the head of a 5 foot muscled & ragged man dragging himself nearby the city. The black hair on the back of his head had grown as far as his armpits, and his beard has fully grown bushy. He is clutching onto his right arm, which had been fractured by a bandit he had to fight with earlier. Steve had always felt a big displeasure with tribes, due to the history he has had with the one he was in. However, due to the circumstances he is in right now, he might have no choice but to try and settle down again. In his tribe, he usually took part of the scavenger parties that get sent out for supplies. He had a habit of working himself harder than his co-workers, due to the amount they get to keep when they return home, which usually consists of a few slices of meat or its equivalent at most. This is because their leader kept all the resources with him, and personally distributed them however he pleased. It was his selected subordinates that usually got the most of it, even though they only do the "desk work." Living under a big ego tyrannical asshole, with his subordinates equally much, he just couldn't live this idea. Not to also mention he is being forced to mate with his starving woman and daughter just so a heavily taxed civilization could "prosper." On the last tax collection day he was in, he went into an insanity, beating the skull of his collector with a baseball bat he had kept around as a scavenger. After that sudden outburst the two girls were the next unfortunate victims before he regained consciousness. He has long departed from his tribe since. He did have a bounty on his head because of his "crime," though all hunts against him have been unsuccessful. They had even lessened due to the brutalized corpses he would leave behind. They all left a signature however; a right arm being cut from his victim, and used to beat their heads in as they fetal on the floor. Steve had changed his name a lot in order to make sure nobody could follow him, and had been using Steve for the longest time. He can only vaguely remember his birth name being "Al", or was that another name he used once before, it's been too long. Arriving absolutely unarmed, here's hoping Razor's tribe does not know anything about him. It's life or death after this one meeting... Watching her fall for the bait and dive into the wild bushes, he moved slowly and as silently as he could. He watched her flail around and tried to figure out why she was so mad at him. Sure he had overthrown a growing tribe in the broken city. Was that really worth hunting him down and killing him over? Then again he would kill someone for a bottle of water if he didn't know the guy. She was making a hell of a mess of the surrounding foliage, slashing at the green leaves and thorny vines. Inspecting her he grew slightly uncomfortable with how vile she was acting towards someone she had never met. As he mulled this over in his head he hardly noticed her growing closer to him. It was already too late when he noticed her dive to the clearing behind him, he already had to dive out of the way. She recovered in the field and started screaming again. He had made a lot of noise diving from view, any animal he was hunting would have killed him by now or run away, she might have not even noticed the noise, mixed with her own, or something of the sort. Surprised as to how she knew where he was when she moved through the bushes, even though no animal could have noticed him, she was far more dangerous than he though. A small thought at the back of his head told him it was just a lucky guess. He disregarded it. I'm not going to underestimate her again. He moved to a better vantage point his heart rate rising, and his breathing to, he was watching her swing around in the bushes again, she was skilled, but she was reckless. Dante may have thought he could use this against her, if he had been a few years younger and not made said mistake before. Animals were not reckless, hunting, and training himself to hunt made it so he knew how animals would react when backed into a corner, no animal acts like this, sporadic, baleful, deadly. Moving out of the bush he was behind her, crushing leaves under his foot slightly he drew the knife and went for the back of her right leg behind her kneecap, if he took it out she wouldn't be able to walk on that leg for a week. Sickle in the other hand he looked at her leg and dove. Aiming for blood and tendon, disarming, not killing, crippling, not murder. Virgil had never really liked the wastelands, although-as his father before him, and his father's father, and the fathers of old who he had only heard in legends of his own clan... He continued onward as well as he could. The man was a stocky sort, his skin marred with harsh, contrasting color-tattoos of a sort, that layered under his rather thick coat. The entirety of his body was; mostly, wrapped. His eyes showed through the network of scarves and bandannas, his hands were gloved; and the heavy coverings seemed to move with a weight to them that belied their looks. Virgil, it seemed; stood out. Which was good, as it was; he was guiding some sort of beast along with him; and upon the beast? A cart. The cart was obviously meant for trade, as he was- unfortunately, a trader. Not in the flesh of men, or the weapons of many, but in furs. A hunter he was, a survivor of the wastes that truly did his own work in the seclusion of the wilds. And, indeed-even with the evolution of beasts that hunted men for sport. There were those that hunted the hunters. And he did so. Like most men who traveled the roads, who's very profession was the hunt-he had a weapon. He had an ax, and a knife true. But, there was something that set him apart from many. It was crude, it was rusted and obviously repaired with supplies on hand. Wood carved into loving reliefs with primitive and done by a less than skilled artisan, tin plating that was bubbled from repeated explosive use, metal that wasn't the best for its construction but did its job reasonably well. But; he had a gun. Not a powerful rifle by any means, but; the musket itself had been passed from his father's father's father's father to him. As his sire grew weak, and he is strong; it was only natural to bequeath the ancestral weapon to the young man. Who was taught to care for it; to chant and pray to the spirits of the very metals within it for guidance of his aim. And how to replace parts that deteriorated- how to keep the barrel clean. And, most importantly. How to craft the mystical black powder to ensure that his weapon could fire its deadly projectiles. This skill alone, with the most holy elements of Salt Peter, Sulfur, and Rust; was an item of utmost importance to his life, his liberty, and most of all. His job. And he was, for better or worse; one of many men who did such things, hunting; killing... Selling of skins. But, even as he continued down the road, his beast of burden stopped; snorting loudly as it raised the gnarled, be fanged head up from staring at the ground; snorting and pawing with it's rather mishappened forelimbs at the ground. A keening whine was heard as it pawned and pawned; digging ruts into the ground. The hunter himself moved around and slowly embraced the blind-beast's head, cooing and coddling it as he stroked the mostly hairless body. The sounds of reassurance and the smell of its owner calmed the gnashing teeth of the beast itself, the keening whine turning into worried chirps as it was soothed from whatever had spooked it. He only turned toward the bushes; and, not hearing anything-knew that there was a smell that his beast-for that was what it was; it would be best to avoid the conflict. So, with that, he continued on; his hand guiding the beast away from anything that might attack; although-anyone noticing; he was still behind his beast. Relying on a predator to attack his creature first. A good tactic, for those who survived in the wilds. However, he was already drawing toward the settlement-he, noticed a man. Well, that being said there were plenty of men, but, he noticed a specific man. Steve, had been noticed by the stout, rag and leather covered tradesman hunter, and so; he got a loud greeting from the smallish man, "Hail my friend!", well, it seemed-at least. Virgil was friendly. He was a Tradesman first and foremost after all, he had to be friendly! Nate couldn’t help but think that the headman here was a little too irritated. It was understandable that they were spotted, he didn’t need to be a mutant to have been able to notice most of them. A skilled hunter who had spent his life hunting predator beasts would have been able to track them as they got in position. But this wasn’t his tribe, so he wouldn’t say much to that.“You wouldn’t have had a choice if I hadn’t been looking for you.” He stated simply, but as the headman spoke, and basically stated he would be joining them for a meal, Nate had to seriously think about the offer. The offer itself was something he couldn’t really put trust in. Offering to have someone like him, when they all knew next to nothing about him. It had to be some sort of trap, their tribe would not have survived if they trusted everyone like this. He watched the multitude of small, weaponless people start to arrive in this area, and especially watched the people climbing down out of the trees. Seeing them putting flowers back, he was guessing that is how they had signaled everyone about his arrival. None of them looked like a real threat as they all surrounded him and looked up at him. He especially looked down at the woman who had slipped a little when climbing out of the trees. They all looked so eager around a stranger. With a sigh, Nate eased the bowstring down on his bow, easing the arrow out and returning it to his quiver containing a little over a dozen of the new arrows a little longer than his arms. “Fine. I’ll sit with you during dinner. None of you are a real threat.” Though he would not trust them at all. They were too disarming. Steve had heard the call of the trader, and stopped short while he was dragging himself towards the settlement. He turns his head to the utmost friendliest sounding person he has ever met in this vast barren wasteland, but because of all of his previous encounters, he still felt a little uneasy. If Steve was in a stable condition, he probably would have completely ignored Virgil and move on. However, being completely weaponless and having a bad arm has rendered him desperate, and he will need someone to rely on for a little more time in this world. Still clutching onto his arm, Steve makes his way over to Virgil. By the time he got within normal speaking distance, he straightens his posture, nods his head a little, and quietly greets him with"Hey." Virgil's eyes show a bright smile; as he opens his arms in greeting; a gesture that was used by most tradesmen to ensure that their intent, "Ah, hello! I see that you are injured, and I see that you may require some help. So, I will do so. Come! Take a seat on the cart. I assure you that the Mam marmot will not attack you." The trader's accent explained, readily enough, that he wasn't exactly from the outlaying areas at all. He then gave the man an appraising eye. One could tell he was gauging just how dangerous Steve was. And, frankly? Seeing how badly banged up he was, the tradesman had no problem helping. As the Church of the Gun says 'without weapons a man is harmless' which was untrue. But then again. The man, who was quite little by most standards, seems much more pleased to have met someone who wasn't overly concerned with this entire 'gritty wasteland' mumbo jumbo. And he was offering a free ride; it seemed." You appear to have been injured heavily, and are without weapons. I must warn you Saar, that if this is a trap. I have no problems killing you," he still smiled with his eyes, a grin glint in them at the moment as he continued on, "However, I can appraise most of their condition and you sir, are far, far too injured to be bait. So; come, I am heading toward the next settlement and could use someone other than my Mam marmot to keep me company." It seemed loneliness was a good reason to take on strangers, it seemed. Of all the people Steve has met out in the wasteland, this guy is by far is definitely the most welcoming of all. Though, is he having such a welcoming, because he is forced to? Such thoughts of paranoia and trust have bounced back and forth through Steve's head as he slowly drags himself to the cart, but it is for better judgement that he does get on. At least, he thought it was for the better. Steve didn't really say much when he hopped on to the merchant's cart, nor did he take time to acknowledge the man's friendly gesture. All he could really do was get comfortable. Who knows, maybe if he's hanging around with this guy, he wouldn't be questioned by the tribe's gate guard as soon as they passed the border. And maybe he could live just a little longer in this forsaken, unlivable wasteland.IOC:Anybody still here? IOC: I am >.> kinda been waiting for someone to reply to my post. IOC:Same, waiting for Drape ta Virgil only rolled his eyes. The man was paranoid, he'd lost a lot of blood; and-frankly? If he died in his cart it would provide food for the mamarmot at least. He didn't mind death, it was a fact of life; a fact of the entirety of the world they were in. Death around every corner, rock, tree-even within one's own communities it lurked. Crazed mutants, covetous men, all were seen as equal prey-by the Church of the Gun. He only gave the man a brief eye, before continuing on. Speaking that strange, whistling; language the beast he used to haul the cart. The cart itself? A smooth ride, in comparison to dragging oneself. There were bumps, jumps, and jounces. But-he was off his feet. He could recuperate. And... Like most, he probably wouldn't be questioned. If anything he might even be tended to by medicine men if his friendly new companion had anything to do with it. Stroking the mamarmot slowly, he cooed, coddled, and generally kept it calm. And away from the bushes. Although, he was on a side that left him open to the field. A good idea, considering what could live in the jungles. The man's paranoia? It was warranted with the attitude. He was forced to be friendly, it's how traders engaged in trade. But, other than that? His gun at his side, and his lack of fear for what could have been an ambush? Obviously he was an experienced hand at this. Plus, it wasn't likely that a man with furs would be trying to murder humans for leather. As that would be a waste of ammunition- and he only seemed to have knives on him. Other than the gun. So, onward they 'sped'. To civilization. (I have apparently won the RP! I have slain it! /poses upon the corpse of the RP!)

Post Apocalypse - open to all|rating:2.0

Prelude and beyond (Salvelinus - Nevaeh)

Yes the cream dress, which so compliments your golden skin and your lithe figure. Up over your hips, short but not too short, they'll only know there is nothing underneath if we let them look. Up over your flat tummy tying it tightly behind your neck, covering your pert breasts but outlining your erect nipples, which have a habit of popping out when you dance too wildly, and you always dance wildly. Now, those silly heels you insist on wearing – I can never figure out how you can dance in them. But they do allow us a stand-up fuck, if there is a dark corner and a slow dance. I lift your dress and stroke your moist shaven pussy, drawing out the labial rings and attaching the small lock. You can hold it up to pee, but you'll have to ask me first if there is another should want you there. “MMM just one more thing” I fasten the bright silver collar round your neck. “You’ve earned this M'dear. Now we are off, your first visit to the Club. The night awaits.” "You won't leave me will you?" It was a simple question and one that Cara had thought on since she had been told they were going to the club. That he had picked out her dress and helped her to don it only put a smile on her full pouty lips. Even though he always fussed over the heels she knew he liked them since he always insisted she wear them and only them when they got home. When he had first brought up about the labia piercings Cara had voice her opposition of them. But he had made her see the light, and now she was glad he had. It wasn't that she didn't want them it was the fact that she wouldn't just give into him that easily. It was part of the power struggle between them. Every morning she was up before he left so that the small lock could be put into place. Cara knew it wasn't that he didn't trust her, it was so she wouldn't forget that she was his. It rubbed when she wore her jeans, it had to be moved when she went to the bathroom, there was no way to think she was anyone but his. And now, her slender fingers went up to touch the silver collar that he had put around her neck. It was something knew she and wasn't sure how she felt about it and wearing it in public. "This is beautiful but is it necessary?" If it had looked like a necklace more it wouldn't have been so bad, but it looked exactly like what it was. It was an outward sign that she was belonged to someone. Cara knew she was on display by the way the dress cupped her ass cheeks and had no sides as the material came up to cover her breast showing as much as was hidden and tying behind her neck. Yea she was on display for all to see. Sal smiled as he responded to Cara’s anxious question “No I won’t leave you darling, although I may share you. Or you may be required to service a DOM, Dome or sub over the course of the night. It all depends, there is no script. But if I was going to leave you, would I have had your collar engraved?” He reached round her neck to unlatch the collar and showed her the back where ‘My precious Carey ‘ was discreetly embossed on either side of the almost invisible latch. Sal had dabbled with D&S before, but until meeting Cara, he had never been deeply involved. If he was honest with himself, and he always tried to be honest to himself and others, meeting Cara had changed his life. She was the lively, intelligent submissive he had always sought. Her needs for submission and tangible reassurance mirrored his need for dominance and control. He felt the now familiar stirring just at the sight of her and was tempted to instruct her to kneel before him and ... But no, that would come later. He had called in a number of favors to swing this invitation to the Club, he had only been there twice before and never with his own sub and to be truthful, he was as nervous as Cara. Sal carefully replaced her collar round her neck and as his hands moved down her back to cup her delightful ass, he leaned forward to kiss her softly and whispered “You are truly lovely darling and will be the hit of the Club. Now lets us be off before I ravage you on the spot.” At hearing that she might be shared with others Cara's body warmed and tightened. Sal had made her service a DOM one other time, but it had been in the privacy of their own home. Never, ever had he ever brought it up in a public way. Fear gripped her slightly at the thought. She knew Sal would watch if she was to be shared with another or others. Cara knew as well that she would do what he asked. She loved him that much. The man was absolutely perfect for her. He let her voice her opinions and let her whine at times but each time, there was some type of repercussion. And that is just what Cara loved. She loved to feel the sometimes heavy hand of her husband. When Sal would pull the reins in on her letting her know she had hit the limit her body responded as it never did any other time. It wasn't about sex, though it came to that usually at some point. It was about the struggle for power between them. When Sal had shown Cara the engraving on the silver collar, her heart had swelled and dampness grew between her legs. It wasn't hard to know she was loved by this man. Though tonight would be a test for her, for them both. Cara wasn't vain, but she knew she would be a hit at the club tonight. Because to be otherwise would not look good on Sal, and she couldn't have that. Though she would have to watch which buttons she pushed tonight or perhaps just how hard." Couldn't we be late?" She ran a hand down over his dress shirt, across the waistband of his dress slacks and cupped the front of him where she could feel the love he had for her. To be late to Sal was a no no. He was prompt if he was nothing else. He hated to wait on people, and he would never have them waiting on him. She was sure there was no set time to be there, it was a club, but Cara knew in his mind, he had a time set, and he would make sure they were there before it. Sal felt that familiar stirring Carey tensed and flushed when he mentioned sharing her. He knew It was at the edge of her, limits but the only way to define and expand those limits was to test them. The only time he had shared Carey so far was when he had brought Dominick, the Club's maître d', home for a drink and preliminary appraisal before their first visit to the Club. As instructed, she had been naked on her knees when they entered, and she had then served their drinks professionally. And although Carey had hesitated momentarily on seeing his girth, she had enthusiastically provided the required fellatio even to the point of retaining his copious release and swallowing only when DOM had nodded his approval. He smiled inwardly at the thought that Carey's first task on entering the Club would be to kneel and kiss the maître d''s cock before he showed them to their table. On the other side Carey was also always testing his limits, she had a wild streak in her, which she was often helpless to contain, and that was where his discipline was required. Other times it was nothing more than her subtle or sometimes not so subtle attempts to 'top from the bottom' as in her present attempt to divert him with her delightful body and delay their visit to the Club. As Carey pressed against him, cupping his crotch, Sal reciprocated running his broad hand under her very short skirt and cupping her sweet cheeks before slipping a finger between her legs to diddle her already moist pussy. He withdrew his hand and held his finger to his nose inhaling deeply before holding his finger before Carey's mouth for her to clean. He chuckled “Cara, Carey, Carey, trying to control me with your feminine wiles again – and yes I'm sorely tempted, but no you won't get away with it. Now assume position seven, hands on ankles your lovely ass high in the air. That's it, now let me lift this short dress, mmm you are truly a sexy wench, it is all I can do contain myself. Now four pats, two to each cheek, should be enough to bring a little color to your cheeks. I'll help you with the count, here is number one.” You couldn't blame a girl for trying and try Carey did as often as she could. There were times though that Sal kept a tight rein on her. But Carey wouldn't have it any other way. Just like any woman she got pissed at him, but she loved her life and she knew he knew what was best for her. She had fallen right into the training he had given her. Though there were times she had fought him on what he was doing, Carey always saw the light according to Sal. When he smiled at her, she knew her wiling ways were not effecting him, and she was going to pay for trying to make them late. When Sal's hand came up to cup her ass, Carey's legs automatically parted slightly giving him access to her slick pussy. She bites the inside of her lip when his finger slid effortlessly inside her, she was trying not to moan. There was a time to keep her eyes down and a time that Sal didn't mind her looking straight at him. Tonight was the latter, at least while they were still home. Cara couldn't pull her eyes from his face as she watched him draw her scent into him when his wet finger was held to his nose. One deep breath was all he took, and then his hand came towards her.Carey's mouth opened knowing what he was expecting of her. Her lips wrapping around his digit to slid slowly up and down it while her tongue circled around it tasting her own nectar. "Sweet." she whispered as she freed it from her mouth. The tip of her tongue went out to run over her lips to make sure she had gotten all of her essence. Position seven. It had taken her forever to get the numbers with the right position. But she knew them now as she bent over her slender fingers wrapping around the straps of her high heels. Cara couldn't hold a moan back any longer when he raised her skirt exposing her ass to his eyes. Jumping was out of the question when Sal patted her cheeks. But each one brought a new surge of moisture to her pussy. "One." He called them pats, she called them sharp swats. "Two." At least he gave them alternating cheeks this time. That wasn't always the case, but this was only a small infraction so he was being more gentle than he could be. "Three." And another moan escaped her parted lips. "Four." There was no moving until he told her.Carey could feel the warmth as the color covered her cheeks. She couldn't wait to sit on the leather seats of the car to help cool them. But at least she would be able to sit tonight. That wasn't always the case either."Thank you, Sir." Cara stood up finger combing her hair after he had told she could. Cara leaned in to kiss his cheek. As was often the case, Sal found himself becoming tremendously aroused as Carey’s spanking progressed. In part, it was physical; the sight and feel of her lovely buttock getting redder and hotter and the fecund aroma of her moist quit getting wetter with each pat. But it went far beyond physical; there was an almost palpable voltage sparking their exchange of power as he assumed control and Carey submitted willingly to him. Usually spanking would be followed my anal sex; somehow the two flowed together like prelude and fugue. First, he would wet his rampant cock in her sodden cunt and bring them both to the edge. Then he would momentarily withdraw and tease her nether portal with his finger, applying additional lube before pressing his cock head against her rose and letting her slowly work back to take all of him. As he stood still she would slowly move back and forth using her well-trained sphincter to milk his cock as her fingers busy stroked her clit. All too soon they would be lost in a raging climax. But not tonight, initiates were expected at the Club early before the members arrived, and it would not do to be late. There would be more than ample time for exploration of all of Carey at the Club. In addition, there was a delightful tension in prolonging the tension withholding their release, knowing it would build later to a mind-blowing release. Sal was not a proponent of prolonged denial for himself or Carey; indeed frequent and violent climaxes were an integral part of their scene. But there were times when the prize was sweeter when it achieved only after prolonged denial. As car arose from her position on his command and straightened her perfect hair with her fingers, Sal realized that one more touch was needed. He purred “Bend over again my darling one more thing” As Carey again assumed position, he walked over to their toys cupboard and selected a small butt plug and the Spanish fly lube. Returning to Carey, Sal slowly worked the lube and his finger into the pert button between her red cheeks and then slowly inserted the plug. Her warm buttocks and the plug would make the ride especially memorable for Carey. As he Sal walked over to the basin and washed his hands, he noted Carey had retained her position and congratulated her “Well done my darling, you may return to standing. I’ll drive as you may be somewhat distracted.” Cara hand known that no anal sex would follow this spanking but still she was disappointed. It was always one of the things she looked forward too when Sal spanked her as it was almost always a given, like the fireworks of the spanking. Tonight though, there was no time. Cara hid her smile though when she had stood up, her eyes grazing across his hips to see the hardness that was hidden there. His pleated dress pants where worn for a reason on nights like this. Sal would make up for her disappointment when they got home Carey knew that. He wasn't one to leave her unattended for long. Her left finally shaped brow rose when he told her to bend over once more, he had something else for her. Cara could only hope he had changed his mind and would give her a taste of what was to come later. Just enough to take the edge off. But it wasn't to be, Sal walked away from her before coming closer, she knew where he had gone, she could hear him rummaging around. Even his finger was enough to elicit a moan from Carey. It had been a while since they had done anything anal and she was tight. Her sphincter wrapped tightly around his digit as her hips pushed back against his hand. A warmth went through her when he removed his finger and replaced it with a butt plug. Not as full as she liked to feel, but it would do for now. Her rosebud loosened and tightened around the plug but still she held her bent over position. She knew exactly what he meant when he told her she would be distracted. Cara knew what Sal had lubed her with. "That is mean love." She was wet from the spanking, the plug only added to that and with the lube he had used and the ride bouncing her reddened cheeks around and pushing the plug in deeper, she would be crazy and drenched before they arrived. They were half way there, and it was call Carey could do to sit still in the leather seat of their car. The seats were heated and Sal had turned them on to add to her discomfort. Cara's tongue ran across her lips to wet them before pressing them together. "Sal please, just a little, let me just rub it a little." Sal smiled at the sway of Carey’s hips and ass as she walked before him on the way to the garage, the plug really added a certain ‘je ne sais quoi’ to her already sexy ambulation. He was definitely not among those Masters who insisted their sub walking behind them; he took much more pleasure when she walked alongside or before him. Then too Carey’s collar was not an animal collar as some Masters preferred, but rather a delicate piece of jewelry that accentuated her slender neck and full pouty mouth. No clip for a leash that was not his way; only the inscription and the lock keyed to his fingers betrayed its function as something other than jewelry. Passing the full length mirror, Sal’s glance moved from his lovely wife to check his own appearance. The tux he had purchased when they married 10 years ago still fit perfectly, and although he had lost some his hair on top, he retained his bushy mustache to tease Carey. At 5’10 he was not as physically imposing as Dominick and some of the other Masters at the Club, but had found that dominance depended on attitude more than size. As he fastened Carey's seat belt, Sal opened her dress to display her lovely wet pussy and couldn't resist quickly inserting his index finger into her vagina, prompting a forlorn sigh from car, she knew he was just teasing. This time he sucked his finger himself and ignored her pleading look and squirming on the seat. He thought of fastening her wrists behind her, but then thought better of it, the ride would be much more interesting if she were not so restrained. Sal disregarded Carey’s agitated squirming for the first part of the trip, chuckling at her obvious need and toyed with the idea of commanding her to cum now! In her present state his voice alone would enough to elicit a small climax from this oversexed wench. As they pulled up to a long stoplight with a transport truck on their right he took pity on her pleading “let me just rub it a little” and relented slightly. “Very well Carey, a little rub will provide a good show for that horny transport driver while we are at the stop light. But if you keep yourself from cumming, there is a special treat for you in the glove compartment!” Carey always felt like precious cargo when they went anywhere together. It wasn't that she couldn't, but Sal always fastened her seatbelt for her. As well as arranged her clothing depending on where they were going. Tonight instead of her breasts being displayed her pussy was as Sal drove. He was bringing her to the brink tonight before they ever arrived with his teasing. Twice now he had fingered her, and now he was even denying her to taste of her own sweet juices. Her hips rocked slightly in the seat as she tried to ease the ache that he had built in her. Muscles clenching and relaxing, she knew she had to be careful though to not let that action go to far. And so far her whining wasn't doing her any good. But he wasn't annoying Sal either or he would have given her the signal that she had pushed too far. Ten year to some were forever, to her, with Sal it was like it was yesterday they had met and clicked. Perfect is what he was, perfect for her. To her, he was perfect in every way. Though his stature wasn't tall, he stood head and shoulders above anyone by the way he treated her. And now that he had let his mustache grow out riding his face was her favorite thing to do. Her hands were rubbing up and down her thighs to keep them busy and trying to keep her mind off of her joyous uncomfort. And then he had given in. Carey looked to her left to see if she had heard him right, the nod from her husband told her she had. "Thank you." shifting slightly Carey look out of the window and up at the trucks window, the driver was looking down at her. She knew he was getting his eyes full of her pussy showing. She pulled her eyes from his and let her hand move from her thigh to her pussy. Her index finger flicked at the lock so that the truck driver would see it before she let the tip of her finger circle her swollen nub. A soft moan couldn't be held back as she then let her middle finger slip down to go on the other side of her clit and she scissored her fingers with her sex button between them. Her muscles tightened and relaxed as they wrapped around the plug in her ass that was driving her crazy. Cara was careful not to cum though she wanted to so badly to show off for the driver but if Sal had a special treat for her, it was worth not cumming she was sure. It was a long traffic light and Sal was truly impressed that Carey was able to keep from cumming, while giving the truck driver the show of his life. Part of it was training, but mostly it was innate; Carey loved to tease. Finally, the light changed and as they pulled away, the driver gave three honks with his air horn. Sal was tempted to keep just ahead of the truck and then pull off at the rest stop a couple of miles down the road. If the truck followed, he would instruct Carey to give the driver her best blow job to compensate for his frustration at the light. But there wasn’t time as they were expected at the Club, where Carey would have all her sadomasochistic/exhibitionists cravings fulfilled. As they left the light, Sal praised Carey, “Well done my sexy vixen, if you open the glove compartment you will find a pussy pump. Now don’t pretend innocence, I know you’ve been looking at them online. It is just the thing to ensure your nether lips are fully engorged for the club. Oh, yes and make sure your lipstick is thick too, you should leave a bright red ring round Dominick’s cock when you kiss his cock after he shows us to the table. It’s the Club’s equivalent of kissing the Blarney Stone. She had done as Sal had said and gave the truck driver a show, and she hadn't cummed but not she was even more frustrated than she was beforehand. Her fingers teasing her clit had only added to the fire that was already running through her. The lube on the plug, the lock that she knew the man above her had saw, her playing with herself, showing off her pussy to anyone who looked in their car, the spanking she had received before leaving and now the ride in the car. All were things that will keep the fire within her core roaring with need."Oh, Sal! you didn't?" Of course, he knew she had been looking at them online. When ever she pulled a site that would hold anything like that on it, she had to keep the history for him to look see at his leisure. It wasn't innocence she was playing but to use it before she got to the club there was a slight twinge of embarrassment there, but she probably wouldn't be the only one with things like that done.Carey pulled the pump out of the glove box smiling. "Thank you, thank you." Something so small made her smile so big. Sinking down in the seat a little more she played with getting the cup to fit just right, it took a couple of tries to get it to seal but when it did. Her hand worked the ball much like you would on a blood pressure cuff and pulled the air from the cup. God, it felt so good the fuller it made her lips. Cara had her head back her eyes closed she was trying to imagine what her pussy would look like with pouty lips. She knew Sal was watching her as much as he could and drive and small moans and whimpers were escaping her lips that she still needed to reapply her lipstick too. "God Sal baby."Carey looked over at her husband and Master, "I love you." Sal groaned “Love you too babe, but when we get to the Club I’m Master” He found it increasingly hard to drive as he glanced as Carey’s energetic application of the pump. Damn her labia were going to be so distended; it would be difficult to remove the lock. But a bit of ice would cool her off And bring then down a bit. He pulled off into the rest stop; the truck was far behind, but he needed a little relief himself and her was more than enough time for a quick tease. He pulled into an isolated, shaded space and pulled out his hard cock. MMM, Carey, a minute before you do your lipstick again. Actually the contest is to see who can leave their lipstick ring furthest down DOM’s cock, and you need some practice before we reach the club! "But my Master has me strapped in, and I am not allowed to undo that which he has done." Carey was giggling. She had heard Sal say that often, but it had been when she was teetering on the edge, and he had built her up and wouldn't let her bring herself over until given permission. Reaching over her slender fingers with their bright red tips unfastened the seatbelt allowing her to get up on her knees. She knew even in the car there were certain ways things had to be done. And she would abide by them if she was getting to suck Sal's very large cock. Even in the shadows she could see the outline of it as he held it by the base to stand straight for her. Cara turned, both knees on the seat and her ass in the air, she had released the pump to lay on the console, her skirt was flipped up over her back so that her ass cheeks with the plug peeking out could be seen for anyone who happened by. Though where they were parked it wouldn't be likely anyone would. Her fingers replaced his as she bent lower, first running her tongue over the tip and around the rim to wet it before sliding her lips around the head. Cara moaned softly, her hips wiggled between the plug and now her swollen lips she was in a pleasurable pain. Letting the slobbers gather in her mouth, Carey spread them around with her tongue and then swallowed her husband in farther. If only he had let her apply her lipstick before she would have loved to leave a ring on his cock so if anyone else was allowed to touch him, they would know he belonged to her. Cara worked her mouth up and down on him, she could feel him swelling against her tongue. Before he came though she rolled her lips inwards where her lips left only a faint red circle. She had run her tongue over her lips too much while she had been pumping her pussy lips that there wasn't as much as much color left on her lips as she would have liked. With her lips wrapped tightly around almost to his base Carey sucked hard, jerking her head back but not moving her lips back up his cock. She knew Sal was so close to feeding her his load.l Sal groaned as Carey applied her not inconsiderable skills as a Bellatrix to his cock. Her natural talent and enthusiasm and years of discipline and practice had honed her skills to the point where he wasn't sure who took the greater pleasure from her “blow jobs.” And of course blowing had nothing to do with it; rather through a combination of stroking, sucking, licking, nibbling and gulping, Carey would work him to the edge and then tease him interminably. Until at last, he would seize her head and thrust deeply into her throat, gagging her with his pent-up release. And she would swallow every drop, looking up at him with her doe like eyes and her secret smirk, knowing that this was one of the occasions when he relished, no demanded, full eye contact. But as Master, Sal knew he had to maintain control. If he was to deny Carey her release, so too, he should hold back until they were at the club. Reluctantly, he cupped her head between his hands and pulled her delightful mouth from his tumescent cock. As expected there was a faint red ring at the base of his cock, even though she hadn't refreshed her lipstick, Carey had left her mark. He sighed “MMMM darling you are truly delightful, but I too must defer my pleasure until we reach the Club. However, the young man outside the passenger door has been quite entranced by your lovely ass and pussy pressed against the window and seems to have become quite excited. Now be a good slut and reliever his distress before fixing your lipstick Sal in her opinion of tonight was being mean. By denying his detonation of pleasure at the end of her 'blow job' he was again denying her. When Sal pulled her face up to look at him from her position Carey pouted. The idea that he might cum at the club by someone else's action tugged at her insides a little but Carey knew not to act on those feelings. "Meany." But she smiled slightly kissing his cheek before she set up and turned around to open the door.Carey was nice enough to make sure her dress was down before she walked the short distance to the young man. "My Master says you are in distress, and He has sent me to rescue you." There was nothing to rest her knees on, and she would be doing more than enough kneeling at the club so Carey squat down her pussy could be seen by any who cared to look as her knees were on either side of his legs. The man before her was speechless as she reached up to free his young cock of steel from his jeans. Cara could feel it throbbing in her hand as she stroked it before leaning her head in to wrap her lips around it. He was so enthralled that it took no time at all before she was licking her lips and standing up to smile. "I hope that helped." Turning she went back to the car gathering her bag to reapply her lipstick before Sal put them back on the road. As she returned to his car, Sal grasped Carey’s shoulders and looked deeply into her eyes. “Don’t worry about me my darling, if I can hold off from your lavish attention in the car, I can save my first cum in the Club for you! “ He kissed her roughly, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and tasting the last of the young man’s semen which Carey had dutifully extracted and as demanded mostly swallowed. It was one of his secret pleasures, not that he was gay, but he expected her to retain a taste of his cum to share with him after her service. Similarly, he required her to confirm that she had completed the assigned task when he directed her to other men. Sal smiled and handed Carey a breath mint, “Can’t have you tasting of cum before you make it to the Club.” His hands went round to her back and unfastened the top or her dress “Turn round my precious, you are obliged to enter the Club naked, and we may as well give the young man a parting show.” He unzipped the dress and slowly removed it from her luscious body to maximize the show. He folded the dress carefully and opened the back door to put it away before opening the passenger door for Carey. “MMM and the chill air makes your pert nipples so erect!” care knew her roll and she enjoyed it, every little bit of it. Usually she was mouthier then she was tonight, but she had to make a good showing at the club for Sal's sake. If there was a time she could get by with saying or doing something out of line while there, she knew Sal would let her know. But unless he did, Carey knew she was to toe the line and that fine with her. It had already proven to be worth the effort. Before Carey slide back into the car naked and after Sal had kissed her to taste the other man on her tongue she glanced over her shoulder at the boy winking at him. Though she had not expected to be undress until they were in the club. Why dress her up so if she was to enter with only her heels and collar on? Men." You think of everything though had you given me this before that young man, it wouldn't have taken so long." Carey looked over at her husband, she knew the power of the mint on her tongue would have pushed the boy over the top so quickly she wouldn't have been able to swallow fast enough. Sal had once again fastened her into the passenger seat, the plug was still firmly in place now that was seated again. She reapplied her lipstick, barely blotting it as she put it back in her bag. Her other hand went down to feel between her legs, the coolness of the air on her pussy when she had squat down had taken some of the puffiness from her lips. She reached for the pump again, spreading her legs, she had just enough time to make them pouty once again. The pressure from the pump as she squeezed the pink bulb felt so good later she would sit in front of the mirror and do when Sal wasn't around so she could see exactly what it did. She wouldn't let the air come back in the vacuum as she kept pumping the bulb to keep it tight. "I want to be so pouty they can see it when I walk." Carey wanted to show off for her Master, wanted to make the others want her or envious of her and him. Everything she did was for him. Sal chuckled at Carey’s reference to breath mints, she had come up with the Altoids trick in her online research. It had been a truly engorging experience for both of them as he had insisted on reciprocating her lavish attention. In fact, as he recalled, the mint had also distended her labia and clit and with the pump – who knew what might happen. Just before Carey reapplied the pump he sucked on a mint and then reached over to insert it in her vagina – just below the lock. Her lubricating fluids would slowly dissolve the mint and with the pump mmmmmmm. He chuckled “After you’ve made your mark with Dominick, I’ll reward you by sucking your sweet pussy for your first release, and maybe even take off your lock!” He adjusted the windows to maximum tint, now point sparing her beauty with the plebs on the road, and it would increase the valet’s surprise when he opened the passenger door for Carey. The rest of the short drive was without incident, and they arrived at the door to the club at precisely the time he had scheduled. Sal opened his door and handed the keys to the valet and grinned slightly to himself as the young man opened the passenger door. Cara whimpered when Sal pushed the mint deep inside her vagina. He was full of surprises though and that made the night so much more fun for both of them." Might take it off?" She glanced over at him. Cara knew he wouldn't take it off of her until others saw she was his. Sitting back she kept the pump tight on her pussy to make sure her pussy lips were very pouty when they got there. When Sal told her they were there she released the pump and tucked it back into the glove box. Pulling down the light make-up mirror she checked her hair and make up and was ready. Before Sal opened her door she handed him her lipstick in case she needed it, after all she had no place to hide it now.Carey smiled when her door was opened and a hand reached in to help her out. As if she was dressed for the red carpet Carey took the hand and slide out of the passenger side of the care. She heard the gasp of the Valet, her head was high, her eyes lowered as she moved like she was the queen of the club. Wearing nothing but her heels, her bright red lipstick, her silver collar and her lock Carey took Sal's arm. It was hard not to moan softly as when she walked she could feel her distended pussy lips and the lock pulling slightly with each step. As he took Carey’s arm, Sal beamed widely giving the valet the keys and a generous tip. He knew the lad would have much preferred a different kind of favor. But truth be told, he valued Carey highly and his bestowing her favors was not a trivial matter to either of them. And he was probably as nervous about the Club as she was. Their relationship had evolved over the past 10 years, since Sal first engaged Carey as his personal trainer. Initially, given their age difference and his wealth, Sal had feared Carey might be a gold digger, and had his lawyers put together an iron clad pre-nuptial agreement. From the very first their sex had been terrific and with time, they had come to love each other. Gradually, they became more adventuresome sexually, exploring alternative arrangements, first with books, videos and toys, then briefly with the vanilla swinging scene. This hadn’t worked as it was mostly old men or women wanting to fuck his lovely wife. Somewhere along the way, they had discovered DNS and a light went on. They came to realize that Carey was a natural sub who needed to release control to Sal, which in turn fulfilled his need for control. Both had come to realize that this exchange of power was the ingredient missing from their earlier failed relationships. Not that Carey was a wimp, far from it. In fact, under her control of his diet and exercise, Sal had lost 25 lbs and was in the best shape of his life, although still hair challenged. He even ran in the over 45 division with his company’s charity relay running team and had completed his first half-marathon. And now Sal was leading Carey, his naked wife and sub into the Club He felt the warmth of Carey’s arm, she too was finding this stressful, but he suspected that when Dominick stroked her puffy pussy while showing them to their table, it would be slick with her fluids. Then they were at the entrance, Dominick before then, his massive cock pressing against his formal trousers. And, yes as he showed them to the novate table in the front row, Dominick confirmed Sal’s suspicions.Carey was the second of the novates to arrive, shortly thereafter, the third and last, a stunning blonde arrived. Dominick explained that once the members had arrived, they would have the soup course first; then the novates would take part in the first test of the evening the oral test. The order of the girls would be determined by pulling straws with the shortest straws going last. DOM would remove his trousers and sit on the central pedestal to receive the girls attentions. Each would have five minute to pay homage to his cock, and they would be graded by Dominick and two other Masters (a DOM and a Dome) on form, grace and enthusiasm, as well as the depth of their lipstick ring on Dominick’s cock. He was on Viagra to maintain himself and unlikely to reach orgasm from their attentions, but if there were extra marks for making him cum, with demerits for leaking any of his cum or swallowing before presenting his cum to the audience. Sal was happy to see Carey selected the shortest straw and would go last. With her eyes down it wasn't hard for Carey to see how hard Dominick was as his cock strained the front of is trousers. She said nothing as Dominick and Sal greeted each other and Dominick ask them to follow him, and he would show them to their table. With his hand on the small of her back Sal put Carey between himself and the man that was leading them. Dominick's was actually leading them or car alike a pet. His fingers were curled between her puffed lips. He kept them moving, curling and uncurling as they walked, and it was all Carey could do not to moan at the tough. Her pouty pussy lips were so sensitive now from the pump she had used and from the mint Sal had shared with her. When they stopped in front of the empty table Carey reached down to pulled Dominick's hand from between her lips and bring it to her red painted one. Her tongue came out to run along the fingers cleaning them, whispering her thanks while she waited for permission to sit.Carey know it was up to their Master if they were allowed to sit at the table or had to sit on the floor beside them, but she knew that Sal would let her sit in a chair and he did. But it could always be revoked Carey knew. Being proud it was hard for Carey not to look at the others as they arrived to see her competition. Stealing a glance she saw Sal openly eying the blonde that had come in last. After all had been seated and the first course had been served, she sat watching the girls before her as they performed the opening task that she would soon have to do. As Carey toyed with her soup, Sal reached over the and stroked her nape and auburn hair to try and relax her. Their bowls were collected by a trio of subs, one male and two female, with cute little blue or pink bows pinned to their nipples. Gazing at Carey’s long tapering nips and prominent aureole Sal couldn't help but wonder what they would look like with the small dumbbell piercings. At a signal from the Master of Ceremonies, Sal took Carey’s arm and led her to her place kneeling before the podium with Dominick naked from the waist down and his massive hard cock jutting almost to the top of his cummerbund. The other two novates were also led to the podium by their Masters, the blonde by a tall dark DOM, the small dark haired oriental by a rather stout Eurasian Dome. The blonde went first and applied herself with enthusiasm, her mouth softly enveloped Dominick's cock head while her hands slowly stroked his long thick shaft. The minx continued, taking his cock deeper in her mouth until she was almost at his balls, then sliding wetly to his tip while cupping her breasts and rubbing them against his taut scrotum and wet shaft. Dominick responded ardently, arching his back and thrusting deeper into her throat, almost making the poor girl gag. The bell sounded and Dominick withdrew, his cock glistening with the girls saliva and perhaps a bit of pre but no cum. The lipstick mark on Dominick's cock was measured at 9” while the two judges gave their scores 8, and 8.5 giving the girl a respectable 25.5 out of 30 but leaving room for the remaining competitors. It was apparent that the small oriental girl would have to take a different approach than the lusty blonde who preceded her and indeed this was the case. She started by kissing is feet, before moving slowly up his legs, her active hands caressing his calves, knees and thighs as she slowly made her was to Dominick's rampant cock. She then licked the length of Dominick's cock liberally moistening it before she focused her mouth on his tip while her tongue danced across his frenulum and her small hands gently kneaded and massaged his thick shaft. One of her hands moved lower cupping his balls before pushing her moist index finger against his rosebud. She looked up questioningly and at his nod, inserted her finger to rub it against his prostate. Dominick groaned and quivered as she lowered her head taking more and more of his cock into her mouth and throat. As Dominick arched his back on the verge of climax the bell again rang, and he reluctantly drew back from the girl's delightful attentions. The lipstick mark on Dominick's cock was measured at 8.5” while the two judges gave their scores 9 and 8.5 giving the girl a very respectable 26 out of 30 but leaving room for Carey. Cara stood on the edge of the raised stage with Sal at her side. Her hazel eyes watching her competition as the dampness grew between her thighs. There as leeway for her but not much. Dominick was a man who needed release, that is the only way she knew she would win this. Even with being able to swallow him down. Sal had taught her how to do that. Her plan would either work or it wouldn't. When Carey saw time was drawing near she turned towards Sal. "Could you get me a drink of water to get the taste of the soup out of my mouth please Sir." If Sal knew what she was up to he didn't let on as he stepped down to their table to grab one of the glass of water sitting there. "Thank you." Carey took a mouthful swishing it around. When the bell sounded she turned her back to the state to spit the water back into the glass. Before handing it to Sal she scooped up a small piece of ice pressing it to the roof of her mouth so it would melt faster. To her there was not anyone else in the room but her and Dominick. With hips swaying and her eyes on Dominick's cock Carey stopped in front of him. She didn't kneel before him as the others head done, instead she bent from the waist. Cara's legs were spread wide giving everyone behind her a treat. Those near the front would see the lock that was still in place. Hazel eyes glanced quickly at Dominick for the go ahead nod letting her know the clock was running. Slender fingers with polished tips wrapped around the man's extremely hard cock. As they slide up and down a couple of times she ran her tongue over her freshly painted lips to wet them. Bending lower Carey opened her lips to sink them over his cock head. Her mouth was still cold from the ice and his head was overheated from the Viagra and the need to cum. The slight hiss when her cooled mouth took him in Carey was sure only she had heard. It was clear he could smell her own arousal. Cara had been taught to be a total package. Taught to assault a man's sense's not just touch him. When the coolness began to wan Carey used her tongue to lave across the top of Dominick's cock head before she sucked it in quickly. Reaching up she pulled her long auburn hair to the side letting it fall over one shoulder to brush against his bare thigh. And if she moved just right it brushed lightly against his scrotum. Assault. Reaching out her palms lay on his thighs for only a moment then her nails began to run up and down them lightly. Cara felt his hips rise from the chair as she took her cue. Cara opened her throat swallowing Dominick all the way in. her lips wrapped tightly around his base, she couldn't take him in deeper if she wanted too. Moving her nails up she ran them over his ball sac feeling it tighten. Cara had this she knew. Her jaws hollowed as she jerked her lips up before swallowing him down again. Dominick's body tensed and Carey swallowed. Having also been taught that cum was precious, not to be dripped. True she wasn't supposed to swallow until showing the crowd, but there was plenty for that. When the bell rang Carey reached up to pinch off the tip of DOM's cock to keep him from cumming anymore and making a mess on himself. It would be his choice if she finished cleaning him or if he took care of it. With her hand on his cock she turned showing the judges her mouth full of cream. Now she waited to be told what to do. Sal smiled as Carey asked for a drink of water just before her test, rinsing her mouth but if he was not mistaken also retaining a bit of ice. A bold move and one that might cause Carey problems if detected but all in keeping with her competitive ‘hell for leather’ approach. Although in this case she might get more leather than she had reckoned with. He watched with trepidation as his dear sub spread her lags and bent forward rather than kneeling to address Dominick’s rampant cock, in the process displaying her firm breasts with their taut nipples and her moist puffy cunt to Dominick and the judges. Even from this distance, Sal could smell Carey’s arousal, all part of her total package approach. He nodded with approval as Carey started slowly, overcoming the tendency to rush that the ticking clock induced. First Carey looked shyly up at DOM, waiting for his nod of approval before reaching forward to run her slender fingers and her wet tongue, along his long thick shaft. Despite himself, Sal held his breath as Carey’s cool mouth enveloped his overheated dickhead, Dominick would allow a cool mouth but would have to disqualify her if he felt any ice. Sal moaned feeling the familiar tingling in his hardening bone and sac, as the rest Carey’s performance passed in a blur. His sub was giving it her all, alternating slow and fast, pausing for an interminable moment before resuming her relentless assault. Repressing her gag reflex, Carey engulfed all of Dominick’s huge prick, leaving her red lipstick mark just above his scrotum, while her fingers raked his balls and perineum. Sal held his breath as Dominick tensed and released into Carey’s voracious mouth and throat. But no worries as she did him proud swallowing his fist emission but retaining the rest, lathing his cock in his warm cum to prolong his afters, finally withdrawing from his cock as the bell rang, displaying her cum-filled mouth first to Dominick and then the judges. There was a brief furor as the oriental girl’s Dome muttered about ice – but a brief conference of the judges with Dominick settled the matter Carey’s lipstick mark on Dominick’s cock was measured at 9.5” while the two judges gave their scores 9 and 9.5 giving Carey the high score of 28 out of 30, she didn’t really need the extra1.0 for taking DOM to climax. Sal joined the applause as the results were formally announced and then joined the procession as the subs, led by their Master’s, ascended the podium, Carey at the summit flanked by the other women. Dominick still naked form the waist down and revived, moved behind the girls to remove their butt plugs to insert colored tails; green for the third place blond, blue for the second place oriental girl and red for Carey, in first place. After a brief conference with the Masters, Dominick than announced that all Master’s had consented to enter their subs in a special auction for Haiti Relief and that after dinner each girl would be auctioned and provide the winner of eh auction with their services until noon the next day. Sal and the other sub’s owners would not be allowed to bid on the auction but would be treated well by the Club’s staff. They were then dismissed for the rest of the dinner with the Auction to occur over dessert and brandy. Cara had been to the club once or twice, but it had never been like this. But then most nights it was different to keep it interesting for returning patrons. A lead balloon had landed in the pit of her stomach when the oriental girl's Dome cause a ruckus. With her eyes lowered, and her hands clasped behind her back Carey had stood there waiting. Dread filling her that she had disgraced Sal. It had not been her intention. When the results were giving her knees weaken that she had pulled it off. Cara couldn't help stealing a glance from her husband/Master to see him smiling as he applauded with the rest of the room. She followed him to the podium and then took her place on peak of it the others down each side of her. She hadn't expected this type of ceremony. As was customary Carey stood there her eyes down but this time her hands here in front of her as she had been instructed to do. Now her insides were doing flips that she had beat the other girls out.Carey also knew that when she got home Sal would have something special for her for a job well done. Her breath was sucked in when Dominick pulled her butt plug from where it had been so long it had become a part of her. Cara felt a loss but only momentarily until it was replaced with a slightly bigger one with red strands falling to brush the back of her legs. Pony play wasn't something they had delved into. Auctioned? She hadn't heard him right. Sal was letting her be auctioned off to the highest bidder till tomorrow? Cara hadn't expected this at all and had been blindsided. When they had been released from the podium and Dominick had helped her down she hurried over to Sal sidling up to him. Cara wiggled her hips making her new prize swish. "You didn't tell me I could be auctioned off." Sal turned to head back to their table expecting Carey to follow him. As she did, accentuating the sway of her hips, so her tail would move against her legs. She was showing off as she almost pranced. Sal watched with pride as Carey stood at the podium, he hadn’t expected a ceremony, but the experience would do them both good – a broadening of their horizons – so to speak. So far, although he had been DOM and Carey the sub, he had been careful to inform her before any ‘scene’ as to what was coming and what he expected of her. However, the Club was another manner; the Haiti Benefit Auction had caught him by completely surprise too, although he had tried to conceal it from Carey. But he’d been unable to refuse the terse text message Dominick had sent him an hour before the event. Perhaps the Club was testing prospective Masters as much as their subs. He too was again caught by surprise when the prize markers were tails rather than ribbons. On reflection, he had to admit tails might be preferable to ribbons pinned to the naked girl’s chests, although the ribbons could have been attached with nipple clamps. And he had to confess that the tail did look good when he glanced back to see his sub almost prancing with her tail swishing the back for her smooth thighs. As they returned to their table Sal felt his cock pressing against his trousers and he reached round the tail, to confirm that Carey’s cunt was well beyond moist, although not quite sodden. As they reached their table, Dominick was there to take Carey and prepare her for the auction. He commented that the subs would not be sharing the rest of the meal and perhaps Sal would want to feed his sub before she was taken away for the auction. Sal was reaching for the bread basket when DOM hissed “No your cock Sal!” Noting that DOM was still naked form the waist down, Sal kicked off his shoes and carefully removed his trousers before nodding at Carey to remove his boxers and relieve his obvious need. Cara smiled when Sal reached back on their way back to the table to feel her pussy knowing she was almost dripping as they walked. She also knew any that wanted to see what he did could look and that didn't bother her because it was Sal. Before Carey could sit down Dominick had taken her upper arm. When he said she wouldn't be sharing the rest of the meal with her husband she looked at Sal. He hadn't told her any of this, and it didn't seem like it was that much of a surprise to him. Cara wondered if she had been so lost in showing off on their way there, so self-absorbed in her new toy and making him proud that she had missed something. Her eyes widened when DOM told Sal he could feed his sub before he was taking her, his cock. "I..." she couldn't say anything more, not in front of Dominick when Sal dropped his trousers and told her to relieve him. His tone was a little more harsh than it normally was with her. But Carey fell to her knees in front of Sal and removed his boxers letting his hard cock spring forth to all to see. What he liked or not as Carey took Sal's cock in her hand and then her mouth she kept looking up at him. He would glance down at her but not look at her, not the way she was accustomed too. There was something else going on here but in the club, Carey knew she couldn't ask. When she was done and had swallowed all but the last few drops of his cum Carey raised up on her knees for the kiss that Sal always wanted so that she could pass him a taste of his on cream. Sal found it hard to met Carey’s gaze as she dutifully knelt before him to ‘feed’ before the auction. But he met her gaze and smile encouragingly, God knows he needed relief, after drawing back at the last moment in the car on the way over, and watching the performance of the three subs on Dominick’s cock, culminating in his release into Carey’s delectable mouth. Sal groaned as Carey applied her magic, stroking, sucking, licking, nibbling and gulping, working him to the edge. Normally she would then tease him interminably, but this time, perhaps because her display was public, she continued her relentless assault. Driven over his limit, Sal, seized her head and thrust deeply, giving in to pent-up release. As she had with Dominick, Carey swallowed every drop keeping just a bit to show him. All the while Carey looked up at him with her doe like eyes, knowing that this was one of the occasions when he relished, no demanded, full eye contact. Yet at the same time her tongue continued to perform its magic, prolonging his afters. Damn she was good! Sal had been caught by surprise, when Dominick had called the day before the initiation at the Club to inform him of the auction. DOM’s tone had made it clear that refusal wasn’t an option, at least not if he wanted them to join the Club. Sal hadn’t told Carey about the request or the auction as he’d been afraid it might affect her trial with Dominick. Then too, it was for a good cause, and they had always been curious about an auction scenario. Not that he would ever give up Carey, but it would be interesting to see how she fared on the auction block. Sal bent down and lifted Carey to her feet, kissing her deeply. He held her closely for a moment, and then patted her lightly on the ass as he relinquished her to Dominick and the sub who would prepare her for the auction. He whispered “I know you will make us proud Carey!” before he took a pink ribbon from the sub, tied it around the key to the lock which coupled her labial rings, and tied it around her neck so that the key hung lightly between her full breasts. Noting her bewilderment, he chuckled “Yes your Master or Mistress must have full access.” Yes he had kissed her deeply when she was done and pulled her into his arms to hug her, but it didn't have the same feel as it usually did. Perhaps it was the setting but Carey didn't believe that to be true. To Carey Sal seemed to have been thrown off kilter as much as she had been. When he had tied the pink ribbon with the key to her lock around her neck Carey had wanted to cry. She knew he was right, they should have full access, but it just seemed to wrong to her because he wasn't going to be a part of it. She knew how he liked things and what he expected or more what was expected of her. She was being thrown into a darkness she wasn't sure she could handle or come out of unscathed. With one more look over her shoulder at her husband/Master Carey was led away. There was a bit of excitement running through her, but there was more fear than anything else.Carey knew not to show it as what she showed reflected on Sal. They gave her a room to make herself fresh in. Carey used a cold cloth to wipe at her neck and then warmed it to clean her labia. She rinsed out her mouth with mouthwash and ran her fingers through her hair. She was naked, now presentable could she make herself." Time's up." There were a couple of raps on the door." I'm coming." Carey didn't know if it was appropriate or not to answer them back, but she had. It was the other sub that had been with DOM who waited in the hall on her." There are six going up, you are number five, you are expected to stand on the raised dais that Dominick's chair was on before. You will be asked to turn, bend over and such, and you will be expected to do as told. Neither your Master nor any of those with girls on the block will be allowed to bid. You will be with the one who buys you till noon tomorrow. There is no guarantee that they will keep you on site." She was whispering all of this.Carey understood the first parts but the last statement the girl had made surprised her. She couldn't believe they would them take them off site. Furthermore, she prayed that who won her didn't do so. Standing just behind the curtain Carey somehow maintained her composure as the auction started. Her hand went up to hold onto the key that swung between her breasts as she waited her turn. As Carey turned to prepare for the auction, Sal watched her leave with trepidation. On the one hand, he was proud that she had won the competition, and they had previously discussed loaning or assigning her to another Master. But at the same time he was afraid that the new Master might be better than he was: taller, perhaps with hair, a larger cock or worse yet more Masterful so that Carey would be disappointed to on her return. Nonetheless, Sal followed the trio of lovely servers, the Dome and other DOM into the auction observation room and settled into the plush leather chairs. As they were served their main course, Dominick came in and thanked them for permitting their subs to take part in the Auction. Three of the Club’s trainee subs were also in the auction and the order of the subs had been randomly determined. The subs would be with winner of the auction until noon tomorrow. Technically, the winner could take the sub offsite only on, but only after posting a $500,000 bond, which had never happened. In the interim, Sal and the other Masters were guests of the Club and free to avail themselves with its various services and servers. Soon after they finished their main course, the Auction started. First on the block was the blonde who had caught Sal’s eye he tried to focus on the auction but was distracted by the blonde sub DOM had assigned to serve him. She had short cropped hair, DOM had once mentioned that the first thing he did with a female sub was to shave her head, it brought her servitude home in a way whips and chains never could. DOM had also attached small weights to the dumbbells piercing her nipples, perhaps to enlarge her small breasts, perhaps just another reminder of her servitude. The blonde went for a good price $10,000 obviously the buyer had plans for a big night. The next girl, a dark ebony beauty but one of the Clubs went for $5,000 perhaps familiarity lowered her price. The oriental girl went for $7,500 and the Club sub who followed went for $4,000. Evidently a tough crowd. Sal felt a lump in his throat but also a stirring in his loins as Carey was brought to the dais. Cara's nerves were working overtime, she had never been put in this situation before. They had talked about it but only in what if fashion of things. Never in when this happens faze. She knew enough how to behave, but she was scared to death and sure that would show. A collar and leash on her, she was held in the back like the next prized pet to be put on display. She could hear everything that was being said on the stage. The first girl went for such a high price she was sure they would only get higher, but they had come down. Cara knew it wasn't a competition but in a way it was a reflection on Sal if she brought less than any of the others. It was her turn, Carey was lead up to the middle of the dais, her head was down as she knew she was not to make eye contract with anyone. The leash was removed from her as she was told to turn around slowly. Cara did as she was instructed. She wanted desperately to look for Sal for some small sign that would hold her stable. But Carey didn't dare do such a thing. She was asked to stand in various ways to each Carey submitted, the bidding continued, when the hammer came down for the last call Carey jumped until she was led off she would have no idea who had purchased her or what they would want from her.

Prelude and beyond (Salvelinus - Nevaeh)|rating:3.0

Your Reach Exceeds Your Grasp...(Dor &Urbanzorro)

(Reach Exceeds Your Grasp... To say that the book (which contained the instructions she intended to use was old would be to make a massive understatement for in truth, 'ancient'was a much better word. Despite its obvious age, there were no existing historical references to it, and it was more by luck than by purposeful action that the book had managed to avoid being lost to the annals of time. Even though there was no documentation on the tome many things about it were self-evident. It was obviously the first, and likely only, copy in existence. It was not a single work but rather the accumulation of several smaller works passed, collected, and added to by each of its owners throughout the ages. As evidenced by its lack of a uniform composition, some of its pages were made of common paper, others of papyrus and even some of somewhat more'exotic'materials that were perhaps best left undefined. Each section was written in a different dialect or even different language than the one before it showing that the book's owners had been people from all places and all walks of life. Some sections were in English, others Spanish, Greek, and even Latin. The section that she intended to make use of was written in a language that had been extinct for hundreds of years, it was so old that even references to its name were no longer a part of humanity's historical record. In fact the only lexicon to the language was contained within the book itself. At the very beginning of the section which used the unnamed language the section's writer had taken the time to equate his language's written symbols to ancient Latin. One page of instructions had been stained with what appeared to be dried blood of some kind, a crude warning having been written over it in simple English "He'll Suck Your Soul Dry" the word's proclaimed, though this was obviously in reference to a different being than the one detailed in the instructions. For the being which this spell was meant to summon was in fact a kind and compassionate one. Though the translation process was complicated, the instructions were thankfully straight forward and to the point.1. Only attempt this summoning below the earth, in such a place as a cellar or cave.2. Remove all religious symbols from the location. They will act as beacons to undesired entities attempting to answer your summon.3. Insure your desires for food, drink, and other needs of the flesh are satiated.4. Using the paint mixture described on the previous page inscribe the desired entity's symbol on the floor.5. Using the symbol as a center lay a circle of salt 3 feet in radius around the entity's symbol. This is to allow it to manifest properly in our world. 6. Using the symbol as a center lay a circle of salt 6 feet in radius around the entity's symbol. This circle will act as a shield to prevent other entities from manifesting. 7. Remove all articles of clothing, jewelry, or any other items that are not a physical part of your own body from within the large circle. This is to prevent entities from inhabiting these items8. Using the same paint mixture as before, inscribe your body with the proper runes as described on the previous page. This is to protect yourself from possible possession.9. Kneel within the large circle facing the entity's symbol with this book on the ground in front of you.10. Recite the required incantations. *NOTE* DO NOT break either salt circle until the entire process is complete, and you have either banished the manifested entity or bound it to your will. (blue eyes stared down at the old book, pale fingers lightly tracing the metal work of the lock, lips slightly parted then closed her eyes, feeling, no... imagining the power emitting from the manuscript gushing up her arms. Thoughts of success, power and wealth filled her mind in anticipation. Soon, she will cast the spell. Soon, she will have power. Her fingers trembled and ached to open the book and start the ritual, but she needed to wait. Her roommate was still preparing to go out, and it was best to do her special business while no one was around. Minutes felt like hours and the wait was almost unbearable until she finally heard the front door slam closed. She grasped the book, bringing it to her chest tight, and ran downstairs towards the basement. All the required items were already there, hidden in a trunk. She made sure she had everything she needed for the spell to work perfectly. First, she took out the candles and started to light them up one by one. Some of them were scented, others were not but still filled the place with spicy aroma. With the area lit up, she locked the door and turned off the light before proceeding to the steps written on a separate paper.1. Only attempt this summoning below the earth, in such a place as a cellar or cave. Basement is like a cellar, it's technically below the earth so that should be good.2. Remove all religious symbols from the location. They will act as beacons to undesired entities attempting to answer your summon. She was never much of a religious person. It was hard for her to find any kind of blind spiritual faith, however, Wicca was one that always fascinated her. It was what lead her to this book. Nevertheless, she wore no religious symbols.3. Insure your desires for food, drink, and other needs of the flesh are satiated. Dinner was just a few minutes ago. Leftover pizza, nothing fancy, but it was delicious and did the job to satiate her hunger. However, she was worried about the 'needs of the flesh'. While she wasn't a virgin, her sex life was... pitiful. She longed for someone, yet she was never interested in the boys at her collage. There wasn't even time for a relationship with all the studying and working at two jobs. Well, none as off that day after being fired for idiotic reasons. Becoming broke and jobless was what pushed her to go with the ritual. She needed help, mystical help. At least having masturbated that morning should have handled those needs, for the time being.4. Using the paint mixture described on the previous page inscribe the desired entity's symbol on the floor. The mixture was done by that morning. It was.... disgusting to make but well worth it. It was made out of eggs, cinnamon, blood of a pig and a cow and a few drops of her own blood. The sensation was also nauseating as she dipped her fingers in the paint and inscribed the symbol just like on the page.5. Using the symbol as a center lay a circle of salt 3 feet in radius around the entity's symbol. This is to allow it to manifest properly in our world. 6. Using the symbol as a center lay a circle of salt 6 feet in radius around the entity's symbol. This circle will act as a shield to prevent other entities from manifesting. Once the symbol was drawn, she wiped her fingers clean for a second and started to pour the salt around the symbol. Two of them, 3 feet apart.7. Remove all articles of clothing, jewelry, or any other items that are not a physical part of your own body from within the large circle. This is to prevent entities from inhabiting these items There was only the simple black dress to be removed, making sure she wouldn't break the circle or drop the candles as she lifted the clothing from her milky body (and threw it out of the way.8. Using the same paint mixture as before, inscribe your body with the proper runes as described on the previous page. This is to protect yourself from possible possession. She held her breath during this time as she ignored the fact that the paint was made out of blood and painted the runes on herself. This, all of this was well worth it once she would become successful and be able to live the life she had always wanted, one luxurious life.9. Kneel within the large circle facing the entity's symbol with this book on the ground in front of you. Once everything was set, after checking everything was in place, she slipped down on her knees with the open book on the floor in front of her, completely ignoring the warning.10. Recite the required incantations. Her heart was beating fast. This was it. It was time. There was no turning back now. The runes have been written, the circle has been created, blood all over her, naked, ready to welcome the spiritual entity and summon the power that will give her luxury in life. The girl started to mumble the words written on the book. Over and over again, she repeated the lines as her vocals went higher, stronger, with more confidence. The words were in Latin, and she pronounced them just right. The words were now oozing out of her lips as she felt the wind circling her, the candles burning brighter and louder and louder the said the words with passion, with demand. She was so focused, consumed, in the words, in her voice that she didn't notice her roommate's cat running across the room and smeared the outer circle of salt. On and on she chanted the words until she let out her final shout." Spirit of Light I command Thee, Come to my world to set me free, From burden and pain, do release, I, Victoria Luis!"(( deep within the darkness a being smiled, cats were such agreeable little creatures. Possessed of grace, curiosity, hunger, and desire all of which were necessary qualities for lesser begins to be considered to have proper potential as a pet.Thad seen they would be conjurer's call as if it were a beacon of the brightest light in an unending ocean of blackness, as had many other fit'kind. But Asia drawn closerITwas repulsed by the defenses that the little human had prepared for herself. Many of the entity's kin exhausted themselves attempting to bash through the ethereal walls erected before them. Enraged and envious of the'pure'spirit the woman was trying to draw forth. The spirit who shared in the circle's protection and was free to enter rather than be forced aside by those who were more powerful. But as the many entities attempted to break through in vain hope of overpowering the spell specifically designed to keep them outITnoticed a way that no other had seen.IT'sons of existence had taughtITmany things, perhaps the most useful of these things were patience and attention to details. These two things were what allowedITto notice the key to success and without a moment's hesitation the creature seized the presented opportunity. Compelling the small cat to break down the barrier was as simple as asking, so mischievous was the small animal that it did it out of mere curiosity at what would happen to the human it bore no ties to. With the barrier down what should have been an ordered procession suddenly became a frenzied dash to be the first to claim the now open ticket into the world of man. In an instant the relatively weak being that the summoning was intended for found itself ripped from its place and cast away. Banished from the proceedings by combined power of several beings each of which was individually more powerful than itself.(the entities prepared to fight one another, drawing upon their full power in order to lay claim to the unsuspecting victim. Allied to do was show but a fraction fit'true form to scare all the pretenders away. Part of this existence was indeed hunger and the willingness to take risks. But another, more vital part of existence for beings such asITSELFwas knowing when to fight and when to run for fear of being devoured. With any possible competition removed from the situationITallowedITSELFto relax and relish the anticipation of what was to come. OnceITentered the circle and began to manifestITcould commune with the human inside, ITcould gaze into the woman's desires, needs, fears, and life as these images washed over it....no...this one desired the male form.... Hebegan to form his plan, to decide how best to go about corrupting this young soul and turning her into the doorway for his permanent existence in man's world. As his power grew he decided it was best to reveal himself to the weak creature before him, the form he chose was a simple and easy enough to take on. It lacked detail and in his opinion was a poor showing of his skills. But it was what this little one's culture told her to expect from 'good' spirits, and so he was inclined to play along. He allowed his chosen form to slowly appear before her, first as faint light, then the light slowly brightened. Growing brighter and brighter as each second passed until he had developed what he felt could suitably be called a heavenly glow. He then allowed the form of a human male to appear within the glowing light. He waited a moment for it to sink in before he began to communicate with her. The form he chose was that of a man straining to make contact, straining to be heard as if he were trying to speak over a loud sound. "Hello.....can you hear me?" he asked placing just the right amount of power and kindness into his voice to give the illusion of compassion. "I am here, can you hear me...for I have surely heard you call to me. What is it that you need?" Victoria was out of breath, panting. The ritual took a lot of energy from her to summon the spirit, more than it should. She felt exhausted, tired, barely had enough strength to stand up on her feet. Maybe the spirit she summoned was stronger than expected, her strong will power fuelled the entity to a more powerful one. A faint smile stretched over her pink lips. Then his smooth voice reached her ears. He? A male spirit? Blue eyes lifted to see the faint glow of a male form as his words reached out for her. She had done it. The ritual was a success! All what was left was give him her wishes and finally her life would change. No more debt, no more hard work. She would ace her studies, become rich and live the luxurious life. She slowly raised her hand, leaning over as if wanting to touch the blurring form, but her hand went pass by the figure. There was a slight disappointment in her eyes. It would have been nice to have the spirit in a physical form to keep her company while he does her wishes. Nonetheless, she needed to say something and acknowledge his presence, claiming ownership before the form vanishes into thin air." Yes, I hear you, Spirit. I have called for your aid. My life is at ruins and I need you to fix it. I need you to give me the power, strength and courage to live a life of riches." He would have laughed, had doing so not run the risk of revealing his charade. In truth, he had never understood why it was always riches with humans. Perhaps they chose to cover wealth because the felt than riches would allow them to indulge in their true lusts without having to entirely admit to having them. Whatever the reasoning, the intricacies of the human mind was not a subject he truly cared to spend time pondering at this point. There were more pressing matters at hand. While he had managed to gain a foot hold in this world, it would not last unless he found something to tether his essence to... Thankfully his summoner had a perfectly suitable soul that would serve his needs nicely. "I want to help you" he said, still maintaining the seemingly distant tone in his voice, "but I am still not strong enough to do so.... I am...unable to maintain myself here for long without your help. You must allow me to tether myself to you, to use you as my anchor in the storm so that I may be your tool to sail out of it." At least this part was somewhat true, he did need to use her soul as an anchor in the mortal realm, and he could pull her where she wanted to go afterward...but he wouldn't, they would instead be following his chosen course, not hers." You must enter the circle with me, you must allow me to latch on to you...and it must be fast. I am quickly losing my ability to maintain. I will fade soon, and I do not think I will have the strength to return again in your lifetime." As he added this last bit, meant to urge her into sudden action before she could think better of it, he made his image begin to slowly fade. He needed her to feel as if she was losing time as if inaction now would make her desire forever unobtainable. There was a sudden panic hitting her. No, the spirit couldn't just leave so soon already without granting her wish. She had blood painted on her, she needed to have the spell complete. At first, Victoria was rather skeptical since the book did not mention any tethering with the spirit. Still... she was not going to let the opportunity of endless wealth slip pass by her so easily... She couldn't just go back to her normal life, she wouldn't allow it. And before letting her mind think about it twice, she stepped into the circle right in front of the entity. Victoria could feel the energy starting to embracing her and with instinct and complete trust, she closed her eyes, opened her mind and let herself go. This should help the spirit cling onto her essence and make the connection he needed to keep his strength. All the while without knowing that she was practically offering her soul to a demon. (( instant that Victoria entered the inner circle the demon was upon her. He immediately latched his essence to her own, thus providing himself with a way to maintain himself within the world so long as she lived, and the more corrupt, decadent, and hedonistic her soul was to become, the more power he would be able to command, both over her and over her realm itself. However, for now she was far too pure, he would need to approach the situation with grace and tact, manipulating the foolish mortal into willfully taking the first steps down the path he wished for her. Now that he was sufficiently anchored to her, he took his time. He explored her, his essence flowing through her body, learning her every curve, and feeling the depths of her emotions. Had he been possessed of a physical form, there would be? Predatory smile across his face. Before he allowed himself to materialize in front of Victoria the demon played with her senses for just an instant. Creating in his soon-to-be victim the illusion of a gentle tongue licking at her clit. While simultaneously adding the sensation of a warm mouth wrapped around her left nipple, a firm hand pinching her right, and her pussy being filled by an exceptionally large manhood. The sensations lasted for but the shortest of instants. He knew that despite these not being true physical stimulation, they would still feel entirely real to Victoria. He allowed this to be his introductory fanfare to the young woman, a single instant of unworldly sinful pleasure to foreshadow the depths of depravity which were soon to come. The demon slowly took form in front of Victoria, making himself appear in the shape of a conventionally attractive human male, while also choosing to forgo any form of clothing, allowing Victoria to see just how much physical perfection he had crafted into his chosen image. Once his form was fully complete, he rose up from the kneeling position he had appeared in and stood before the young woman. "Fear not, I am... Izazel...and I am here to aid you." He told her, a smile slowly spreading across his face. For a second, the room was filled with a gush of a moan in heat. It was unexplainable, the sensations she felt that made her body writhe in pleasure. It felt so...good. But it also took her by surprise. The feeling was overwhelming to the point that made her legs go weak, knees buckling and fell down on the wooden floor, panting. Her dark hair fell all over her face and hid the flush on her rosy cheeks, thankfully. Yet there was still the embarrassment of bursting out such a moan in front of the spirit. Whatever she felt, it enhanced the need of sexual touch that she lacked in her life. It passed through her mind that maybe her masturbation that morning did not work and manifested in the spell. However, she could only sense the spirit, the good spirit and such spirits weren't capable of manipulating a human's sensation, were they? As she saw the formation of a male figure at its prime, with nothing to hide his glorious parts, her blush heated up. The spirit was now standing above her, making her lift her head to bask in the view before her. Victoria could not help herself from reaching out towards him once again and her fingertips finally touched his skin. The female seemed pleased and eventually found the strength to get up and greet the spirit properly, "Welcome, Azazel."" So... how does this work? Shall I ask what I desire, and you make it happen or do you already know why I have summoned you?" She asked rather nervously, not having expected to have a conversation with a male form spirit, naked nonetheless. Azazel, as the demon had decided to call itself, smiled at Victoria's question. It was oddly refreshing to have been summoned by someone so unsure of things, so lacking in understanding of just what they had unleashed upon themselves. In the past he had only truly been summoned by those with the intention of commanding a demon, foolish conjurers and would be witches who wrongfully had believed themselves strong enough to command the power of a demon and who had even more foolishly attempted to our wit Azazel when he had arrived. The fact that young Victoria did not simply begin to make attempts at commanding and controlling him was something he was unused to but also something he found entertaining. "Well... now you tell me just what it is you want" he responded as he did so he stepped closer to Victoria so that his body was very nearly pressed against her own, his time within her had allowed him to learn just how long it had been since the woman had been with a man, and he suspected that such proximity would only further fuel the fires he intended to ignite within her. "I am here to bring about your, deepest, darkest, most intimate and secret wishes" he said, carefully choosing his words for the connotation they possessed. "Anything you want or need is but a request away. You may ask me for it and I shall assist you in obtaining the satisfaction your desire. Though I warn you, some requests will of course take more time than others." The smile on his face remained as he watched the young woman, curious to see just what it would be that she requested first. At his words, Victoria couldn't help but think of her darkest sexual desires bondage and submission but if she wanted those desires to be fulfilled, she would have summoned a demon, not a good spirit. There were other things that seemed important to her, and she tucked back her sexual desires and focused on why she really summoned Azazel and to get her life back on track. She bit her lip, before nodded and took a heavy breath as she straightened her posture, ready to command, "Azazel, I command you to make me successful in life." Despite the fact that he had literally invited Victoria to do so, Azazel still felt himself rail against the very idea that he now had to humor something so insignificant in comparison to himself as Victoria was. The fact that he, who had commanded kings and been worshiped as a god, now had to smile and reassure a single human was on some level too great a disgrace for him to fully accept. However, he realized that he could not very well destroy Victoria for to do so would also be to cast himself from the world of man. Nor could he yet reveal his true nature to her. Given that he was still far weaker than he would need to be in order to wrest full control of the situation from the woman. It was because of this that, rather than fly into a rage, Azazel simply nodded his head to Victoria's command and responded in a calm and reserved voice "As you wish, soon opportunities shall be made available to you and I shall consult you on what the best path to take will be." He let his words hang in the air for a moment before stepping forward in order to exit the salt circle. Stepping slight at an angle to the young woman so that it seemed as if he were simply trying to avoid colliding with her. In truth however, as he passed her he made sure that his right arm brushed ever so softly against her breast. "Now" he said as he began walking for the stairs "I would greatly enjoy some food. It has been far too long since I have had the ability to eat.". There was a satisfied smile on her face when the spirit assured her success. He did say that some wishes might take some time to happen, and she figured a wish such as hers doesn't happen with a split of a second. She just hoped she could be able to gain enough money by the end of the month to be able to pay rent, or just move out. Victoria raised a brow when she watched him walk towards the stairs. There was no reaction, but she did felt the slight brush to her exposed breast, she was, after all, still naked and covered in blood strain ruins. The girl wasn't really a timid person and would cower when naked, in fact, she completely forgot she was. But something about that slight touch, the moment of warmth that lasted just a second... Made her long for a partner. Snapping back into reality, Victoria rushed to him, "Uh, sure, what do you want to eat? I can cook something quick or get some take away. We don't really have anything fancy. oh, and." she trailed off as she grabbed his hand and dragged him up to her room. In the wardrobe, she started to dig out some clothes, old clothes from her past partners that never bothered picking them up and threw a pair of black shorts and white shirt at him. "Can't have you naked around her, if my roommates get back and sees you like that, she'll get the wrong idea." Then she paused as a thought passed her mind, "Wait... can others even see you?" "Meat" Azazel, almost instantly, answered in response to Victoria's question about what he would prefer to eat. His voice adopting an almost eager sounding inflection. "Preferably cattle, but if not then swine or poultry will do." The consumption of an animal's flesh was the closest one with a human body could come to the experience of absorbing and consuming a lesser beings life force, and thus was one of the many pleasures Azazel enjoyed about the mortal world. Izazel allowed Victoria to lead him to her room "Ahh yes...clothing" Azazel responded as he caught the articles of clothing Victoria tossed to him. " I have always found the concept of clothing amusing" he told Victoria unable to resist gloating over what he saw as just another example of his kind's superiority to man...even if she didn't know him well enough to realize it was what he was doing. "To hide one's forms behind cloth in order to avoid inspiring lust. Only to choose shapes and designs for the cloth with the specific purpose of inspiring lust and desire." He laughs softly to himself as he pulled on the shorts and shirt that he had been given. Once he was dressed, and done with his musings on human nature, Azazel looked very at Victoria and responded to her question "Yes others can see me, unless I choose for them not to. I can also change what it is they see." He had no reason to lie to her about such things. They represented the barest minimum of his true power and if such abilities impressed the young woman than so much the better. "This roommate of yours, is she also a conjurer?" He asked, already attempting to assess if she could pose an obstacle to his plans while also debating if she could later be used as a tool of some kind. AS he spoke, she was running about her messy room, picking up clothes and towels that weren't dirty to use when she has her shower. She also pondered on what she could cook for him. Meat... She had some burgers in the freezer though she wasn't really sure what they were. Beef...pork... or both. She didn't think it mattered, meat was meat. Victoria walked in the bathroom for a second, with the chosen clothes, and turned on the shower. As she waited for the cold water to heat up she walked back to were the spirit was standing, hearing his question and shook her head. "No, not really. She thinks all of this is nonsense." she shrugged, "But I don't want to prove her wrong either, it's not worth it." There was a small smile and looked around before looked back at him, "Um, I'm going to take a quick shower. Really quick. You're free to go down in the kitchen and have a drink, or you can just wait for me here... but no peaking." There was a teasing tone at the last few words before turned to go in the bathroom, closing the door behind her and walked in under the water. "I see" Azazel responded when Victoria mentioned that her roommate was not, in fact, a believer in powers other than those she sees." Very well" Azazel said after Victoria informed him of her plan to shower "I will wait for you here, feel free to take your time." He then watched as she entered the bathroom and closed the door. With the door to the bathroom closed Azazel took a seat upon Victoria's bed, closed his eyes and began to focus his thoughts on the young woman. He knew that, thanks to the binding she had undergone with him, doing so would not only allow him to see her, but it would also allow him to physically interact with her body and mind's perception of reality without the need to be physically in her presence. The image of the young woman entered his mind and Azazel smiled at the knowledge that she was quite the beauty, he had been supremely lucky in having such an appealing victim be his summoner. As he watched her bath, and was able to witness the water cascading down her body the opportunity to toy with his new pet was simply too entertaining for Azazel to even consider passing up. He waited a few moments, to allow Victoria to clean herself, before he began his 'assault' on her. Once he was satisfied that she had spent enough time cleaning her body he began to make his move. He used his powers to once again pull Victoria into the illusion of being touched by some unseen force. This time however the force first took the form a single hand slowly dragging its fingers down her spine. Gently allowing its nails lightly scratch her skin, trailing all the way down to her rear, slowly tracing a line just between her cheeks until it was now moving up her slit. Slowly dragging up and down her outer lips, applying the slightest bit more pressure each time it moved to the area around her clit. After a few moments of this teasing the hand was joined by a second, this one gently cupping her right breast, holding the soft mound of flesh in its palm as its thumb and forefinger began to softly stroke at her nipple. By the time she walked into the shower, the water was hot enough to warm her body but not too much that would burn her. Steam started to come out, fogging the mirrors and windows. Her hair was getting soaked along with her slim body, the dried blood paint coming off slowly from the skin. Victoria used some soap to help remove the leftover stains and rinsed herself properly. Even though she was clean and ready, she spent just a few minutes under the running water as it hit her head and body that felt like a massage. But then she felt something else... something caressing her back, dragging along the skin and brought a soft sigh from her lips. It was soon down between her legs, rubbing, stimulating her clit and even though she closed her legs tight, surprised at the sudden pressure that came from nowhere, it made no difference, it was still there. Then another pressure, on her breast, on the nipple. Victoria moaned out, unable to control the sensation that was mixed with fear. What was going on to her body? Was she imagining it? Oh, but it was feeling so good... She started to pant, leaning over slightly with her hands resting on the tiled wall of the shower and closed her eyes, feeling every single move, every single stroke... The pressure against her slit continued, the illusionary finger slowly dragging itself up and down Victoria's outer lips. While the hand on her right breast was now joined by a second hand on her left breast. This had was holding her breast much more firmly than the other, squeezing and releasing Victoria's left breast in time with the stroking of her right nipple, the fingers assertively digging into her soft breast each time they squeezed it. As this happened the finger, which had until this point been simply teasing Victoria's outer lips, now became more aggressive. It slipped in between her labia and pressed firmly against the young woman's clit, rubbing her soft button in small circles through its hood. Additionally, the firm shape of a throbbing cock made itself known at the entrance to Victoria's pussy. It's head pressing against her entrance with slowly building pressure, slowly beginning to slip into her. To top things off the sensation of a soft, wet, and almost serpent like tongue was now pressing against Victoria's asshole, not with enough force to enter, but with just enough to make it seem as if it soon would. Victoria was going crazy. What she was feeling... it wasn't possible. No one was there, just herself alone in the bathroom, yet we are still being assaulted...by something. She was going to yell for help, maybe the spirit could stop this, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead, gasps and soft moans slipped out from her lips as the invisible pressure continued to torment her body. Her own hand went down to her legs, hoping to push away the one that was touching her, but there was nothing and only felt her own slit drenched in not just water but also her own juices. "What's....going on...?" she panted softly to herself, her voice not loud enough for the spirit to hear. Then the intrusion came, right in her cunt and Victoria had to bite down on her tongue from screaming. It went right in, her wetness made it easy to go inside. Victoria was weak, easily manipulated with sexual desires. Her legs buckled and fell down to her knees, the water still running down, heating up her body even more. Her body was loving every single moment of it, but her mind was screaming no! Victoria was responding better than Azazel had expected, and so he felt it was only right to be a bit more forward with her than he had been thus far. Once Victoria fell to her knees several new hands formed, one took firm hold of the back of her neck, two more took hold of her wrists. These three hands then quickly pulled Victoria onto all fours. The two hands on her wrists now preventing her from rising until Azazel chose to allow it. Additionally, another set of two hands took hold of her ankles, keeping her from kicking out her legs, or altering her position from being on her hands and knees. The hand on Victoria's neck now moved to her hair, taking firm hold at the base of her scalp and pulling so that she was forced to look straight ahead. With his prey now in a proper position Azazel stepped up his assault on Victoria's body. The phantom dick now drove itself fully into Victoria's pussy, pushing its way deeper into her than any of her previous lovers had ever before. At the same instant the tongue slipped past what resistance her sphincter could offer and snaked its way into the woman's ass, gently beginning to wiggle and writhe about inside her most private of areas. The cock, now hurried inside her, we pussy, stood still for the faintest of moments before beginning to thrust in and out of her, each stroke pulling almost entirely out of her before slamming all the way back into her, leaving no time between thrusts as it fucked her at a near inhuman pace. All the while Azazel watched her closely for signs of an impending orgasm, he had not yet deemed her worthy of receiving such a gift from him and intended for this interlude to only fuel her desires rather than satisfy them. Her eyes went wide as her body was maneuvered without her consent. Pushed forward on her hands, her head forced up, pressure on her ankles. She struggled to move, to get up, but it was futile. The force that was holding her down wouldn't budge. There was no room for her to escape from this ordeal. Helpless, as she was getting fucked by an invisible force. All she could do was moan, unable to hold it in, though her moans weren't of pain but of deep arousal. The thrusts from the phantom cock was pushing her body forward over and over again. Her mouth was open, tongue coming out as drool was forming. All the overwhelming sensations, she couldn't take it anymore. And that thing that slid into her ass, her virgin ass, oh, she was really getting close to her climax, she was getting close to be pushed over the edge. Fear of this sudden assault had only fuelled the intercourse, exposing her darkest desires, desires of being forcefully taken. Azazel kept up the pace for several more minutes, the penis inside Victoria's pussy thrusting back and forth within her with ever-growing speed as the tongue continued to explore her ass, squirming and writhing inside her as it retraced then pushed forward again, mimicking a fucking motion. Izazel watched Victoria for signs of her approaching orgasm, constantly stimulating her more and more, adding a mouth around her right nipple and a kneading hand to her left breast. Pulling her hair ever tighter and even slipping a hand around her throat, not quite hard enough to cut off her air supply but still squeezing enough to be noticeable. Once he was sure that she was on the very cusp of a mind shattering orgasm he suddenly ceased pleasuring her. The feelings of the hands, tongue, and cock instantly disappeared, leaving no trace at all and little proof that they had been anything more than pure fantasy. Victoria could think of no explanation as to why this was happening to her. Sure, she believed in the paranormal and had proof of their existence that was sitting on her bed in her own room, but it never passed her mind that it was an entity's doing. Then again, Victoria couldn't think at all. Her mind was blank, overpowered by sinful lust, refraining her from having any logical thoughts and pushed her deep into pure animalistic. She was close. Any more of those hands assaulting her body would have been enough to push her over the edge. Then it was gone. All of it. All the sensations. The cock, the tongue, the hands, the mouth. Vanished. Victoria was left a mess on the shower floor, juices ticking down her thighs along with the ongoing water hitting her hot abused body. But there was no release. One hand went between her legs again, but she felt nothing, nothing that could bring her to climax on her own. She let out a frustrated groan. This was going to torment her, fantasy or not. Now that she was coming to her senses, she figured that when she summoned the spirit, a demon might have slipped in and was now having his way with her. Maybe Azazel could help with that. Victoria pushed herself up from the ground, her legs still weak and held herself up on the wall as she walked out, slowly taking the robe and slipped it on. She didn't even bother dry herself and put on some clothes, she was walked out of the bathroom to see the spirit still in her room. "I have a problem... I think I'm possessed. Can you help with that?" The frustration and need in Victoria's eyes pleased Azazel beyond what mere words could describe. It had always been a great hobby of his to torment humans by drawing them close to what they most desired only to deny it to them at the last moment. When Victoria exited the bathroom and expressed her worries to Azazel, he found the entire situation immensely comedic, so much so that the urge to laugh was nearly too much for even him to resist. Victoria's interpretation of the ordeal she had just undergone as well as her request for assistance, despite how deliciously ironic it was, did present a potential problem. If Azazel was not careful to quell such thoughts from Victoria's mind she may very well attempt to preform some form of exorcism, which could actually drive Azazel from the human world if he was still at his current strength. He had to take the proper actions to insure Victoria no longer worried about such a possibility. "Yes" he said, standing up and striding towards Victoria "I can keep a more watchful vigil over you, and should any signs manifest I can combat whatever may have latched into you. What makes you believe you have been possessed?" He asked, doing his best to feign interest and curiosity. At his question, Victoria blushed and shifted her gaze away from him. She couldn't possibly tell him what happened and even now that was going through her mind, it seemed to be more of her imagination than actual possession. Any sane person wouldn't have reach close to climax with that kind assault. It was like rape. Raped by someone, something invisible, yet she could not deny to herself that her body had enjoyed it immensely." I felt... something touch me." she finally decided to say, "Could be my imagination though," Though it was too vivid to be just an imagination, "But I figured, it's better safe than sorry right?" Victoria forced a laugh as she tucked a strand of wet hair behind her ear." Right... so... dinner time." she then uttered, wanting to change the subject now that he had agreed to help her with the manifest. "Meet me down in the kitchen, it's downstairs, can't miss it. I will be right there with you and give you something to eat." Victoria pushed him out of her room, afraid to go back in the bathroom and didn't want to stay in the robe while he was around so she needed him out of her room to change. Azazel allowed Victoria to usher him from her room and chose to allow her to get dressed in peace, he made his way to the kitchen and took a seat at the table within it. Looking around the room and trying to gain a feel for just how much had changed since his last time on earth. The fact that she had a microwave, which had been quite the expensive luxury item when he had last walked the planet, told him that technology had continued to advance at a rapid pace. In addition, the entire abode, even if considered unimpressive by the standards of the time, was awash with luxury by the standards of earlier eras. "They have spoiled themselves even further than I thought possible" Azazel mused to himself. If it was the case, then it was all the better for him, luxury and populace had a tendency to breed the mindsets that he found most useful anyway. When Victoria entered the kitchen Azazel turned towards her and spoke. "While it is wise of you to bring things such as your experience in the shower to me, I would not put much worry or thought into what you say happened. Your contact with what lies beyond this world does have it's after effects. Think of it as....echos of those who you might have otherwise summoned had you not been as prepared as you were." He opted to attempt to stroke Victoria's ego a bit, to feed her already existing hope that she had been smart enough to avoid the risks in her act of summoning a spirit, to entertain and nourish her vanity. "It may happen from time to time, in your dreams or in what can best be described as a waking dream, though I am unlikely that it will ever happen when you are not alone, and it should pass in time." Izazel let his words sink in for a while as he allowed her to go about the task of preparing a meal, once she was well under way he spoke again, "Tell me, what sort of success is it that you specifically crave? What is it that you do? And what is it that you wish to do with your life? If I am to help you attain wealth I must know the most natural path for you to reach it." It didn't take her a lot to change. Victoria saw a simple purple dress with a halter-neck strap on the chair that she wore a few days ago. It didn't stink so she slipped it on as she took off the robe. Her hair was still damp from the shower, but it didn't bother her much, only created a few dark spots on the dress where her hair rested on her shoulders. Soon Victoria joined him in the kitchen, going straight to the freezer and took out a box of burgers. As he spoke, she continued to prepare the meal while keeping a note to what he was saying. She pulled out a plate and placed two burgers on it before putting it in the microwave to cook in a few minutes. She wasn't much of a cook and didn't have money to buy fancy ingredients so he had to deal with boxed burgers if he wanted meat. There was more leftover pizza, which she already had for dinner, but he made it clear he wanted meat. Something bugged her though, what he said... If what happened was just an echo, it wouldn't have been so realistic, would it? Then again she only told him that she felt something touching her, she didn't explain that the touch went deep inside of her as if she was getting fuck. She bit down on her lower lip at the thought, feeling her body reacting to it, then she shook the thought away. Part of her hoped it would pass, but the other part, a smaller part hoped she would feel it again, just for curiosity. The burgers were soon done, and she took them out and placed them in front of him, along with a glass of water and some seasoning to go with the food. There wasn't anything for her since she already ate, yet she still sat at the table opposite of him, watching him. "I would offer you something else, something better, but it's all that I've got."" As for success..." she started speaking, now comfortable on the chair and not moving about the kitchen, "... I just got fired from two jobs and barely have money for the next rent, so I really need the wealth soon. I'm studying marketing but what I really want is to have my own company, be my own boss and not have to work so hard that I miss on life like I did for the past two years. Can you do that?" "This is fine" Azazel said as Victoria laid the plate of food in front of him, despite the low quality of the meal he had been presented with, Azazel was still quite excited to once again taste the flesh of a formerly living creature. With no regard to silverware he grabbed the first patty and began to eat it, biting into it, chewing and swallowing, before immediately repeating the process. His eyes had taken on a slight predatory gleam as he relished the meal. Once he had finished the first patty he took a moment from his eating to respond to Victoria. "I see...well I have an option in mind that may serve our purpose perfectly. Tonight while you sleep I will begin putting things into motion. And tomorrow morning you will receive and invitation to an interview for a job. You should go to this interview and accept the position offered. It will be the first step in generating the wealth you desire." With his statement made Azazel began to dig into the second patty. Eating it as voraciously as he had the first one. When he had finally finished eating Azazel took the glass of water from the table and drank its contents before placing it back on the table. "Now, I must go out and set things in motion. You should get some sleep, tomorrow shall be a busy day for you." With that Azazel stood up from the table and began to walk towards the door "I shall be back later" he said, his mind already running through the list of mortals who he knew to be in service of his own kind and debating on which one to send poor Victoria to first. Victoria watched him eat his dinner with a slight amusement. It was rather unusual to see a spirit in a human form eating her food. She didn't think they had hunger that needed to be sated with mortal food, she didn't think they got hungry at all. Demons might... She blinked the thought away and focused on his words, bringing up one knee to her chest with the foot resting on the chair and resting her chin on her hands which were on the knee. It was awkward to look at, but Victoria liked strange positions. She couldn't stand still in one position for long." Tonight? Won't everyone be asleep or out partying at this hour?" she asked then immediately shook her head with a small laugh. "Of course, you're a spirit, you have your own way." Victoria then stood up to grab the empty plate and glass and cleaned them at the sink. Before he could leave, the girl then called out to him, "Wait... Do you need me to open the door for you when you get back... or can you handle it yourself? I don't know... pass through walls?" She then asked. She would gladly go to sleep already but if he couldn't get back in the house it wouldn't be right to leave him out there alone, at least, that's how she felt. "I can find my way around a simple door" Azazel said, his voice seeming distracted as he answered. He had already narrowed the list of potential contacts for Victoria down to two people and was deep in self debate over who would be best to introduce her to first. With that he closed the door behind him and went on his way to set up an encounter for the young woman that she wouldn't soon forget. It wasn't until late that night that Azazel returned to the apartment, he unlocked the door with but a thought and silently entered. His footsteps not making a single sound as he made his way into Victoria's room. He had no desire to wake her, for what he intended to do next required that she be asleep. Once inside her room he closed the door behind her and silently approached her bed. Standing next to her sleeping form Azazel slowly reached out and placed a single finger against Victoria's forehead, using the physical connection between them to allow his powers full access to her mind, he then began to manipulate her dreams. He needed her body aroused and inviting so that he might siphon off a portion of her own essence to fuel his power. Within Victoria's mind her dreams began to take on a shape that Azazel chose, she now found herself in a room with no visible doors or windows. In fact the only thing occupying the room, other than herself, was a large bed and a soft seductive voice which called for her to take her place upon it. And just like that, he left, leaving her alone in the house. She couldn't help but wonder where he was going at that time of hour. Usually people in town went out at night for partying and entertainment, not business. But she shrugged it off and walked back to her room, slipping off the dress from her slim body, throwing it on the chair where she found it and crawled under the sheets. Victoria didn't have to worry much about her roommate either, she would probably sleep at someone else's place that night. The house was all to herself...alone... and she went straight to bed, to sleep only in her underwear. By the time the spirit came back, she was deep in her sleep, unaware of his presence and dreaming her own dreams. As always, it would be hard to explain the dreams so well as the scene jump from one world into another until she found herself in a closed room. She saw the bed and walked towards it with curiosity. As soon as her hand touched the bed post, a soft voice tickled in her ear, taunting her to get on it. Her head turned to see if anyone was around, but instead she felt a push at her back, making her fall on the bed on all fours. A hand was felt caressing her wet slit just once, causing her to moan in the dream and in reality, the sleeping form shifting on the bed, exposing her breasts in the process. Her nipples were hard, and her breathing was getting heavy, her chest slowly rising up and down. This time rather than being forceful Azazel was content to tease and torment Veronica. A smile of amusement mixed with pleasure on his face as be begun to siphon strength from the young woman. Within Veronica's dream the hand that had softly caressed her sex now returned, this time making only the slightest contact with her right breast, teasing her nipple softly before switching to her left breast and doing the same. As this occurred a second hand made its presence felt between her legs, slowly spreading her outer lips and dragging a single fingertip up and down the length of Veronica's pussy. This treatment continued for what, in the warped sense of time that dreams have. Seemed to be an eternity before the voice returned. "Beg" it whispered to her, it's voice both soothing and commanding at the same time, as if it were an iron fist wrapped in the softest silk "Beg for more." The noises she made we soft, just like the touch of the mysterious hands caressing her skin. It was just a dream, things were getting blurry, but it felt more than just a dream. She looked back, to see the person who was treating her body so well, but saw nothing. She was alone, on a bed...yet her body was being touched by a lover...an invisible lover. Then she heard his voice again. Powerful voice yet held a gentle caress as it hit her ear and an aroused moan gushed out from her throat. Beg... He wanted her to beg. Why? He could do anything to her and she would let him. She wanted to do anything to her. It was a dream, she was aware of it yet indulged herself in the scenario, sinking herself deeper. It took her a while as his voice kept lingering inside her head before she responded." Please..." she breathed out, lowering her head and pushed her bum against the hand, "Please give me more." her words were soft, her body moving slowly in delight, enjoying the sensation, but she wasn't pleading yet. Not enough to sound like she was begging. In truth Azazel was surprised that Victoria had managed to possess the will power to avoid completely breaking down and begging. He had not expected much resistance at all from the young would be conjurer once he had come into contact with her. He had written her off as little more than a weak willed mortal with no sense of what she was tampering with. But to his pleasant surprises she was showing at least a small bit of willpower in regard to her sexual desires. In truth, he preferred at least a small amount of challenge from his prey, it made devouring them all the more satisfying. Within the dream the hand that was teasing Victoria now began to softly tickle at her clit, slowly flicking her soft nub as a soft wet tongue now began to teasingly lick its way from her slit to her asshole and back again. The tongue moved extremely slowly, barely making contact with Victoria's sensitive flesh as it traveled up and down. "No" the voice whispered again "Don't ask....beg...." as it said this the feeling of a mouth softly nibbling on her neck just below her ear became present. "Offer yourself to me...beg me to take you. And I will grant you release" The voice maintained its soft yet demanding tone, its words both seductive and commanding at the same time as if it knew Victoria's deepest desires and was offering them to her so long as she learned her place. Victoria's body shifted on the bed. The heavy breathing made her chest rise up and down, giving the demon an amusing view of her exposed breast. She moaned, yet showed no sign of waking up. Victoria didn't want to wake up. The dream felt too real, too pleasurable to end it so quickly and deny her body from delightful touch. The soft caress at her privates, taunting her and driving her so close yet not enough to push her over the edge, Victoria was soon losing herself to him and beg him to just take her already. In the dream, she was his, all his... she wanted to be his, even if he was invisible, unreal... but to her, it was real, it mattered, all she wanted. Her drooling lips parted, heavy sighs slipping out and ready to let out a cry of plea. Instead, there was a loud bang. Her body felt like she was knocked out of the dream and jerked up from her bed, a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead. Victoria could hear her roommate's annoying giggle and a random male's voice. It was yet one of those nights where her roommate would bring her 'friend' for an innocent sleepover. However, the walls never lies. Victoria let out a grunt of frustration for being interrupted from such an arousing dream, and now she had to deal with 'their' noises. Until she looked up and saw Azazel standing right next to her bed, watching her. Her face immediately flushed. "You're... back..." she uttered softly, unable to look away as the dim light of the room coming from the open window hit parts of his face. He looked mysterious... Dark... Exciting...

Your Reach Exceeds Your Grasp...(Dor &Urbanzorro)|rating:3.0

Neo San Tokyo's Sins (BloodRedRomeo x Poppy)

It was a late Fall evening in Neo San Tokyo, the city known for sin. For all the embracing of modern technology, much of the city was the dilapidated ruins of San Francisco. If you were looking to be involved in seedy business, this was the place to go. There were bars, gambling dens, brothels and more. If you were looking to hide out from the authorities, there was no other city left in New Americas that was as lawless. This lead to many gangs being formed, some so influential that they were able to pay off the sparsely staffed law enforcement staff in order to operate as they wished. The Renaissance gang, Area’s employer for this job, was known for dealing in sex trafficking and drugs as their preferred manner of making money. Territory, naturally, was a big concern for them. And in order to ensure that their interests were best protected, they had no issues making sure to secure the best assassins that money could buy. It was best to keep them from being on the payroll, that way the chances of being investigated The organization that trained the best killers from had no name, as they preferred to keep things as secretive as possible. The organization was led by a former yakuza boss, who stepped down in order to train adept killers. The boss had lost his family in an attack by a rival gang, and felt he had nothing to lose. So he was sure to ensure that it wouldn’t happen again under the watchful eye of one of his proteges. But the price for a fully trained assassin was steep, causing them to be severely limited in number due to the harshness of the training and the length of time it took to train them. Of course, getting human lives when they where babies was an expensive endeavor. Generally, the organization tended to buy the time of former drug addicts, living homeless on the streets. They would promise a steep sum in order to have a year of their lives and womb. From there, they would be weaned off the drugs for the duration of the pregnancy, with the promise of enough money to fund a lifetime of a bad drug habit. Then, the women would be artificially inseminated with the seed of skilled mercenaries, hoping to breed a superior killer. After the child was born, generally through c-section, the women were sold off through the sex slave trade or killed. The children would proceed to enter a life of training and challenges. Generally, a training group started with 30 children, and was lucky to finish with a third still alive. The challenges of their life was too much for many of them, dying of various causes. Most commonly tended to be multiple injuries due to the brutal training. Not to mention, every year, the weakest of the training group was eliminated by the superior students. Their bodies were then burned and ashes tossed away, having no family to claim them. Once the children reached the age of 13, they were then taken to auction and sold off for millions of dollars. Buyers came from all over the world to purchase the product. There was never any shortage of buyers, but there was a finite supply of product. From that point on, they belonged to the organization that purchased them, no better than slaves themselves. Products of the organization were suspected in the death of world leaders, billionaires, drug kingpins and even a few actors that ended up on the wrong side of someone very wealthy. Reira Shine was the result of such an upbringing. Her last name was the only gift she ever received from the organization, the same last name all the graduates got. She was one of the most rare specimens produced from the facility, a twin. What was even further inspiring, was that she and her brother both succeeded in surviving their training. The pair of them were very close, which the organization viewed as a weakness. So even though many interested buyers wanted them as a pair, they were sold separately and lost contact with each other. The 21-year-old beauty was an independent contract killer now. The gang that purchased her, the Azul's, initially had been wiped out by a rival gang. She refused to help save them, as she had been raped constantly by the boss of her gang. The brown skinned girl had been forced to endure countless tattoos to mark her as cattle to the gang that purchased her. She had long, full gray hair that was curled. Her eyes were dull and red, due to drugs that had been pumped into her from her former gang. Her body was tight and toned, poured into a black leather catsuit that zipped up from the crotch to her modest perky breasts. Perhaps, if life had been kinder to her, she could have been scouted for a model. Tonight, her target was the owner of the Fruits brothel, one of the most popular ones. Unfortunately for him, he had fallen on the wrong side of the Renaissance gang that hired her due to stealing a shipment of raw materials destined to be cocaine. And to top it off, when he was initially approached about it, he chose to instead murder 3 members of the gang. So there was no other choice than to “cash him out”, as Boss Tanaka advised her upon being hired. She was waiting by the back door of said club, ensconced by shadows. The brown skinned woman had performed reconnaissance for several weeks leading up, disabling the security cameras and ensuring that any guards were given ample distraction around 4 am, when the owner left with the day’s earnings. The man was a bit of a skinflint, only trusting himself with the typically large sum. A car was always waiting for him, but Area had no issues to kill the driver of the car as well. Just a bad case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Reira knew a laundry list of ways to kill a person, but she knew that her appearance was her most powerful weapon. That’s why she dressed in tight clothes, high heels and let her cleavage be so exposed. Around a beautiful woman, even hardened criminals could let their guard down. Her fingers lightly danced over the large wristband to her finger less gloves, where the electric garrote that was her signature weapon was kept hidden. Her delicate fingers knew exactly how to grab it and choke a man in less than a minute. All she had to do now was be patient and wait for it. The earrings she wore was how she was able to do magic. She had a preference for fire spells, and upon flinging an ear ring, could activate as an explosion. At precisely 3:55 am, the owner would leave, slipping out the back with the money. From there, Area would strangle him to death, and take the money in order to make it look like a robbery. As she moved to step into action, she paused, seeing that the owner was leaving with a bodyguard. Her eyes narrowed, not having seen this man before during her time scouting the location. The car was waiting, engine on. The windows were all heavily tinted, so no one could tell that the chauffeur was dead in the driver’s seat. That meant she would have to take out two people instead of one, but she was up for the challenge. Rio. That was his name. He had been given a last name, but he threw that out the second he got a taste of freedom. Freedom he had taken by bloody force. Trained as an assassin from birth, Rio was no stranger to death. His only companion had been his sister, the only human he had ever cared about. But they took her from him, holding her as collateral. If he didn't obey, they would kill her. But if he did what they said, they would let him see her. For years, he followed orders, that promise being the only thing keeping him going. Rio was special, even amongst the assassins. There was a rare magic metal that could change its shape and properties, but only in the hands of someone able to communicate with it. Rip was one of those people. With weapons, he could control with his mind, he was an unstoppable killing machine. But then he learned something he wasn't supposed to know: his sister wasn't there. She hadn't been bought by the organization that had taken him. They had been bluffing this whole time, instead implanting a kill chip for if he ever went rogue. Using his special metal, he performed surgery on himself, disabling the chip. Afterward, he went on a rampage. The Rovers were completely annihilated on a single night. He went on a hunt, trying to find out more about his sister. Eventually, he found a lead. A gang called the Azul's had purchased her. However, she was classified as faulty goods, and the report said that she had been disposed of. Rio approached the Azul's' rival, West, and made them an offer. He would work for free to help them eliminate the Azul's. He never found Area, but he at least got his revenge, as shallow as it was. That was in the past now. He didn't even give out his own name now. People had come to calling him the Warrior, a man who did any job provided you paid well. He was short, only 5'6, with bronze skin and snow-white hair. His eyes were sharp and piercing, every look he gave was a glare. Under his left eye was an intricate tattoo, one that led down the side of his face and under his shirt where it wrapped around his entire body. A work of art, but also a necessary conduit to control any magic he used. His shirts were asymmetrical, the left side having a long sleeve while the right cut off at the shoulder. Around his right bicep were three metal bangles, made of the same material as his rings ratings, and various accessories. For Rio, today was just another job. A scumbag brothel owner had apparently crossed some wealthy gang member, and now feared for his life. Rio had no reason to take the job, but also no reason to refuse. It was either this or another night in his apartment with his needle. He had long since grown tired of whores, not once obtaining an iota of pleasure from them. And so he worked. It gave him something. Rio and his client were making their way towards the car. The man was planning on leaving the city, ready to collect his winnings and get out. That's when Rio noticed it. The subtle feeling that you get when someone is there to kill. Only the best developed this sort of sixth sense. Sadly for Rio's assailant, he was one of the best. He mentally prepared himself for the battle as he watched for wherever this person may come from. Area herself often thought of her lost twin. She would trade all her money, and even a body part just for the chance to see him again. A part of her knew that Rio was still alive. When they were younger, the pair claimed to be able to feel each other’s pain and emotions. Naturally, such a thing was taken advantage of by their trainer. It wasn’t uncommon for the twins to be put in high risk situations, with the safety of the other being on the line. Commonly and unfortunately for Area, it dealt with her performing sexual acts. In order for her to be a femme fatale, she would have to be trained as one. Upon seeing the back door open, Area slid the switch on her bangle that released her weapon. She had been hiding behind a dumpster, having wanted to give him a few minutes of confusion before the female killer took action. Even if things weren’t going as planned, with the presence of the bodyguard, she could make do. If she was efficient enough, Area could bleed him out completely within moments thanks to the razor wire. Reira stepped out from the shadows, instead choosing to use her fire magic to announce her arrival. With a wave of her hand, jets of fire were shooting out at them. She succeeded in striking her original target, but the bodyguard was able to sidestep her maneuvers. While she didn’t excel at magic, her hand-to-hand combat skills were the trait that really set her apart. The owner crawled on the ground, dazed, his cash having flown out of the bag. It was a fitting way for him to suffer, screaming atop his precious money that he valued more than his own life. Her garnet eyes flicked to the tanned man, finding something familiar about him. But in the heat of the current moment, it was hard for her to place her finger on it.“Step back, if you want to leave with your life tonight.” Area advised, hand in position to withdraw the razor wire at a moment’s notice. If need be, there was a knife with brass knuckles for a handle strapped to her upper thigh. If she had to carve someone up to make a statement, it wouldn’t be an issue to her. All she wanted was to complete her task, and bring back his severed head and money to prove that the job was done. It all happened so suddenly. The explosion triggered, but Rio was more than ready for it, easily evading the worst of it. Sadly, the same couldn't be said of his employer, now waddling on the ground like a malformed duck. It was sad, how low his own greed had taken him. Yet he would not give in. He had been given a job, and as a professional he had to do it. Honor and credibility lay on the line in every mission, and this was no different. He turned to face the attack, dropping into a battle pose, his form metal casing a long spear to materialize in his hands." I will leave with my life no matter what," he replied, pointing the spear at her. However, he couldn't get over the feeling that he had met this person before, that she was awakening some long dead feeling inside him. Her voice, it was familiar. Too familiar. Out of a need to know, he charged his spear with light, illumination the entire area. Only one world escaped Rio's lips. "Area," he whispered, barely audible over the whines of the man next to him. As he leveled the staff at her, her eyes narrowed. Her brother had such an ability with the rare magic metal, but that was the last thing she thought of. Quicker than a flash of lightning, the garrote was out. It was sharp enough to cut through any material, so his preferred weapon wouldn’t be an issue. A part of her wondered how much of the magic metal he needed to summon his item. Area kept her hands up, ready to attack at a moment’s notice. When the light ability was activated in his staff, she had to take a step back, lifting an arm up to shield her eyes. But, in the well lit area, it would be obvious that she was Neo’s twin. They had matching skin tone and almost matching hair color. She was blinded, lowering her arm once the light dimmed and doing her best to blink rapidly in order to gain her sight back. Over the sound of the criminal’s sobbing, she almost didn’t hear the single word that her opponent spoke. But, in the absence of her sight, Area’s hearing had been amplified. She dropped her wire to the ground, a look of shock on her delicate features.“Rio….?” She responded. It had been so long since she had heard someone say her name. The gang who purchased her simply referred to her with degrading names. Due to not being used, the wire retracted, back into the bangle at her wrist. She was completely defenseless, not noting the weapon that her target had pulled out. The man was unable to aim properly, so what should have been a chest shot instead veered wildly off, striking her in the shoulder. She dropped to her knees, gripping her shoulder, no noises escaping her mouth. The fat man lined up another shot with his shaking hand, aiming for her head this time. What followed next was so fast no normal human eye could perceive it. First, he warped his blunt staff into a blade sharper than any forged metal could hope to be. Then, that hand had to come off. Otherwise, he might fire that gun again. With the weapon disposed of, it was time to go to work. He transformed the staff again, this time into a hilt with numerous thin and malleable metal blades coming out of it, all of which Rio had absolute control of. First was his throat. Couldn't have him calling for help. A wire buried itself into him, turning his vocal cords to shreds. Next came the legs. To prevent him from running, both of those were swiftly removed just under the hip. Of course, he could still drag himself away. So both arms were cut off at the shoulder. Of course the excessive bleeding from the four stumps was almost certain to kill him, but Rio wanted to be sure. And so he sent the blades into him, creating wounds no larger than a needle mark, and sent them to work. Every internal organ was torn apart, save his heart. They were all turned to a sloppy paste that was no doubt on an inconceivable level of pain. And then it was done. The whole process took less than five seconds to pull off. Rio returned the metal to its normal state and grabbed the money he was transferring before rushing to Area." Reira," he said again, just confirming it was her. She had grown so beautiful. It spoke to the world's poor taste that she was not the universal standard of beauty. A beauty this bastard had marred with his attack. Reflexively, one of his bangles transformed into a blade wire and flew over to the man, tearing apart his eyes in a manner similar to a blender. He shouldn't be allowed to look at such an angel. With this matter settled, Rio charged his body with as much magic as he could, enhancing his physical capabilities several times. Then he was running. He knew of the best underground doctor in the city, and that's exactly where they were going. He would not allow this wound to mare her for more than a second longer than necessary. Furthermore, he made it to the hospital in record time. The burning pain in Area’s arm was enough to keep her from being able to evade the next bullet, if the man had succeeded in firing his gun. She was doing her best to control her breathing and keep from going into shock. That wouldn’t have helped her out one bit. Her dull red eyes registered Rio’s move, hoping she had been right in hearing her name from his lips. The bullet that had struck her was a magical variety, suddenly causing her body to convulse due to a surge of lightning magic. This was happening just as he was finishing up his handiwork on the man. As he moved to scoop her up into his arms and say her name, she was still shaking, but not as violently this time. Her uninjured arm moved, her soft hand stroking the side of his face before she collapsed in his arms, another convulsion racking her lithe body. The bullet was lodged in her arm. As it was unable to go through, the magic effects were able to repeat themselves. While he moved with superhuman speed, her body went limp, the convulsions forcing her to black out. The doctor he took her to was a young woman, with short bobbed black hair and cold eyes. She had seen a lot of things in her line of work, and this was just another day in the life to her. She had just finished up amputating an arm that had veins blown out, due to a bad usage of magical circuits. They had an implant that ran through the veins of the arm in order to help them perform magic more organically. It was a risky procedure, and if a person wasn’t careful, they could suffer from a backfired magic attack.“What are you bringing me today?” She asked, immediately assuming it was an overdosed street walker. These things were common knowledge with how rife crime and drugs were in the city. Rio approached woman, not at all attempting to hide the blood. "Bullet to the shoulder. I believe it's some sort of magic. Help her," he said very bluntly. His voice was ice-cold as he explained this, his words dripping with the implied threat that refusing to help would result in her own death. For Rio, this was the most important thing in the world to him, and he would not lose her a second time. The Doctor eyed him up for a bit, but decided not to ask any questions." Take her this way," she said, spinning to head towards the door in the back. Rio took his sister there, laying her down on the surgeons table as the doctor prepared herself. "This will get bloody. You might want to leave," she advised the young man as she pulled on her mask." No," he replied clearly. She would not be left alone with a stranger he didn't trust. This point was non-negotiable. He stood back, observing the entire process silently, his gaze never waving. More than once, the doctor needed to pull out some tool or medicine that Rio had never seen before, and he had to restrain himself from stopping her. It took a few hours, far longer than a normal bullet hole would've taken. But it was done. She sent Area to a back resting room until she regained consciousness. Rio stayed with her, not once leaving her side. “She took a few blood transfusions...if she ends up needing any more, going to have to try to find more. In between her and the amputee, I’m tapped out. Gonna cost an arm and a leg.” The doctor informed Rio, glancing over to the partitioned area were the one-armed patient was recovering. He was heavily sedated, and shouldn’t have heard the joke that was poor in taste, considering the situation for him.“I’ll be back periodically to check on her. If she starts shaking again, find me.” The Doctor nodded, checking the IV she had hooked up into her, giving her an additional boost of morphine. “Might be the magic on the bullet, might be a reaction to meds.” Within the hour, Area’s eyes fluttered open. It was obvious that she wasn’t still under the influence of the pain medication. She had been forced to take so many drugs in her former gang that it was hard for her to feel the effects from many different substances. She panicked, finding the room to be unfamiliar, moving to try to yank out the IV, not taking note of Rio’s presence. Rio was waiting patiently by her side, just staring at her. This felt like a true miracle to him. The sister he thought had been dead all these years was in front of him and alive. When he heard the doctor say it would be expensive, he didn't care. He had made more money than he needed on his work, and he'd spend every cent to save her without a second thought. When she first awoke, it took everything he had not to immediately embrace her. But his desire not to aggravate her wounds won out, so he didn't. But when she started to pull out the IV, his hand snapped forward, grabbing her by the wrist. "Area, you're safe here," he told her quietly. He knew what she was feeling, the fear of being in an unknown and possibly insecure place. But he was here. He was the best security in the city. As the man moved his hand to stop her, she froze in her movement, head turning to look to him. Her red eyes took in the sight of her beloved brother, welling up with emotion. Even if she was in pain, he was there now. “Rio…? Is it really you?” Area gave up on attempting to remove the IV, shifting to face him and reach a shaking hand out to him, wanting to touch his face.“I thought...it was a dream…” Her voice was unsteady. After everything she had been through, the tanned girl never thought she would see her brother again. She knew that if they had been kept together, Rio would have never permitted any of the violence that occurred to her. He could have protected her. Her sweet brother was always there for her, back at the academy.“It’s really you, right…?” Area needed confirmation as her soft hand cupped the side of his face, where the markings were, stroking his skin. "It is me," he answered, placing a hand over hers, pressing it against his cheek while his hand reached for her hand to hold it. "Area, I am so sorry. The reports said you were dead, I had lost all hope... I shouldn't have let them take you that day. I should've protected you. It's all my fault you had to experience this," he continued, tears welling up in him as what he thought were long dead emotion came exploding to the surface. "I... I failed you," he finally said, looking away in shame. Area smiled sadly as she listened to her brother speak to her. She knew that he had to be missing her like crazy. After all, they were all each other had in their hellish upbringing. As the tears shone in his eyes, the red eyed girl wished that she was able to reach out and kiss any of them away if they dared to stain his noble features. Her small hand went to his chin, forcing his gaze to meet hers. The smile didn't leave her lips as a tear or two streaked her face. If he dared cry, she would have sobbed. "I never blamed you, Rio. Not for a moment. You came for me, in the end. If you weren't there tonight, he could have killed me. That's what matters." Tears began to roll down his cheeks as this weighed on his heart. So much pain and baggage was being abandoned. He could almost feel all the hatred being washed away, being replaced with glowing pride that this beauty hear was his sister. "No one will ever hurt you again," he said through his tears. "If they try, I won't let them live." He was completely true with that last part. To Rio, endangering Area was the worst possible crime a person could commit. And he would deliver executions to violators. "I know you wouldn't let me be hurt, ever." Area glanced back to the tubes she was hooked into, figuring she had the room to close the small gap between herself and Rio. Her arms wrapped around her brother, hugging him close. Her breasts pressed against him, having developed significantly since their last meeting." Don't cry....if you cry, I'm going to cry more." The tanned girl moved to kiss away the tears that streaked his face. She sniffled, burying her face at the crook of his neck. His arms, significantly more powerful than they had been in their youth, returned the embrace. He had missed this sort of contact, those soft lips pressed against his cheeks. He decided to return the favor, leaning in to kiss away her tears. "I can't help it," he replied. "I'm so happy." However, he didn't keep the embrace for long, reluctantly pulling away from her. "I need to go get the doctor. I'll be right back," he assured her. The pain of not being in contact with her was already hitting him. She felt like a dream, and if he wasn't touching her, she might disappear. He moved to the exit, his eyes never leaving Area until the wall cut off his gaze. From there, he sprinted through the small clinic, needing to find the doctor as fast as possible. He wanted to be back at her side already. Area smiled at his words, happy to be in her brother’s secure arms once again. While she had endured much of the same training that Rio had, it was apparent to the master who had been the superior twin. Instead, Area was prepared to perform sexual services along with her assassination skills. It was useful to have a killer that knew how to use her body in order to get what was needed. Of course, Rio had no idea what had happened to her after the Azul gang. How the leader degraded her and took her body for himself and passed her around to his subordinates. Area and her brother were both rarities in the world - very few people had their skin color. Coupled with their vibrant eye color and hair colors, they were viewed as trophies by most. Their kind had been executed during the magic wars a hundred years ago that the world was still reeling from. The few members of the Panel race that were left had their lives altered completely for rebelling against their lower social status and inequality in the world. Most were forced to work government brothels, in order to earn money for the government that destroyed them. Not to mention, it was a chance for their kind to be bred out. In one of these brothels was where the master had discovered their mother. He had an associate that was of the Panel race, wanting to see what sort of children could be produced. The man was killed in a failed mission not long after the woman conceived, and their mother died after the childbirth due to inadequate care. The twins really did come into the world with no one else to depend on but each other.“Right.” Area nodded, letting her brother go and instead laying back on her pillow, weary. Her entire body ached from the bullet’s effects on her nervous system. The good doctor was currently in the process of securing additional blood, on the phone. She looked up when Rio entered, asking the person on the line to be placed on hold while she spoke with Rio.“Everything ok?” The doctor inquired, adjusting her glasses. "She's awake and seems stable. It's unlikely any side effects of that bullet will affect her, but I can't be sure about that," he answered calmly, not letting his impatience show. "I want you to check her and make sure of that. If it's only exhaustion, we'll take our leave," he explained. "What sort of payment do you need?" He asked clearly. He had methods for it, regardless of the requested amount. That's when he noticed something. It was small, but he was trained to miss nothing. Sitting in the waiting room was a man, a gangster type who was a dime a dozen in a place like this. But on his collar bone, Rio saw part of a tattoo, one he had learned very well a few years back. It was a mark of the Azul's. Rip wasted no time. The few seconds it would take to kill him was too much. He needed to get to his sister's side now. He charged himself to above his usual limit, allowing him to run so fast the tiles on the ground broke with every step. Furthermore, he burst into the room with a slam, breaking the doors off their hinges as the effect subsided. "Area! It's a setup!" In the few moments that he had been distracted in the waiting room, Area had been dragged up by a former member of the Azul's. He grabbed her roughly by her curly hair, dragging her out of the bed.“Get up, slut. Got a booth at a brothel with your name on it. Going to have men fuck you until you die, to get our money back up.” He had a gun in his hand, Area moaning in pain. When Rio appeared in the room, she quickly moved to look to him, fear evident in her eyes. The man turned to face Rio, pointing his gun to him, holding Area in front of him as a shield, choking her at the neck. But Area wasn’t going to stand for him threatening her brother. Her arm was throbbing, but it was now or never. She quickly grabbed onto his arm with both hands, using her training to break it in three different places as fast as she could.“Rio! Now!” She knew that her beloved brother could finish the job. During all the commotion, the other gang member was coming from the waiting room. The doctor took this time to flee from the scene. Rio got to work in an elegant and almost beautiful matter. Metal grew around him into a spool, on the that quickly unraveled as the wires raced into the ceiling. As that was prepared, a razor sharp blade was used to remove hand with gun from the rest of the body. He watched the man scream as several more from the hallway echoed in unison. With snap of the wrist, the three that had been outside were brought into the room, all standing on their tiptoes due to the metal noose that was firmly around each neck." It wasn't our fault-" one of them started. Before he could finish, Rio had formed a spear and shot it directly into the man's face, killing him instantly. He pulled, waiting to see if the three men around him had anything left to say. "Area," he said, his tone more calm and concerned than that expected of someone who had just killed in cold blood. "Why are they here? What do they want with you," he asked closing the distance between them as he took her hand. "What do you want me to do with them?" Area’s eyes took in the sight of her brother’s handiwork. Really, it was like an artist at work. The men’s feet were just barely brushing the floor as they grabbed at the wire. Anything to try to live. As her brother probed her for an answer, she couldn’t bring her eyes to meet his.“There are a lot of things that have happened to me, Rio. And... I wanted to explain it in time.” Area was speaking at a languid pace, in order to continue their torture for as long as possible. “But, the Azul gang didn’t use me for my fighting skills much. Instead, they used me for….their own pleasure. The one you killed already….” Reira reached her arm across her torso, hand gripping onto her limp injured arm, the one with the IV in it. “...told me that I was expected to repay them with my body.” She looked up to him resolutely. “What I want you to do, dear brother, is bathed us in their blood.” The tanned girl was deadly serious. "I will make it as painful as possible," he responded in a sweet, considerate tone. He closed his eyes, entering a complete trance where he was one with his metal. He forms countless blade wires, all slithering across the floor like hair length snakes. Then they shot up, lacing themselves through the muscles of the men but avoiding any vital organ or arteries. This atones would be a new spectrum of pain for the men, but it was just beginning. It also locked them in place, allowing him to control their bodies as the nooses vanished. They were forced to stand perfectly still, only able to scream in agony as they watched their torturer. Next, for the real torture. The wires started to slither up, surrounding them, as parts began to spin. Faster and faster they went until there were countless tiny buzz saws surrounds each one of them. And with a precision only a man like Rio could perform, they began to work. Up and down, they moved slowly, only scratching the surface. At first, it was only clothes. Next, it was skin. Skin being cut off in the smallest amounts possible. It didn't hurt. At first. But as the dead layers gave way to new, fresh layers, the pain began to grow. True dread was in the hearts of the rapists being literally peeled alive. Rip maintained this torture for over an hour. They were kept alive for as long as possible, even after they began hemorrhagic get blood Rio used his magic channeled through the wires to keep them alive, but eventually, the deed was done. He returned his metal to their usual forms, facing his sister. Both of them were completely red from blood. Around them were piles of meet and bone that in no way resembled the humans that they had been. "Does this satisfy you, sister?" Area watched with eager eyes as her brother got the revenge for her that she had been wanting for so long. She had removed her own IV, having some medical training back at the academy to perform the most basic of procedures. She had to sit at the end of the bed, taking it all in. Rio was very talented at murder. He was like an artist, painting a vast canvas with the blood of the men who wronged her. When the first splatter of blood struck her, she didn’t flinch. Instead, she witnessed everything with an intense and unwavering state. By the time it was all done, she was drenched in blood. The red liquid cascaded down her, a smile on her face. As he asked if she was satisfied, she got to her feet, moving to approach him. Without a word being said, she was going to thank him the only way she knew how. The tan girl pressed herself against her beloved brother, wrapping her good arm about his neck to pull him close and deeply french kiss him. It was a depraved act, the twisted upbringing that the twins had kept them from being able to operate like a typical 20-something. Rio was stunned at first, having not expected the kiss. But fractions of a second into it, he knew this was what he had truly wanted all along. This stored a passion in him, something unmoved by the most expensive whores and a need incomparable to the most powerful drugs. If it wasn't for his excessive training, he would have torn her clothes from her body and taken her right there. But he returned her kiss, his clumsy lips pushing back against her experienced ones. The softness, the warmth, he couldn't get enough. But air was still needed, so he eventually backed away, panting deeply." My apartment, let's go," he told her, grabbing her by the hand as the other had form metal pull the bag of money. He needed to be in the one place where his paranoia could be alleged, and he could focus exclusively on loving the temple that was his sister's body. Plus he didn't want to be here when authorities arrived. He was going to make it there as fast as he could. Area couldn’t think of a more fitting way to thank her brother other than the passionate kiss. She kissed him deeply, slipping her tongue into his mouth, exploring. Certainly, this was a taboo action, but she didn’t care. She had missed him so much, and in the short time they had been back together, he had protected her. The red eyed girl didn’t even care that her brother wasn’t as skilled. She could teach him. As they broke away, she looked up to her brother’s bright eyes. “Right.” Area nodded. “Could you...carry me again?” She looked to the side, smiling a bit. “Whatever I was given...it’s still in my system some.” He wasted no time hoisting her into his arms. He then left, wasting no time at all doing trivial things like hunting down the members or cleaning the blood from their soaking bodies. Furthermore, he needed to get home. That was everything. He still carried the money, knowing she probably needed it for her job, though he planned to forget it soon. As the moved through the streets, they gained no shortage of frightened looks, but no one dared speak up against The Warrior. Part of the way there, he began to worry that he was rushing. He looked down to his sister, clutching to his chest. "You know what I plan on doing to you when we get home?" he asked, making sure she was on the same page. Area had no issue with the pair rushing to go to his home. The looks that they garnered during their journey weren’t out of the blue. After all, they were soaked in blood that was obviously not theirs. She kept her head against her brother’s chest, arms wrapped about his neck tightly. The tanned girl was never going to let go. Not again. Nothing would ever come between her and Rio.“Nothing that I don’t already want. Or started.” Area sounded resolute as she looked up to her twin, ignoring the world around them to focus on him. That was all the confirmation he needed. He picked up the pace, running through every side path and hidden nook while keeping his sister comfortable. He did in twenty minutes what would've taken a normal person an hour. The building he lived in wasn't the nicest to look at, but it was secure, which was Rio's most important thing. Too many people would be more than happy to kill him in his sleep. It took way too long to finally get up to his apartment. But once they were in and the door was locked, all his inhibitions were gone. The bag of money was thrown to the side, treated less like a fortune and more like scrap paper. He adjusted his grip on Area, kissing her fiercely as he made his way towards the bed. He didn't stop to wash off the blood. His patience wouldn't give him that much time. He needed release now. Area had no issues with the sort of apartment that her twin was living in. As of late, due to her financial situation, sometimes hadn’t been this nice. It wasn’t unheard of for her to sleep on the streets. After all, she had to keep a low profile to not be found out by any former members of the gang. Which also severely limited just how many jobs she could take. A part of her had considered turning tricks to survive. After all, that was what the gang who purchased her from the academy thought that was all she was good for. But the tanned girl simply couldn’t bear the thought of doing such with her body. Upon entering the shoddy apartment, her lips crashed against Rio’s, still in his arms as they headed for his bedroom. Area had no issue having relations with her brother while covered in the blood of their enemies. And perhaps, once they had both found release, it would be much easier to sort out what to do from this point forward. Her lips were needy, kissing her brother deeply. Rio practically fell into bed on top of her, still frantically kissing her. He was moving mostly on instinct, his desperate need for her his only motivation. He was going to help her take off her clothes, but soon realized that would require he part from her for the second it took to move the shirt over her head. Deciding that was far too long, and it had already been ruined anyway, he quite literally began to tear the clothes off of her body. Once her top was gone and her vest bare, he did the same to himself, completely ruining his outfit what he cared nothing about. Area didn’t mind for one second that she was writhing on a bed while coated in the blood of her enemies. And her most beloved person in the world, Rio, was the one on top of her. She eagerly kissed back at every chance, hands wandering his chest. She wasn’t as aggressive as her brother, and the thin latex of her bodysuit easily ripped to reveal her body to him. Her tanned skin was covered in scars, proof of the abuse she suffered both in the Academy and out in the world. The Azul gang had also forced her to get tattooed, a large fearsome image of a dragon sprawled out on her back. Rio would just start to see some of the design that peaked out from behind her back and went down her ribs somewhat. It took up all of her back, and then some. It wouldn’t be until he flipped her over or performed an inspection of her body that he would discover the extent of the tattoo.“Am I….everything you want?” Area asked of her brother, hands going to rub his shoulder blades. For the first time in a long time, she actually felt a touch nervous. She wasn't alone her tattooed form snaking across his limbs and his spine was a long line of arcane symbols, forcibly given to him as a way of channeling his magical power. And like her, his body bronze body was lined with scars. Most were old, but one or two relatively new. Their bodies were truly those of twins. He backed away gazing upon her naked form in its entirety on a way he had not done since he was a child, and even then, never in such a way." You are everything," he answered, leaning back in to begin kissing her neck. It went without saying that his cock was already fully erect and dripping with precut. He began to move his head lower, planting kisses on every inch of skin his head passed over, stopping briefly to attend to her nipples. "You are beauty," he said, reaching her lower rib cage. "You are divinity," he continued, moving past her navel. He then found himself before her entrance, the place he most desperately wanted to be. "You are perfection," Rio finally finished before pressing himself into her, using his tongue as he held her by the legs, becoming drunk on her flavor. When Rio pulled away to look her over, she felt flustered and exposed. Vulnerable in front of the only person she ever loved. What if he changed his mind after seeing her like this? She turned her head away, a light blush on her tan cheeks. But with his response, she snapped her head back to look to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck tighter, keeping him close. Area closed her eyes and moaned as he began to grace her skin with his kisses. She didn’t mind as he began to kiss down her body, cleaning up some of the blood that stained her body in the process. Area needed her brother more at this moment than ever before. While he lavished attention on her hard nipples, she arched her back, biting her lower lip. Every time he paused to compliment her, the flush on her cheeks darkened.“Rio!” Area moaned his name as he found her core, beginning to lap her up. Her hands went to lodge into his hair, her soft noises of pleasure filling the room as he worked at her. “So...MMM…” Everything he was doing to her felt too amazing, making her want to melt into the bed as she spread her legs open as much as possible, to give him full access. He wanted to service his sister the best way possible; to bring her to the peak of pleasures so he pulled his head away and stood up, allowing her to see him and his full manhood. He looked at her the way a carnivore looks at the world's juiciest steak. There was no ceremony, no hesitation as he took her. He lifted her up? Using his strength to support her entire weight, his rod was placed directly under her entrance. And so he looked directly into her eyes as he lowered her onto his cock, ending only when he had been fully jilted, causing him to lose control and begin kissing his sister with renewed fervor. When his cock pierced her core, Area was certain that this was what heaven had to be like. Covered in blood, fucking her own brother...she wouldn't have it any other way. Because of so much she had been used, Area's cunt was nice and practiced, easily fitting his thick rod inside of her. Due to how much she adored Rio, her slit was drenched, body ready to receive him. When he kissed her with renewed passion, she responded with as much vigor, slipping her tongue inside his mouth. Area didn't ever want this moment of joining to win, adoring how his manhood filled her, completing her.

Neo San Tokyo's Sins (BloodRedRomeo x Poppy)|rating:3.0

I Don't Want You In My Life (Rosienicole & Darkcide)

Man, people back home are going to think I went bougie. Pierce thought to himself as he got dropped off at what was to be his new home. His dad Damon Walker had always been a fairly humble if ambitious man. The owner of a private security firm who had seen himself elevated in one fell swoop, now he had himself a new wife. A wife who was absolutely loaded at that. Heather Leigh and Damon Walker came from completely different worlds. Damon was born and raised in Detroit, while Heather came from money and was filthy rich. How those two had wound up together, Pierce had no idea whatsoever. He'd only met his new stepmother a few times, and she seemed ok enough he supposed. As far as wealthy, somewhat snobbish ladies could go. The fact that his new stepfamily was white? Definitely didn't go unnoticed, and that wedding had been the single most awkward moment of his life. His family didn't have anything in common with his new family, except that Heather had a daughter who was a year younger than Pierce. That was what his chief concern was. Pierce loved the ladies, this wasn't a secret to anyone. He had long had success with them. He was smart, he was confident, and he was flat out good-looking. His body, his face, his skin tone and tattoos had all been admired by the girls back home. Yet they didn't make them like Gabriella Leigh back home. He had only met her at the wedding and while she came off like the American Sweetheart then? There was something about her eyes, or her demeanor that had thrown him off. The fact remained that she was distracting attractive though. He knew his dad would frown at him wanting to fuck his new step-sister, but there it was. He'd never been with a white woman, it always seemed like the forbidden fruit. It took all his efforts not to stare, especially at those breasts of hers. The girl was fine, and he was sure she knew it.("This is just like Fresh Prince..." He muttered darkly before exiting the car, his stuff had already been transported over, and he apparently was getting a lot of new crap too. All of this was jarring for Pierce, since he didn't come from money, and it was a big jump to move from the ghetto damn near to this. The mansion was beyond obscene, and he felt thankful that he couldn't blush before his friend Jamal remarked"Well kid, there's moving on up and there's moving on up! Goddamn son! The fuck your pops marry into? Hilton money?" Pierce popped the trunk and grabbed his suitcase before answering"More or less... Anyway you stay in contact nah'mean? I'll catch you later kid." The two slapped hands before his longtime friend drove off, leaving him here to contend with a new brand of crazy. Pierce had gone to Wayne State University in Detroit for the last few years, but now he was going to be transferring schools. Too one that was a hell of a lot more prestigious than his school. A private university, that was up here in the land of the rich folk. He normally lived either in the dorm or he rented apartments during the summer, but that wasn't a possibility anymore. Pierce would have to make the best of the situation, and with that thought in mind he ringed the doorbell. A couple of moments later, the door swung open as his dad greeted him. The man was dressed in an expensive suit, some brand that Pierce had never even heard of. The sort of brand that made the young man look down at his own getup somewhat shamefully. The 21-year-old was wearing a black wife beater, a pair of black cargos and black and white Air Forces. Many his tattoos were currently visible, and his father looked him over some before enveloping him in a tight hug. Pierce hugged him back before his dad spoke"You really got more ink done? I told you'd get addicted son, isn't that what I told you? No matter. C'mon in, c'mon in! Make yourself at home, I'll show you to your room." Pierce nodded appreciatively and followed him through the mansion. It was a trek and a half getting there, but they finally got there, and he nearly blushed once more upon seeing just how large his room was and how it was already furnished. His dad slapped him on the back and smirked,"Beats the hell out of Evergreen and Joy, don't it? Anyway you get comfortable here, and I'm going to going to go find Heather, excuse me. Your new step-mother, if you feel me there." Pierce merely shook his head and muttered"Man, I'm not trying to know you like that. Get the hell on pops." His dad shot him a grin before disappearing.2 Hours Later His room was set up just the way he liked it, since Pierce took the liberty of rearranging everything. Now he was currently laying back on his very expensive four-poster bed, looking up towards the ceiling as music blasted from his iPod dock. Lamborghini Mercy Your chick she so thirsty’m in that two seat Leibowitz your girl she trying to jerk meat this point he hadn't even bothered to give himself the tour, content to lay there and rest. It'd been a very hectic week, and sometimes he wanted to enjoy the finer things in life. Even if that meant blasting his music loudly and making sure everyone in this mansion knew he was here. Gabriella was sitting in front of her vanity staring at her reflection. There was a little cluster of hairs that would not stay down no matter what she did, and she could feel the irritation building up inside of her. Today was fucking awful. Her stepfather woke her up this morning to tell her that his son Pierce, whom she had only met once at the wedding, would befinallymoving in today. Yes when she had met him, she knew he was attractive. Muscular with a handsome face, he exuded strength. He also had a plethora of tattoos covering his body and the fact that he was a man of color hadn't slipped her mind either. Gabriella had never had a problem with other races, but her mother had always made her believe that a colored man covered in tattoos was nothing but a "thug." And yet she married a black man. Gabi rolled her eyes. Damon was actually a wonderful man, far too good for her mother. She was confused as to why they got married but decided not to question it as she had before with her mother's previous marriages. Pierce intrigued her and part of her knew it would be exciting to sleep with him, but that didn't change the fact that he was moving into her home. The house basically ran around her and her schedule. Him coming and staying would only mess that up. She stood up and looked out of her window to the driveway. There was a used car sitting in the driveway and her step-brother was taking a suitcase out of the trunk. Gabi made a face at his outfit. A wife beater, really? She threw herself on her big canopy bed, the pink silk sheets giving away her princess status. Maybe if Pierce laid low and didn't get in her way, unless I want him to, maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. A couple of hours later, Gabriella was dressed (for dinner and putting on her pearls when her mother walked in. "Hi darling. You look nice. Look, I need you to go say hello to your new brother and then bring him down for dinner. Now." Heather walked out of the room and Gabi suppressed a little scream of annoyance. No problem mom. Gabriella pasted a smile on her face and walked down the hall to the bedroom with the awful music blaring. She almost banged her head against the door, but stopped herself before she could mark her flawless face. She knocked twice and then opened it slowly when she realized he probably couldn't hear her. Walking in, she saw the room arranged rather nicely. It definitely had a dark, masculine feel to it that made her shiver. Pierce had his eyes closed, laid back on the bed. Gabi almost huffed, but forced the smile to stay on her face and walked forward. She tapped on his bare arm, it was warm and strong and made her mouth water. "Excuse me. Hi, we met at the wedding a month ago. I'm Gabriella. Your new sister." Pierce had been in his own world, so he didn't even hear Gabriella enter the room. A tap on his arm shook him out of it however and his eyes opened slightly before he looked up at his new step-sister. He grabbed the remote and paused the song before sitting up on the bed."... Yeah, I remember. How's it going shorty? I'm Pierce... Um that is a nice dress." He remarked as he gestured towards the black dress. Quirking up an eyebrow some as he took in a small breath. Gabriella looked even better than he had remembered from the wedding. Especially this close up. Apparently his new step-mother had some perfect genes. He could see why his dad would at the least hook up with her, she reminded him of one of those trophy wives, and although she was far from old? Her age didn't show at all. Naturally those genes would pass onto Gabriella who could easily model if she wanted. He looked her up and down for a moment, and did his best not to stare at her tits which admittedly was a hard bit of business to do. They were just there and made even more prominent in the dress that she wore. He had to remind himself internally several times that it would be wrong to fuck his step-sister. Still he was expected to stay in the house with this beautiful piece of woman? That was just dangerous, especially since he knew that their parents would be travelling a lot in the near future. Gabriella dropped her smile when his gaze lingered on her chest. People didn't just ogle her for free. "Okay, my name is Gabriella. Notshorty. Got that? Dinner's ready, we have to go down together. I'll give you a few minutes to put a suit on for dinner." She walked out, her heels clicking on the floor, and she waited by the closed door. The least they could have done was tell him some of the house rules, including the one that dinner was at six every night and that formal wear was required. Pierce was obviously going to be a challenge, an embarrassing mark on her perfect world. The people who always came into money rather than being born into it were the worst. Always so outlandish, thinking they had reached a new level and were better than everyone. Gabi knew what level she was on and Pierce was definitely not on it with her. She tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for her step-brother to get dressed so they could go down and eat. His eyebrow perked up when she spoke, and Pierce blinked a few times as if he hadn't heard her correctly." Yeah, sure thing shorty." He remarked before shaking his head with a small smirk worn on his face. His new step-sister had to be smoking something if she thought she was going to dictate anything to him. He burst out laughing at the notion of wearing a suit to dinner as she walked out of the room, walking to his closet and grabbing on a black t-shirt, throwing it on just to spite Gabriella as well as his new step-mother who he knew next to nothing about. Pierce made his way out of the room moments later. With his head turned down towards her, and more specifically back at her breasts before back up to her face he told her"Alright then shorty, what say we get a move on? I'm hungry as hell." He wasn't the sort of person to live up to stereotypes, especially negative ones. However, it was pretty clear that she already had some preconceived notions about him so he thought to himself Why the fuck not?" I'm just saying shorty, I hope you all made some catfish, and I'll take a brew over whatever fancy wines you all drink." Gabrielle stared wide-eyed as her step-brother walked out in a black t shirt. He did hear me, right? She wasn't sure what exactly she was supposed to do about him, but decided not to say anything more about his clothes. Gabi didn't repeat herself. She placed her arm in the crook of his elbow and led him to the dining room, wincing as he kept calling her shorty and used the word "you all". That shit was not okay. "I really would prefer Gabriella. Or if you must call me a nickname, Gabi. And I don't know what's on the menu or the wine selection. So you'll just have to be surprised." Gabi walked stiffly next to her new step-brother, not exactly excited about the moment her mothers eyes would narrow on the both of them. Heather Leigh was one to scrutinize every detail about you when you walked into a room and then wanting to casually discuss all the things she found wrong with you. Gabi really hated it when she had to do it with company, no matter how permanent the company was. Glancing down at their arms for a second, Pierce shrugged it off and walked with her as she led the way." Shorty isn't a nickname, it is a general euphemism that I use for women that are shorter than I am, shorty." He could be a downright prick at times, so it was best to get it out of his system before he was sat down in front of his new stepmother. She'd already be upset by his lack of formal attire. Upon entering the room, Pierce shot a smile around and nodded towards everyone. He walked Gabriella to her seat, and even took the initiative to pull her seat out for her. He'd politely wait until she was seated before pushing it in, then he would make his way over to Heather and lean behind her to gently place a kiss on her cheek. Damon's eyes never left Pierce, since he wasn't at all surprised with the way his son was dressed, but he also knew that he either had some ulterior motive currently or he was making a mockery of everyone in the room. Pierce would head to his seat, and sit down before glancing around the table and increasing the size of his grin. Gabi was pleasantly surprised when Pierce actually walked her to her seat. Here eyes followed him around the room while he kissed her mother on the cheek and then took his seat. When he sat down, her mother looked at her with a confused look and condescending smile. "Gabriella darling, didn't you tell your brother that dinner is something we treat formally?" Gabriella blushed under her mother's stare. Great, she was going to get shit for Pierce ignoring her." I did mother. I told Pierce, not my brother, that he was to put on a suit. But I don't think he heard me." Gabi returned her mother's icy stare and refused to be the first to look away. She could tell this was going to be a long, long dinner. She signaled to the butler who bent over by her seat and she whispered for him to bring her usual gin and tonic, disguised as Sprite. Pierce's smile grew as Gabriella's mother spoke to her before he remarked,"Mother dearest. I do not feel that my sister should be blamed for my outright decision to not wear a suit. After all, I was raised with the idea that a man needs a suit for weddings and his funeral." Offering her a small apologetic grin, even as he felt his father glaring at him. He then turned towards Gabriella who he sat across from and insisted,"My sweet Gabriella, I am your brother. I would be ever so pleased if you referred to me as such." Tilting his head to the side before he slid his leg underneath the table and ran it along the side of hers. He'd wait until everyone at the table had their eyes diverted elsewhere before mouthing quite clearly to Gabi"Your tits are amazing." Gabriella looked on as her "brother" suddenly had the ability to speak formally after assaulting her with words like shorty and y'all. Her eyes narrowing slightly, she tried to tell if he was mocking all of them and decided he might be by the way his father was glaring at him. Butler Adams brought her "sprite" which she immediately downed, asking for another one before he made it all the way back to his post by the door. Her mother was so self-centered, she didn't notice most nights when Gabi was smashed. Gabriella snorted at the thought, earning her another nasty look from Heather, which made her straighten her back and drop the smile. She sipped her next gin and tonic slowly, letting the taste settle on her tongue before leaning her head back slightly and swallowing it. Her mother looked to her new step-brother and smiled her fakest smile. "I don't mind if you need time to adjust, but being part of this family and living in this home means you follow the rules. I expect you to be wearing a suit sooner rather than later. Right, Damon?" Gabriella sat back in her seat watching this exchange wondering how Pierce would react. Her mother loved giving orders, but Pierce didn't seem to like to follow them. This house might be chaos. Either way, Gabriella would be sitting back and seeming like nothing but an observer, drinking her gin and smiling. In the end it would work out the way she wanted. It always did. Damon smirked at his new wife,"Yeah I doubt that'll happen. I already know what the boy will say before he even opens that smart asked mouth of his." Pierce's eyebrow perked up as he took a small sip of water and couldn't help but grin. His father making it so he couldn't even say anything to Heather. Damon's impersonation of Pierce was pretty spot on,"Oh? Well if that is the case? I suppose I can just move on out. Realistically I never wanted to stay in this snooty house, in this snooty neighborhood, and I was perfectly happy in Detroit. I'm tired of the old man trying to make me into something I'm not, and I especially don't need some beautiful, thoughtful, and intelligent white lady telling me what to do. I mean I am a grown ass man after all." Pierce shrugged lightly before turning to his dad, his mouth opened, but he was again stopped from speaking." Before you say anything, I want you to know why you're here. You're a fine young man Pierce. You're smart, you're ambitious, and you are level-headed. That is more than I can say for most men your age. However, it was hard to raise you, especially since your mother passed so early on. I've always wanted the best for you... Because I love you and I know you're capable of great things. Wayne State is a good school, but moving out here? Going to where you'll be going? That can open doors for you son. I mean you can assure your children? Will never have to struggle like you did grow up, so before you continue with your pathological need to rebel? Why don't you just try to give this a try?" Pierce groaned lightly as he held his head down for a second, he hated when his dad was logical and caring. Looking directly to Heather, he sighed before speaking"Look, Heather. I am who I am. It's cool of you to let me live here and all, but if it wasn't for my dad? You wouldn't have anything whatsoever to do with me which is cool. I don't know you at all, so I'm not going to pass judgement... But well I can give this whole thing a try but all the same? I can't be anyone else aside from me, I will never really fit into this neighborhood, and I'll stay out of your way and not embarrass you and yours as long as you let me be myself. I'm not wearing a suit for dinner... But I'll follow your rules as long as they aren't some old bull... Things that I find extremely disagreeable." His father's glare was as powerful as ever, he looked back to Heather and smirked"Baby? That is a better deal than most get from him." Pierce's eyes turned back to Gabriella, and he again started to slide his leg along hers subtly underneath the table. Gabrielle was watching the conversation turn onto a serious and sappy road. She rolled her eyes already on her third glass of gin. Her mother had never said anything close too heartfelt to her even when Gabrielle had achieved great things, like valedictorian at her high school or president of her college's student government. And here Pierce was, being a total smart ass and Damon was being as genuine as she had ever seen anyone. Gabi was always uncomfortable around families, especially families that were bonded. She knew she would never have children, the thought terrified her. How could I love them when my mother has taught me to hate everyone, including myself? Heather just sat fuming in her seat. No one ever really disobeyed her, she was a woman almost impossible to say no to. But Gabi knew that she would let this go, at least for now. It would do no good to mess up this first night of family. And then Gabi felt a leg slide up her own bare one. She jumped in her seat and almost choked on her drink. What. The. Fuck. She looked up and saw Pierce staring at her and almost exclaimed out loud about where she would put his foot if he didn't get it off of her leg when her mother cleared her throat. Heather was glaring at her daughter, face full of judgement. "Gabriella please justtryand act like a lady. You're embarrassing me." Oh, great. Someone had pissed her off and now Gabi got to be the punching back. She nodded stiffly at her mother and pushed her chair out until her step-brother's leg was off of hers. She signaled to Butler Adam's for her fourth glass. Furthermore, she needed it tonight. Pierce merely smirked at Gabrielle and noted how she kept getting drinks, he couldn't help but wonder to himself whether she was getting drunk here or not. He ate his meal quietly for the most part, while Damon didn't seem to be happy about the treatment Gabrielle was receiving from her mother. He turned to his stepdaughter and cleared his throat,"So Gabriella, what are your plans for this upcoming semester? I think that certain people in this house could definitely follow your example." Offering her a small smile and nod. Pierce looked to her with interest and added,"Yes, Gabriella. From what I understand? You're a straight a student, that is pretty impressive." Especially when you look like you do and could easily flash your tits or your status to get over. He offered an encouraging smile, although his eyes told another story entirely, he was glad that they weren't related by blood. Otherwise, that'd just make his attraction towards her awkward, as it stood, it wasn't going to be easy having to live in this house with that there strutting around. Gabriella was sipping down her fifth glass starting to feel the buzz when Damon set his attention to her and asked her what her plans were for the next semester. She blinked a few times to gather herself and keep from giggling. What was she planning to do this semester? That was a laugh. More like what were the people around her going to former this semester. But instead she answered sweetly. "Well I have my next four classes set up that I'm pretty excited for. I'm hoping to keep my 4.0 without any new distractions." At that point she shot Pierce a look and drained the rest of her drink, signaling for just one more. "And I'm also heading the student government so that is going to take up a lot of time, but I'm looking forward to it. There's also going to be some new freshman coming in to rush the sorority." Gabriella's mood lifted as she thought of the sorority. Zeta Beta Zeta was the sorority Gabi was currently president of. Her mother had been the president when she went to Wayne. The thought of all of those new girls coming in with high hopes and nervous energy, trying to please and impress her made Gabi feel giddy. She had to admit, if only to herself, she definitely got a power high. Gabriella was in charge, and she would always be in charge. Pierce had to stop himself from snorting, he merely tilted his head to the side and put two fingers to his palm in a silent clapping motion. Damon nodded approvingly at Gabriella and commented with"That is definitely a tall order. I have the utmost faith in you however, and I know I'm still a recent addition to your life. But I am proud of you." He eventually finished his meal and turned towards the family, forcing a small smile before speaking"Dinner was great, may I please be excused?" His father nodded, and Pierce got up with his dishes and headed towards the kitchen. Not really caring that they had hired help, instead he washed the dishes himself and set them in the dish rack to dry off.Afterward he headed back to his room, needing to get away from a lot of what was going on in the kitchen. His dad wasn't a surprise, but outside the money and that Heather was an attractive lady? He couldn't see why his dad had married her. They had next to nothing in common, and he wasn't a fan of her. Not to mention his bitchy new stepsister, he couldn't figure that one out. She was exceptionally hot, sure. But she seemed to be as entitled as they come, and she also struck him as being someone who was in dire need of a nice stiff one inside of them. That thought brought a smirk to his face as he laid back onto his bed and considered his situation quietly. Maybe he could try to get along with her? Find some sense of common ground between the two of them, or he could continue to antagonize her which seemed just as viable as far as options went. Gabriella smiled at Damon and nodded in thanks. She couldn't tell if he was genuinely proud or just trying to impress her mother. Not that her mother cared either way. To Heather, it was about how men presented themselves outwardly to the rest of the world and how they performed in her bedroom. She needed a man who would please her privately, bring a sense of strength to the people in their circle, but also one who wouldn't question Heather's authority or what she did in her spare time. All the men she had been with had started out with these qualities, but once they had tried and exercised some control over Heather, she cut them loose, and she cut them fast. Gabi watched with narrowed eyes as Pierce stepped into the kitchen and was clearly washing his own dishes. Who does that? She savored her last glass of gin as he went up the stairs and into his bedroom and tried to contemplate her next move. She could be nice to him like she was to all strangers, make him think she was actually a sweet girl who was compliant and "down to earth". Or she could let him know exactly who she was and how she operated. Pierce struck her as the kind of guy who had to be made aware of how things were immediately, or it would never work out. She wobbled up the stairs slightly after her mother excused her. Gabi should have walked into her bedroom, taken a long bath, and then gotten into bed to pass out. But instead she found herself walking past her bedroom and down the hall to her stepbrothers. She knocked quietly on the door hoping maybe he was asleep. Pierce had struggled to find something to do to occupy his time, until he decided to sit down and write at his computer. Opening up iTunes, he scrolled through his large library until stopping on a very somber and relaxed sounding instrumental. As opposed to earlier, it seemed he was trying to be considerate now as he didn't have the volume turned up that loudly. A pen and paper were set down in front of the monitor and Pierce began to write like a mad man. Rewinding the music back whenever he needed to until he heard a quiet knock at his door. His eyebrow perked up a little before he paused the music and slowly got to his feet. For a guy his size, he was surprisingly quiet and quick as the door was opened in a matter of seconds, and he looked down at Gabriella with a neutral expression. With one eyebrow slightly raised up, Pierce studied her face carefully for about 3 seconds before speaking"Hey, is there something I can do for you?" He slowly stepped to the side and opened his door a bit further, indicating that she could enter the room if that was what she wished. However, his eyes never left her, and he was putting on an excellent poker face at the moment. Gabriella jumped slightly when the door was open just seconds after she had knocked. But she composed herself quickly and smirked slightly as she walked into the room. She could hear music playing from Pierce's computer and a paper scribbled with lots of words next to it. What was he doing? Gabi walked to his bed and delicately jumped onto it laying down and stretching out. She wanted it to be clear that she did what she wanted when she wanted. "I just wanted to say goodnight...brother." Gabi wasn't sure exactly what it was going to take to tame her new step-brother, but she would have to figure it out fast. She could be tough, sneaky, seductive. But which one would work on him? He was harder to read then anyone she had come across, his father being a close second. He was showing no indication that he found her attractive besides him rubbing his leg against hers at the dinner table. She couldn't tell if he was doing that because he thought she was sexy or because he was trying to unnerve her. She slowly parted her legs as she sat up letting the dress ride high until her bare ass was touching his sheets. "See you tomorrow." Cheeky little bitch. He thought to himself as she jumped onto his bed. Pierce gently nudged the door closed with his foot and crossed his arms over his chest before a very small smile made its' way onto his face." So I'm your brother now?" He asked amused as he sauntered over towards the bed very slowly. The girl was hard to figure out, at the very least he felt it safe to assume that she was far from innocent, and far from the sweetheart that his dad thought she was. Well... Two are able to play that game. Pierce stopped at the bed and placed one of his large hands down on it, and his head tilted to the side very slowly as his smile grew. Those dark eyes of his took on a very predatory look as they fixed on Gabriella's perfectly formed face. When he spoke, he notably added a slight growl to his tone as he watched her carefully"So... You are telling me that you want to come here in my room, looking so...ravishing... All to tell me goodnight... And to call me brother now?" Using the hand on the bed as leverage, he climbed onto the bed with her and held himself up as his much larger body hovered over his with one of his knees resting about eight inches south of the part in her legs directly below her crotch. His tongue briefly ran over his lips and he shrugged,"That is awfully considerate of you... Gabriella." He put extra emphasis on the a and exhaled gently. The arm that was on the bed had slid up some so that it was now next to her head and his face was directly over hers. Pierce refused to break eye contact and his grin had shrunk into a small smirk. Gabi's heart sped up as he made his way onto the bed and then was directly on top of her. What was he doing? She just laid still and tried to look as nonchalant about his nearness as possible, when in truth she felt both incredibly sexy and incredibly vulnerable. There might not be anything better than if he took her quickly right then and there. She hadn't cummed in weeks, hadn't had a good orgasm in months. She hated to admit to the fact that she was horny and sexually frustrated. But she was. Gabriella could have any guy she wanted, if not for all of her money and high status then her perfect body and angelic looks. But Gabi could not let it be known to the world that she was some kind of slut who hooked up with guys just to get herself off. No, you had to earn her body... But here Pierce was, so close to her. They were in a position that no step-brother or sister should be in, if anyone came in they would be in big trouble. She couldn't help herself though, she needed some fun. At least a little. Her arms traveled slowly up his muscular arms until they stopped at his shoulders. Slowly she sat up until her upper body was pressed lightly against his, and she whispered against his lips. "Goodnight." Then she slid out of his hold and crawled slowly off of his bed. The room felt hot, and Pierce's breaths felt slightly more ragged. His lips caught his full bottom lip as her arms moved up his own, she seemed so petite yet the dictionary definition for sexy at the same time. His eyes locked intently on hers and his chest pushed out slightly when Gabi pressed towards him. They were going to kiss, this was it. Pierce could taste victory and yet, she tore it away in one swift motion. His lips opened slightly in surprise before he reached out gently to grasp her arm at the elbow. Getting off of his bed as well, Pierce knew he couldn't let this game end like that. Screw losing the battle but winning the war, he just wanted to win period. He lightly pulled her to him and moved his free hand underneath her slender chin. Tilting it to the side slightly before his lips moved to her neck. They stopped short of making contact, but at this close of a range he could feel her heat pulse onto his lips and he stopped right at her ear. The tip of his tongue crept out slowly and flicked her lobe once before he whispered back"Goodnight to you as well..." His lips then closed possessively around her ear lobe, and he suckled at it, his lips pulled back to leave his teeth closed delicately around it, and he tugged gently before letting it go as well as letting her go. Gabriella moaned softly and leaned into Pierce as his tongue traced her small earlobe and then gripped his arms harder feeling her pussy start to tingle when he tugged it between his teeth. She was more than due for a good fuck and the combination of their closeness and all the gin she had drank since dinner had her sure to just give in and let him take her. But he let her go, and she stumbled back out of his arms, the room was spinning, and she was trying to get a hold on her emotions. All she could do was stare at him before turning around and walking unsteadily back to her room. As soon as the door was shut, she tore her dress off and kicked her shoes to the middle of the floor. The maid would come by in the morning and put them in their rightful place. Gabriella ran to the bathroom and started the bath, anxious to get in and start working her tight cunt until she came. Pierce was far too independent for her taste. She liked men who were strong in features but willing to bend and comply to her will. Just like her mother. But Gabi couldn't deny that she wanted him bad, she would fuck the rebellion right out of him. And then when sunk into the hot water with the surface covered in bubbled, she shook her head. She couldn't be with Pierce, he was part of her family now. But that didn't mean she couldn't think about him... Gabriella slid her hand down and sighed when her small fingers found her rapidly swelling clit. Just one push on it and Gabi forgot the rest of the world. The heat was building within her, and she continued to rub her clit for a few minutes before finally sliding a finger deep and hard within her. That finally pushed her over the edge, and she came loud, moans echoing in the bathroom. Slumping back, somewhat satisfied she finally let herself smile. Tomorrow was a new day, and she would just have to see how it went. Pierce's lips curled up into a very slight smile in regard to Gabriella's reactions to his actions. He had been worried that she might push him off of her and call him a pervert or something to that effect. Thankfully that was not the case at all. Before letting her go, he had the nagging feeling that if he decided to push the issue? He could easily fuck the entitlement out of her. However, that was not to be. She didn't seem happy in the least about him letting her go, and Pierce's smile disappeared as he stared back at her. Watching her walk confirmed his suspicions that she had been enjoying certain beverages that night that Heather wouldn't be happy about in the slightest. Gabriella was a drinker it seemed, and that thought brought a small chuckle to the young man as he shook his head and gently shut his door. To his disappointment, he wasn't able to get back into songwriting. His mind was racing quite inappropriately about his step-sister. He grunted frustrated and laid down on his bed instead. All that raced through his mind were images of the two of them. He pictured having her sprawled out on his bed face down, with her shapely little bottom pointed to the heavens as he pounded into her like she were the cheapest thing on the planet of earth. That didn't help matters in the slightest, and he groaned and closed his eyes. He had no idea how things would go with Gabriella completely sober, so he could only draw off that night's events. However, she didn't seem adverse to intimacy with him, he just had a feeling that she wanted it on her terms which wouldn't work at all. He had no problem with dominating, and taking her. However, he had to get her to that point of no return, to where she'd surrender to all of his desires and openly admit to him what she wanted. Tomorrow was always a new day, he'd see what it could bring. At the very least, for a good portion of the day he knew they'd more or less have free run of the house. Apparently his dad and Heather were supposed to be going on a date. They were taking in a run of Les Misérables, dinner at some fancy place or another, and going to some winery that Heather was a fan of. Pierce shuddered to think about what was in store for when they got home that night. He was thankful their bedroom was on the other side of the building. It was with that, he drifted off slowly to dreams that bordered on torture. The sun was shining right in Gabriella's face, and she groaned out loud, ready to scream at the help who had come in and opened the curtains before she was ready to be awake. But when she rolled over and glanced at her bedside clock, her eyes widened. It was already after ten! She hadn't had the best sleep, tossing and turning thinking about the new addition to her family just a few doors down the hall. She huffed out an annoyed breath. Pierce was even fucking up her sleep now, and he hadn't been here for a full twenty-four hours yet. She sat up slowly and stretched out. Gabi was completely nude, she just climbed into bed after she dried from her bath and fell asleep for a short while before the countless times she woke up. Stepping down she had to smile at her tidy room. They had already come and cleaned quietly while she was asleep and naked in her bed. And now she was about to mess it up again getting ready for the day. It was their job though, and without her, they wouldn't have one. Gabi walked into her Grande bathroom and sat herself in front of the mirror. Brushing her hair out slowly, she started to wake up fully and continued making herself pretty. Curling her blonde hair, applying her makeup, and finally walked across the bathroom to her walk in closet. It boasted thousands upon thousands of dollars worth of merchandise, the room bigger than common people's living rooms. Her friends were all envious and had more than once tried sneaking an item or two out. But Gabi had everyone searched before they left for a reason. Picking out a small black bikini and see through cover up that she would throw off the second she got by the pool, she made her way down to the dining room for breakfast. Pierce got up early enough, especially since he was in a new environment. There was something about the unfamiliar that kept him on edge, that wasn't helped in the least by the very lewd and very graphic dreams that had plagued him the night before. Pierce walked over to a set of pull up bars he had installed in the room and raised his arms to grab hold. He wordlessly did a set and finished after a few reps. A part of his brain felt like kicking the rest of his body for passing up the chance that he had the night before. The other part felt confident that the chase was half of the fun. All in all he was left uncertain with thoughts that drifted back to Gabriella frequently. The next order of business was to get a shower underway, and Pierce couldn't help but marvel at his bathroom. It was big to say the least, and the bath was just obnoxious. It had jet settings, it was spacious, and he was still able to take a shower in it. He was never going to get used to this place, the wealth was just made painfully obvious in every aspect of his new home. Even the water during the shower felt richer, and it was easily the single most comforting and relaxing shower that Pierce had ever gotten to enjoy. To the point where he lingered, and spent a good 25 minutes just letting the water wash over his body and face. Once he was fully washed up, he made sure to cut the water off and then dried off. Pierce then got to work on his complex morning ritual to get ready which included brushing his teeth, his head, using lotion, moisturizer, and everything else that'd aid in making sure he maintained his rugged good looks. Once he was back in the main portion of the room, Pierce tossed on a pair of maroon boxer briefs, black cargo shorts and a matching featureless short sleeve that fit snugly on his large upper body. "Don't Worry, Be Happy" was whistled on the way to the dining room before Pierce walked in and shot Gabriella a mischievous little grin." Hiya sis, top of the morning." Was the cheery greeting that was given to Gabriella as he made sure to sit across from her once more. Gabriella sat quietly munching her dry whole wheat toast and rolled her eyes when she heard the upbeat whistling. Pierce sat across from her again and bade her good morning, and she just tossed her hair to the side and raised an eyebrow at his overly cheery self. "Morning." She had been half hoping that he would seem tired, kept up all night by thoughts of her and her body. Gabi knew she had kept many men up at night with the thought of her and enjoyed seeing their yawns, their tired eyes traveling over her again and again... But Pierce seemed perfectly rested to her and too cheerful for someone who had just uprooted to a new city, new school, new home, new family. Gabi felt a pang of sympathy but pushed it away immediately. Sympathy made people weak, it affected their thinking and decision-making. After last night's little display, Gabi knew she couldn't afford to have anything but a clear head around her new step-brother. Pierce started to eat with a smile before leaning towards Gabriella and making sure nobody was around before he whispered"So how'd you wind up going to sleep? Since you seemed rather...bothered after you told me goodnight." His eyes fixed on her intently and the gears were obviously turning in his head. He hadn't forgotten the night before in the least. His hand went to his glass of Orange Juice, and he took a long draft from it before returning to his meal. Just like dinner the night before, his leg found its' way over to hers and gently slid up and down her own as he licked his lips slowly and pursed his lips out towards her once." So... Our parents are going out tonight... I think we could use that time to better get to know one another. Don't you Gabriella?" He let her name pass through his lips as if it were the sweeter sound, savoring all the syllables. Gabi watched her step-brother through narrowed eyes. It seemed like he was always playing a game with her or at the very least trying to make her uncomfortable. She dragged her chair back, so their legs weren't touching anymore and smiled snidely trying to think of her best move. Maybe she should just play along until she figured out where this was going. In the end, she would have to win this." Sure Pierce, let's do just that." Gabi walked past him and let her hand slide over his muscular arm and then shoulder, feeling a shiver run through her as she felt the hardness beneath his skin. She walked through the Grande kitchen and then out the back door to the pool and spa area. Spraying herself with tanning oil, she gingerly sat and then laid on her favorite chair out in the sun. Just an hour or so laying out and her tan would be touched up. Then she would get in the pool for a few laps. She hoped half-heartedly that Pierce wouldn't come out and...disturb her. His eyebrow perked up when she got up, and he watched her go, biting his lip gently as she touched him. Just her touch was enough to send butterflies through his stomach, she knew what a complete and utter treasure she was. There was nothing he found more attractive than a woman who was self-assured. His step-sister seemed to have confidence in spades. It was one of the reasons he found himself so drawn to her. Well that and her absolutely amazing looks. The girl looked like a model or an actress, he'd never really seen her like growing up but now that she was here and thrown in his face? He was going to win this imaginary little contest between the two of them. Pierce wasn't about to let her go off by herself though, Gabi was going to be his source of entertainment in his new home. Music, television and working out? They all paled in comparison to the enjoyment that she could potentially offer him, plus at the very least he did rather like getting under her skin. So Pierce walked out towards the pool as well and stopped as he took a second to look around. He had to constantly remind himself that his stepfamily was rich as hell. Pierce moved to step in front of the chair and grabbed the sides of it, pulling it towards him as he spread his legs out further so that her legs lied underneath and between his legs as he crouched down some." Seems like the only time you can really tolerate me is when you get some drinks in your system little' mama. Not that I mind, but what is that all about? What's your problem with me? Please, feel free to be totally honest." Gabi rolled her eyes and almost groaned out loud when Pierce pulled her chair underneath his spread legs. She crossed her arms and her soft breasts squeezed together, already threatening to spill out of the tiny bikini top. She raised her knees slightly so they grazed the back of Pierces legs and just looked at him through her sunglasses. So he noticed how tipsy she had been last night? He seemed to be the only one. Gabriella sure had a lot of secrets and the only people who knew them worked to serve her and her family. Paid for their silence." I like you just fine brother. I just hope you know this in-house. Furthermore, I run this house, I run the college, and soon I'll be running this city. Just stay out of my way and I'll be perfectly pleasant towards you." Gabriella smiled and then let her fingers slide onto his knees and stay there for a few seconds before dropping back down to her sides. "Now move. You're blocking my sun." That was it, was it? She was a total control freak who thought that she'd be able to bend the world around her little finger. Pierce couldn't allow that sort of thing happen, so he smirked and shook his head a little before licking his lips once." Ran, I think you mean. Even then, with the way your mom talks to you darling? I have a hard time believing that." His eyebrow perked up, and he glanced around the two of them before biting his lip mischievously. He decided to test a theory, since there was nobody around currently. He had gotten to her last night, he wanted to see if that was possible with her completely sober. One of Pierce's fingers rolled along the outside of Gabriella's legs as his eyes filled with obvious lust for her." So...if you run everything? I suppose that the guys who have been lucky enough to have dated you were under your thumb. They answered your beck and call... Has a guy ever really been a man with you Gabi? I mean has a man ever been able to have control with you? Have you ever given yourself to someone?" All the while his lips moved closer to hers, and he stopped a few inches away from her face." You are too pretty for your own good, you know that? You're used to having the world as your oyster... That? Makes me want to utterly devour you." Instead of touching her lips he ran his lips over the side of her neck as close as he was able to without making contact." Judging from last night though? You might like that a little bit too much..." His strong hands were now sliding up her legs to rest on her hips.

I Don't Want You In My Life (Rosienicole & Darkcide)|rating:3.0

Spoiled Little Princes

(Closed for Prince_Truman)Natalia stared at her father trying to hold back the tears. Her father was being relentless with this marriage thing. She was only 23, and he was demanding she either marry before 24th birthday which was in 2 weeks or be cut off, completely. She didn't believe he would, but here were the legal papers he had drafted and signed that were effective on her birthday if she did not marry. He was serious! And he had already picked out the perfect husband for her. Natalia didn't even glance at the folder her father held out to her or even acknowledge he had spoken the man's name. Her mind was too full of mush and rage. How could he?!" You're to be married in one week." Natalia turned around her long black hair flying about her. She stopped, so abruptly her hair smacked her in the face before settling around her. She put her hands on her narrow waist, her B cup breasts rising and falling with every breath. Natalia was princess to the Azure Nation. She was to be queen. Her father was to step down, and she was to rule, but not married?! In her nation she would be second to her husband the King. She didn't want that. Yes, she was spoiled? Yes, she was petulant? And Yes, she had this hunkering to start a few wars by expanding her territory? She was young, aggressive, and wanted some action? Not pop out babies!" Natalia..." her father cautioned her. Natalia spun around with a sweet look on her face. "Daddy. Let's say I give ..." Natalia trailed off. She had totally forgotten his name. "Him a try. 1 week. I'll give it all I got to make us work, but let's say he does not fit the bill than you'll stop this whole cutting me off thing and let me be."" You can't opt out for something silly. I don't care if he pees sitting down. It must be for something we both can agree will not make a marriage work," her father countered." Yes, like if he doesn't like me."" Agreed," her father replied." Agreed." Natalia repeated with a much darker tone. She turned and strode to the door only to hear her father's smiling voice, one that told her he had something up his sleep. "Ahhhh Natalia your fiancé' is here." Natalia stopped short. The man her father implied she had assumed was just another servant. Her eyes bulged. She hadn't had time to form a plan. She wasn't ready yet. Furthermore, she turned her head and glared at her father who knew her better than she knew herself. He planned this! The prince stepped forward making his way to the princess, she was indeed beautiful, and in the brief moment he had to watch her without being known he had seen she seemed every bit as spoiled as he had been warned. She was to be his wife, so he would be sure that she learned her proper place. As he walked he took off the cape that covered his regal clothes, it made him look like a commoner or a servant, but it aided in his travels. He wasn't fond of sitting in a castle and live richly, he thrived for the action of the battlefield as well, and he already had plans of conquest in his mind. Still his plans started here, Azure, where he would be able to add this kingdom to the one his father would soon give him." Princess Natalia, it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Prince Stephen" he kissed her hand enjoying her soft skin for the first time." I trust that you and I can make this "arrangement" work very well" Natalia stared at the man. Her caramel skin flickering in the soft light of the sun. She studied him like a hunter with prey and instantly disliked this man. That of course wasn't a good reason not to get married. She would have to get him to not like her. Easy!" I'm sure the pleasure is all yours," Natalia turned from Stephen and to her father. "I must get ready for the midday meal. I'm sure you both have something to discuss or at the very least make sure He," Natalia meant her fiancé, "gets cleaned up. Smelling like the outdoors isn't a good first impression." It wasn't true. Prince Stephen didn't smell, but it was one comment she could make. She was being nasty nice and knew she could at least get away with this. She also knew that she should have shown him to his room, but did not. Another insult stacked in her favor. And send did not return his words or kindness. Another insult. This was too much fun and easy. Natalia hastened to her room. She knew just the outfit to send his royal ass packing. Natalia quickly undressed and redressed. She didn't put on all the under frills. No, she was going as risqué as possible without getting into trouble. Natalia stared at herself and smiled in the mirror. This was great. She hastened to the steps and waited as everyone sat down. She was going to make a grand entrance. Natalia took the first step and immediately the servants stopped and stared; the men looking at the little girl who was now a woman with eager eyes and only a few turned away. Natalia had on a tight dress that hung onto every nook and cranny on her body before pooling at her feet. She wore a corset that lifted and pushed out her bosom making it seem like she had more than she did. Her hair was down and trailed down her back which was the only thing she had covering it as the dress dipped low in back to stop just at the top globes of her bum." Hello everyone," Natalia sat down, and it was obvious the dress had two thigh high slits. The dress hung between her slender legs. She smiled and waited, he was sure to call her a harlot or something, throw down his napkin, and march out of the dining hall. As soon as she left her father started to apologize, Stephen just had a wicked smile and watched her walk away." Apologies aren't necessary, you did warn me about her behavior issues, I must insist on spending time alone with her soon." It wasn't easy but eventually her father agreed to let them be alone for a while after dinner, he wasn't sure how much of that resistance was for fear of his daughter being attacked and how much from fearing Stephen would get attacked. He was shown his quarters, they were nice, and after very little questioning the servant provided him with the location of where the princess stayed. When dinner started she came down wearing a dress, but what she wasn't wearing was the important part, it made him stare, just like the rest. He was surprised her father didn't admonish her, he seemed more in shock than anything. He just smiled "it's nice to see you again, even though I didn't expect to see so much more of you so soon"He kept smiling, there were people there, pretenses had to be kept at least for now. Much to the princess disgust, she was to sit next to him, after the dinner started and as she was talking his hand went down, and he caressed her exposed leg, slowly but not softly, it was the touch of ownership even if she wasn't his yet. Natalia's smile slipped as he commented about seeing so much of her. Her eyes widen in anger before instantly going smooth and cool. Her father just stared at her with a frown. She chatted on and on about nothing. Truly, she hadn't spoken this long about absolutely nothing in all her adult years. She wanted him to think her silly and stupid as she went on and on about her friend, Alexandria, and her new white pony and clothes and make up. She stuttered when she felt a hand on her leg. Furthermore, she blinked, and her father took that pause to ask Stephen some question about his kingdom and if he had any plans of war. Her father was about peace and war was not in his future, or his little girl, or his grandchildren. Natalia could only sit there and endure his caresses. She wasn't sure what to do and as he spoke to her father all calm she started to get angrier and angrier. How dare he seem so calm when he was touching her? And ... and how dare he touch her? She did not allow this? Standing up, her chair scraped against the floor. She held her head regally as she floundered for a bit." I insist upon a walk instead of this boring talk of HIS country. It'll be my country he'll live in. Come let's go Stephen." Natalia had already started striding from the room going into the patio that connected to her expansive garden. Stephen purposefully avoided the talk of peace, treading carefully in order to not disappoint the king, it was his duty for now, to appear good to him, and to control the princess. When she stormed off he smiled again, he had won something, she had lost her composure at dinner, when she was trying to play that game with him through her clothes and silly talk, and he had won with just his hand. He excused himself and followed her, as soon as they were alone he addressed her knowing nobody could hear them, no pleasantries were necessary, specially not for her." You are going to try to put me in place now? Or will you keep trying to scare me away?" Natalia was enjoying the walk. She had always loved the outdoors at night. As a kid she used to climb out of bed, sneak out the house, and sleep in her gardens. Something about the night making her feel alive. She had almost forgotten the man beside her and all this silly talk of marriage. That was until he spoke. She glared at him. "This is my kingdom. Not yours. You will address me as Princess Natalia at all times." She looked down her nose at him and decided his question was worth acknowledging. "At any time you find me too much to deal with you can leave. No one is stopping you from calling this ... shenanigan off and going home. Where you and your kind belongs!" Natalia huffed and tried to push her way past him. This discussion was over, and she wanted to enjoy her nighttime walk before someone made her act proper. She did NOT have time for him.(sorry so short. As she tried to push past him, he forcefully grabbed her by the wrists holding in place." This will be my kingdom, and you will be mine, and not just in title I'll make sure you learn that your true place is at my side... and below me"As he finished the sentence he started to apply strength to her wrist forcing her down." Have you ever kneeled before someone "princess"?" he said mockingly." I'm not a fool that your father picked out I decided to be here, so you better get used to it." Natalia stared at his hand that grabbed her wrist. She pulled back sharply trying to get him to let go. Her eyes widen when she heard his words. She spat at his feet. "No. This is MY kingdom. These are MY citizens. I will never be by your side. Even at this moment I'm looking for a man who could be my lover." Natalia gasped at the force on her wrists. Wincing her knees started to buckle, but at his words she strengthens them. "Unhand me you fool, or I'll scream and have the guards come running. I'm sure you have bruised my delicate skin and I believe the wedding would be off. Beating of a wife is surely how a marriage cannot work. Yes, squeeze harder. Mar my skin. Give me evidence!" Natalia laughed evilly. He let go of her hand, but he wouldn't let her revel in her small triumph, he grabbed her by the neck, sharply and hard, slightly pulling from her hair just enough to cause pain." You are right... I shouldn't mark your skin... not now, not until we are wed. It won't be, and it's not your kingdom, right now it's your father's the man who has enough power to become much more powerful but wishes for peace, soon it will be mine, for I can't share it with the likes of you. As you didn't wish for me, I didn't wish for you" His force still tried to make her kneel "what I wish in a wife is someone clever and strong, someone that would be wise in the arts of war or willing to learn, someone who would help me further my plans while knowing her true place as my queen. Instead, I get you." He spit in front of her two times "You spat once I do it twofold, because what I get isn't a woman, I get a spoiled brat whose greatest act of rebellion is to go to dinner without her undergarments and talk about ponies. You are nothing but a silly girl, and while I cannot impart you with virtues that you don't possess such as intelligence, I will make sure that you at least behave in a way that won't hamper me." He stopped the pressure and pulled her against him, placing her face in front of hers and digging his eyes into hers. "You say you want a lover, I don't think you even know what you want since you always get anything you request in a silver platter, but don't worry you will have a lover in me, I'll use your body in ways that you haven't imagined, and drain you out of energy, for if that is what you need to break you, like a horse that needs its energy spent you will get that. But that is for after the wedding otherwise you would cry for the guards and spoil the fun." Natalia wince as the pain increased, but now she was pulling on her neck. She struggled, but she knew it was a losing battle. For the first time ever in her life she was truly scared about her future. Truly scared about her life. She glared at the man as he talked ill about her father. Her father was a great man and yes there were opportunities to be held that he didn't wish to captivate on, but he was still a great man. How dare this . Arse talk about him? She was stunned that Stephen didn't want her. She had never come across a man who hadn't. Furthermore, she was known for her beauty and if he said it to shock her he did well. Furthermore, she wasn't vain. Okay she was a bit vain, but to actually hear that a man who should be all over her didn't want her was ... unbelievable. Her knees buckled again, but she refused to give in. She hated to hear him say what the traits he wanted in a queen which described her. She was clever, witty, aggressive, wanted war but also had her flaws of being bratty and vain. Everyone had flaws. This man didn't even know her. She was happy her plan worked and saddened at the same time." A spoiled brat is honorable. A rapist is not sir!" She used the word sir more as an insult than in actually addressing him respectfully. A snide insult to his station. "I may not know the touch of a lover, but I know the unwanted touch of a brute. Your words are crude and better suited to the whores that you've fucked." She spat the word at him obviously flustered at using that word herself. "I repeat you will not have my kingdom. You will not!"" Princess ... Prince?" A servant appeared and looked at them with worry in her eyes. "I was sent to make sure you are alright and to see you to your room." The servant spoke to Natalia with a slight tilt. Natalia pulled out of Stephen's grasp. She walked past the servant, but stopped when they were shoulder to shoulder. "Please see the Prince to his room. He may require a woman's touch ... one that he has proven I am not capable of." She all but called him a rapist. The servants eyes widen as Natalia marched off. The servant walked up to the Prince with a sad smile. "She really is a great woman. She just doesn't like to be forced. Be nicer and she'll love you eventually. Ask her about the 'Battle of Two Doves'. It's her favorite." The servant's eyes twinkled with knowledge and the thought that she was helping two wayward lovers. Stephen stood silent for a minute, her response just now didn't come from someone that appeared to be weak in the mind, and to that he had to add what the servant just gave him as advice, the "Battle of the Two Doves" wasn't a children's story, or a sappy romance novel, it was more or less a treaty in tactical matters in war, more specially in a war a kingdom like this could get involved in. He went to his room, while he knew where the princess was a visit that night would seem like too much for one day, not to mention that the princess might try to call rape and make a huge unnecessary scene.Besides, he needed to think, could he have been wrong about Natalia? Could she actually be the kind of woman he wanted... it seemed impossible, but he had a glimpse of hope, he would not only make her submit then, he would test her virtues as well, after all it would be foolish to let the possibility of letting her smarts if existent go to waste? With this kind of thoughts in mind, he drifted to sleep. Natalia couldn't sleep. She paced and paced in her room. It was early morning and the sun was streaming through her window and still she had not slept. That man was a villain, and it was going to take a lot to get him to leave. She thought being dumb and sappy would do it, but she underestimated him. Okay, phase 2. He wanted smart. He'll get smart. She'll do what she had done to many suitors, out smart them and make them feel intimidated by her knowledge. Her father didn't teach her the art of war so she could squander her kingdom away. This time Natalia got dressed in something more suitable. It was still a flattering gown, but it wasn't as clingy and the dress was beautiful enhanced by her own beauty and not the dress making her sexy like last night. She went to the table and wasn't surprised no one else had arrived yet. The servants quickly put a cup of coffee in front of her and some toast before making her usual breakfast meal of fruits and waffles. She rarely deviated from that choice of morning meal. She watched her father come in and smiled at him. "I'm sorry papa for my behavior yesterday." She used her favorite name for him when she was a girl. "I will be better. I promise." Her father looked stunned and a bit suspicious. "I heard tales of the Check army growing in numbers to our south. I don't know what they plan, but I think sending a scout or two would be wise. Maybe strengthen our own defenses, papa?" "I heard tales of the Check army growing in numbers to our south. I don't know what they plan, but I think sending a scout or two would be wise. Maybe strengthen our own defenses, papa?" This was the first Stephen heard as he was walking into the room, the princess was the first thing she saw, she certainly looked beautiful, also the "papa" rang in her mind, maybe it was a way of appear sweeter to him and getting what she wanted... it was odd that what she wanted was to protect the kingdom, and efficiently for all that mattered." If I may ding, those aren't tales" he purposefully avoided telling her that she was right, even if she knew it he wouldn't freely praise her." They Check have been restless lately, I'm awaiting news from my own scouts, we should be hearing from them soon. I do think that reinforcing the defenses would be a smart thing to do, before they set sights on an easy objective." he paused briefly as he remembered to whom he was talking too, the man that wanted peace." It would surely dissuade them and that way unnecessary battle could be avoided." Natalia wasn't expecting to the Prince to come so quickly. She surely thought it would be another moment or two for her and her father to discuss things. She hated how he interrupted her conversation and she barely hid the anger in her eyes. Yes, she had planned to be smarted than him, but not with tales of war especially with her kingdom. She noticed her father did nod at Stephen and even seemed to consider his words more than when she had said it moments before. She stared at her father incredulous that he would take Stephen's words over hers more seriously. Furthermore, she knew she had her flaws and that her father often thought of her as his baby, but to take this imposter's words over his own daughter. Furthermore, she had proven herself a great tactician. She sighed and excused herself from the table. "I will be in the gardens." She walked with dignity and grace she had been bred with. She went into the gardens and whistled 3 times. Furthermore, she heard an answering whistle and after a few moments she moved to the far corner in the gardens. Furthermore, she looked around before a hand appeared at the wall, then an arm, then a head. Finally, a man came over the wall." Jorge," Natalia hugged him and whispered into his ear. "Go find out what the chaos want. Be quiet and don't let them see you." She pulled back, he nodded, she kissed his cheek and he was gone. She turned smiling knowing she would get the intel she needed. The king appreciated his advice, even if it was more or less the same that his daughter had presented, that explained why she was notably upset. When she excused herself for the garden he let her go, he couldn't be following her around wherever her whim pleased, and besides she would be forced to spend more time with him soon. So for now he was content with discussing defense strategies with the king, even if Stephen would much rather strike at the Chief and have their menace be done, it wouldn't take a single strike to eliminate them, but it would severely weaken any attempt to attack Azure. Against his will Stephen found himself gazing towards the garden sometimes, curious as if the princess would return, when he caught himself doing that he shook his head hard. Natalia stayed out in the garden. She walked over to her favorite birch tree and sat underneath it while enjoying the sounds of the surrounding life. The sounds of the birds chirping and bugs milling about was something she enjoyed. That and she could come out here and think. Usually she would think about what she would do with her kingdom, how to make it prosper, or if they were really annoying; which tactic to make a guy decide she wasn't the one for him. Of course thinking like that led her to think of Stephen. None of her tactics were working and though last night she had planned to use her intimidating brain she found she was hiding from him instead. She remembered his words as if they were seared into her brain and she couldn't help the heat that spread through her body. She shook herself of the horrid thoughts and sighed deeply. She turned at the sound of steps to see her Maid Mariann approaching. Furthermore, she was more like a mother having raised her than a servant. "You are a silly little girl. That man in there is fine and has to be either stubborn to put up with what you did last night. If I was there I would have boxed your ears. You're a lady. You will start acting right or so help me I will swat your behind. Now give that man a chance." Having spoken her piece Mariann turned on her heels and left Natalia alone." But I don't like him. He's rude and mean and wants to rule my home without me. He wants my inheritance not me." Natalia spoke out loud to no one. Her objections falling on absent ears. She sighed again not wanting to admit defeat. She had 6 days left to make this man hate her and that meant 6 days of planning and scheming. Furthermore, she wasn't giving up hope yet. Natalia returned to her home shocked to find her father and Stephen still talking. She listened for a bit finding some things she wanted to say, but biting her tongue. Her father noticed her first and waited for her to interject with her own thoughts. When she stayed quiet he frowned. Natalia just shook her head and headed towards her room. Stephen was slightly amused at her silence, he wondered why she kept quiet, he was starting to suspect it wasn't because she didn't want to, maybe she just didn't want to participate in a conversation he was a part of. He wasn't going to let her have her way, at least not so easily"Princess" he interrupted her as she was starting to leave "if you don't mind, could you share your opinion on how to deal with the conflict in the north?... the two countries that just recently declared war at one another. I'm sure you will have some interesting insight your father and me might have passed up"He didn't know if that was enough to break her silence so he added." My brother even said it could start an issue similar to the "Battle of Two Doves", I don't think he is right though"That had to be enough, he wanted to hear more of her thoughts, he was willing to concede he could possibly be wrong at insulting her intelligence, but only if she proved it to him. So with a smile, he awaited her answer. Natalia sighed when she heard his voice. She rolled her eyes up to the heavens and prayed he wouldn't say something that would make her lose her cool in front of her father. Natalia slowly turned to the two men and arched an eyebrow questioning. At first, she wasn't sure if he was joking with her. Did he really want her input? Didn't he say last night that he thought she was what everyone saw on the outside? Natalia pressed her lips together forming a tight line as she pondered all the possibilities. Maybe it was a trap. Maybe he was pretending to care. Or maybe he was proving that she really didn't know the diplomatic ways. As she thought on what she was truly going to do he had to mention her favorite history battle of all time." Similar, maybe. I would visit with the country myself. I would sit down with their King and discuss the sightings without any games or falsehood. Furthermore, I would also let the King know that my country is just as willing to make peace as war." Natalia went to the table as she talked, her eyes alight with what she would truly do. "I would bring the symbol of peace: the doves with me to show I mean my words. But if the King is unwilling or hesitate, because he has already made decisions to dethrone me I would," Natalia blushed knowing this is where the Battle of Two doves and her own motives differed." Kill the doves. Me, myself. Not my guards, but me. Get my hands bloody. I would look the King in the eye and tell them they have 72 hours to come to my homeland with talks of peace. That gives him exactly 24 hours to make a final decision before following me back to my Kingdom. If he's not there I would strengthen my defenses and start making plans of attacking." Natalia stopped and waiting for the men to start digging into her argument of etiquette or critique her thoughts. Stephen listened intently, she hadn't just blurted out something, she had pondered and answered with something well-thought-out, not only that, she was even waiting for a response to build upon her idea... it seemed that he was wrong in thinking that she was just a spoiled brat, there was a mind inside her pretty head. Her idea appealed to him, it would allow them some insight in how the other kingdom was prepared and ran. A lot could be told of a place just by visiting, even if it was from a not so friendly kingdom." I like the idea, but I think defenses should always be prepared. Peace can only be kept through vigilance, wouldn't you agree king?" Even if he addressed the king, his eyes were still on Natalia, trying to understand her thought process, as well as her opinion. Natalia waited and stared at her father who tilted his head weighing her words considerably. He knew she had touches of this genius, but he has seen her throw too many temper tantrums not to trust she wouldn't do it as Queen. Even with that information what she had just said appealed to him. Natalia turned to Stephen and slowly nodded. "Yes, but we wouldn't want the other Kingdom to think that we are preparing for war while saying we want peace. On the other hands we could slowly move a few soldiers nearby just in case. Not at our borders, but nearby so if the scouts from up North reported that everything is the same on our land, but soldiers are within calling distance it wouldn't seem like we are already backstabbing them or whatever the slang word is." Natalia hadn't realized she had cut off her father from answering the question as she went back and forth with Stephen. "Also having soldiers on the move helps to keep them alert, while they need training their perception abilities decrease if they stay in one place for too long"Then he realized what neither of them had, not only had the king been cut off, for the first time they were having a conversation without being at each other throat. He hesitated briefly, but rather than giving the word to the king, he risked things even further." In fact, if the princess was to go instead of the king talks of peace would seem even more appropriate, and with her fiancé with the excuse of keeping her safe it would at least be two sets of eyes to look around." Then he quieted himself, wondering which of the two would be the first to call the idea insane. He thought it was a decent idea, but one with many cons as well, so he had mostly said it to see their reaction. "No," Natalia said at the same time her father said, "Yes." Natalia stared at her father and narrowed her eyes before slowly turning to Stephen. She hadn't forgotten what he said and still had plans of making this man decide he dies not want her." What about the wedding. I only have 6 more days to plan. It's takes 3 days to get there before the deadline. I have a wedding to plan." Natalia looked at both men before her father started laughing. He laughed so hard tears came to his eyes and he began pounding on the table much to Natalia's anger." Daughter mine the wedding is already planned along with your dress." Natalia made to open her mouth, "It's your mother's dress." Natalia closed her eyes. She would be honored to wear her mother's dress. "So that gives you 3 days to get there and either spend the night there or a few hours before you return home to have you wedding. It's perfect for the two of you to already start acting like the contract of this country." Natalia growled and pushed her chair roughly from the table. "FINE!" She stormed up the stairs talking loudly about men always ordering her about and she doesn't get to do nothing on her own. She slammed her door and looked at her wardrobe before she opened her door and screamed for Mariann who ran to help her Highness pack. He certainly hadn't expected the king to say yes, but it was a good way to solidify his position, and to really see what Natalia was about, she wouldn't play games when the kingdom was at stake. Once she left the room, Stephen and the king arranged the movements of the troops within the country. After all Stephen had just showed up the night before, here was more than ready to travel again, much unlike the princess. Some orders were also issued to get their transport, a carriage that would look non-threatening, and as well would give the couple some privacy was produced. The king gave Stephen some warnings about the princess, and soon enough everything was ready for them, and as soon as Natalia came out of the castle, they would depart towards the north. Natalia packed everything she could think of. She announced she was ready and 6 men each carrying a bag in their hands descended the stairs after her. The carriage was big enough to accommodate most of her bags and the others had to be strapped down on top. She expected another carriage that would be housing her maid and some other chaperones." Good Lord, Daughter mine, do you need so many bags?"" Father, it is a 3-day trip. Plus I can't go dress in soiled rags. I would have to look the part of Queen; which is why you are sending me up there are you not?" Her father nodded conceding to his little girl. She turned when she saw Stephen and rolled her eyes in anger. "Father, where is the other carriage? The carriage that would house my maids and others that are to come with us?" Natalia glanced at Stephen not wanting to be alone with just him and the driver. It would be silly to think Stephen wouldn't just kidnap her or worse kill her. Stephen stepped in, being daring considering her father could still intervene, so he figured he had to remain civil." Princess, I think you will agree that it would be improper to show up with your own group of servants to where we'll be staying, they may take offense of it, even think it's a parade of wealth..." He bit his tongue successfully avoiding comments as of the amount of clothes she was taking "...and we wouldn't want to give a possible enemy the idea of how powerful Azure, really is done we?" In true, he didn't really care about taking another carriage, even if he would prefer the princess to have no choice of entertainment other than himself, still it was another thing that would show her she wasn't going to get away with everything she wanted anymore. Still he would have to allow it if the king stepped in for her, and they both knew that. The King smiled and Natalia glared. She kept opening her mouth, but Stephen kept talking until she felt that she might concede. She hated that. "I do not want them to think I'm parading my wealth or know how powerful I am. I also do not want to show up improper, but...!" Natalia gave a deep sigh and went to her bags. She stared at each one and finally cut the bags in half. They would be sleeping in the carriage and only stop for brief rests and to use the restroom. It was going to be horrid, but a necessary torridness." I am now ready and with less." Natalia turned to see her father smirking and she didn't like it. "What?" Her father shook his head. Natalia huffed and got in the carriage with the help of the driver leaving Stephen to catch up." Driver if that man isn't in the carriage in 30 seconds leave him." The driver looked back at Natalia nervously before looking at Stephen. As Stephen got in the carriage facing Natalia she took in a deep breath of air. The driver couldn't hear her, and she had the shades pulled down from the only two windows, one of each side of the carriage, to block out the sun." Here are the rules my betrothed. 1. Do not speak to me unless spoken to. I remember your horrible words and will not forget them. 2. Do not touch me unless it is absolutely necessary. 3. You stay there and I'll stay here. 4. I reserve the right to add more as necessary if you are deemed unable to have common sense." Natalia tilted her head up slightly and got more comfortable as the carriage started to move on the long journey. Stephen paid her description of her rules very close attention, she had quickly reverted to the spoiled child he had met when he first arrived, he had a new respect for her mind, and he was certainly attracted to her beauty, but this didn't blind him to her need to be put in place. So he plainly answered "I will speak to you when I feel the need, if what you have to answer to me are childish games don't worry I won't have much to say to you." He stretched himself on the seat "I'll stay here because it's more comfortable, and I reserve the right to answer and disregard any of your other silly rules." He closed his eyes "As far as not touching you, I can be patient... our wedding is soon Natalia" Natalia raised her chin defiantly. "Childish games is not what this is about. You abused me in the garden, and I donot expect that being alone for 3 days will make you act any differently. If we do not talk that is just as fine." Natalia jerked forward a bit as the carriage moved. She quickly caught herself before landing on Stephen. She sat primly and properly before raising the shades a bit as she watched the scenery pass by ... and by ... and by. This was boring! She couldn't help her mind from thinking of his last words to her; about their wedding day. The carriage hit a bump, and she yelped before catching herself and glaring through the ceiling at the driver. She rolled her eyes and went back to the window more than bored. Could this trip get any freaking worse? "You have no idea what abuse is, you are nothing more than a childish brat Natalia"He wanted her to know, that while she was a princess he didn't see her as someone worth of respect, not with those attitudes at least, he secretly wondered if her altitude would change when negotiating with a potential enemy or if she would just try to get her way by acting... well like this. As she nearly fell he laughed, even if had to brace himself, it had been fun to see her out of composure by something other than himself. He stood up and took a seat besides her, breaking one of her silly rules." Want to take my hand?" he said breaking another two as he placed his hand touching hers. "It will help your balance" Natalia huffed at his comment of her. Yes, she knew she was a brat, but childish. She'll show him childish if he keeps calling her names. She hated that he laughed at her and she had embarrassed herself. Furthermore, she felt her cheeks stinging with red, and she stared at the window. Furthermore, she could feel him getting up to sit beside her, and she refused to look his way. That was until he took her hand. She turned her head sharply and stared at him." You can't even follow simple rules and yet you wish to rule my Kingdom. Is it any wonder YOUR father rather hold on to his kingdom for a few more years than let you ruin it." She snatched her hand away scooted closer to the wall and stared out the window. She had thinking to do. Furthermore, she wanted to come across friendly, but firm with a touch of flirtatiousness to put the King at ease. A light shined making Natalia sit up straighter. She pounded on the ceiling to get the driver to stop. "I have use of the treeline." She got out of the carriage and ran towards where she had seen the light. She turned back seeing if she was being followed before giving 3 whistles. Furthermore, she heard an answering whistle and Jorge walked from behind a tree. As usual Natalia ran to him hugging him fiercely. "What news do you bring?"" Tales of peace are little. It seems the King is bloodthirsty." Natalia slumped a bit. She was afraid of that. She started to pace. "Hmm, well we must still try. Keep your ears open, and I'll send word of my next plan. Make sure our men are ready to move." Natalia kept pacing as she thought of other countermeasures. "Oh, I can follow simple rules "princess" I can also break them. The ones I keep are the ones I count or depend on, and they certainly aren't ones that are mere complicated ways to express a tantrum"Her need to use the treeline, as she had put it was a bit strange. She first seemed to have something call out to her attention, and only then she wanted to stop. Still Stephen couldn't follow her, it wasn't the brat trying to escape that was doing this, this was the Natalia he had some slight shade of respect for. So he would have to wait until she came back, which he was sure she would to see where to take things from there. In the time she was out he returned to his original seat, and focused his eyes on the direction she had gone, taking caution that he wouldn't be seen by when she came back. Something strange was going on. Natalia glanced back at Jorge and decided that was enough. She nodded, but he walked to her and wrapped her in his arms. She returned the hug and kissed his cheeks with questions in her eyes. "He'll do you good. I've heard things about him." Natalia rolled her eyes and turned around with Jorge making jokes in her wake. She returned to the carriage and damn that Jorge if he didn't know he had piqued her curiosity. Natalia glanced at Stephen and sighed. "I guess I'll try not to be annoyed at your presence if you try not to make yourself annoying. Mishaps dear sir we can get to know each other. I have no other siblings and my mother died when I was young. I love the color aqua. Not blue, not green, but a blue-green aqua. Crumpets are my favorite food so divine, and if you ruin my kingdom I'll gut you in your sleep." Natalia smiled and waited for him to speak on his family, his favorite color, and favorite food. Maybe they might just be able to get to know each other and learn more about each other. "Oh and I'm not a blushing virgin either. I've kissed a man before. With," this time she did blush. "Tongue." She wasn't sure what point she was trying to make, but she had already spoken the words. "I'll admit I have had an urge to annoy you at times, mostly because you seemed to be looking for excuses to be annoyed at me, so I thought I would make it easier... if we are going to be civil with each other I think we can make this work." He decided to just be honest with her, she was trying... it was weirder than her trip to the woods had been so inspirational, but he would deal with that later... maybe it was the brief moment alone that made her try." I have noticed that you are a smart woman, and I respect that. That being said my favorite color is silver" he smiled and just as she did he added "not gray, not faded black just silver, as for food I like a well seasoned deer... as far as ruining..." he paused briefly he didn't want to annoy her this time so he avoided saying "my", or "our" kingdom... still he couldn't bring himself to say "yours" so he simply said "Azure... I would much rather die than have that happen so I consider your arrangement satisfactory." The bit of the blushing virgin surprised him greatly, and for a brief second he feared she wasn't a virgin at all. Then he smiled at her and pondered what to say." Well I'm not shy... but I supposed you have already guessed that much, may I inquire what you thought of your... "experience"?" Natalia scoffed at his comment on her looking for excuses. She wasn't... not really....okay maybe. She stared at him trying to see if he was jesting when he called her smart. Furthermore, she didn't think he thought that highly of her and looked down blushing. It was nice that someone else could see inside her when they usually saw the tantrum brat. "Silver. Got it," she laughed. He made sure it was point, and it was probably a sore point like with her. People usually got her green or blue thinking this was her favorite when that was not the case. She did notice he didn't say her kingdom, but he didn't say his again either. That was at least a step in the right direction in her opinion. She would take that and not nick pick at it. She held her chin up as he thought on her words and she could only burst out with a small laughter at his next words. "No, you are not shy at all." She sat back and thought of the whole ordeal. It wasn't great. The kiss was sloppy, wet, and gloppy. She didn't like it and couldn't understand why the maids blushed and talked about kissing all the time. Since he was being honest Natalia decided to do so as well. "I didn't like it. It was so wet and gross. I do not like kissing. If all ..." She glanced around, but for what was the question. Mishaps it was out of habit when discussing intimate details of the love life. "...bedroom activities are like that. I fear I would not like them one bit. You would have to take a mistress." He smiled at her laugh, it was the first time he had seen a sincere laugh because of him since he first laid eyes on her, he decided he enjoyed her laughter. If things could be worked out between them, it would be nice. His eyes widened in shock at her suggestion of him to get a mistress, it was different when she had said such things in anger, now she seemed honest, like she really thought the "bedroom activities" would be displeasurable for her." I think you need to be kissed properly, we are just barely starting to talk without starting a fight, so it's not the right time, but I will kiss you sometime, and I'll show you it can be nice." He decided, even if unsure, to press even harder "May I ask who was lucky enough to kiss you Natalia... I mean princess" Natalia wanted to huff. She was kissed properly and it royally sucked. She did calm down a bit when he mentioned this was the first time they were being civil. It might have something to do with the fact she wasn't trying to drive him away. At this point it wasn't even worth it. She straightened her back and stared down at Stephen with all the royalty power she could muster." Prince Stephen you will not kiss me. I do not wish to be shown any more of the male mating rituals." She was all set to get angry, but he asked a simple question and he even corrected himself. Well if he was going to be cordial about it, she could be as well." It was a passing fancy with a Duke. I won't tell you which, but he was 20 years my senior and very experienced as he had children and his wife had just passed away. I thought to be wed and let the man lay lips on mine. He thrust his tongue into my mouth and his mouth surrounded mine. It was wet and sloppy, and I do not like it sir." Natalia was confused on why Stephen didn't jump for joy that his soon-to-be wife was encouraging him to take another lover. Isn't that what happens anyway? Wouldn't he want another in his bed eventually? He laughed softly "They are not male mating rituals, they are displays of affection. I won't add pressure as it would only add strain to our interactions, but I will tell you that what you described isn't how a kiss is supposed to be. Affection is not displayed by shoving one's tongue into another's throat, nor by attempting to swallow your mouth and drooling all over it." Stephen knew he should thread more carefully if he didn't want to annoy her, or make her think he thought of her as foolish when he only thought it was inexperience that caused such things." Please don't think I'm talking ill of you Princess, but I'm certain that the Duke wasn't truly appreciative of your kiss, and was simply seeking his enjoyment." His face approached hers slowly, his eyes looking deep into hers." If I were to kiss you, I would start slow, my lips barely touching yours, feeling how soft they are as I gradually increase the pressure to feel more of them, and only then as I feel them completely I would open my mouth and dare to taste you, extending my tongue slightly, to find the softness of yours and caress it." Natalia blushed and looked down. She knew women enjoyed it too, but she couldn't fathom why or how. It was all so disgusting. Maybe she shouldn't have said male mating rituals, but that's all it was to her. She blinked at him when he said she was kissed wrong. The Duke had been married and with children. Surely, the man knew how to kiss. He had to have done it every day, right? Natalia blinked. She was more curious, and she realized how much of a brat she had been for him to be so honest and to think she would throw a tantrum. She smiled and shook her head no. Even as she began to get mad at the Duke for getting his own enjoyment and not thinking of the proper way to do it. Natalia blinked as Stephen was suddenly very, very close. She heard his words and her heart fluttered, causing her stomach to twist and turn. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his. Furthermore, she pulled back and frowned. "That was better. I guess it was fine. No worse than if I kissed my father's cheek. I have been kissed, sir and I thank you for it." Natalia turned back to her thoughts. Between the two kisses she had experienced Stephen's was obviously the better of the two. She didn't feel any desire or heat though she did like how soft his lips were on hers. Maybe she just didn't like kissing. Maybe kissing just wasn't her thing. He kissed her briefly, too briefly, and certainly not enough to make her experience the passion that could come from it. At least it was a step in the right direction." No need to thank me, it was a brief simple kiss, it's at least enough to show you that you deserve better than Duke PHA..." he bit his tongue "I'm sorry you didn't want to reveal his name""In any case as far as our kiss went, I'm glad you didn't find it disgusting." He paused for a few seconds before deciding it was best if they kept talking." So, what is your plan for when we get there?" Natalia gasped clasping her hands into her face as she blushed fiercely, before bursting forth with laughter. "Sir, you knew?" Of course, he knew. She gave away enough information, but she just didn't like he would have known. She smiled and looked out the window still laughing and embarrassed about it all. Now that he knew exactly how OLD the man was it just seemed silly. A silly girl's infatuation with a station that was beneath her and with a charming old man. "No not disgusting at all... surprisingly." She didn't mean it as an insult. She truly was surprise a kiss could be nice." Well, I plan on meeting and chatting. I would like to get the frivolities out of the way and ask him bluntly what his plans are and let him know we are not to be stepped on. We support peace, but we are not above forcefully making sure we have peace." Natalia realized she hadn't exactly answered his question. "I mean I plan on going in for a late midday meal. We will talk about the frivolities. Afterward, I would suggest a meeting in one of his meeting rooms. Then I will tell him to watch his back." Natalia's eyes shone brightly with the coming event." Did you have a plan?" "Not exactly a plan, at least not in the same way yours goes, you have a good idea in regard to how to do the negotiation" he placed his hand over hers, this time it wasn't to steal a touch or to annoy her, it was to assure her that he thought she had done well, and he hoped she understood it that way." What worries me, is what I came here for, getting us... or actually you safely out of the kingdom once the negotiation is done. I fear the king might try something underhanded..." He paused for a second, thinking,"Maybe I worry too much, but it's better to be safe, so I will let you know when I come up with an escape plan that I hope won't be necessary." Natalia smiled gently at Stephen. She gingerly moved her hand from under his and sat back holding herself. "I do not need a bodyguard sir. I can handle myself." Actually, she had no skills in weaponry, but she didn't like this man thinking he could control her. No one controlled her. "I know he will try something underhanded. I just have to wait for what it is and beat him to the punch. I am not afraid." Natalia tilted up her chin in defiance. "If it's an escape plan for the both of us than think away. I will not stop you from doing that. I shall think of one too. Are you any good with weaponry and what kind?" "I'm not offering myself as a bodyguard, I'm just saying that if you focus your thoughts on the negotiation, I will focus on us getting back safely." He looked into her eyes, to show her that he wasn't backing down." I know you are not afraid... as far as me I'm trained in the use of several different weapons, yet if capture was attempted inside the castle, not even the greatest swordsman could prevent us getting caught. What I mean with an escape plan requires the use of subterfuge, not brute force... some could be needed, but I would much rather keep that to a minimum." He paused briefly before asking "are you familiar with any sort of weapon? Other than that sharp tongue of yours that is..." he realizes she could be easily be offended by that so he added "it's not an insult... it might even be a compliment, I just mean that you easily speak your mind without holding back." "Oh." Natalia blushed in embarrassment. "I apologize. I didn't realize ... Yes, that could work. I'll focus on the politics, and you'll focus on the strategy." Natalia nodded thinking about it. She didn't know weaponry, but she knew and could usually read people. Often she didn't care or try to only when she knew it would be to her advantage. Except for Stephen. He was an enigma to her, and she wasn't sure why. She hadn't thought about that until now. She blinked and was ready to tell him what he could do with a pointy object and his behind, but he spoke before she could. Furthermore, she thought on his words for a bit before she nodded her approval. "I'll take it as a compliment. No, I do not know any weaponry though when I'm unescorted, no offense to yourself, I usually take a small blade and have it hidden on my person. I know to push the pointy end at them and not at myself." She laughed at her own little joke. She turned to the window and glanced back at Stephen tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "Thank you. Not many would appreciate a woman who speaks her mind. I would like to ask that when we get there that we act like we are good friends and not enemies. I do not want the King to suspect we have a weakness. Furthermore, I want a strong font. Furthermore, I'll support you if you'll support me." "I don't appreciate most people speaking their mind, but that is because most people don't have anything important to say, you have proven to me that sometimes... at least when you are not focused on attacking me interesting things come out, that one would be a fool to simply disregard." He paused briefly thinking "Yes, we should be united, I will let you speak as I said, and I will do my best to not antagonize what you say unless it's strictly necessary, I only expect the same from you... also and out of strict curiosity... could I see your blade? I'm sure that you took it with you the moment you heard you were travelling alone with me." Natalia wasn't sure if he was giving her a complete compliment so she just smiled. It was true she had been attacking him. She didn't want this marriage and certainly didn't want it thrust upon her. She wanted to smile at the 'not attacking me interesting things come out' bit, but she instead managed to keep her face neutral. He was quite astute. How interesting." I'm glad you agree. Oh, of course." Natalia blushed slightly as she raised her gown higher and higher. Her blush deepened when she realized she had to raise it even higher to get to the blade that was strapped to her thigh. She slowly unsheathe the thing careful not to rip her dress. She handed the blade, handle first, to him." The handle is made from ivory and the blade was supposed to be the best steel. If you look at the handle there is a small design of some sort that looked like a green vine and if you look even closer at the blade that design carries onto the blade. The knife isn't very large just big enough for my hand, and I'm sure it feels tiny in your palms, but notice how it's not that heavy at all. Just enough weight to remind you it's there." It was a blade that Natalia had designed, and she wanted his opinion before she said who the creator (or well the thought creator) was. He was glad she agreed to show him the blade, it meant that at least she didn't expect him to attack her. He stared as Natalia raised her gown, he hadn't expected to see that much of her yet, and he had been wondering if a bad would be needed for that. He took the blade, it was very light, and uncomfortable in his hand." The lack of weight is probably good, it means only you can wield it comfortably, and I wouldn't have guessed where it was"He cut his finger with the tip on purpose making it bleed "It's also very sharp that's good, you want to do the most damage fast and then retreat." He sucked on his finger and he looked at her legs again." I just wonder if it's needed, how quickly can you retrieve it?" Natalia nodded. "I had it costumed so that no one would try to steal it. It's beautiful, but to accurately wield it is has to be comfortable, and it's only in my palms that it is, yes?" Natalia watched him cut his finger, and she gasped in surprise. "What are you-?" She blinked and nodded his head at his words. "Uh, yes. I don't use it too much, but I know to oil and sharpen it if it ever does." She blushed as she caught where his eyes traveled. "Well I figured if I truly needed it I'll be standing which would be easier to get to the blade than sitting in these confines. Or I'll be on my back which would also be easier and a surprise to use. Other than that I have nowhere else to hide it." Natalia smiled like a conspirator. "What about you? Any hidden weapons?" He nodded in approval at her logic on how to retrieve the blade, and also smiled at her blushing." Not exactly hidden, maybe hidden in plain sight." He reached down and palmed his baldric down to the decorative blade that was golden and studded." As you know, these kinds of weapons are just for decoration and useless in battle... I decided that if I was going to carry a weapon it might as well be useful for something." He took it out, it was thinner than the scabbard it was in, but just as long as a regular sword, and handed it to her." I never travel without it. Careful it's as sharp as yours."" As far as other weapons... I'll tell you if you guess" "Oh," Natalia claimed as she watched Stephen go for a blade. She smiled at his logic and looked the sword like blade over. It was pretty and deadly. "This is good. They'll think your weapon is decoration when we both know it is much more. Could be very useful if things go bad." Natalia handed him back his weapon. "Other weapons," Natalia pondered, but couldn't come up with anything. She smiled, and the wagon slowly came to a stop. She peeked her head out the window and the driver explained they should camp for the night. It had grown dark so fast. The driver got off the carriage to start building a tent and to water the horses. Natalia stayed beside the carriage and just watched the sky get darker and darker. He carefully slid the sword back into the seat and smiled at her." Well you didn't guess, with some luck you won't need to know about them." He went outside with her, her disposition while perhaps not friendly yet was very different from the one he had dealt with in the garden, she hadn't said anything if she had he would probably act different so he offered:"Have the carriage for yourself if you want, and I'll use a tent"Then he started to walk before stopping for a second "I plan to take a small walk, I would appreciate if you join me" and not stopping for an answer he resumed his steps.

Spoiled Little Princes|rating:3.0

The Future is Now (Magikal and Ashen Phoenix)

She awoke from a dream in a strange room, she sat up. The lights in the room automatically increased their illumination. She looked around the room in a daze, not recognizing anything. She felt a strange pressure on her chest and looked down, she had what looked like the world's most perfect breasts. Furthermore, she didn't remember having them though and it was a weird sensation. Furthermore, she was in a large bed but was thankfully alone. She stood up and realized she was completely nude. Climbing out of the bed she walked near one of the walls, hoping to find a window. The floor was cold to the touch and felt like polished metal. The recessed lights slowly increased their illumination as she walked closer to the walls, a line appeared, and a closet door swung out of the wall. There were 20 or 30 different outfits, all with different themes. She looked at herself in the mirror, hoping to jog her memory. Her face was stunning. She had full lips, large expressive eyes, and hair that fell into place perfectly. She was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. She saw a light blinking near the door and walked over to the entry. Furthermore, she noticed with the chill air her nipples had stiffened and almost were uncomfortable to the touch." Who am I. And what am I doing here?" she wondered aloud, her voice sounded melodic like an angel's might.(lights on the console blinked indicating the subject was awake. He pressed a few buttons and 3D image of the room came up. He watched the beauty move around to room exploring. Once he was certain she was stable on her feet he pressed another button, illuminating the way to the closet and opening up for her to choose some clothes. He put the ship on autopilot and walked down to sick bay. At the door, he pressed a few buttons on the panel beside the door, unlocking it and opening it. He walked in and watched her as she stood looking at the clothing items. He lightly coughed, trying to gain her attention. Once he had it he said "I am Dr. Sherman." Though this beautiful woman was standing naked before him, he acted as if she were dressed in plain clothes. Everything in him wanted to take her, but he resisted." In this closet," he gestured, "is everything you need to get dressed. The drawers to the left are an assortment of bras and the drawers to the right are panties. The drawers straight back are a miscellaneous item such as corsets, stockings, etc. Why don't you get dressed, and we can talk." He gave her time to dress, and he materialized two chairs and a desk." Do you remember anything of what happened? It would not surprise me, the damage was quite significant and the surgeries extensive. What can you remember?"-------------------------She didn't remember anything, she suddenly felt vulnerable standing naked in front of this man. "I. Uhm, what happened? Where am I? Was I involved in some sort of accident? Is this. A recovery room?" She walked towards the clothes, "Can you. Give me a moment of privacy to get dressed?" After the doctor turned around she quickly put on some underwear and covered herself up, picking the least revealing thing. She had a headache and her entire body was still sore and tingling. She was afraid about not knowing what was going on- who she was, how she got here, she had a lot of unanswered questions.---------------------------- ("You may also step into the closet for more privacy if you wish. He politely turned and went to the computer to materialize the chairs and desk." I suppose you have a lot of questions and unfortunately, I only have limited answers. I will tell you what I know. Furthermore, I found you at a crash site, your ship had sent a distress signal and I followed it. When I arrived, you were the only one I could detect, though I knew there were, at least at one point, more passengers on board. When I rescued you, I brought you here to my sick bay. You were in bad shape, almost your entire body had suffered severe burns and you had multiple breaks. I had several hours of surgery and genetic altering in hopes to speed up your recovery. I think the results turned out well." For the most part that was true. She had been in a crash, and she had been injured, but not to the extent that he had described. He took her from the crash and left the others to fend for themselves. In addition to the surgeries he had done a simple mind wipe as well." I was unsure of what you looked like, so I altered your genes to be able to change your appearance. It may take you some time to master, but you just imagine your body changing and it will. But it takes a great deal of concentration." She couldn't believe it, "Wait. What year is this? This. Is really happening? Why. What sort of doctor are you? Why is. I get a migraine when I try to remember what happened to me. Like it's. Like the memories are just gone." She frowned, "Can you. Get my DNA and figure out my name and appearance from the DNA. To return me from wherever I came from? They are. Probably worried sick about me."" Why don't I have any normal clothes to wear. Where is everything so sexual?" She was clearly upset and worked up about her situation, she wanted answers." What are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere?" He looked at her for a moment trying to assess and find a way to answer her questions. "Well the date may be different depending on the calendar you use but for my world it is the 21st day of the 7th month of the year 2438. But I don't know or think that helps you. As for determining where you come from, I can run you DNA, and it will tell me your species. I can run a few additional tests again if you want to see what outside elements make up your body composition like what you eat and the air you've breathed. But the tests came back that inconclusive. You grew up on several ships and traveled all over the quadrant. Your species is human but more than that is impossible to tell. As for the clothing, they are replications of the clothing you were wearing and that was lying around the crash site." He had mixed in truth with fiction on the information he had given her. The date was accurate along with the fact that different worlds had different dates. She was human, and she had grown up on a ship, but the markers showed she had grown up on Galvanic ships, limiting the planets she was from. The clothes, though true that they were worn by most humans was quite revealing." As for your final question, space is vast with a lot of emptiness between planets. Though we are not totally in the middle of nowhere we are between planets. We are heading to Moira two now. We should be there in two days." He looked her over as if assessing her worth. "I don't mind trying to find your people, but you're going to pull your weight in the meantime. I can think of several things around the ship you can help with. Also, I can't just focus on trying to find your people. I have jobs to do. Besides being a doctor I am a transporter and I need to pay the bills. Do you think you're up for the tasks?" She listened as he talked, still a bit shell shocked at not being able to remember what happened to her. "I see. Thanks, that's interesting." She closes her eyes and concentrates on changing her hair color and then her chest size, seeing if she could make herself more buxom and blonder." Thank you for saving me. I will be an assistant on your ship and. Be able to do a lot of things that you'd like to help you out. I would imagine everything was automated but. There are still jobs for people to do?" She shrugged, she didn't know one way or the other, "What do you need me to do?" He watched her as she attempted to change her physical appearance. He thought he saw her hair shade lighten a touch and her breast swell slightly, but that could have been the light and a deeper breath for all he knew. He exhaled deeply at her offer. Furthermore, he wasn't expecting her to accept her situation so readily, but why wouldn't she. Furthermore, he was her world now. Furthermore, he probably could have gotten away with telling her he was her husband, and mentally kicked himself for not doing so." I could always use a hand cleaning up. And a women's touch in the kitchen would be appreciated. You are correct, a lot of things are automated. I will teach you think like how to run the loader and how to navigate the ship." He looked at her for a minute." We'll start with things slowly at first, I don't want to burden or overwhelm you your first day back on your feet. Why don't we go down to the kitchen and get some food? You have been recovering for several days, and though you have been fed, it was intravenously and just provided the nutrients your body needed to heal and stay alive. I bet you want to sink your teeth into something. Along the way, I'll give you the tour of the ship. Though the living areas aren't huge, the cargo area allows for large loads, with limited necessity for a crew. This means larger profits for me, well, us now." and rose to leave. She smiled, "Well, I can't remember what I used to do cleaning up. Or cooking. It's, all gone." She shrugged, "Although I still remember how to communicate. I don't know, that must be like some sort of miracle or something." She had picked out a lacy black bra and panty set, although continued looking for additional clothes. "I. Can I get a uniform like you have on? It. I know that underwear is not usually seen, Doctor." The adorable woman nodded and followed him, "Like I said, I will help out how I can." She was walking a few feet behind him, looking around at everything. True to her word she seemed to not know how to operate anything. She stopped after a minute of following him, "How do you know I can change my appearance? That. Seems like a strange thing to know." She closed her eyes and concentrated, both on changing her hair color first, to a burgundy color, followed by expanding her chest. She was just aiming to get a cup larger, she had no idea at all how to control it or what her limits were. Furthermore, she felt some tightness in her bra and thought her chest was possibly expanding-the doctor might be right! Furthermore, she was amazed and speechless. He watched, somewhat in surprise, as she was able to change her hair, and he was sure her breast size grew as well. The bra she had previously been wearing seemed to fit perfectly before now had her spilling out of it. The sight was quite arousing. He tried to adjust himself so she didn't notice the front of his pants. "I have some extra clothes in my quarters, but they will probably be falling off of you. But you are welcome to them nonetheless. I just ask you don't wear them if you are around anything that could catch the clothes and pull you in. We just healed you, there's no reason you should have to go through that again. But if it's any help, you do look good in what you have on." Truth was she looked amazing in the bra and panties. He wanted to take her right her and now but resisted the urges. He led her out of sickbay and down the corridor. "We'll stop at my quarters to get you the clothes, but I wish you'd reconsider. I think if you were to walk around in you native clothes it might help you remember where you came from." This was a complete lie, he just wanted to see her in the provocative clothing." This will also be your quarters, at least for now. There are limited quarters on the ship and since it is usually just me, I use them for storage. I was focused on your recovery and navigating the ship and never got to clear the extra space before you woke. We can clear one out for you if you want..." he paused trying to think of a way to word his next comment, "it gets pretty lonely out here in space and, not going to lie, I was hopeful we could continue to share. At least until we reunited you with your people." He had actually brought thing out of storage and filled the three other quarters to cause this problem. Setting off for the mess hall, he explained, "Your body was badly damaged in the crash and though you DNA does tell me a lot, I still had to guess at many of the physical details and I want you to be able to go back to the way you were once you return to your people." He didn't mention that it would conceal her identity more than help identify her. In the mess hall, they walked to the food replicators. "I prefer real cooked food but in a bind these will do. They're real simple to use, watch 'computer, Rib-eye steak, 6 ounces, baked potato with butter, small, broccoli and a side of mixed tropical fruit' and in a moment" and almost as if on cue, the food appeared." Most of the machines are like this one, you tell it what to do and it will do it. Maintenance and clean up are manual and navigation is manual as well. Do you know what you want, and we can sit, eat and talk about what's ahead." She smiled, "I don't mind the native clothes. I'll just wear some sort of top if you think it would help me remember. This. Watching me walk around naked doesn't make you uncomfortable at all?" She smiles, "We can certainly get to know each other and strike up a friendship. At least, I don't see any reason why we couldn't?"" Can these. Are there machines like these that can make clothes? That would solve the problem of not having something to wear that's appropriate." She looked over the food machines, "Oh wow. How. Does it reassemble the molecules somehow. Or what?" She smiles and nods, "I can certainly pull my weight. What do I way in space, practically nothing, right?" She laughed, "So, I see we have gravity right now. How do we stay fit while living with almost no gravity?" "Being a doctor, I've seen a lot of naked women and men. But that doesn't mean I don't find you attractive because I do. I just don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. I would walk around naked myself if I thought it would make you feel more comfortable." This was semi true, he had seen a lot of women naked but not because of being a doctor. When she asked about synthesizing new clothes he flinched. "Food is very simple, clothes are a lot more complex, and it takes more energy to make. The clothes I picked up on the last planet I visited while you were recovering. I can materialize items stored in the database but normal clothes, men's or women's aren't. I would have to try to design them through the computer."" Just like I was explaining with the clothes, there are about two hundred different foods stored in the database and I can ask for any combination but when it comes to new items, I can't. That's why I prefer eating real food that I pick up when I make stops on various worlds. The synthesized food just doesn't taste right." He laughed at her question about weight. "Depending on how you alter your body, you could weigh as little as 90 or 100 pounds, about 40-45 kg to pretty much as you might want. Ships have been equipped with artificial gravity drives for about 100 years. Before that ships had rotating sections using centrifugal force to create artificial gravity. The gravity here is 1.04 of Earth norm. It helps when I load things. I lower the gravity to .8 of EN to make the things feel lighter."" As for fitness, it all depends on what you want. If you are looking cardio, you can run around the ship. Weights are located on deck three. There is also a video screen to do workout vids as well." He also thought of cardio they could do between the sheets but was trying to bide his time with her as well. She frowned when he said it would be difficult, "Well, I can just see what you have. I mean, any kind of shirt would be fine. I'm just. Well, hanging out here and. Feel a little uncomfortable, to be honest." The woman who had no name smiled and nodded, "I see. The synthesizers still can't make good food. Can't make tasty food. I guess something's just can't be synthesized." She was curious about body alterations, "How. People just decide to change their size. Shape. Even augment their brains? What exactly is possible? Can you show me on some sort of screen? What do people do for currency or commerce. I'm sorry. It seems like I should know these things but. For some reason. I know how to talk. But, I can't remember anything at all except for waking up a few hours ago." Nameless smiled and nodded, "Can we get like a digital personal assistant. Like to give me advice on fitness. How best to get in shape. Or, even what my possible origin is. Or even my name. It's weird not having a name." Apologetically he looked at her, "The clothes I have I brought on board with me and as long as you maintain your current body shape they would be quite baggy on you. Though the clothes that are available to you will cover you well enough until we reach our next destination Paxton 2. And you really shouldn't worry so much, there is only you and me, and I've already seen you naked." He hoped that would alleviate her concerns but if not he could synthesize some clothes for her but have the clothes not turn out right. That was easy enough." About fifty years ago humans met a race capable of changing forms. They had done so through science, it wasn't a natural thing. After a twenty-five-year friendship they shared the ability with us. It took another ten years for us to perfect it. Now many humans have it encoded into their DNA. I put it in yours so one day when we find your people they could show you a picture, and you could change to match, if you so choose. You can't change your brain. It is encoded that way to prevent you from messing anything up. Your intelligence is what the Gods gave you, if you believe that sort of stuff. I'm not really a religious man myself."" Currency between humans is generally the world dollar or trade. With other planets it's pressed gold, platinum and platinum. But more often than not trade, the barter system is used in my line of work. Each planet has its own currency and more civilized planets do exchange between the, the worry of counterfeiting is prevalent."" I have a universal translator implanted, as do you, it was there before the crash, that allows us to understand each other. So we may actually be speaking two totally different languages. The implant also alters our minds so that the lips appear to be saying what our brain hears. The early implants didn't do that, and it drove most of the initial users crazy. They stopped implanting them for several years until they solved that problem. As for why you can speak but not remember, the brain is a curious thing. Speech is stored in a completely different part of the brain than memories. It is like an old computer, there was hardware and software. Speech seems to be hardware. No matter what you do, except removal, the item is still there. Software can be erased and replaced. Speech is hardware, memories software. We still don't know why."" Well, we can't call you any name. I like Eva, but that is a simple name. The computer has a list of names you could choose. Unfortunately when I rescued you, I worried about the ship exploding, and it appeared the computer was down at the time, so I was unable to retrieve yours." Surprised at her interest in working out, "I know a fair amount about working out, I could help you out if you want. What are you looking to do?" She looked incredulous, "So wait. If I want to become very tiny. I can shrink myself and lose weight? How. I would think if somehow my genes were able to alter my appearance. The mass could not change." The nameless woman closed her eyes and concentrated, on shrinking and being as small as she possibly could, even though she still had quite the womanly figure, she'd see what the limits of lowering her height and increasing her skinniness were. The nameless woman smiled and nodded, "I don't remember about my religious beliefs. It seems that it would be nice if there were some greater power looking over us though." She gasped when he talked about memories and speech, "Wouldn't slavery run rampant if you could get any person, change their appearance to whatever you like, then alter their memories and brains so they didn't know any better? This. Sounds like a very scary society we live in." She didn't understand the economics, if the matter converters could make precious metals, there wouldn't be scarcity. Without scarcity there would be no value. She went to the computer and asked it, "Computer. What are the ten most common female first names in the closest sector of space with human inhabitants?" She looked as the computer spitted out some names. "Computer. Show me ten images of the sexiest human females of the last 50 years." The nameless woman grinned, "Well, I'd want to get as fit as I could. Like a dancer's body. Strong but soft, yet curvy. Well toned. Athletic and in shape, yet still retain some femininity. Or even retain a lot of femininity if I can pick." She grinned, "I mean, why not be ultra, ridiculously sexy but still able to handle myself and kick butt, if I need to?" "You are right when you are talking mass, you can't completely gain or lose massive amounts of mass. But in your current conditions you can easily modify your body to the way you want. There is a catch. Just because you look fit doesn't mean you are. You will have to work out to actually be fit." He didn't completely understand the science behind it but of the people who had the procedure done that he knew, they had all been in good shape. Slavery was an interesting question that he hadn't expected, and he took a minute to answer, "In most sectors slavery as I think you are thinking is all but abolished. The closest we have is criminals of violent or excessive crimes serve their punishments as indentured servants. They benefit society, paying back the debt the incurred against man." The computer beeped a second after her request responding "The ten most common names are:"SaylaAzelynnInariKessimRavenLeelaAnarraJameelaPhindoraAbeehaFollowing her second request the computer displayed ten images of women, three brunettes, 2 with black hair, two blondes, two redheads, and one with blue and purple hair. Their height varied from just over five feet to the tallest a touch over six feet. The common factors for most of the women were the large breasts, long legs and hair and sexy curves." Does that help you? If you want to kick ass, you'll need to learn to fight. A fighter's body isn't the only thing. I could teach you, if you wanted." She looked through the names, "Hamm. I can't pick uhm." She said each name aloud, seeing which one she liked the best, after two minutes she smiled and said, "I like Andrea the best. How it rolls off the tongue."" I think I like the short ones. That has the largest breasts. I like the contrasts of short but very large. Oh, and her purple and blue hair. She. Her skin looks so perfect. I even like her bright blue eyes and plump lips. She looks. Mummy. Scrumptious." She watched the model move around, jumping, sparring, climbing. She looked real sexy and appealed to Andrea even though she didn't know why or what the reasoning was." Can you.set the computer to change my body into this one? How long will it take? Once we're done. You can teach me how to fight, so I can kick the ass I was mentioning." Sherman thought for a bit before answering her question, "It won't take long with your current figure. With practice, you yourself will be able to modify yourself to match the woman." He walked up to the console and punched a few buttons sending the data to the medical bay. "We have to go back to medical to do the procedure. Whenever you're ready. As for your training, let's give it a couple of days after so you can recoup, and we know everything is fine." He also decided to change the setting on her brain scan as well. He would try to access the part of her brain to lower her inhibitions and increase her natural state of arousal. Compared to wiping her brain, this was fairly easy." I figure the procedure will take about four hours, and you'll probably wake up hungry because of the metamorphosis to your body. It will be expending a lot of energy. Though it did do the same the first time I did the procedure, you had several days to recover after." She looked at Sherman, "Should I just practice it. And, not do the metamorphosis?" Anarra walked with Sherman to the sick bay, "Let me see what the changes are going to be." She looks at the data on the screens. She looked at the screen, "Would it. Be easier to just practice myself. Can I do changes that are that dramatic?" She didn't climb into the machine quite yet, although she was thinking about it. She was still a bit untrusting as she did not know Sherman very well at all. Anarra grinned, "Oh, do you like me 2.0?" She pointed to the screen and looked at Sherman for his reaction. "It will take a long time Andrea, to be able to transform your body. If you don't want to do the procedure, that is fine, but don't expect to be able to perform a change like that for a while." To alleviate any of her concerns he continues, "I would be willing to help you with it, but I don't want you to get your hopes up of looking like that in a day or even a week. I think even a month would be optimistic. But eventually, yes you will have the ability to do so." Sherman showed her the changes, he had not entered the brain wave changes yet. He would wait until she was under to make the changes. It was easier that way, plus he needed to see how it would affect the rest of her mental make-up. In a 3D holographic image, the computer displayed her current body and beside it, the desired one. On the monitor it showed the DNA of the two and the simulation of the alteration of her DNA. It displayed the approximate time and energy it would take to make the changes." I can show you a simulation of what the changes will look like as you go through the process, if you so desire. But it's generally not pretty."" I do like the new version, I like the look of the blue hair and the curves are very nice." He was actually thinking of how amazing the body she had picked out looked. He was extremely turned on just by the holographic images. Furthermore, he couldn't wait to see the real thing." The decision is yours to make, yes you will be able to eventually make the changes, but it may be a while. Also, it will be best if you are naked during the process. We don't want any clothes assimilated in the process, nor for it to become restrictive either." "I like it. She looks spectacular. What are the safeguards to make sure. My brain is completely fried. Or I wake up a gibbering idiot? If I already lost my memory last time. I mean, maybe this is the tenth time you've awakened me." She frowned and looked at him, "I mean. You could be trying to create the perfect companion or something. I'm in the middle of unknown territory with a stranger." Anarra smiled, "I don't want to see the in between steps. Just the final results. I also want to make sure that. Everything goes to plan. That, the only changes made are the ones that we both agree on." She didn't know that much about the computers but figured they would be able to keep track of the edits and changes. What if the doctor didn't have her best interests at heart? She was all alone in the middle of space without too many options. She still trusted the doctor, but she wanted to play it both safe and smart. Smiling he said "I understand the concern. Your memory loss was due to the crash, not anything that I did. As for waking up a gibbering idiot, this is a physical change and does not have anything to do with your brain." He looked at her with concern when she accused him of trying to make her into the perfect companion. "I don't think having a mindless sex toy would be much fun. Initially there would be a lot of enjoyment, but the conversations would be a bit dull. If all I wanted from you was sex, I wouldn't have wakened you." He was getting angry with her. "You know, it is obvious you don't trust me. We shouldn't do any medical procedure until you do. I saved your life, I am willing to help you try to find your people but hey I'm not worth trusting, fair enough." He deleted the scheduled procedure and turned everything off. He slowly walked out of sick bay and walked toward the bridge. "Sherman. Get back here. I'm sorry. I know you've done a lot and I haven't shown my appreciation. If I have any credits. Or money I'll repay you. Please. Accept my apologies." She nodded, "Sorry. I accused you. I. You have to remember. I'm still trying to figure out everything. Put your feet in my shoes, ok?" Annara walked closer towards him to hug him for thanking her. She thought maybe a reminder that she was very much alive and very much thankful." Thank you for everything. I would like your help to. Change into who I am supposed to be." She urged him to come to the medical bay and overview the 3-d model for transformation. Sherman stopped and listened to Andrea beg him to stop, "I understand your concerns, but you need to trust me. If I wanted to take advantage of you, don't you think I would have already? I don't want your money. Right now with your limited skills, no insult intended, I can only think of a couple ways you could earn money. And based on your current aversion to me, I don't think you would want to." He was referring to her showing off or selling her body but felt saying it that bluntly would not help matters. When she hugged him, Sherman hesitated at first but then wrapped his arms around her. "Alright, I'll help you, but I don't want to hear any more arguments about it. I have your interests at heart when I do things for you." When he turned to sickbay he decided to forgo the brain alterations. He would show her the final results when she got out. It only took a few keystrokes to pull the image back up. "Are you ready now?" She looked it over, "Yes, she's perfect. Thank you for helping me Sherman!" She looked at the console and grabbed the sliders for the breast to waist golden ratio, she updated the figure so that the curves were maximized in her breasts, hips, waist, and ass-then hit an auto-balance that knocked down the measurements slightly but seemed to make her body more proportional. Her entire body looked too good to be true, a little bit of perfectionAnarra glanced around for a towel, eventually peeling off all of her clothes and standing in the medical tube naked. She had one hand modestly covering her breast and the other hand covering her womanhood." Ok, I looked at the models and the one I just worked on is spectacular. Turn me into that sex bomb, Sherman." (looked at the changes she was making to the model. She was extremely curvy, and the model was he looked forward to living on board with such a good-looking woman. When she covered herself he laughed at her, "I can almost understand your modesty, but you know I have seen you naked on multiple occasions, right? Plus this model is nude, so I know what you are going to look like. Finally, you do need to stand with your arms at your side, without touching." He was telling the truth. "The computer is smart, but we don't want to run the risk of it thinking you have only one or no arms and growing you two new ones. It would just end up disastrous." With that taken care of, he pressed the final buttons to initiate the change. The change would take about an hour to do, and she would probably be hungry after. The process was completely automated and Sherman did not need to be present for the changes to be made. He walked out of sickbay and to get some fruits and protein bars for when she got out. He also had some drinks ready that would refill the electrolytes she would lose from the change. Furthermore, he also brought a bottle of wine to celebrate her new body along with glasses. The computer beeped, indicating its finish and the chamber opened revealing Andrea's new body. She slowly woke up, she immediately realized how cold it was. Her nipples had stiffened and were standing on end. She slowly sat up and felt a new weight on her chest that she never had before. She moves to swing her legs off of the platform. Furthermore, she was exactly like the three-d model she had designed earlier. Furthermore, she tried bending, jumping, and hoping. Everything worked like it should. She also had a huge hunger and felt her stomach rumbling. Annara put on her old top, which was extremely tight with her new figure. She also slipped on some panties. Her new figure was 8 inches shorter than her old form, but had an even larger bust. Her chest dominated her new form, with every move, she had to deal with her jiggling bosom. She looked at herself in the mirror and adjusted her new blue-streaked hair. She looked at her plump lips. Furthermore, she was the most gorgeous woman she had ever seen." Sherman. I'm out of the chamber and ready. I'm soon hungry it's not even funny." Game is on (permanent?) hiatus and will no longer be checked by me. If you are interested in resuming it, please contact me directly. Thanks for reading! J Sherman stood in an adjacent room watching Andrea on a monitor as she tested out her new body. When she dressed he walked in and offered her the drink and protein bars." Drink slowly, you are probably dehydrated, and the electrolytes have been drained from your body. If you drink it too fast you will probably throw it right back up." He smiled at her and looked her up and down, now that he saw her in person. He viewed her not as a lustful man would ogle a woman but as someone would a fine piece of art work, appreciating her new curves. "I'll give you a several minute to get this food down, and then we have this," he said, brandishing the wine for her to see." So how do you feel? Everything turn out alright?" She walked around, stretching, bending, twisting, doing some simple jumping jacks and checking her overall athletic level. Her body responded like a dream, without hesitation or pain. She was still tingling, and her nipples seemed to be aching. She smiled as she put on a bra and panties, which perfectly fit her new body. Furthermore, she smiled when he brought her the drink and protein bars, hungrily drinking down the drink and then chewing on the protein bars. Her hard nipples were clearly visible through the top, he could actually count the bumps on her areola. With her slim figure but outrageous curves, she was a sight to behold. With every step her oversized chest would jiggle and bounce. "Thank you for helping heal me and return me to an amazing body. I was seeing how I would like myself like. This size and shape and I. Will test it out. I might want to change to a larger size. With more height, weight, and curves if I can't get myself strong enough through training." She nodded, "It feels spectacular. Everything feels shiny and new." She flashed a perfect smile. "Do you have any cosmetics. Or can I create them to touch up my appearance?" She glanced at her feet, "I feel like some wedge heels would be nice. And still feel like I can make some adjustments to my size and shape. Do you like my curves. And my height?" She smiled and went closer to him, her new breasts almost touching his, "I also feel like. If I could have an enhanced metabolism to. Process food and calories better. And make me more responsive so if. In times of danger or. Excitement or arousal, I can get uhm, amped up. With additional augmented nerve endings." Anarra waited until the wind was offered, toasting with Sherman, wondering what he was going to toast about but new her waking up was a big celebration. She couldn't wait to see the tour of the ship and decide what additional changes, if any, were necessary to her. She decided to bring a few up and see if Sherman was interested in the. Sherman casually watched her as she went through her movements, admiring the form of her body and the sway of her breasts, the curve of her ass and shapely legs as she did so. As Sherman watched her approach, it was hard not to notice the jiggling of her breasts and the sway of her fabulous hips. "You look amazing. If you want to go bigger, that is always a possibility." he nodded his head as if in thought of what she would look like with even larger breasts. He thought about the requests for the cosmetics, "I believe there are some in the clothing closet, but the computer can also give you permanent make-up as well. Or at least until you want to change it, that is." I can look through some of the cargo holds to see if there are any shoes that might be to your liking. Her insinuations of added metabolism and times of arousal caused his mouth to dry a little, and he was hopeful she did not notice his growing erection filling his pants. Though he wanted to maintain a cool demeanor with her, her beauty was not lost on him. It took great restraint not to push her down on her back and slam his throbbing cock into her right then and there. When she finisher her protein bars, he filled the wine glasses and cheered "To a gorgeous young woman, and her perfect body." He sipped the wine and offered her some of the fruit." After we finish this, if you're up for it, we can go tour the ship. I can show you the bridge, the loading docks as well as the storage bays, the other quarters, which are in disarray right now. You've already seen sick bay and the mess hall. But first I'll take you to my quarters, that is, if you still want a shirt." He was hopeful that she would not but wasn't going to count on it. He made sure that she was drinking as much as he was, knowing the difference in body weight would make a difference, but again was not going to press his luck just yet. She smiled as she finished her first and only glass of wine, toasting, "To an excellent host with his vast knowledge and expertise." she added with a smile. She stood up, smoothing out her bra, "Anyway, what I discussed will be a nice thing to think about for the future. Especially if you take a liking to me and. Want a companion that's maybe more your height instead of being so much smaller in every single way." She blushes, "And the excitement thing would add a bit of spice I'm pretty sure. Maybe I'll sleep on it if I want to try and. Become the sexiest girl in the universe or not. Is there. Maybe I could learn some sort of job which is based on my charms, personality, and looks. Like a professional entertainer or something."" So, give me the grand tour now. It only takes a crew of one? Are there any robots that do the stocking and moving of shipping crates? I wouldn't want to take some cargo, that would mean lost profit, but maybe the converter can make a new one? How do I apply temporary, permanent make-up?" He watched her more eagerly as she ran her hands over her breasts, he wanted to have his hands running over her body. He wanted to do a lot of naughty things to her body. "I already like you very much... And if you were interested." he let the rest of the statement hang. He didn't want to be too forward. "I'm sure we can run you through some training programs to get your," he paused and gave her a sideways glance, "skills up. What kind of entertaining were you thinking." His own erection was getting hard thinking about the entertaining he would like her to be doing." The make-up is easy and painless. It works the same way as with causing your hair to be blue. And since it's a small change only takes about five minutes to do from start to finish with the computer. I don't always have just cargo, occasionally I have passengers as well, hence the 3 extra living quarters, and as happens, people leave stuff. You never know when something might come in handy, like make-up today, and so I hold on to stuff. On more than one occasion I have had someone send me a message asking for an item they left on board back. I'm sure I can find you something, if you would prefer actual make-up." He put the cork back into the bottle. "There are robots that will load and unload cargo, but really once it's on board, it generally doesn't need to get moved. I just have to pilot the ship. It's generally not very stressful, that's why I chose to do this." He paused as he offered her his hand as he was ready to lead her on the tour. He led her out of medical and down the corridor, "Where do you want to go first?" Ankara smiles, "Let's see a tour of the ship. All of the major rooms. Oh, and get me a t-shirt to wear too. It's a little chilly in here." Her nipples were hard nubs, poking through her bra. She looks around as he's explaining how everything works. She wonders where or how she was discovered and if it was on video. Furthermore, she had a strange feeling that everything didn't add up. Furthermore, she also noticed him starring at her as she walked, especially the jiggle of her breast or the curve of her hip. Eventually she turns towards him, putting her hands on his shoulders and looking up into his eyes. Her large breasts were gently touching his chest. Her head came up to his rib cage. She grins, "So, if I told you I wanted to become the sexiest woman in the universe. Could you help me? What would you recommend I start with. Like, give me a two-week plan about what we would do every day. I think to start I'd want to be 6 feet instead of 5. And, have a chest at least double this size, shape, and projection. Not to mention my overall sensitivity had to be at least doubled. Anything you can think of to add, Sherman?" "I'll take you to my quarters and give you one of my shirts. Pardon me for saying, but I could tell you were a little cold." he said with a wry smile. His cock was hard, and he just had to try to downplay it as best he could. When she turned to him with her hands on his shoulders, he quickly imagined her slowly slipping down to her knees and pulling his cock out to suck him off. The view also gave him a good look at her breasts. He leads her to his quarters, talking the entire way, "I can't make you the sexiest woman in the universe, that is too subjective. But I can make you one of the sexiest women in the universe. Six feet tall is a little tall, but it will allow for long legs, a tight, firm ass. We can make your breasts defy gravity and never sag, but maintain the feel of real breasts. You can have luscious lips and large green eyes. Large for humans that is. I think an hour glass figure is still the most popular. The sensitivity will be no problem. I do have a question, when you say sexiest, how far are you willing to go. Sex is a big part of sexy. Are you willing to go down that route?" When they arrived to his quarters, he pushed a button and opened the door. He gestured for her to enter the room. It was a standard room. Nothing fancy, but not a dump either. It had a good size bed, dresser, a small second room to watch haploids in with a comfortable couch and coffee table. The bathroom was adjacent to the bedroom and had a tub/shower a sink and toilette." I think I can help you get to be one of the sexiest women in the universe. Two weeks is plenty of time. I have one stop tomorrow, and then we can focus on you while we're on our way to the next drop-off point." He walked over to the dresser and pulled out a shirt and handed it to Ankara. It was going to be very baggy on her, but if it made her happy. She smiled and followed him to his quarters. She took an oversized shirt and put it on. The shirt landed mid-thigh, still showing a bit of her panties when she walked. Anaara grins when he discusses the changes he could make, "Well, I figured why be average when you can be above average." She nods, "Sure, long legs. Tight, firm butt. Gravity defying chest and look real. Feel real. Luscious, plump lips and large, expressive eyes. An hour glass figure with double sensitivity." She smiles, "If I look the role I will certainly feel the role. Especially if I can. Be your partner in your endeavor here. Like your assistant and fulfill any desires that you have. Or, at least almost any desires." She slipped the shirt on. "Sure, that will be your job to help transform me into one of the sexiest women in the universe. Could I. Make any credits endorsing something. Or acting, or entertaining. What are the say. Five most common jobs? Maybe I should train for one of those. When people get sick, don't they still need a human to overlook the diagnostics? Maybe something in maintaining and extending human health. I'm not sure, let me know what would work best." She walked over to the console, "Can you show me an incredibly sexy, 6 foot tall human female with knockout curves. And now add the five most desired physical traits to her by heterosexual men." Sherman's ears perked up when she said fulfill all of your desires. "What do you mean almost? What are you, and what aren't you willing to do? I know there are a lot of things I would like to do with you..." It seemed like everything she said was filled with the implication of sex between them, and then she would immediately follow it up with something almost contradictory. He wanted to settle this tension. I can easily transform you, and I can make you into the woman every human man will want. I will reinforce your spin and have the computer make it, so your large breasts do not give you back pain. You will have an hour glass figure, but your bust will be significantly larger than your hips. I couldn't tell you exactly what the most common, or popular jobs are out there. I know the three entertainment fields are very popular, but a lot of the people involved in them end up addicted to drugs or commit suicide. All that money and they run out of productive things to spend it on. You do know the three entertainment fields right? Audio, or music, Visual, acting, and physical, strippers and prostitutes. Obviously the better you are at them, the more you make. Anyone can sing, and even the synthesizers can be added to the vocal cords, but you need to have an ear for it, which is something the computer cannot do. Acting, again, all actors are beautiful, but you need to have talent within acting to act well. Finally, the physical, that is easier for people to get into and has the widest range of salary. Some barely make scraps doing it. Just enough to get by and sometimes not even that much, others make significant amounts of money, and they can live the life of luxury." I am sure some of the more common jobs are computer designer/AI innovator, cargo manager, businessmen. Those are the big ones off the top of my head. With a body like yours, I don't see you getting into those fields. Maybe it's just me. Why don't you sit down at the computer and try to find out what you're interested in, and we can go from there." The computer took her request and computed, pulling from thousands of databases. What it came up with was woman that was 6' 1" tall, 42x28x36 measurements. Her breast were huge and round. The face had large luscious lips, medium-sized nose and eyes about 1.5 times what an average human had. She had long eyelashes and auburn hair. The hair color changed from red to blonde to purple to blue. The computer explained that these were the most popular colors over the last 12 months. The cup size was a J. The woman's legs were 39 inches long and muscular but remained slender and feminine. The feet were a size 10, which was above normal, but for a woman that size, suitable. Her butt protruded a fair amount but looked quite sexy on the model. She had a flat stomach with a slight hint of a six-pack, but you had to really look to see it. Sherman walked up and looked over her shoulder, "Depending on what you are interested in, there can be added modifications which would help in the performance of your job. She smiles, "It means if everything goes well. And, we're compatible. Then, we'd get to feel our hot flesh pressed against each other. And if our personalities and passioned aligned, me might just find ourselves that instead of looking for the perfect companion, we already have one." She nodded, "I like all of these specs. The curves are outrageous but not crazy. The hair color, the features. I like the shape of her figure is overall pretty nice. I think maybe a bit more of a bubble butt and she'd be perfect. She makes the adjustment, just going up 5 or 10% from where she was. I like the eyelashes and the hair color. Anaara grins, "Oh, so there can't be a sexy businesswoman?" She nodded, "So if I wanted to be a businesswoman. Or an actor what sorts of things would you add to her?" She smiles, "If I wanted to go on the opposite end and become one of the sectors highest paid female companion, what would you recommend?" "I like where your mind is at," Sherman responded. Then looked at the model she came up with. He nodded his approval. "You can be a businesswoman, but there is skill involved and that is something the computer cannot give you. But you appear to be able to pick things up easily, and I think if you wanted to, you could easily learn to do the job." Sherman thought about the ideals for a businesswoman, physically. "I would go with at alone or red hair, and nothing too extreme. But physically, as long as you're looking to maintain a professional appearance, it is all attire. Such as, I would have you wear glasses, a nicely cut suit that hugs your curves and a pencil skirt instead of stacks. If you were to wear nylon stockings, I would have them be thigh highs with a guarder belt. You could show off some cleavage but not a ton."" As for a physical entertainer, the changes I would make would be more internal. I would increase the size of your throat, so you could more easily deep throat, I would also add additional muscles to your throat so you could massage his cock while it was down there. I would add muscles to your vagina and anal passages, again allowing you to massage the client. You would also be able, with some practice to control how tight you were. I would give you increased flexibility and heightened sensitivity in those areas as well. I would also make your breasts hyper sensitive. There are a few other less common changes that can be made, such as squirting, both from vaginal and anal stimulation, the ability to split the tongue for increased oral stimulation to one of the more extreme is the ability to grow a penis on demand. But it all depends on what direction you want to take it. The more extreme, often times the more money." He was trying to give her the most accurate information, but his knowledge of the subject was in some ways limited. He really could only pass on from experience. She grins, "Ok, I got an idea. How about a businesswoman from 8 am to 5pm every night. And, an entertainer, error, adult entertainer from 5 pm to 10 pm. The best of both worlds." Anaara looked to see what the 3d model would look like after all the proposed changes that Sherman recommended. She would dress herself up conservatively, with glasses, a pencil skirt, and stockings. She looked to see for conservative cuts, even with a J cup chest. Furthermore, she went down the checklist that Sherman recommended, start with size of throat, muscles in throat, muscles in her vagina and anus, as well as increased flexibility and sensitivity, with her breasts being highly sensitized as well. Furthermore, she looks into splitting her tongue as well, and decided instead to focus on changing her breasts size on command, from a J cup to 3 inches larger or smaller. She grinned, "So, let's finish up the tour of the ship. And, we can begin my hopefully last transformation. Just like the one we just talked about." Anaara pushed on, wanting to see the other areas of the ship, even as her curves, algorithms, and thoughts about jiggling breasts filled her mind. Sherman thought this better be worth it. He was spending a lot of time and energy on this. The time he had, but with each change she made, it would drain the power cells. He wanted to try to leverage something out of this but didn't see it working in his favor, so for now he kept his mouth shut." That sounds like an interesting plan. I just see one flaw, unless you are trying to be a businesswoman for my ship and sell my services to others when we arrive to worlds, you kind of need to be somewhere stationary, usually. Though it could be arranged that you travel between worlds to sell a business' services to other worlds, but I don't know how available those jobs are. With your figure on the other hand..." He let the thought hang. As long as she was dealing with men, she would probably get what she wanted." I think you went with the right choices, and I like the added affect of being able to change your bust size." He continued the tour, taking her to the main cargo bay. This bay was full of crates, boxes and other various cargo. "This is the main source of my income." and he gestured to the cargo. "It's not going to make me wealthy, but it's easy work and I enjoy it. Not a lot of stress." He led Ankara around the cargo to the loaders, "These are what we use to load and unload the ship. It usually takes three people to do it efficiently and quickly. This cuts into my profits but in the long run I save money because I don't have employees to pay when I am in transit. If you'd like, I can show you how to use these. There is also a suit that we use when we need to put something in an awkward place and the loaders can't reach." There was a lot more he could say about the loaders, but he was just trying to give her an overview and didn't want to bore her. He let her walk around as she wished and was willing to answer any questions she may have before moving on. When she was ready, he led her to an elevator to take to one of the two alternate storage areas. "These areas are used when I have cargo that goes to multiple planets. Sometimes I'll make a run where I stop at one planet and pick up cargo that needs to go to four. Those runs are usually very profitable but always take up the most time. If I get lucky, when I drop of one set of cargo I can pick up another to drop off at the same planet I'm already headed to. And the transit charge is all profit, since the previous contractor covered that expense."" I hope I'm not boring you too much with my ramblings." She nods, "I would work with you. Negotiate with clients representing you. And sell services or just get as much business as possible." She smirks, "And, I don't know, depending on how long we are in port I could try various other things too." Anaara nodded when he said she made good choices about the transformations and the bust." Is. I know there must be some cost for running all the computers and calculating the transformation. Do you. Have solar panels to recharge when you are close to stars. Or, do you generate energy through fusion. Or what?" She looked around, "We could... what if we switched this over to a pleasure cruise. Are there any rules about? We could grant people desires and wishes, the more exotic, the more pricey. Or maybe buy a larger cargo ship and renovate it for passengers. Only travelling between popular destinations. You know, we could have simulated oceans. Gambling. Dance rooms. All 24 hours a day." Anaara nodded when he explained how fewer people keep overhead low, "You never worry about pirates or bandits?" She was getting an idea into her head, "I could. Work with you in a partnership to double your cargo capacity. We'd try to operate our ships on a similar scale and locations. Or even just remotely pilot the other cargo ship from this one." Anaara grinned, "Isn't the sky the limit?"" Just let me know what the cost is for the last two transformations, and I'll make sure the debt is paid in full, Sherman." Ankara grins, "Although it seems like it's sudden. let's head back to the sickbay and work on me. Hopefully for the last time." She grins. Sherman was surprised at her enthusiasm for the job and growing/promoting the business. As a matter of fact he was a little startled by it. A" lot of that is well and good, but a cruise liner is very expensive and when you start taking the large number of passengers, you need insurance which is expensive. But..." he trailed off in thought. He began pacing around the cargo area "If we divide the area up, we could rent the three cabins out to couples and groups and let them play out their fantasies here. It will be expensive initially, getting supplies and changing the ship, but there aren't very many, if any ships catering to that sort of thing. I just can't have more than 24 people on board at any one time. No exceptions." Sherman walked over to Ankara, "I had never thought of doing it," there was a bit of skepticism in his voice, and with more confidence, "If you're there to help me, I don't doubt we can do it." He started walking out of the alternate storage area, "We'll need to make a good profit on this load and the next, possibly even a third run may be necessary, unless you can work some magic and get us a nice load to give us some capital to work with. As for another ship, they are extremely expensive. I'm still paying on this one. But I almost have her paid off." They walked back to sick bay, and he finally addressed the power questions she had. "It doesn't take a lot of energy to run the computers, it's the synthesizing that really drains them. And a ship this small doesn't have the capability to use solar radiation. That's for the massive transports owned by large companies. I'm just freelance moving what I want when I want. I won't have to get crystals in Moira but probably after the next haul, I may. But enough about that now. Let's get on to you." He punched a few buttons on the console and the image they had created popped up. Her looked over the additional details, the increased sensitivity, additional muscles and ensured the tightness of the tendons to hold everything perfectly in place. He thought for a bit about her wanting to be a businesswoman and physical entertainer and increased the release of the enzymes to increase focus and increase her libido. He then moved the coding so it would be mixed in amount other standard coding. And he only marginally increased both of them. He didn't need her to turn into a nymphomaniac who only focused on sex. Then their new business venture would never get off the ground." Do you want to take a look before we start?" She smiled, glad he was at least entertaining some of her ideas about making a pleasure cruise, "We could have 4 staff and 20 guests. We'd need to just calculate how much each would cost. Maybe we could have different levels. The levels where more was provided would of course cost more. Even if it was just like a honeymoon cruise ship where we focused on romance. Or get away trips. Or married couples. Anyways, I think there would be a good market for it and the larger worlds would have enough clients to be able to support it. I'd have to get the numbers and crunch the data to see what worked, credits wise." Anaara looked at the data for her second transformation in less than a day. She looked over every altered line of code, and there were hundreds, if not thousands of lines. After she changed the butt by 10% she spun the model around, looking at her from various angles. She decided to bump up the butt another 10% because the large size of her chest made her seem unbalanced, and the 20% bonus gave her a nice bubble butt shape. She decided to give her manicured and pedicured nails that would stay perfect, as well as a very light blush on her cheeks and lips, and mascara and shadow on and around her eyes. Furthermore, she removed all the hair on her body below her eyebrows. Furthermore, she looked to where the metabolism was and moved to make it 100% more efficient, to process food and calories better. Furthermore, she then looked for responsiveness to stimulus and doubled that as well, making sure it would work in times of danger, arousal, or excitement. Lastly she adjusted the nerve endings and doubled them almost everywhere, but did quadruple the sensations in her throat, breasts, nipples, vagina, and anus. Then bumped up her touch sensations to 50% higher so even simple touch would feel better." I think that's about it. Uhm, you can look it over if you like Sheri." Sherman listened to all of her ideas. They did have merit, and though he was unsure of the cost, with such a beautiful woman on board, any venture, even a failed one, would be infinitely better. "Hiring a permanent crew may be difficult with the variety of things people may want, I'm thinking we have a larger, freelance staff instead. More like subcontracting. Say one couple just wants romance and people waiting on them hand and foot, where another wants a vanilla sex fantasy with other people and finally a third may want a full S&M vacation. But I agree the more extravagant the more expensive. We would still need to make a profit." He looked over her shoulder and watched as she made the changes and was very pleased with the alterations she had made. He could feel his cock swelling again by just the sight of the model. When she asked him to look over the changes, he made sure everything was correct, "I'm adding one thing, I'm strengthening your ankles and the fronts of your feet. I figure in both of your professions will involve wearing heals, especially the entertainer, the higher, the better," he added, "This will allow you to wear them all day, and it will feel as comfortable as wearing your evening slippers." He ran through the coding twice more to make sure everything was correct, "Otherwise as long as you're OK with my final changes, you're all set for your final change." She looked over the specs and thought about making sure the flexibility and double-jointedness was much higher than normal, she'd be able to bend into incredible shapes now which should make her potential future lovers much happier to keep her. She updated her bodies' pheromone receptors, as well as making her entire metabolism sanitized so that she'd always smell fresh and clean. Furthermore, she would always have fresh breath. Furthermore, she made sure her new voice would sound both sexy and strong, she listened to twenty different samples before finding the one she liked. Furthermore, she grinned and hit the 'Complete and compile' button at the end of the console." Ok, I'm going to head in there now. And, when I wake up I should be a brand-new person. We can brainstorm on the profit margins and all the technical details once I've recovered." She went back to the sick bay, sent the program to the med bay, then climbed inside and waited as an iv was injected into her arm. Robotic arms sprang out of the unit, injecting her with carefully controlled and constructed nanites. They went to work, 30 minutes later she was exactly like the 3d model that they worked on. She was still shiny and glossy since she was so new. The anesthesia was carefully removed from the bay to let her resume breathing air by herself. She coughed a few times and woke up. She realized she was still in the sickbay, as she stood up she threw up the protein shakes she ate earlier. Furthermore, she was a spectacular specimen of femininity. Furthermore, she smiled and looked around for Sherman, "What do you think Sheri?" She grabbed a cloth robe used in the med lab that was sterile, putting it on. Because of her expansive breasts, it barely covered her hairless, glistening womanhood. She grinned, "I feel extra strong. You were right. I love the new me." Sherman was surprised the change wasn't going to take very long considering she would be adding several inches of height. She would definitely be one of the sexiest women in the galaxy, of that he had no doubt. He watched her as she emerged from the pod. Though the throwing up was not attractive, she was still extremely sexy. He could feel himself hardening in his pants at the thought of what this woman could now do. How he wished she would just drop to her knees and take him in her new mouth and down her talented throat. The feeling of he wrapped around him as he slid into her. He was starting to get a glazed look in his eyes at all the nasty thoughts he was having for her. He walked in to the med bay to greet her and ensure she felt fine. "I saw you throwing up, are you alright?" His concern for her was genuine. "How are you feeling? Do you want to lay down?" He had done changes before, but never two changes in such a short time, it had never been necessary, but he figured it would be a relatively safe change." How about we go back to my quarters and you can take a nap. When you wake up, we can eat and discuss the future of the business." She put back on her top from before, washing out her mouth with some water. "All the changes. Gave me a nervous stomach. I still have tingling in my entire body. But, I feel so good. So strong." Anaara wiggled her hips, "Did you notice the new voice?" She giggled, "It's supposed to be both strong and sexy. I like it, I think it fits me pretty well." She started walking towards Sherman, her breasts were very large now, they bounced with each and every step. "Oh my. I'll have to get used to my new girls." She laughed. She grabbed her own chest and tested how strong the flesh was, how resistant she would be to gravity. Her buoyant breasts not only defied gravity, they practically spit in its eye. She smiled, the sudden happiness caused her nipples to stiffen through her top, clearly apparent to Sherman. Anaara giggled, "Oh gosh. I'm not, trying to seduce you or anything. I think my body is thought." She walked with Sherman, "Sure, I'd like to take a nap and talk about business opportunities. Oh, by the way can I redecorate one of the rooms my own style and taste? I need to get some business outfits that project confidence. And are cut perfectly to accentuate my curves but not flaunt them." Anaara reached out to hold Sherman's hand, "Why don't we. Get to know each other some more and see where things lead? I don't want to jump into anything but. Maybe we were put together by destiny or fate. So, we may as well see how it shakes out, right?" She smiles, "Maybe wherever we go you can. Take us to a romantic destination to do some research. To see what a pleasure cruise would offer?" Sherman had to make a concerted effort to not stare at her enormous chest. But the fact that her nipples were erect was not lost on Sherman. This time he didn't think it was because she was cold." I bet you can make a man cum just by your voice alone." He said it as a compliment and hoped she would not be too offended, he liked the sound of her voice was soothing and arousing at the same time. The sway of her breasts was impossible to miss and without a bra would jiggle with every movement of her upper body. And he smiled at her as she grasped her breasts. He really wanted to grab and feel them as well. He smiled, a little broader than maybe he should have, "I don't mind your body seducing me. With the increased sensitivity all over you're body, it would be no wonder if you were...aroused all the time. It wouldn't surprise me if your body tried to seduce me all the time." He laughed at this, thinking it was funny but in truth was hopeful that it would be true." When we get to Moira tomorrow, we can unload the cargo and go get you some nice clothes. Then I'll clear out one of the rooms, and you can do with it as you'd like." He was surprised at how easily it was to give in to her, but her new demeanor made it easy. He happily walked down the corridor with Ankara, heading to their quarters. "I would really enjoy getting to know you and I agree doing a test run on the fantasy cruise. We will need to select routes and multiple locations for the cruises." As they walked into the quarters, he led her to the bed and pulled the covers back for her, for now, lay down, and we can talk some more later." She grins as she notices Sherman stealing a glance at her jiggling flesh. "So, you don't. Have a girl or anything back at port, right? I'm not about to step into any sort of relationship that both sides don't potentially want." Anaara grins, "Oh, you think? Want to try?" She giggled and then blushed brightly when Sherman said she could make someone orgasm by her voice." I definitely need some new clothes and some new underwear, too. Are you kidding about the converters not being able to make clothes from templates? Is that just a ploy to see me almost naked?" She smiled and looked at him, tilting her head. It was an honest question that she thought she knew the answer too but wasn't 100% sure. She nodded, "Oh, that would be great. I want to have my own space, not that I mind sharing or anything." Anaara nodded, "Definitely some research would help point us in the right direction." She climbed into bed, glancing at him, seeing if this was an excuse to get her into bed. She was potentially interested in Sherman, but certainly wanted to take things much slower than he did." Some bed rest, Doctor's Orders?" She asked with a grin. Without hesitating Sherman told her "No, there's no one special back at port," he paused, honesty had seemed to work and if they were traveling together, she needed to know. "There are a few girls that I have seen when I come into various ports. It's mostly physical, and I'm not exclusive to any one of them, and they're not to me." He didn't have anyone in Moira, but he didn't want something coming up down the line." I wouldn't mind if you were to try to use your mouth to help me orgasm, but right now it not your voice that I'd like to do that." He chuckled he had been with only one woman who could take him all the way down her throat and then message him, and that was amazing. "But maybe later, I wouldn't mind trying." He added. He wasn't going to go back on what he said earlier, but truth be told, for the clothes that she wanted/needed, he just didn't have the skills to do it. That required a special talent and additional programs that he just didn't have. "I wasn't lying, I can't make you the clothes. I just don't have the skills. There are tailors on Moira and you can use them. I will make something for you before we arrive, if you wish, but you will see there will be people, men and women, in less clothes than you." He looked her up and down, more in assessment than in ogling, "With your other body, I might have been able to make you something semi-respectable, but with your, if you don't mind me saying, fabulous curves, I wouldn't know where to start. If I do make you something, it will, if at all possible hide your curves, a tailor will be able to accentuate them." He was a little disappointed when she told him she really wanted her own space, but there was time. He smiled down at her, the offer of rest was just what he thought she needed, and thought it was something she may have wanted. With a smile forming on his face, "If you're up for more than sleep in this bed, I'm more than willing to join you, rest was just a suggestion. We could easily take your body out for a test run if you want. She appreciated his honesty, she had a feeling he was holding something back when he discussed how she was found. Maybe he shouldn't of been there at the time? She wasn't sure his reasoning, she just knew that he was somehow involved in what happened. She grinned, "Maybe later, like you already said." Anaara nodded, "I'm sure I'll be able to get the proper templates or a seamstress to properly create some fitted pieces." She smiles, "You have to give something time and space to grow. If you smother it, you just end up killing it." Anaara grinned, "My molecules have just been assembled and reassembled. I'm certainly in the mood for a little sleep. Meaning actual sleep." She smiled and climbed into bed. Her legs were touching Sherman's, but she did her best to not touch him with her large chest or breathe against him. She hoped he had a pleasant time and didn't want to make him uncomfortable, it was in fact his transport as it was. Sherman climbed into the other side of the bed. He wasn't going to push his luck. Though he did touch her throughout the night, nothing in a sexual nature and never on purpose. He awoke before Ankara and went to the dining facility and got some food to bring back to the room. It was obvious now he was not going to con her, he decided to make a different approach. He would woo her. He got food that was maintained at room temperature, he didn't know when she would wake up, and he wanted to let her sleep as late as she needed. When she did wake up, "Good morning, did you sleep well?" He produced the food in front of her, "Are you hungry?"" We will arrive at Moira in about 7 hours, and I'll get you some clothes made, if you still want, and then I'll prep the cargo to be unloaded. Ankara slept soundly that night. She wasn't used to being so large, her feet were practically hanging over the base of the bed. When she woke up she looked around, having forgotten where she was. When she saw Sherman she remembered, "Good morning Sheri." She stretched, noticing the way her breasts bulged under her t-shirt. Her nipples were still hard, she actually didn't remember them ever being soft in her new body. She nodded, "Yes. I slept well. And, I am hungry." Anaara pulled her oversized shirt out from her skin, it still practically hugged her curves like a tank top, "I definitely want something a bit more elegant." She smiled, "Oh, our first world together. This should be nice. Well, first that I remember." She grinned and looked at what was on the plate. She tried each thing, she couldn't remember what she did or didn't like, so figured her taste buds would lead her in the right direction. Though he tried, he could not stop himself from checking Ankara out as she pulled the shirt down. Her nipples were quite prominent. But he thought he got his eyes away before she noticed. He shared the food with her ensuring to eave a bit of everything for her to try. "Moira is your average planet, the dock area is a little..." he trailed off trying to think of a way to describe it, "sleazy. But that is pretty standard in any port, with mostly transients looking for the latest high, be it drugs, sex or cheap entertainment. It's not hard to get out of that, but on the way out, don't be surprised if you get more than a few people you're asking about sex. Some will be asking offering you credits, and others will ask, offering their services. All genders as well. It's about a fifteen-minute walk to get out of the worst part, and then we can catch transport into the city. I will drop you off at the tailors and I will run a couple errands and set up the next cargo load. Hopefully I can set something up to give us enough of a payout to where we can start the cruise business."" We'll be on Moira for a day, maybe two, just long enough to set up the next job and then to load the goods. I'll give you a few hundred credits, which should be enough to get a few suits. I don't have enough to give you to build your entire wardrobe, but if we pick a few up in each port, not only will you build your wardrobe, but you'll be able to get different designs, different touches, that the different worlds offer. Plus you'll be able to stay in fashion." She smiles at him as she eats, she likes some of the things more than others, making small talk about what she is eating. She thinks for a second, "Do most worlds have spaceports. Or, can this transport survive going into the atmosphere. And, you just go to a space station and then take some sort of shuttle to the surface?" Anaara nodded, "Sleazy? Got it. What do you mean cheap entertainment?" She nods, "Can't we take. Some sort of vehicle into the transport?" Ankara smiles, "What about weapons or protecting yourself?" Anaara looks thoughtful for a moment, "Do you want me to. I'd need to have all the pertinent data for making business decisions and acting as your representative Sheri." She nods, "I'll do what I can with the few hundred credits. Anything you can spare would be much appreciated." She flashes a smile at Sherman. "Most plants have both a spaceport and a space station. The reason that I go down to the spaceport on the surface is because I have to unload all the cargo. But if we were in the cruise business, I could dock at the space station or have shuttles come up from the surface to meet us." he explained." Cheap entertainment could range from basic magic tricks, music playing and/or singing to a strip show. Just anything to entertain them for the minimal amount of money. Cheap entertainment." he elaborated." The shuttles normally don't come out to where we are going to be. It's usually too crowded with the various crates and shipping containers. And then there is all the other people walking around. It's really too dangerous to try to bring transport in there. The walk isn't that bad, and if you stay close to me, you'll be fine. I bring a pistol. But during the day crime is relatively low. At nighttime, the docks are pretty dangerous. Especially if you happen to get out of the lighted areas. ""I have full confidence in your abilities to be able to do the job, once you get up to speed. But right now your priority needs to be to dress the part. I'll let you do all the legwork on the next planet. After you have looked over all the inventory information and looking over the cargo manifests. Right now you do not know how much we need to charge for the weights and the capacity of the ship. And I don't expect you to know that stuff yet. And it's not something that you can't really learn in an hour or two. I want you to be the one that's doing the hustling, not the other way around. And by hustling, I mean getting the best deal that we can possibly get. And there are times when you'll have to walk away from deals just because either it's too big or too small or the payout just isn't enough. But you'll get it by the time we get to the next planet, I'm sure of it. You're very smart."" If I want to have your clothes ready by the time we get to Moira, I need to get started. Feel free to take some time and if you need to shower there is one over there. "And he pointed the way. She nods, thinking for a moment, "We can definitely do some research and see what's already out there. And sort of what is trending. Maybe adding touches of luxury or customization that the rich clientele would be more likely to pay for. Where no inhibition is off limits sort of thing, if the redline is high enough. I could also see high stakes gambling too, as long as it was properly regulated of course." Anaara smiled when he explained cheap entertainment to her. "I will get the clothes that make me better at facilitating people to sign up for your entertainment." She looked around for a terminal, "I will. Learn everything I can about running a starship. And, take a shower later before I go to sleep." Anaara hoped the terminal would be easy to use and offer up everything she wanted about running a starship for a profit. She found a data pad and started taking notes. With her focus on studying, Sherman left her and went to the replicator for larger items. It was a drain on the energy resources but if things worked out, money would never be an issue again. As be pulled up the measurements from her latest change, Sherman tried to design pants for her first thinking they would be easiest. He had made pants for himself before and thought this would be easy but after twenty minutes, and it just wasn't working out. Her curves made it very difficult, and he was probably judging himself too harshly. He decided a dress would be easier. He would just make enough fabric below the waist and enough to cover her fabulous breasts. It still took him over an hour to get one that he was somewhat satisfied with. The dress was made with a fabric that was as soft as satin, water repellant and would change colors in different light. All this put him behind schedule, and he had to rush to prep the cargo to be unloaded. Though rushed, he ensured he did not cut any corners, he had seen how that had worked out in the past. More than a few transporters were injured or killed by cutting corners. He decided to skip lunch to finish up the cargo. He made it back to the bridge with half an hour to spare before they would start their approach on Moira. Furthermore, he called Ankara and asked if she wanted to be on the bridge when they started their descent. She was busy studying from the terminal with various facts, figures, and tips in becoming a trader and entrepreneur. She ate something that was dispensed from one of the machines, but she didn't really know what it was. It tasted ok, it was sort of bland, but she knew it was high in nutrients. As the comm'ed Ankara, she was excited and practically ran to the bridge to watch her first descent. She was watching with wide eyes and fascination, she could see everything so clearly through the large screen on the bridge. She was watching exactly what Sheri did, she strapped herself in before reentry because she sometimes knew it could get bumpy. She was still wearing her oversized T-shirt that was pretty baggy on her, except for on her chest, which was extremely tight. Furthermore, she didn't pay that no mind though, she thought she was actually going to go to the surface in that outfit. When she spied what Sherman made for her, she was very happy. "Oh, thank you. That's a nice gesture. It looks lovely, and I'll model it for you." She grinned. Right then the computers on the bridge made a beep, followed by a buzz. She glanced at the center screen, and knew that the descent would start any moment now. She gripped onto her chair's armrests and double-checked her straps, she certainly didn't want to be thrown about when the ship was going so quickly. Furthermore, she watched with fascination as the entire thing played out in front of her. Sherman watched as she strapped herself in and laughed quietly to himself. The weather on his approach was going to be clear which meant generally smooth sailing. Some minor bumps here and there but the computers could take in account for change in pressure. Lightning was the one thing they could not account for. Mother nature could still create quite a shock with lightning. The initial entry into the atmosphere caused the monitor to go red from the heat of their descent as the flames temporarily engulfed the ship. But 30 seconds later it cleared up, and it was blue skies as far as the eye could see. There were only a handful of clouds that dotted the horizon. He continued their dissent, losing a couple of thousand feet every few seconds. They still had about 90 miles to cover on the planet's surface but at the rate of speed they were at, it was only going to take a couple of minutes. They were flying over the ocean. "We take this approach route to limit the disruption on the surface. The only things we are fly over are ships and it's only a minor nuisance. If we were to fly over a city we could disrupt quite a few things."Finally, the port came into view. It was a magnificent sight. There were spots for about 20 ships, but only four were parked. It took up at least 15 miles of coastline. But it had to be that big to accommodate some of the ships. He made some final communications with the tower via his computer, and then made his final approach. He set the ship down easily with only minor jostling as the struts at the ground. It was a landing from someone who had done so literally hundreds of times. It wasn't that he was ignoring Ankara gracious thanks, but his concentration was focused on the landing. One little mistake and it's all over. He finally told her she was welcome and gave her the dress. "You have about 20 minutes before anybody will be here. And then it'll be about another hour or two before we get the ship unloaded." She giggled and undid the straps when there wasn't very much turbulence at all. She was expecting a much rougher ride. Although Sheri might be blasé about the whole thing, Ankara was watching the scene play out before them enraptured. She loved the gorgeous vistas of the wide ocean, the way the clouds played across the distant stretch of the horizon, how the water shimmered as they flew over the ocean. She was gasping and breathless from the majestic scene. She was very happy about the dress he provided, she took the dress and removed her tee shirt, still wearing the barely there panties from earlier. Her bra would no longer fit her enhanced physique. She pulled the dress over herself and pulled it snug. It showed off a large amount of cleavage and a modest amount of leg, going about mid-thigh. She loved how she looked in it though, she wondered if her hard nipples would be distracting at all. She also wished she had something a little longer, she didn't like her womanhood to almost be on display. Furthermore, she wanted some professional shoes and some professional business attire too, although she would get a few more elective things like lingerie if she had the credits. She smiled, "So I'm guessing although a lot of it is automated, there are still some things that you have to do to keep the ship intact? Can't all of that be programmed so you could. Enjoy yourself on an entry?" She was thinking of a few things she could do to distract Sherman as he was landing a ship, but sudden instant death made it much less appealing than a few minutes of orgasmic release." Ok, Can I. Get like an ID badge or something that proves my identity before I leave? I. Wouldn't want to get trapped down here especially when the future is ripe with possibilities." She wanted to get shopping as soon as possible but was worried about all the dangers in the port. She hoped it wouldn't quite be like the wild wild west that Sherman made it sound like. "I like to fly the ship in myself so that's why I…" then he realized the implications of what she was saying. A big smile came across his face. "Most of it can be automated. The landing portion is only part that it's good to have a pilot. Though that can be automated to, it just tends to be a bit rougher. "He watched her as she undressed, exposing her large breasts and her revealing, barely their panties. He could feel himself getting hard as he was watching her. It took him a good minute after she was finally dressed for him to regain coherent thoughts." We can make you some plain shoes, they might not be comfortable at first so you'll have to pick some up when you're out. As for the ID, come over the screen here, and we will get all your vitals onto a data card. " It was a pretty basic Data Card, it would have your handprints and record your DNA. He could put in any name he wanted with the system. He had to jump through a lot of hoops to get that privilege, but in his line of business sometimes having a different identity was important. He told her the commands to have them make basic work shoes for her and had them replicated. Furthermore, he made them low-cut so they appeared like tennis shoes. Furthermore, he wasn't going to attempt to make high heels though those would've the most comfortable for her, he knew how long it took him to make the dress And could only imagine how much longer it would've taken to try to make the shoes. Once they landed, Sherman sent all the appropriate codes out to get the cargo trucks out to unload his ship. It took 25 minutes before anyone arrived, and he was outside waiting for them when they did. "About time you got here, what took so long? "The Foreman explained that they were running behind today due to maintenance issues. But reassured Sherman that they would be able to unload his ship quickly. Sherman open the bay doors to allow this the unloaders access and walked back inside to check up on Ankara." Foreman says we're right on schedule, despite his delayed arrival. Once we're done unloading, I'll move the ship to a docking hanger and then we can be off. " He thought about letting her go ahead, and if she really wanted to he wouldn't stop her, she was a grown woman, but he didn't think that would be advisable. First because she had no experience going through the docks and second because of the way she looked. It was daytime, and the docks were mostly free of criminal activity, but he didn't think it was worth the risk. "Why don't you connect with the local computers and see what's fashionable while we wait? " She grinned at Sheri, she liked how he was being nice to her and showing his affection in his own way. He was helping her grow and become a bit more independent, she really appreciated that. She giggled when he finally realized her implication about sexual shenanigans. Anaara tried on the flat shoes and found they were reasonably well. She thought about it, "How about Ankara Jones? Is that a common enough surname?" She watched them start to work for a little bit, but then found a terminal and linked with the planet's data network. She started to look for women's fashion, especially businesswomen. Furthermore, she also did a bit of research for what passed as sexy underwear and sexy lingerie, as well as footwear and fashionable accessories. Before she could finish doing her research, the workers were already done unloading everything. She saved 5 of the images of things she liked, she didn't care if it was the exact one, she just wanted something similar. Anaara couldn't wait to go into the port and see how everyone lived. She had lived in such a sheltered bubble she wondered if it was as bad as Sherman had made it sound, of course she figured it might not be so bad. It would be an eye-opening experience for sure. She tugged on her simple dress to smooth out the lines and found out that it accentuated her cleavage a little bit. Next she made sure her panties didn't show, then walked with Sherman to the port. She found herself bouncing wildly with each step as she didn't have a good bra on. She decided that would be the first step to get some sort of support garment, even before the others to dress for success. Sherman nodded in approval at the name. "It's common enough but with over 80 billion people, what's not?" and he laughed. He helped the dockworkers unload the cargo, which went smoothly enough. No major incidents, no surprises. The foreman gave him the confirmation chip confirming the entire manifest was delivered on time, all items accounted for and intact. Sherman looked at the luscious Ankara amazed at how good she looked. It was impossible for him not to stare at her bouncing breasts as she came toward him. He tried to make a joke and said "You have beautiful...eyes." and quickly brought his gaze up to hers with a smile he hoped was disarming. The last sight of his ship was the ship mover connecting to his ship to take it to the hanger. He and Ankara walked toward the main port. As they arrived the pathways had a scattering of people and kiosks. "Don't be rude but don't encourage them either, and they'll leave you alone," he whispered. This wasn't the worst port he had ever been at, but there were people coming up to them asking them to buy some new product or some old relic. People offering service to his ship or to him, her or both. Sherman politely declined the offers and kept pushing through. The walkway got narrow and some of the more sleazy sellers crowded in. When one put oils hand on Sherman pulled his pistol and put it in the guy's face. That was all it took and the rest of the harassers faded away. Five minutes later it opened up, and they came out on the street. Sherman hailed a cab and opened the door for Ankara. Once inside he asked to be taken to a nice clothes shop and they were off. "Sorry about that. We'll grab a room in the city and if you'd like we can leave tomorrow." She punched him on the arm when he said she had beautiful eyes. She grinned though, she knew exactly what he meant. Furthermore, she cradled her breasts between her arms, making a mile of mouth watering cleavage, "Oh, do I? Thanks again for the specifications." She giggles. She watched as the large arm come and picked up the ship, moving it to its proper position in the hangar. The machine was so enormous it filled her line of sight. She walked with Sherman quickly, not looking or engaging in the various people at the dock. She sighed at the sight of violence, but trusted Sherman and walked with him fast. Anaara was looking around at everything, wondering how much the clothes cost. She smiled, "Does anywhere use real food anymore. Or is it all pumped out of a machine?" She smiled, "I'd love to have a nice room, with luxurious linens. What do. Young potential lovers do for fun when their in port?" She was happy to go clothes shopping, she wanted to get some underwear and some dresses, business suits, and even heels and accessories to compliment her business persona. Sherman smiled when she asked abut lovers. "They usually go to nice restaurants, see movies, in the city they might go to clubs or play on the halo decks all around. And if the potential lovers have a good time, they go back to their room and make love until the sun comes up." He could feel himself start to get excited in anticipation of what might happen. The shuttle ride took fifteen minutes. Sherman turned to Ankara, "I have some business I have to attend to. I have to line up the next shipment. But if you'd like I can stay here with you, if that would make you feel more comfortable. Then after you get all your things, if there is time, we can go together as I arrange the details. Otherwise, we will have to go tomorrow, but we would not be able to leave until the day after. Which would give us one more day in this metropolis. It's up to you." Sherman thought she might jump at the chance to meet with possible suppliers, but knew it was sometimes boring. Going to the main office, pouring over the various shipment requests, finding the ones that are the most profitable and weighing the risk of shipping the items to the reward of the payout. She smiles, "I'm going to finish shopping. I'll spend most of the credits you gave me I'm sure on new clothes. You can call me on the com. We can meet back here in say 30 minutes. Or an hour?" She double-checked the com that she had, which basically was a super advanced phone that had the power of a computer, pictures, video call making capabilities, as well as store options and even links to Matter Converters, where she could design her own clothes using custom templates and print them out, ready to wear in only a few minutes. Anaara smiled, "Take care of business. I'll stay out of trouble. And, I think I can turn on the tracking on this com unit." She clicked a button. Sure enough, on Sherman's com was a blinking hourglass shape of a woman. "That's me, in case you didn't know." She smiled and watched as he walked off to take care of business. She wondered if she'd be able to get all of her clothes at a few shops on this street. Furthermore, she was also curious about other body mods like tattoos or piercings. Furthermore, she checked on her come unit to see what it said about 'exotic body mods/tattoos.' She of course checked the units and had to budget everything. If she got one of the tattoos or piercings she probably wouldn't be able to buy enough clothes, unless she just bought the templates. She did some searching on her come unit, figuring out if she could get several templates for clothes printing and then also possibly afford some sort of exotic or erotic modification. "It'll probably be a bit longer than a couple of hours for me. I found this chip laying on the deck when they were unloading. I had forgotten about it, it's from when I was at Miranda last month. It probably doesn't have more than a couple of hundred credits on it, but if I didn't notice it was missing before, than I won't miss it now. Just get something...nice with it." He looked at his com and laughed when she took the time to tell him it was her that popped up. Sarcastically he said 'I'm pretty sure I could figure that out, but thanks." and he laughed. He got back into the transport and had it take him to the transportation facility. When he arrived, he checked in at the front desk and started going through the files. Some loads were too big for his ship and some wouldn't even fill half of the cargo hold. He would bookmark these because if he could get two loads going to the same place, he would offer them a "discount" of only 2/3 the regular transport tax and make perfect money on the increased amount. Finally, he narrowed it down to four single loads and 3 doubles. He went to the come room and started contacting the companies to see what they were offering in addition to what was on the sheet. Sometimes they would offer a safe delivery or early delivery bonus. He narrowed it down to one single load and two doubles. He would ask Ankara which she would prefer. The single load would give them enough money to open their cruise resort, but would take 12 days. While the other was only 7 days, and they would have to get another load of cargo before he felt safe about changing the ship over. He combed Ankara and asked how things were going and gave her the run-down. He knew which he would prefer but did not want to have his opinion sway hers. She clicked on the comm, "I can't believe what's possible. They do genetic changes. Mutations. Implants. Enhancements. For a million different outcomes for just a few hundred credits. There's some new trend that's going around. Have you heard of XXX?" She looked at the hold-display that showed nanites being injected into a blood stream and then augmenting and amplifying the pathways and neurons they run across. They do this for a few hours and then turn off. The effects and lengths of changes are completely programmable and rewritable. She couldn't believe such a thing was not only possible, but was relatively easy to pull off. Ankara even wanted to customize the alterations, so some parts of her anatomy would glow during arousal, she thought it would be both cute, erotic, and mind-blowing if she had a soft warm red glow as she was excited or aroused, especially if it was by Sherman. Anaara grinned, "I think I'm going to get a dose of the XXX. And, then get some base templates. For some underwear. A dress. Heels. And slippers." She smiled, "Would you care what I did here at the Body Shoppe? You might be able to do something like that back at the med-station. They also have moveable body art." Anaara clicked a button and video of her surroundings was projected to Sherman. She could see where he was, and he could see where she was. She laughs, "I'm such a newbie. I could barely figure out how this com device works." She grins, "Are you almost done doing the business? Do you have any advice for me?" Sherman could see the Tattoo Artist/Gene-Sculptor looking at Ankara's amazing body with both appreciation and more than a little lust. Sherman was amazed at all the things that they could do with technology today. It wasn't that he avoided it, but he never really sought out the information. He was very interested in watching her body change, even glow. "You said they have moving tattoos, did they move from position to position on your body or are they animated? That would be pretty cool to see a dragon moving across your breasts or on your back. Especially if it was tied into your arousal. "He was surprised when she pulled up the image on the COM, he wasn't expecting it. Then he saw her and many of the things that they could do. He also saw the tattoo artist in the back. "Better be careful that guy, it looks like he wants stick more than just a needle or two into you. "He then asked if she would rather have two more shipping missions, or just the one. Then, after finalizing the details, he would be able to come out and meet her where she was. She smiled and continued talking to him, "It's a sub-dermal ink that can be reprogrammed to take on whatever shapes you want. Typically, it's more simple things, like swirling yin-yang symbols. But, it can be simple animations keyed over times. Or events. I think they can respond to stimulus, I'm not sure." She thought about it, "two more. We can work out all the details and kinks. Figure out the optimal price point. Do all the business analysis stuff that will have to go on before promoting the new line. And reaching out to interested parties and all that." Anaara glances back at the tattoo artist, "And, we might even think about having staff that could make the vacation memorable. Even send them somewhere before to have work done and somewhere after to have it all removed. Sort of what, happens on the cruise stays on the cruise sort of thing. Or have it built in where there's just a lazy day to get preparations going. There are tons of things to consider." She grinned at Sherman, "Finish it up and get down here. I'll surprise you." She blew him a kiss and then cut the com connection. She glanced back at the artist, giving him a very basic outline of what they were thinking about doing. Furthermore, she checked the local network when deciding where to get any elective work done and this parlor, this artist in particular came back as being highly recommended. Anaara grinned, "So, I want something that's going to surprise my fiancé. Both excite and arouse both him and me. So. What would you recommend?" She listened to him talk, he pulled up hold-vids all of these wild and crazy things, bodies changing, colors, pheromones, biochemical reactions, even piercings that could change size, link together, or become something different during sex or arousal. Anaara thumbed through the images, she liked the idea of her body manifesting its arousal through warmth and color, her entire secondary sexual characteristics would become dark red and flushed. Her nipples would double in size, her womanhood would become extra puffy and lubricated with a warm to the touch aphrodisiac, in addition to glowing a soft pink color as she became aroused, pulsating around her vagina first and her anus secondly. He explained the dose of XXX would make practically everything pleasurable, but she would have to watch becoming addicted do it. He recommended starting off with a 50% bonus increase, then adjusting depending on how much time she was enjoying sex. Furthermore, he said that many of his clients ended up spending too much time in bed, so much that they would have to quit their jobs because they became obsessed with it. Furthermore, he strongly cautioned her to not go over 50% for at least a few weeks after experimenting with it. Furthermore, he showed her how to interact with the nanites he was going to inject into her and what safeguards there were so strangers couldn't hijack them. Right as he was finishing up his work, Sheri tracked her down. She was in the back room and the severely tattooed and pierced woman that barely looked human at the reception desk, said Ankara would be a few more minutes. Sherman contacted the transportation agency and told them that he would take their load. He was told it would take all day tomorrow to load his ship and he would be able to leave tomorrow late in the evening. He would talk it over with Ankara but figured to leave the morning of the following day. Once everything was finalized, he pulled his comm out and contacted transport. He told the driver where to take him and was there in about twenty minutes. He walked into the shop and looked around. He was greeted by the receptionist who looked like she spent her entire salary on alterations every week. When he inquired about Ankara, she informed him that she was finishing up and would be done in a little bit. Sherman took a look around the shop to see what was available. He was amazed at all the things people could and had done to their bodies. He was curious as to what he would be able to do on the ship. The alterations would be easy enough, but the tattoos and the piercings, they would need a specialist. The other option was to arrange for the alterations that couldn't be done on the ship, be done the day before they leave. He would have to see how the body alterations on his ship would react to the body changes. He wondered if Ankara wanted him to get any alterations. They had one more day, and depending on how much she spent, they might have enough left over for him to change anything. But that wasn't his concern right now, he was anticipating what she was going to have done/look like now. She winced as he finished programming the nanites and then injected them directly into her hip. He ran a few sensors to make sure everything was taking hold as planned. He even took a blood sample to insure there were no problems. The body-artist thought about it for a second, "Let's see. There are a few more things I can recommend that. If everything pans out like you think it will, I can recommend. We can give a Snapshot wherever you would like. It, makes it much more sensitive. And it can also change its density. Making it thicker and feel different, for example. It's usually temporary for only a few days, but I can link it to the nanites. To make it permanent if you'd like." He tapped the needle, a bright glowing orange solution dribbled out, "For example, on the back of your throat and the tip of your tongue. And even nipples. Or directly on your clit. Or wherever you wanted a sensation boost." He laughed, "Just be careful you don't over do it." He showed her how it was controllable on her come unit, exactly where it was and what she could change. The artist thumbed through the standard ink packages, she liked one that showed a planet with a sun rising behind it. Inside the planet was a butterfly that flapped its wings. With another click, the ink was transferred to her skin. A few more clicks and the color appeared in the proper places. "Remember, these can be changed as well, although the art is usually a few credits. I put a few on your com unit for you." Anaara thought for a second, grabbing her comm and dialing down the additional stimulus from the XXX down to 25%. "Yeah, I'd like my first experience I can remember to be. Wildly explosive." He grinned and put the tip on her lips, clicking once on the bottom and once on the top. Her lips stiffened slightly and became just a tad more puffy. He next went to her tongue and gave her another click, then the spongy part on the back of her throat. All of these injections was causing her areolas to glow a soft warm blue, that was barely apparent through her top. He double-checked and made sure she wasn't chickening out, and she agreed to continue. He next injected her nipples with 2 doses each, and lastly her clit got the last injection of the tool. Furthermore, he discarded the spent tool in the trash receptacle. Anaara moaned and whimpered softly, the colors slowly changing from a dull blue to a bright blue. Her womanhood was glowing with a dull pink color. As he finished the last injection it momentarily flashed, her nipples followed, a sweet orgasm unlike anything she could remember rolled through her body. The sensations were wonderful, she tensed up and closed her eyes. She could practically imagine all the nerves getting turned on and driven wild by the injections and her modifications, after a few minutes they slowly died down and returned to normal. She had puffier lips and her nipples were larger and harder. Besides that she looked much the same for now. She paid for the transaction, giving him a 20% tip. She had less than 50 credits left. She put her clothes back on, adjusted herself, then went out to see Sherman. Furthermore, she seemed to have a larger bounce in her step, both her chest and nipples looked larger. Her nipples practically pierced her blouse. Anaara smiled when she saw him, "I ended up with a few things. I think you'll like them. They sell templates to clothes for real cheap. I just want basic ones, I don't care if their trendy. Each template for a base is only 5 or 10 credits. I should be able to get all the templates I like." She walked with him down the road to a storefront that had cut-rate wares with hold screens. "Replace your whole wardrobe for only 50 credits!" She grinned, "We have exactly 53 credits left on this card. Hopefully I can select curvaceous humanoid to customize the templates a little bit." The technology was so easy to use that Ankara was becoming a natural. There was a VR construct that introduced itself and said they had amazing sales, instead of 500 credits, last year's templates were selling for only 50! After selecting woman, humanoid, she then selected businesswoman and vixen. The construct selected half of the templates from each category, let her preview them, and transferred them to her come unit after the transaction was complete. Sherman watched her come out. She was glowing. She looked absolutely radiant. After she paid, Sherman came up beside her and asked "Was it cold in there or are you just happy to see me?" indicating her hard nipples. "I hope I get a chance to see everything you purchased."" Fifty credits, huh? I expect you spent the credit well. If we can replicate the clothes on the ship, then you will be able to alter the design and colors." He waited as she went through the different styles of dress. No matter what, she was a woman and women liked to clothe shop. He knew though that if he were patient, he would be out of the clothes store, and they would be able to enjoy the rest of the evening." So in your studies have you found any food you would be interested in eating?" He had a few of his favorite places to eat here, but he knew that a lot of this would be new to her and wanted to afford her the opportunity to choose. Ankara taps her own nipples, noticing how they're larger, "What can I say, I'm a sensitive girl. Yeah, I don't mind sharing at all." She nodded, "We should be able to. It looks like there are standardized templates. They were talking about different specifications, I just went with the most generic." She shrugged." I haven't had a chance to look at the food yet. But." She smiles, "Hamm. I still like the impress me idea. Impress me with listening to what I have to say. With your knowledge. With your heart. With your affection and love. Try to woo me and my tummy." She grins. He nodded. "I think I have the perfect restaurant." He led her out of the shop and to transport. "The Green Tea Room." Its specialty was Chinese, but they did a little of everything well. During the ride, Sherman asked how everything went, asking about how it felt to get everything done. He asked if she thought she was going to want anything more. He told her the details of the cargo load. Furthermore, he told her they had ten days to get the cargo there, but it would only be a 7-8 day journey, depending on any issues they might face along the way. Furthermore, he had received half of the payment up front, and he would receive the rest when he arrived at Saxon. When they arrived to the restaurant, it was elegantly decorated. The green awning flanked by curtains of the same color. A door man stood outside dressed in the traditional Chinese clothes. He greeted them in Chinese and held the door for them. The inside was ostentatiously decorated with lots of jade statues, Chinese paintings and tapestry. "They serve a variety of food, so don't let the decor fool you," Sherman reassured her. He asked for a secluded table for two and a nice bottle of wine. The matre'd took them to their table and showed them the menu. It was a digital screen with lists of different types of food." Are you impressed yet?" She looked around at the decor. She's like a giddy school child looking at all the reproductions and recreations. Furthermore, she remembers some of it, but only is vaguely aware of it, she doesn't remember, where she remembers it from. Anaara grins, "I like how everything looks. And, I always like a good drink." She looked through the menu, picking something that looked sweet and tangy. She just picked based on the pictures." It's weird. I have like. Memories that seem more like impressions. Not, specific like what I have had with you over the last few days. I guess that's how I can talk and. Everything." She moves closer towards him, "What world. Did you find me on. You said I was injured, right? What. Did you find me in distress? Did you. Are there logs of everything. The distress call you heard. The scene you found. How you rescued me. Did it take weeks or months to recover?" She grins, "As you can tell. I have a few questions." Anaara stands up and moves closer to him, sitting on his lap, "This will just take a minute. I need to check. Our compatibility." She grins then moves in closer for an amazing and astonishing first kiss. She hopes it curls her toes and causes butterflies in her stomach. Sherman looked a little concerned as she asked questions about her past. "It's like I told you when we when you first woke up, I followed your distress beacon to your ship. You were the only survivor that I could detect, but I know that there were more people on board at one point. I do have the logs, but there was no video. I wasn't really concerned with that at the time. Furthermore, I was more focused on rescuing you and getting out of there before the ship blew or, if you were attacked, before those that did attack you returned." This was mostly true. He had picked up their distress beacon, and he did want to get out of there as fast as possible. He did not know why the ship had crashed, but he did not stick around long enough to find out. Furthermore, he made sure to alter the logs as they came in, just in case she ever got curious and wanted to know. After all they had gone through, he now was embarrassed about the lie. He hoped one day, somehow, it would all be forgiven or forgotten." I'll show you where the records are kept in the ship database, if you want to look through them." His mouth and become dry with the fact that he had to lie to her about this. But it is this point, he really felt he did not have any choice. He let Ankara order, and then ordered some spicy chicken for himself. His eyes grew wide when she came over and sat on his lap. He did his best to limit his arousal, but he was not completely effective. As she leaned in for a kiss, he wrapped his arms around her waist holding her to him, and he gently pressed his lips to hers. He kissed her with his mouth closed for a couple seconds before opening his mouth against hers, rubbing his lips across her soft, supple lips. His tongue lightly traced across the grooves that made up her lips. Feeling their size and texture. He did not force his tongue into her mouth, just slightly traced the outline of her lips. His hands began to slide over her back gently caressing her beautiful body. After a few soft kisses back she moved her hand onto his leg, then held him in a close embrace, pressing herself against him. "I knew I could trust you. I always had doubts but deep down I know you're a good person. That's why I like you." Her nanites were going crazy and working overtime. She felt her body tense up felt herself getting aroused and even wet. She giggled as her kiss with him was delicious. She squeezed him, then slowly stood up and went back to her seat. Anaara grinned as the wine was poured and took a small cup. She didn't remember drinking wine very much and didn't like the first one. She loved the second one they brought out though, it was both fruity and strong. She smiles, "So, woo me like I'm your girlfriend and. If things go well you want to marry me. Settle down. And make a multibillion credit business with me." She taps the com unit, adjusting the settings on the nanites she injected earlier to lower their rates from 50% down to 10%. Between that and the sense shots she was starting to tremble a little in her seat, which is why she made the adjustment. The clothes on her skin was causing her to blush slightly. As she put her hand on his leg he couldn't help but feel himself start to harden even more. He enjoyed the feel of her large breasts pressed against him and was sad when the embrace was over. As she said the words, he felt guilt rise within himself. He decided then that he would do whatever he could to make it up to her, even if she never found out the truth. He enjoyed the wine and chatted for a bit. "Woo you, huh? I think I can do that. After dinner, we can catch an early show at the theater, though I don't know what they are showing, I have never been disappointed. That should let out around 9:30, and then we can have a nice walk down the Boardwalk, and we can either head back to the hotel room, or we can go to a club. There are also some nice lounges where we can sit, talk and have a drink or two. After that..." he paused with a smile, "We will see." He raised his glass to her, "To the start of a multibillion credit business." Not long after, there food arrived, his was delicious, as usual. "How is your dinner?" She grinned as she ate her meal, "Yeah, it's certainly scrumptious." Anaara flashes a smile, "Ok, that sounds like a good start. Dinner. A show at the theater. A walk down Boardwalk. And then a trendy, sexy club." She grins, "Now that's a complete evening." She smiles and looks at him, "So, you're busy with work. Is that why you never you know, settled down and started a family? What makes Sherman tick?" The thought of a family never really appealed to Sherman. "I never really wanted a family. In my line of business, I don't meet a lot of women. At least not ones that want something other than sex. But that suits my needs too. I'm a transporter, so I may see one world four times in a quarter year and then not see it again for a few years. Not really conducive to starting a family. So I never made any attachments, nor tried to. I wasn't looking for a partner, I was just trying to make enough money to live the later years of my life on a beach surrounded by beautiful people." He took the last few bites of his dish and polished off the last of his wine." When I rescued you, I didn't expect you would be interested in getting into business with me. I thought you would want to return to your people. I am glad it has worked out the way it has. Furthermore, I'm looking forward to working with you."" What makes me tick? I think I'm an average man. I like sports, movies and sex. Furthermore, I focus on work as much as possible. Furthermore, I try to make as many runs as possible with the largest profit as possible. Anything specific you want to know?" She nods, taking a few bites and deliberately chewing as she looks at him. "I'll be honest. When I first met you. I didn't trust you. Slowly as you nurtured me back to health. And indulged on my wild imagination I began to trust you more and more." Anaara takes a sip of the wine, "But, you wouldn't want to be in the trader business forever, would you?" She smiles warmly, "I mean can you see yourself in older age still piloting a huge transporter?" She shrugs, "Maybe you can. Hopefully the Pleasure Cruise can be fully developed. And, will end up making tons more than it costs." She grins, "Well, you could tell me if it's tons being the mathematical person and all. I'll be the dreamer and the planner. You can be the more practical one." She giggled.

The Future is Now (Magikal and Ashen Phoenix)|rating:3.0

New Neighbor Redux (HotTexasCowboy & Shadow Angel)

The moving van appeared early on a Saturday morning. Two Hispanics and a black man opened the rear doors, set up a ramp, and started moving in boxes and plastic wrapped furniture in through the open garage and the front door. Before long, another car drove up and another black man got out to help and direct the others on where things should go. The newcomer was taller than the other workers, and his body seemed almost overly fit even for such a physical job. His handsome features were topped by close-cut black hair, but was otherwise clean-shaven. At a break, the other three men sat down in the shade and sipped soft drinks, while the newcomer took a leisurely walk around the house, carefully gazing at the walls, windows, garden plots and fences. The house was not unknown to him; he had been here before, toured it, considered the neighborhood, and studied its history. There was more to him than his appearance; he was a careful researcher. At one point, a neighbor's young boy stepped up to the lower rung of their mutual fence and shouted across in the excitement of an otherwise typical weekend day. "Hey, Mister," the boy asked, "Do you know who's moving in here?" The man smiled. "I do," he answered with a playful tone. "It's me. I'm the one moving in." The boy looked surprised. "You? But you're a negro!" he said, as if stating something profound. So far, all his friends and neighbors had been other whites. "Hey, you got any kids?" came the next question, getting, for an eleven-year-old boy, to the heart of things. The newcomer shook his head sadly. "'Fried not, neighbor. It'll be just me, but maybe we'll see if something can be done about that." He grinned and winked and moved on about his inspection. By late that afternoon, Garrett Looms was sweating as much as the movers. It wasn't like him not to pitch in to physical labor, and he had some furniture pieces he wanted to be sure weren't damaged in the move. At three, he'd opened his shirt, revealing the strongly-toned pecs and hard, lean stomach of an athlete, which he had been. At six-two, some of his teammates had labeled him "Giant", but as a tight end, his height and conditioning had served him well. He had earned good money in a six-year career, but what few of his colleagues in pro football knew was that, in the off-season, he labored at his manual typewriter, tapping out pages of his first novel. The mystery, set in the locker rooms and managerial suites of pro sports, reeked with authenticity and originality, and had been a modest hit. The fact that his 'hero' was a black man on the team, dealing with the pressures of the game and random encounters of racism only added to the novel's appeal. Looms had written one sequel and was at work on a third. Professional sports and a writing career let him look for nicer digs, and he'd always wanted a nice house in a nice neighborhood, with room for some gardening and maybe one of those hot tub thingies. His Alabama accent was still pretty strong, but he had taken his education seriously, at his widowed (and now passed) mother's constant insistence. By five, the movers were done, the truck loaded up and driven away. Garrett was left to unpack boxes and set up the house as he wanted. He designed one bedroom as his writing center, with a desk for his typing and several bookshelves of research. On the second floor, it looked out into his backyard, where he hoped he'd enjoy the view of a garden to come. It also peeked over the fence on both sides. While he hadn't met any neighbors, he figured the curious boy next door would be spreading the word of the new man on the street. Ashley Cartwright was the woman everyone talked about in the supermarket, the woman everyone wanted to be. She'd come from a good family had married young, never had children. It wasn't 'cause she didn't want them; she did, but every time she tried to get pregnant something always went wrong. Then her marriage fell to the wayside. She was now single, loving it to an extent, but she always felt lonely. Baking was what she loved to do; she'd baked a batch of brownies a few hours earlier. Looking out the living room window she noticed lights on in the house across the street. She wanted to be neighborly. Ashley put the brownies in a tightly sealed container, walked across the street, dressed modestly for someone of her stature. She walked up onto the porch, took a deep breath, reached up to knock on the door, knowing this would be the new gossip of the town. But she'd gotten used to the gossip, often ignored it; besides, if he was of color, it wouldn't bother her. The young woman, well, she wasn't that young but young enough, had been raised to believe people were all equal, so skin color and religion were the things she knew not to judge. Garrett had taken a quick shower and put on a pair of running shorts and one of his old football jerseys. He wasn't expecting to go out, nor was he anticipating company. He figured he had enough sandwich material on hand to get through dinner tonight, and then he'd make a run to find a grocery store and stock up in the morning. But a knock on the front door surprised him as he was setting up bookshelves in his writing center. "Hmm," he muttered in curiosity, trotting downstairs and taking a quick look through the front door window to see a fetching white woman waiting. Well, it ain't the Klan, he smiled to himself. He opened the door with his best smile." Well, good evening to you, Ma'am. How do you do? What can I do for you this fine, warm evening?" he greeted her. His Alabama accent was blatant, but no more so than a lot of the residents in the town, he figured. Just more black." It is a nice evening Anyway, I brought you over some brownies. My own recipe, I hope you like them. I'm Ashley, I live next door. Welcome to our town," Ashley said as she placed a strand if hair behind her ear. She could already notice some people staring, but she didn't care. The blond woman was used to the stares, the gossip. She also knew her bubbly personality was a trait some men found very annoying, which is why she hadn't dated in a while. She was about five - four, somewhere in there, but didn't weigh more than 120-135, which made her very petite. As she waited for him to say something she bit her lip, looked down at the floor of the porch, then looked into his eyes. Ashley didn't concern herself with the little details, to her, he was attractive. She missed being with a man. He welcomed her gesture with a wide, friendly smile. "Why thank you, Ashley. I appreciate this, I truly do. My name is Garrett, Garrett Looms. It's great to have a friendly face as my neighbor." He reached for the brownies, realizing he was taller than her, but frankly, he was taller than a lot of people, at six - one. But she had a vivacious air about her, and with her blond hair and nice, petite figure, she was certainly appealing. "These look delicious." He glanced behind him, and also aware of some attention from the windows of other houses on the block." The house is still a bit messy, I'm afraid. I've still got some arranging to do to get fully moved in. But If you can be forgiving, I'd love to share a brownie with you and start getting to know the neighborhood. If you'd be willing to step in for a few minutes..." There was a time, not too long ago, when a black man inviting a white woman alone into his house could get him lynched. In some places, it was still possible. Garrett wasn't trying to start out with controversies, but he did want to be as neighborly as possible if race wasn't a factor. He was fully prepared for her excuses, and would accept them as just the way things were.'' I'd love to come in, it's quite alright; my house isn't too clean either,'' Ashley said as she walked past him, walked inside. She looked around the place, smiled a little, remembering the people that lived in it before they either moved to another town or passed on; she couldn't remember, it'd been awhile. She would let him give her the tour. Furthermore, she closed the door behind her like any good person would, then smiled. Ashley didn't need an excuse, she didn't use racial slurs; she was raised to treat everyone equally. His skin color made him even more attractive to her. When the time came, she would let him know how friendly she could be, but until then she was content with just being his neighbor. The young blond waited for him to say something else. She was admiring how well he looked in his shorts and old jersey, realizing she hadn't given him her full name. ''I'm sorry I forgot to tell you my last name. Ashley. Ashley Cartwright. I think my little brother used to watch you play football on television,'' she said once his name registered. She remembered the phone call from her brother when the man retired from football. Ashley didn't like the sport, didn't really care for it; but, of course, her little brother always confided in her. Shaking her head she pushed all that away, smiled at him, hoping she hadn't come off as too perky or bubbly, 'cause she was a very optimistic person. Ashley had breezed through his door without hesitation, leaving Garrett to make a good-natured shrug and close the door behind them. While she'd been holding out the brownies, he'd noted the lack of a wedding band on her finger, so he figured her for not married. "There's a breakfast nook down the hallway and to the right, next to the kitchen, Miss Cartwright," he said, motioning for her to lead the way. "Although, if you're this friendly with all the neighbors, you've probably been in here more often than I have, with my predecessors." He followed her down the brief corridor, his eyes not being able to resist admiring her feminine sashay of her nicely shaped rear end before him." If your brother knew me in football, he must have followed the game closely," he smiled as he set the brownies on the small round table and pulled out a chair for her. "Or a fan of the Vikings," he added. "I guess football didn't appeal to you so much. That's okay; getting banged around every weekend lost its attraction to me too. Something to drink? I have milk, water, and Coke if you like, or maybe you'd prefer something a bit harder?" He knew there were plenty of Baptists in town, and didn't want to offend her right off the bat if she was down on alcohol." Just call me Ashley, no need to be formal. I've only been in this house twice when, oh shoot, what were names? Oh, right; Lowery. When the Lowery family lived here, now. They were an older couple, though, reminded me of my folks," Ashley said. She thought about it for a moment, having no memory of the last time she had a drink. Well, she remembered, but had made herself forget, as she sat down she smiled. " A beer or whatever you have with alcohol in it. Yeah, he did; so did my dad. Toby called me the day you retired, he was in tears. But enough about my brother; well, I bet you're wondering why I don't have a wedding ring on," she said as she bit her lip and tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear. Ashley had been raised in the church, but she wasn't a baptist. She'd never set foot in a baptist church because, well, she just didn't believe the same stuff they did. Garrett smiled as he reached into the fridge for a couple of cold Old Milwaukee's. That was about all they drank when he was playing in Minnesota, and he'd gotten used to it. Not the cold, though. He'd sworn all through his playing days that when he retired from the game, he was moving to a warm climate back down South. Even if that meant putting up with some attitudes... He wasn't getting any of that from Ashley, however. He grabbed an opener and popped the caps of two bottles, taking down a couple of glasses and pouring them in, careful to avoid too much of a head. Furthermore, he set her glass before her and took his seat opposite her at the small, round breakfast table. "Well, I figured either you'd never been married, or didn't like it when you were," he said lightly to her question about the ring. "Unless there's a more exotic explanation that didn't occur to me, and I figured you'd tell me if it suited you." he finished with a smile. He raised his glass toward her to clink to hers in a light toast. "To new neighbors and good friends," he said, taking a good sip of the brew." So," he began, setting his drink down, "how does my neighbor get through the day without a husband around? Are you working?" This being a Saturday, that was still a possibility during the week. Or she could be living off alimony, you never know. "I'm going to be mostly a homebody. I'm setting up an office upstairs to do what I need doing, and," he waved expansively, "I've got a new house to set up to suit me. I'm considering putting a small pool in the backyard; it's big enough, and I love a good swim to cool off in the afternoon." '' Well I'll be honest with you. I was married, caught my husband cheating on me so we got a divorce. I got the house, the car he basically got nothing. Plus I've got my family's money I can live off of.'' Ashley said as she bit her lip a little then took a sip of her beer she loved the taste of beer, she didn't really want him to know what people thought of her. '' He Cheated on me with a co-worker, tried to say he was sorry we tried to rekindle, but it never worked out. So here I am now as free as a bird, it can get lonely at times, but I figure when the right man comes along I'll know.'' She said as she placed a strand of hair behind her ear, took another sip of her beer she missed being able to talk to somebody like she was talking to Garrett. The blond had never cared what other people thought of her, if they talked about her behind her back she just shrugged it off because she hated gossip especially when it was about her. He listened quietly while she talked about her ex-husband. Much as she tried to shrug it off, he sensed it was still a tender sore for her. He shook his head. "Well, I just met you, but I can't figure any man stupid enough to let a nice lookin' lady like you get away from him, much less playing around on her." He took another sip. "'Course, I've never taken the plunge myself, so maybe I shouldn't say. I had a girl while I was playing, but I guess I couldn't see that she was really an athlete junkie - she dropped me as soon as I told her I was retiring from the game. She liked to follow me around to all the games, home and away, so I was never part of the crowd that treated away games like a free pass to mess around on their women. Not that I think I would have, but who can say when they were never really tempted." He shrugged and grinned. "Hey, not exactly the direction I wanted my first meeting with the neighborhood to go. Tell me about the folks around here. Who should I watch out for?" He smiled to indicate he was kidding - or at least half kidding. '' Thank you, Garrett, I appreciate the compliment, to answer your question you should watch out for quite a few people around here. Especially the ones walking around acting like they own the place, to be honest you're the 1st African American we've had around here. So people are bound to find it entertaining especially the children, if I offended you with that comment I'm sorry.'' Ashley said she'd never actually used the word African American or any racial word for that matter because to her, it didn't make a difference, what she told him was true. The women that walked down the street with their bibles in their hands as if they had just come from a church meeting or bible study were the worst ones, she'd had her share of religious lectures. She was still young not to young though she was around 25 or so but when she'd gotten married she'd been nineteen so when people learned her age seeing as her husband was from there a lot of heads turned, that's when it all started. Garrett smiled and shook his head. "I've already met a youngster from next door. My color was the first thing he mentioned, then he wanted to know if he could play with my kids, if I had any. It was a lot like that where I grew up, about 150 miles from here. The kids played together, until their grownups taught 'em they couldn't like people with a darker tan. And to tell you the truth, I haven't gotten my tongue wrapped around this 'African-American' thing yet. In my town growing up, the polite one's called you black or colored; the ones who didn't care called us darkies, and the mean ones used 'nights' or worse. When I started showing talent on the field, they'd all cheer, no matter what my skin tone." He chuckled at her description of the Baptists. "My mama took me to our black baptist church every Sunday, so I reckon I can trade Bible verses with the best of them. Although I eventually learned that our services tended to be a lot more exciting than the white baptists tended to be. We'd sing and shout and clap and dance to the Lord; I was fourteen when I learned that dancing was supposed to be a sin, and we'd done it during the service every week! These days, my outlook is more of a..." he shrugged, "I guess 'live and let live' attitude. I know I'm lucky, and I give my thanks for that." He took another sip, then found he had to ask something that might put an end to the meeting. "I don't mean to pry, but I have to ask this: Are you happy? I mean, you've spoken about your marriage break-up, and apparently you don't get along with some of the neighbors. You must have good friends, too. What do you do for fun around here?" He paused and extended a hand to touch her lower arm. "If I'm pushing too deep, I apologize, and feel free to ignore me." '' I meant to say colored I'm sorry, yes some of the children around here are very curious. Especially the boy you met earlier, his name is Toby Carter his mother runs the dinner a few miles outside of town. He lives with his grandmother though because his mother didn't want to raise him alone, he has no father. Sorry I'm gossiping myself.'' Ashley said as she finished her beer, shook her head she hated when she talked about people especially when she actually got along with some of them. When he asked her if she was happy she stared at the empty glass in front of her, didn't really smile or frown. '' I guess I'm happy, the only good friends I have don't live around here they live closer to my parents. Last time I saw any of them was at my wedding, most of the people here in town frowned upon it because I was so young by their standards anyway.'' Ashley said shrugging her shoulders as she pushed her glass aside, tried to stay focused, but she just found him so attractive that her thoughts raced as her heart pounded against her chest. Garrett's hand was still on her arm, and now he patted her lightly. "Well, you deserve to have some good friends, and you've got at least one now. You feel free to come by and chat anytime it suits you. I'll be home pretty much all the time, unless I'm on a tour. Guess I didn't mention that: out of football, I've gotten into writing. Working on my third novel at the moment, and I'll be off to promote my second one in a couple of months. So," he smiled, "I work here, live here... I'll be here." He took his last sip and rose, taking both glasses to the sink. "Anything else I can get you?" he asked casually as he was up. "I think I'm going to enjoy this 'being neighborly' thing. Even little Toby Carter was friendly enough, as long as his grandparents let him, I suppose." He was behind her. "I was stacking some books upstairs when you knocked. If you'd like to come up and continue visiting while I get a bit more done, you'd be most welcome company." Part of him suspected he was treading into potentially dangerous waters here, but he did enjoy her presence and was in no hurry to see her gone. '' I'd love to stay a little longer.'' Ashley said as she smiled, stood up. She smoothed out her skirt, placed a strand of hair behind her ear then took his hand into to her own letting him lead the way upstairs. " I dabble in writing myself. I started writing poems when I was thirteen years old, none of them been published or anything but maybe sometime you can read a few of them.'' She said as she caressed his hand with her thumb, she loved how her hands barely fit into his plus they were so warm to the touch. The twenty-something blond hadn't held a man's hand in so long, being alone with one was another thing that hadn't happened in a while either. The idea of him leaving to go on touring for his books tugged at her heart because she wouldn't have anybody to talk to her be around, inside she was pouting. For miss Ashley Cartwright meeting Garrett Looms was fate, it was also love at 1st site because she was falling head over heals for a man she barely knew. "Sure, I'd love to read your poetry," he said sincerely. Good or bad, it was an effort, and he was sure it came from her heart. He motioned to the back stairs that would lead most directly to his workroom, but he was surprised when she slipped her hand into his to let him lead the way. It made him silent, thinking about that small hand within his larger paw, holding him with trust and something... a bit more. He fought the urge to blush and gave her hand a little squeeze, taking her up the stairs, turning right down the corridor, and right into his workroom. They stood in the doorway looking into the small workroom, looking smaller for the piles of books and papers scattered about messily. He pointed with their joined hands to the desk with the standard manual typewriter. "I've written two books so far on that typewriter," he said proudly. "It was my mom's. She typed out the church bulletin every week with carbons to send to the members for an extra nickel a sheet. That was the money that got me school supplies, and sometimes shoes. I'd hear that thing clacking in the living room deep into the night, until I'd finally fall asleep to it. When I got my first pro contract, I bought her a house, free and clear, so she could live in comfort. She only lasted three more years, though." He sighed at the memory, then tentatively released Ashley's hand and stepped over to boxes and stacks of books. Picking up a few at a time, he started putting them on shelves against the wall. "I like all the windows in here. It looks out on the backyard. Once I get the pool in, I plan to have gardens along the fences on either side. I was never much for horticulture, so I've got a lot to learn." He gestured to a comfortable looking office chair at the desk. "Have a seat, won't you? And don't let me do all the talking. Do you swim? You'll be welcome to come take a dip whenever you like." '' Yes I do, as a matter of fact I was on the swim team when I was in school. I could have made a name for myself as a swimmer, but I was in a car accident when I was seventeen, broke my shoulder. If you press down on it hard enough you can feel a screw just under the skin, my mama took pictures. She loved to take pictures of us kids, she would take wedding pictures etc. It's what helped my pa keep the ranch cause when he inherited it from my granddaddy there were a lot of back taxes, unpaid bills. So I guess after my accident I never tried to see if I could swim, when you get your pool put in I'll have to see if I still have the speed.'' Ashley said as she smiled, laid her hands neatly in her lap she'd been raised like a proper lady some would consider her a southern bell because even though she wasn't from the town she lived in now she was still from the south just a few miles south. "Well, you don't have to swim for speed. I just like to take some laps to loosen up and cool off. I've been writing to this company out in Arizona... In our locker room they had this most amazing bathtub that shot hot jets of water out of the sides against your muscles. It relaxed you like nothing I've ever felt before. I'm trying to see if they can build that off of a corner of my pool. It might help your shoulder, like a good massage." He was taking handfuls of books from the boxes and stacks and placing them on shelves as they talked. There were a variety of strange titles, books about gunshot wounds, poisons, autopsy methods, fingerprints, business mergers, legal procedure, all kinds of things. He caught her eyeing some of the titles. "I'm not a serial killer, don't worry," he smiled. "The books I write are mysteries, so I have to bone up on certain subjects." He reached to a shelf and pulled out a title, "Dead Ball." "This was my first one. It takes place on a sports team, involving a team member found in the locker room. My hero is another member of the team, and there's blackmail and team politics, management shenanigans, and such involved. A little racial politics, too, but it's fun, if you like murder mysteries. Got some nice reviews, and the publishers pushed me for more. The next one comes out soon, and I'm working on a third." He offered the book to her. "If you're interested, let me know what you think." He finished one box and stood up to stretch. He slipped around behind her chair and his hands went to her shoulders. "I learned a bit about massage in my career, too. Your shoulder bothering you?" His fingers dug into her shoulders and neck skillfully, easing her muscles and making her head loll. '' I like a good book, are you sure you want me as a critic? '' Ashley asked laughing as she took the book from him, when he started massaging her shoulder every train of thought she had at that moment was gone. Her shoulder wasn't really bothering her it had been eight years, but there were times when it would hurt a little mostly because of the screw that had been put in to keep all the bones together, just his hands on her shoulder made her feel perfect. She hadn't dated or been with anyone since her divorce, she'd gotten married in 1961 but got divorced in either 1962 or 1963 she couldn't remember, but it didn't matter. '' So I'm sure you would like to know more about me. Like where I come from, stuff like that.'' Ashley said as she laughed a little, but the massage felt perfect, she had to admit he had more skill than any doctor she'd ever been to. "In time," he said lightly, his hands concentrating on making her feel relaxed and happy. "In due time, I hope to learn all about you, and let you find out all you want about me." It felt to have his hands on a woman again. His breakup eight months had been a shock, and he'd thrown himself into setting up his life post-football. "But I suppose what I most want to know is why a sweet, lovely lady like you hasn't found another man since your divorce. I know he must have hurt you, but you're too fine a catch not to attract someone new." There was also the enjoyment of the fact that, as he stood behind her and leaned over her from above, he could catch a glimpse of her cleavage looking down the open collar of her blouse. '' Well I guess you could say Once bitten twice shy. I was bitten once, I guess I was just afraid of the same thing happening all over again. '' Ashley said as she bit her lip the massage felt perfect, she was really relaxing. Something about him made her start to think that maybe she had waited long enough, maybe he was the one for her, but he hadn't been single very long so she was fine with just being friends until he made the 1st move. She was bold, but she wasn't that bold, she didn't want to scare him off on their first meeting she just had a perfect feeling that Garrett was the man she'd been waiting for despite the color of his skin. "Well... it might." His hands continued to knead her shoulders and upper arms. "But it's like picking at a scab, Ashley. It's something you just keep doing, even when you know you shouldn't. We humans are what they call social animals, you know? That means we just got to be with one another. We aren't meant to be alone, even if the scab is still a little tender. It's going to itch, and we're going to try it again. 'Cause the alternative just isn't natural for us." He leaned down, his hands at her arms and room at her shoulder for him to be next to her ear. "Not natural for you, either, Miss Lone Wolf. Nor me, I reckon." His breath was warm at the side of her head, and he realized he relished the closeness. And he found himself thinking that if she turned her head toward him, he'd be temptingly close to her lips... Ashley turned her head toward him as she smiled she liked being called a lone wolf it was better than the other things she had been called, she agreed with everything he said she didn't deny any of it because she believed it was all true. She looked into his eyes his beautiful eyes, found herself lost in them with her lips only an inch away from his she was concerned she might not be able to contain herself. It was in her nature to go for a man that sweet talked her or flirted with her, but she didn't want to come off as desperate or deprived, she longed for companionship again no matter what the risk she was going to take her chances. '' I do declare that your right, I'm willing to take a chance on fate if you are.'' She said as she smiled, waited for him to kiss her because as soon as he did she would be all over him like a dog was all over a bone. For a moment, Garrett hesitated, wondering what the hell he was doing. The first day in a new neighborhood, and he's already making moves on a neighbor, and a white one at that? Am I just inviting a cry of rape and a necktie visit from the Klan? But evidence before him and his own desires was far overriding his hypothetical worries. This woman had developed feelings for him, and he for her. She was inviting his move, and he would not deny either of them. And so his head moved that last couple of inches, reaching her lips with a brushing contact, pausing for a moment for a protest that never appeared, and then pressed again, this time an obvious kiss, gentle but lingering. When he moved back a couple of inches, his eyes studied hers. "I think we're lucky to have found each other, Ashley," he said softly. One of his hands slipped from her shoulder to behind her head, cradling and supporting her as he moved to her lips again, this time the kiss deeper. Ashley kissed him back as smile formed on her face she was very happy that she had found him, she had a feeling it would make people angry with her, but she didn't really care. She stood up, wrapped her arms around his neck as she continued to kiss him there was just something about him that made it feel right to her. It wasn't like she had any reason to go home so she would stay as long as he wanted her to, she just let the kiss linger as she closed her eyes it had been a really long time since she had been kissed well not that long but it sure as heck felt like it. The blond could feel her heart skipping a beat the longer she kissed him, she finally pulled back long enough to take a breath as she looked into his eyes her smile still lingering. '' Is it hot in here or is it just me? '' She asked as she started to unbutton her blouse she felt really hot all of a sudden, wondered if it was just her or if he felt the same way because right now she was sweating like a horse. There could be no doubt now that the attraction was mutual, as was the exploding need. Her kiss matched him and upped the ante on intensity. Together they rose from the chair, moving to fully face one another, so that when her arms wrapped around his neck, his were going around her back and pulling her to him. When she pulled back to take a breath and ask about the heat, he smiled saucily back to her. "Yes, something is hot in here, and it's definitely you," he nodded, letting her see his eyes slide down her body. Her hands slipped off his neck and he had a moment's worry he'd pushed too far, but her fingers started playing with the buttons of her blouse, slowly unbuttoning. His eyes drank in her form as the blouse parted teasingly. Her fingers were more than suggestive, and he wondered how far she was prepared to go." But it does seem pretty warm," he agreed, taking a step back and reaching to the shirt tail of his jersey. The sportswear was comfortable enough to slip easily up and over his head, leaving him bare-chested before her. There was a trace of wiry hair on his muscular torso, his stomach lean and flat with pronounced ab muscles. "Do you think that will make it any cooler?" he grinned to her. "I have my doubts..." His own hands now reached to her blouse, looking in her eyes for any refusal, and ready to resume undoing her buttons as far as they went...(I could use a full description of what she is wearing, outer and underwear. Remember, he was in running shorts and football jersey to start with, and a pair of jockey underwear, with socks and tennis shoes.) Ashley's outfit consisted of a jean skirt a red bra, matching panties, her blouse was white, but it wasn't seen through. She watched his every move as she slid off her sandals, stood before him in her bare feet as she placed her hands on his chest. '' I'm not really sure, but I feel a little cooler already how about you? '' She asked as she chewed on her lower lip, looked up into his eyes she noticed the lonely chest hair, but she thought it was very cute. Ashley had no regrets, she had no reason to refuse him she had been alone for way to long it was time to finally let a man back into her life. Her life was finally looking better, she looked forward to a life with someone that would love her, never cheat on her. He smiled as he felt her hands on his chest, her fingers teasing the hairs while her palms glided over the pronounced muscles. His own fingers continued to unbutton down her white blouse, the flaps separating as he progressed to reveal hints of her deep red bra, her compressed flesh looking as they yearned to break free. "Actually," he smiled down to her, "I think things are just starting to heat up." Reaching the last button, he tugged the tails free of her waistband, baring her lean belly to his eyes. His hands went to her waist, lightly rubbing up and down before sliding around her to the small of her back, boldly pressing her body against his. Her body did feel warm against him, but his attention was only on her lips, as he leaned down to repeat their earlier kiss, only this time more deeply. He held their clinch for a long time, his nostrils flaring with desire as the kiss lasted and deepened and grew more aggressive. When they finally parted, his hands had drifted down to mold to the cheeks of her ass within her denim skirt. "You taste good," he grinned softly to her, "like a mint julep." His thumbs played with the waistline of her skirt. ((IOC: Sorry it's short, that I took so long to reply. Life kind of got in the way for a little while lol.)) Ashley smiled as all this happened her heart jumped, it hadn't jumped like this in a really long time. As he complimented her, told her she tasted good her smile only widened but no one had ever told her she tasted like an alcoholic beverage before, but she wasn't complaining. She chewed on her lip as she felt his hands mold the cheeks of her ass as she watched him play with the waistline of her skirt, she was a little nervous because it would be her 1st time since her divorce. Of course, she wasn't a virgin, but she hadn't been with anyone else, to finally find someone that she could tell would love her no matter what it was exciting she was already showing signs of wanting him. Fast, he thought; it's moving so fast. Just moved in, just met her this afternoon, but he had not desired to stop, or even slow down. The attraction was real, was heavy and passionate, for both of them. And there seemed little doubt about where this was heading. His hands held her waist, running lightly around the band of her skirt, until they found the catch. He easily undid the button and found the clasp of the zipper, pulling it down as the waistband loosened around her waist. It was so easy now to slide it down her thighs, until it fell loose about her ankles. Now his hands could ride down over her panties-covered ass, his fingertips slipping to the bare backs of her thighs, teasing and rubbing. He continued to draw her near, into the embrace of his arms, to meet his every-more-boldly insistent lips. Her open blouse and the lowered skirt left her exposed in matching bra and panties, deep red fabric arresting attention against her pale white skin. He relished the sensation of her bosom pressed to his chest, and their bare bellies in contact as the embrace deepened. Unable to stop himself, his hands braced the small of her back as he dipped down, his lips trailing down her chin and neck to her chest, raining kisses over the swells of her breasts as they rose with her breaths in the enclosure of her bra cups. He felt his own responses filling the tightness with his jockeys, but his intent was only on inflaming her desires. He bowed her upper body backwards, his lips seeking all the flesh that was offered, eager to find even more. Ashley tilted her head back, moaned she was really glad she had met him. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this good, it all started over her neighborly hospitality. In her head she could imagine what people would say, but she didn't really care, if he loved her that's all that mattered to her. She was falling for him pretty hard, didn't know how to tell him since she'd just met him so she focused on the moment hand. Wrapping a rubber band around her hair so it wasn't in the way she smiled, closed her eyes just so happy to finally have physical contact with someone of the opposite sex. She hoped things really worked out because she could see herself spending the rest of her life with him. Garrett felt her arms rise to adjust her hair. He felt some amazement she could do that in the midst of their moment of passion. His own hands braced her back as he leaned her back to rain kisses over her chest and neck. He raised her back to vertical, moving back to enjoy the taste of her lips. Then he smiled and moved a finger through her hair, playing with the tail that dangled from the rubber band she'd used to organize her hair." I don't..." he began softly, hesitantly, "... You shouldn't think you must let me... us... If you think this is too fast, and want me to back off, I'll understand," he finished, his heart and his loins aching for her even as he let her determine the pace. '' I've been alone for three years, trust me I would certainly let you know if things were moving too fast.'' Ashley said as she smiled, she knew she'd just met him, but she felt she had saved herself long enough, by saved it just meant she'd waited long enough to open up to someone else. She hated being alone, she needed someone to take her for who she was besides she'd always been a fast girl. Or so it was said by the people that thought she didn't belong, she didn't really care she loved the adrenaline rush.

New Neighbor Redux (HotTexasCowboy & Shadow Angel)|rating:4.0

mary.elmwood x Donvoltonus) (( private))

In a room at the back of the auction house was a group of slaves who were either going to be in the fighting ring, mines, human shields aka soldiers without weapons. Being among the group of unwanted she took comfort in the fact that this life was about to end one way or the other. Why fear death when it could be a way out. She looked around the dimly lit room, the lights flickering, the crying people both male and female alike. The door opened and Mary was picked up, unshackled and taken to a warden of the place. She looked at the board to her left, on it was jobs that needed filling, mines and solider were at the top of the list, not a surprise. The woman who was giving assignments seemed to be pleased with her job So much that she looked at Mary and her smile got bigger. "Solider" with one word she had sealed Mary's fate. Mary smirked and started to be led away into the main part of the auction as saw the people in cages, no different from the ones looking at the caged ones and lost it. She had caught the new guards escorting her away off guard. She began to hit, kick and scream at them. Furthermore, she threw one guard into a wall, the next she kicked in the balls. Glaring at the guards coming her way she smirked and charged at them. With shackles hands she used it as a way of blocking and attack towards the men and woman that came at her. She has black hair, blue eyes and an Catholic naked body. Everyone was watching the fight, she was tackled to the floor, her head hitting hard. Dizzy instantly from the pain she was injected with a knock-out drug and dragged to a padded room where she was chained to the wall and left there with the lights off. Blood ran down her face an Ashe hung there in silence. Gaurds were scrambling in the main part of the auction as the men who were injured, wardens calmed customers and made sure the slaves didn't think about a root by having the cages all be electric wired in case someone made a wrong move. RE: The demons slave. ((private))She would hear a laughing voice, speaking into her mind. "I've been watching you for some time little slave..." The world around her seemed to slow to a stop, guards freezing in midswing of their blades, an arrows halting an inch from her head. "Your demise is on its way, so I'll make you the offer to become mine instead." The voice growled, black smoke building up before her, demonic male (NSFW)stepping out from it." Your choice, be mine, or end up dead, where I can claim your soul from hell anyway." He growled deeply, holding out his hand calmly, his mane and tail of fire crackling. "If nothing else I can grant you your dream of traveling, to places you've never even imagined." He grinned. RE: The demons slave. ((private))Mary was dozing off when she heard a voice in her head, she saw that guards had entered, aimed arrows at her. One had sword drawn to hack her to bits after. Looking at the figure before her. A demonic looking horse with red glowing eyes and body. "I have officially lost my mind, this isn't real. You're the spirit of the afterlife, I'm already dead..... There is no way to escape slavery except for death." She said looking at horse figure. When he held his human looking hand and noticed the chains were gone, so was the markings of her time in the prison. She looked at his out reaching hand and saw her palm take it, she had been freed from the shackles. "This place is hell on earth." She said looking up at his face and sighed. "Too bad this is a dream" she said sadly not believing. He grinned. "You'll wish it was." Her wrists and neck would suddenly burn with pain, lines of black runes imprinting like a collar and shackles, the black symbols pulsing red now and then. "Now your servitude is to me!" The ground below them crumbled away into a circle of red, dropping them through a vortex of swirling color, into a world of deep red stone and pits of blazing magma. "Welcome to Hell. The real one." He laughed deeply. She watched him grin, and it sent a shiver down her spine. Her neck and wrists started to burn so hot she swore lava was being put on those places. She watched as her skin burned, some kind of runes were branding themselves into her skin. She held her neck as the burning continued trying to breathe. Once the burning stopped a pulsing began. Tears streamed down her face as her body shook from pain, feeling sick to her stomach. Vomiting the small amount of food she had in her stomach the pulsing kept going. She looked up at the demon and tried to run, life had frozen still but the ground beneath her disappeared completely. Some kind of portal opened beneath them of red lava and stone. The terror kept her from screaming as she was transported against her will to a place when they landed she called hell. She heard his laugh and had to get away. She looked at the boiling pits of magma, the heat of this place was worse than a desert on the driest day. Staggering to stand up she bolted from his side, running as fast as her legs could carry her towards a group of tunnels. Once she got inside though red vines attached themselves to her body from all angles. Struggling to get out she felt vines go around her neck as well the thorns breaking her skin. Her human blood running down her body. "Let me go! I must escape this place" she said struggling, the vines kept coming until she was spread eagle with red vines. "Pitiful human." He chuckled, walking calmly over. "You will die in a place like this without someone to guide and protect you." He calmly drew a blade from thin air, slicing the vines away from her body skillfully. "This place will destroy you if you try to run from me." He smirked. "Even with no walls, this is your prison."" Come with me, we will get you somewhere cooler and clean you up." He said calmly, walking off across the stone towards a castle of black rock in the distance. "Coming? Or would you prefer to roast out here?" Mary fell to the floor or what you could call a floor, hard lava rock. She looked up at the demon standing up looking around at her surrounding. Escape, it was the only thing that mattered. There is no way she could stay in a place like this. She kept her hands busy by braiding her long black hair into a braid as she followed on his heels. It was eerily quiet and being naked she still felt a shiver go down her spine. The small thorns that had pierced her skin all over throbbed, but she could manage it. She touched her neck at the runes that were still there and looked at her wrists, the pulsing was still there but at the moment it didn't hurt. Looking up she stopped a moment looking at the castle before her. "This can't be hell, how would I still be human and not a spirit down here?" She called catching up looking back as all manner of creature looked out of corners, tunnels and in the open. "Because you aren't dead you. I could break your neck and turn you into a succubus right now, but I thought you might wish to retain the ability to concentrate on things other pleasuring cocks." He looked to the side, giving a low, rumbling growl, causing the smaller creatures to retreat into the darkness as they came to the door of his castle. With a wave of his hand to gate opened with a grinding of metal, letting them inside. A woman ran out to greet them, a topless woman in a maid's apron, with a flicking tail, feline ears, and slotted green eyes." Hello master." She said with a low bow, smiling." Hello Nadia, please show my new pet to her room." He turned to look down at Mary. "Do remember that she is a demon, and looks can be deceiving. She's not allowed to kill you, but she is allowed to defend herself. Now follow Nadia, she will quaint you with how things work here." Mary listened as they approached the castle, the iron gates swinging open for them. She heard his words about her still being alive and sighed in relief. A succubus? She had no idea what that was and wasn't sure she wanted to. She jumped when she heard the growl and saw the creatures has gotten really close to her. Furthermore, she wasn't paying attention and ran right into the demons side and gripped him to make sure she didn't fall over. When she saw the girl demon she had to rub her eyes. The green eyes threw her for a loop. She looked at the demons around her and followed the demon woman trying to figure out a way to escape hell "Master has been watching you for some time." She smiled, leading her to a bathroom and sitting her down. "Take off those scraps, so I can clean out the scratches and get you something nicer to wear." She smiled kindly, taking out a cloth and starting to run warm water. "Why was he watching me?" She said looking around the bathroom, it was red stone with a toilet, sink, shower and a stool. She sat on a stool and looked at her body and saw the door was closed but not locked. Hearing the sound of running water reminded her of the auction, the ice-cold hosed showers. The slaves were chained to a hook and bathed, only when they were sold. "Is this really hell?" She asked and looked around the room again. "Yep." She smiled, walking over to clean the scratches gently, her wrists and neck sharing the same markings as Mary now had. "I don't know why master was watching you, it isn't my place to ask." She smiled. "What is your favorite color?" Mary jumped and grabbed her wrist when the cloth touched her skin, she was so tense at the moment her heart was pounding. Hell apparently was a real place, as in real. She was in it, she couldn't breathe, this was the last place she excepted to end up. Hell. She needed a drink or four, was their food? There was water apparently but the thought of serving a demon was almost overwhelming. She saw Nadia's tail and stayed where she was. Was there an escape? She had just been asked her favorite color. Her brain wasn't connecting, she had to get out. How could she? She saw the same runes on Nadia as she had. 'I can't handle this, how am I supposed to handle it.' She thought to herself and released Nadia and just curled up in a ball on the stool. Would she ever see another human being again? The blue sky? Grass? She gripped herself as hard as she could digging her nails into her skin and biting her lip so hard so she wouldn't scream out loud. Surprisingly, Nadia simply hugged her, gently caressing her hair. "Shhh, it's going to take getting used to this. I know how it is when you're new here." She cooed gently. "It's okay, if you learn to be obedient, Master is actually very kind for a demon." Mary jumped again when Nadia touched her and hugged her. Staying in the ball she felt water hit the thorn marks and tried to collect herself. Where did her rebellious spirit go? She had to escape, had to figure out a way to get to the real world. It would take time, she had no idea how much, but she wasn't sure how much. She was naked so as far a (clothes) she didn't know what Nadia was saying. She took the rag from Nadia and cleaned herself trying to figure everything out and went over to the sink and turned on the water and rinsed the rag out, it was soaked with blood, but that didn't bother her, her surrounding did. "Come on, I'll get you something to wear until master desires your company" She smiled, opening a side door to a large walk in closet. "I would obey, then he will be more gentle with you, you know?" She smiled, pulling out a dress. "You won't need undergarments here, no use for them. She looked at the door to the bathroom as Nadia opened a side door. She wanted to flee, her entire body was telling her too. Furthermore, she needed more information, how the runes worked, how to teleport back. Cursing under her breath she followed to a closet. All sorts of clothing was in there, mostly all skimpy dresses and latex bodysuits. She saw the gown that Nadia picked out and put it on. It was odd how it fit her perfectly, a red dress with slits all down the sides, it was seen through. Nadia smiled, looking Mary over. "Hmm, I wish I could have my own fun with you darling, show you how much pleasure demons can give, but master must be the first to claim you. Come with me, you will go to see him." Mary felt herself go tense when Nadia looked her over, if she wanted to run before she did now. What did she want to do? What toys did demons use? Could she get pregnant from a demon male or female? Her stomach twisted in knots, she stood still when Nadia started walking towards some room and took in several deep breathes and knew if she bolted now she would never be unsupervised again. She wasn't sure what demons were capable of. She followed Nadia to a room her heart in her throat, the castle was black walls and red lighting. Furthermore, she wishes she had something black on instead of red. Nadia opened the door for her. "Head right in, Master Darius wants to break you in." Inside was a throne room, the large male demon sitting naked upon a throne, tapping his fingers. "Welcome Mary, it is time to learn your place as one of my sexual playthings." He smiled. Mary looked at Nadia then entered the throne room, she saw Darius sitting on the throne and went as close as she dared which wasn't very far into the room. She felt her body begin to tremble, her fighting spirit wasn't prepared for this. She felt herself begin to breath shorter breaths. Furthermore, she saw him tapping his fingers on his throne and wanted to be back in the bathroom holding herself in a ball. He was so much taller than he was, his eyes captured hers, and it was hard to look away. Did he have a playroom? Was he going to take her right here? She felt herself backing up towards the door, her heart hammering hard in her chest. " I can't do this." She whispered to herself and kept backing up. The door shut behind her, locking her in with him. He snapped his fingers calmly, the runes seeming to gently pull her towards him. "Come along, you cannot fight this, but soon you won't want to." He said calmly, waiting for her to approach him. Hearing the door lock she panicked, she felt the runes tingle and against her will she was pulled towards him. She struggled so hard getting nowhere. She was floating right in front of him, but her body was moving around so much. Furthermore, she started to scream and struggle before him, the dress barely covers her ass, and it rode up exposing her pussy. "No!" She screamed and kept struggling hard against the pulling. She felt the runes start to burn the more she struggled "If you cease struggling, the pain will stop." He said calmly as he walked over, caressing a finger slowly over her exposed pussy. "Now then, I'm going to warm you up to this idea." He smirked, caressing her clit, working his thick pinkie finger slowly into her slit. Mary kept struggling then when his hands were put on her body. He touched her pussy and she came immediately. The runes glowed red with her heartbeat. When he touched her pussy, she felt him caress her clit. She felt a coldness draining into her, when she struggled a moment her runes warmed her skin. "Why me?"'she said as he kept rubbing her He laughed as she came. "Because under all that fire is an obedient toy just waiting to be freed. You fight out of fear, it's what gives you strength. But soon you're going to realize there isn't anything left to fear. If you obey there will always be a soft bed and hot food." He smiled, working his finger inside her. "You see, your whole guise is irrelevant now, there is nobody left to see you wear it. I see right through your very soul." Mary looked at the demon knowing very deep down he was right. She lowered her head and screamed as he fingered her. "My body was trained to respond this way, I don't have a choice" she said and refused to look at him. She felt the runes draining her strength. Her body pulsed from the heat of the runes. "My mask is not misplaced! I will figure out how to escape" she snarled at him and started to really struggle against his finger in her pussy. He simply ignored her, working his finger fully inside of her. "That is fine, you will not be the first I've had to break." He grinned, working a second finger inside of her. "Soon enough you will beg to swallow my cock, and be allowed to pleasure your King." "What happened to your previous slaves?" She asked as her body responded to his touch, her nipples were hard, her cheeks were flushed, the runes started to really burn in her skin. She looked at his pants and frozen when she saw his bulge. It was massive, she knew the human female vagina was made to stretch, but there was no way he would fit." No, stop! I don't want this" she said beginning to lose more and more of her strength. Her body was leaking so much cum she wasn't sure if she could make enough lube to support his size. The runes started to make her bleed slightly. She looked at her hands willing them to move. She closed her eyes trying to center herself, calming her body and felt her left-hand moving. Furthermore, she had to escape, she had to figure out a way out of hell itself.' He slid his fingers out, unzipping his pants to draw out his hulking dick. "My other slaves have become happy little toys. Just as you will soon enough." He smirked, rubbing his thick cock head against her lower lips, her body force to float lower now. Mary began to struggle again as he pulled out his cock. "How can your cock fit?" She asked, and the runes pulsed as her body produced more and more lube. The dress riding up more exposing her stomach. Feeling him rub his cock on her lower lips the runes made her body respond. She came so hard she saw stars. Moaning as her body fought her mind for control. Her body was lowering itself on his cock. "No.... It won't fit inside of me." She said groaning as he kept lowering her. Pressure in her vagina began to build as he kept rubbing. When his precut hit her vagina her body responded by squirting, the runes began to pulse so hard her skin turned red as she screamed so loud. Tears ran down her face and her head lowered in exhaustion He chuckled, slowly pushing the head of his cock inside of her, stretching her body with surprising ease, spreading her open. "Do you see how much pleasure and lust have built themselves up inside you? You need a powerful male to sate the lusts of your body. And if you're good I'll offer you a chance to live your dreams of traveling. Mary screamed as his cock entered her body, she started struggling again, she almost passed out from the pain and her own panic. "No!" She said firmly. "You're lying" she said and felt his cock pulse in excitement and felt herself soak even more. Her nipples had gotten hard and were growing more. She lowered her head and gave up. She thought if she gave in it would end faster. Furthermore, she stopped struggling, the runes pulsing red burning her skin. The runes stopped, pulsing blue as she stopped fighting, pulsing pleasure through her body as he slowly rocked his member slowly inside of her. "That's it, just relax and enjoy it, obedience is pleasure." Mary felt the runes change she looked at them. She felt pleasure run through her body. Moaning as his cock went all the way inside, it rubbed against her g spot and squeezed it. She felt such a turn on from her body being trained she felt like she was going to pee herself. He kept rocking her body up and down, and she felt a lot of liquid release, it was clear though. Her head began to swim as her body kept building up in pressure then releasing. She almost couldn't keep herself awake. He smiled, slowly inching his length deeper, wrapping his hands around her waist as the physical force holding her was released, allowing her arms to move freely. Soon he was six inches into her, still methodical rocking his hips, burning eyes watching her. "Isn't this far better than freedom?" Mary was exhausted and fell on him, she didn't care. He has control over her body like no one else. The runes had been something she hadn't ever seen coming, also being a slave to a person who ruled hell. She felt his cock go deeper in her body and kept coming. A demon was having sex with her, she was in hell and had been taken care of by another demon. How was she going to wrap her brain around what was happening. She curled into his chest not wanting to look at him, she wanted to sink into herself to save her sanity and figure a way out. If she couldn't get out of hell, would she come right back if she killed herself? She listened to his question and didn't reply at first. "This isn't my world, humans don't belong here." She answered, and her body shook as she came. He laughed, bouncing her on his cock. "Well you won't stay human forever, soon changes will set in, and you'll be like Nadia, a half demon, corrupted by this world and it's pleasures." He thrust deeply, his cock rubbing against her cervix. "You come to love serving me, be glad you're not the slave of demons who kill for their pleasure." His words didn't sink in as his cock did. She would look different, ears, tail, those eyes. She felt herself go cold, she couldn't breathe. Furthermore, she looked at her skin and had seen, and it hard started to turn into a reddish color. Furthermore, she wanted to panic and vomit all at the same time. Furthermore, she didn't care about the sex at the moment, she was going to change. Furthermore, she looked at her black hair and bit her lip until it bleed. Furthermore, she bit threw the muscle and blood started to run down her chin. "I wonder what you'll turn into?" He laughed pushing slowly into her womb. "The new form always matches the human soul." He thrust faster, leaning in and licking the blood from her chin. Mary squeezed her eyes shut staying completely quiet she started panting as he thrust harder and harder. She was going to change into something else, how would her body look? Was Nadia once human too? The want for food had disappeared, it would probably speed up the process of the coming change. She jumped when he licked her, his saliva thick on her chin. The sound healed itself, she stilled. If he cut her skin and wanted to keep her from bleeding out he could heal it. She wanted to cry, to be alone feeling, so scatterbrained from the news of the change that stirred in her. She had to get out, she flexed her hands feeling the weakness in them and knew if she attacked now she would just be restrained by the runes. He growled, thick ropes of black seed spilling into her womb along with potent pulses of pleasure from the runes, forcing her to enjoy the climax as demonic energy seeped from his seed into her as well as addictive compounds. "Soon you will crave the honor of pleasuring your master." He grinned, sliding his still hard length out of her and setting her down. DonVoltonus said: He growled, thick ropes of black seed spilling into her womb along with potent pulses of pleasure from the runes, forcing her to enjoy the climax as demonic energy seeped from his seed into her as well as addictive compounds. "Soon you will crave the honor of pleasuring your master." He grinned, sliding his still hard length out of her and setting her down. Click to expand... Mary felt his cock grow in her, and she felt a panic the he came. What if she had a demon baby? When he put her down she put her knees to her chest head bowed down. She felt his cum leaking out and it was all completely black. She touched her ears and felt they were normal at least for now. She watched in horror as the black goo exited her womb. Furthermore, she felt pleasure from the sex, she curled herself more and tried not to cry. Furthermore, she had her hair in her hands missing the blonde hair already. He crouched down. "As you've been such a good girl, I think you deserve a reward. Is there an item you would enjoy having from the human world? I can get you anything you enjoy." He grinned. Mary blinked but kept her head down, she imaged him in a bookstore waiting in line to buy books, elevator music playing. He gets to the counter and the cashier asked if it was a gift, he said yes, and she asked who.' Oh, my slave who I kidnapped from the human world to become my sex slave who will turn into a demon' the thought almost brought a smile to her lips. Would she want anything from the world that she was about to not be a part of? Would it be a way to cling to her humanity. Her fighting spirit was loosing its mojo." The hunger games book" she said without thinking. She almost regretted talking, her voice didn't sound right was that too going to change. She felt the heat coming from his body and felt so cold from the shock. Furthermore, she wanted to be alone, to weep for herself as a human, for her slavery, for the earth she probably was never going to see again freely. "Books, hmm?" He responded calmly, pulling a large rope hanging by his throne, a clear tone ringing out, Nadia walking inside. "I'll send one of the succubi to retrieve what you desire, but for now Nadia will show you the library." Nadia smiled, walking over to help her up gently. "MMM, as you wish master." She purred, trying to help Mark to her feet. Mary's skin crawled as Nadia helped her, quickly taking her hand away. She was still in the dress and pulled it down over herself. Black seed still coming out of her which she wanted a shower. She followed slowly behind Nadia as she walked. Her pussy had been stretched so much, she was glad the female body was made to do that. She stopped before the doors still trying to not have s mental breakdown. She glanced at the books in the room and it looked amazingly wonderful. All human bound books, a world she wasn't a part of anymore. She looked at the rows upon rows of books and wanted to get lost in the world of it all. She had really wanted a teddy bear, but books were her second want. Furthermore, she nodded to Nadia standing next to the doors of the library feeling so much emotion after the sex that nothing else could compare. Nadia smiled. "The first rows are human written books, I can't make heads or tails of me, but I suppose you know how to read?" She shrugged. "The stuff in back is written in Underscript, but it shouldn't be hard to learn when the change is fully complete. "Thank you" was all she could say. She couldn't believe her body was going to change. Would her personality change as well. She felt her skin crawl and knew she needed to leave this hell. She stood next to the door still not even looking at the books and hugged herself Nadia gently hugged her, smiling. "Still worried about your transformation, huh? Wanting to flee and go back to the human world, and I right?" She asked gently. Mary tensed when she was hugged but pushed Nadia away. "Please don't touch me" she said and hugged herself. Nadia was no friend, she had no friends, forever alone in the world. Looking at the doors she wanted a shower and a long hard cry alone. How was she going to adjust, would the transformation kill her? Would the food and water make it progress quicker "Oh come on now, this isn't some horrible thing really." She rolled her eyes. "Ugh, was I really this stubborn when I was turning? I can't imagine I was, living her is just so wonderful!" "I want to be alone, either I'll stay here or take me to where I'll be staying. Do not belittle my feelings or worries Nadia" she snapped at her fiery side coming back. She smirked. "What are you going to do if I do? You're really worrying about nothing, the transformation is just wonderful. "Your no longer human so how would you know." She snapped and left the library passing the throne room, needing space. She went to the bathroom and went into the shower and turned on the hot water, took the soap and a shower scrubby and washed her skin until it stung. Furthermore, she made sure to get all the black goo out of her womb and tried not to vomit in the process. The water helped clear her head and she soaked up the water, drinking it too thirsty. There soon came a knock on the door. "Hellooooo? Please don't go running off like that, some of the rooms here are really dangerous to human." "I know, that's the reason I made sure I went to the right room. I followed the path." She said and stayed under the spray for a good hour almost falling asleep. Her skin was bright red, she had locked the door to the room and towered off but sat down on the chair for a makeup area. She laid her head on the counter and fell asleep wrapped in s towel Sylvia sighed, picking the lock with a clawed finger. When Mary woke up she would find herself in a nice bed, Nadia asleep in a curled up ball on the other side of the bed, purring. Mary hadn't slept in a bed before, she didn't wake up until sometime later and didn't want to see what had changed, she was going to refuse to look in a mirror for a while. She forced herself to go back asleep wishing she was back in the human world When she next woke Nadia had rolled over and snuggled up to her, snoring gently, just like any normal housecoat. Mary woke up to Nadia sleeping next to her, she was in a bed instead of in the bathroom. She went a stirring inside her and suddenly became so horny it hurt. Her nipples free hard, her pussy had soaked with heartbeat racing. She thought of Darius and couldn't get him out of her head. She looked at the runes seeing them pulse and kept ignoring it. Feeling her body get up on its own without walking Nadia. She hadn't noticed her blonde hair had turned blue overnight. Walking to the throne room she restarted for long, so her body began to shake. She entered the room not seeing him there and got as far as the throne before collapsing in agony as she held her pussy crying out as her vision turned red from this new lust. "Make it stop" she called out as she curled into a ball. She was able to stand up somehow and walked over to a room opening the door. She almost screamed at the torture room in front of her. Whips with knifes, dildos as long as her arm, fuck machines, a rack, a water wheel with restraints on it. Different tables with different positions for keeping the victim in place. She crawled to where the dildos were and started to fuck her pussy trying to get relief finding none. She kept going harder and harder trying to cum as much as possible but nothing helped. A deep laugh came from behind her. "Sorry my pet, but that will not help you. Darius said from behind her, brandishing his thick cock. "Until you are fully submitted to your demon lord, and your transformation is complete, only your master's cum will relieve your desires." Mary turned to see Darius standing there and felt the runes turn blue causing the pain to get worse. Tears were streaming down her face and she climbed up on a table where she began to really pump the dildo in and out so hard her hand blurred. Nothing helped, she twisted her nipples and grabbed a dagger that was on the table and sliced her skin near her neck and nothing helped. She collapsed on the table and was panting so loudly covered in sweat. "Make it stop" she said her feet were in line with the buckles on the table, and so were her hands. She didn't realize she was in the position too tired to move but in so much agony. He smirked, flicking a hidden switch on the table, the bounds magically whipping up around her wrists and ankles and pulling her spread. "Are you trying to slit your throat already, or are you turned on by knife play? He smiled, picking up the blade. She cried out as the table magically bound her tightly to the table, her breasts wiggling as she struggled. She moved her pelvis up and cried out. Furthermore, she noticed her hair had turned blue and paled. ""My hair turned blue! " Shocked, but the need for sex was overwhelming. "Make it stop please Darius. Just make this pain go away." She begged looking at him then felt the blood running down her neck. "I like knife play" she said blushing and felt her body cum again He chuckled, easily thrusting his length into her, teasing the blade's tip along the flesh of her breasts, leaving tiny cuts here and there. "Lucky for you, your new demonic healing will prevent all this from leaving scars. I enjoy a pristine plaything." He chuckled, thrusting deeper into her. She took his cock in moaning as he thrust deep inside, she felt her body begin to calm as his cock pumped in and out. She cried out as he cut her skin, the cut stayed open for 30 seconds then closed. Furthermore, she kept cumming over and over again as he thrust hard in her pussy. Her ears were beginning to point a little as the sex continued. The magically binds kept her mostly in place. The runes on her neck and hands started pulsing blue, meaning as he kept rocking her body up. She looked around the room at all the toys wondering if he was going to use something else. Closing her eyes as he thrust into her, she came so hard she saw stars. Slumping to the table the runes began to pulse even more prolonging her agony even though she was having sex. She needed more, her transformation was sped up with sex it seemed. He smiled, sliding out of her only to return and thrust back in, pressing a thinner dildo slowly into her ass as he fucked her, whipping her with a short, metal tipped lash, leaving small, stinging cuts. "Usually it takes much longer for my pets to enjoy serving me this much." Mary moaned as he pumped in and out of her body, the agony slowing starting to go away. He slides out of her pussy and the agony started to return. She begged him to fill her full of him again only for her ass to be plugged as well when his massive cock slide back in. She screamed never had a toy in her ass, struggling only made it go deeper. Furthermore, she opened her eyes seeing a whip on her body and then when it was pulled away small little cuts had appeared. She looked at the whip and saw little tips on the end as it hit. The pain was starting to take over her senses, tears streamed down her face, but they weren't clear but black. She didn't see the tears but kept crying as the pain and the fullest started to climb and climb. She quickly squirted so hard on his cock she went limp twitching, clear liquid leaked out on the floor, his cock and balls, his legs. Her head jollied to the side as her breasts were bouncing at his thrusting. Her eyes were glazed over, and a small smile was on her face. "I don't know what this feeling is, but it's wonderful" "It's called an orgasm, you probably were never allowed one as a simple slave." He chuckled, thrusting much more easily now with her slickness. "Your transformation is nearly complete, soon you will lose all ability to resist the allure of my demonic seed." He growled. She looked at him as he thrust into her and saw that her hair had turned blue, her skin was turning a shade of purple. "Wait! No!" She said the interest in sex gone for the moment. Panic set in, blue hair, purple skin had her eyes changed? Struggling against the binds they tightened almost like they sensed her emotions. "I don't want to change into a demon." She said and felt a throbbing in her eyes and squeezed her eyes shut. She had gone from blonde hair and blue eyes and fair skin to blue hair, purple skin. "My eyes are burning, make it stop" she screamed still struggling black years running down her face. Sometime later when she could open her eyes they had changed to yellow cat eyes. "What color are they?" She asked looking at him a moment then closed her eyes. "Yellow." He smiled, still thrusting smoothly into her, forcing ripples through her body of pleasure, gently bulging her violet belly. "You're becoming far more flexible you know. Soon the last of your humanity will be gone." "Flexible? Humanity?" She said as he thrust into her, she was trying not to think of what he was saying and really wanted a stiff drink. Moaning as he kept going she felt her body give in to his powers. Her runes pulsed blue so much her body started to twitch. Her eyes glowed yellow as her body climaxed over and over again. Squirting orgasm after squirting orgasm, her body wouldn't stop unless he commanded it too. "What the fuck!" She screamed struggling as her body kept going. Her skin healed quickly, and she had a sudden urge for his blood in her mouth. She wouldn't let herself drink blood, ever. Some of her teeth had sharpened into fangs, her own heartbeat started to drive her crazy. Looking as his naked body she felt herself struggling hard against the binds. It was one of the last steps to being bond to him. She had to take him into her cum and blood. He would always know where she was even if she did escape him. He released only her hands, leaving her still too impaled on his cock to escape, but she'd be able to sit up to reach him. "Craving blood already are we?" He laughed, pumping thick spurts of black seed into her belly, dripping out of her pussy. "Go ahead my little succubus, take a drink. The her hands were released she looked at his neck with lust, her legs still bound as he pumped into her pussy. When she heard the words he spoke she struck hard and fast at his neck. Biting down like her life depended on it, she drank in long pulls. No longer human, that person was dead. She dug her nails into his skin as he pumped his black seed into her body. She kept drinking from his vein, kept pulling his blood into her body. The craving only got worse the more she drank. The liquid ran down her chin as her gulping increased. She felt her body change, senses roaring, hearing sharper, eyesight tuned to pick up more detail. Blood was the only thing that mattered. He chuckled deeply, still bouncing her on his sticky length. "That's it my dear, forsake your humanity for this new form you will take." He growled into her ear, pinning her down and thrusting much harder. Mary drank so much blood and couldn't find the will to stop. She felt that her mind had gone mad. Digging her nails into his red skin as he pumped into her, her body was his now. His blood coursing through her veins made her so horny it took over the bloodlust. Being pinned to the table her legs still bond with the magic bonds. She withered under his warm body as her pussy was rammed over and over again. It stretched so much she feared she would tear something. Being consumed by the lust of sex and blood she licked the already closed wound. She focused on the thrusting in and out as her body bucked up making him go deeper and deeper inside. Opening her eyes the room spun around so quickly she quickly closed them the spinning slowing down. He smiled, releasing her legs, thrusting roughly into her, holding her hips, caressing a new tail that had sprouted from her lower back. "Give it a moment darling, drinking so much blood will make you a touch drunken." He chuckled deeply, thrusting his full length into her, pressed against the back of her new womb. Mary felt a flicking and saw a tail had sprouted, it was blue like her hair. She touched the tail and felt that it was a part of her body. She looked up at Darius seeing two of him, his cock ramming her pussy so hard she felt like she might be sick. Sighing she drunkenly laid there moaning now and then. Her nipples had turned black and were erect. "So dizzy" she said to him and licked her fangs. She sat up to bite him again wanting more and more blood. "You are hungry, but it's not blood you need." He growled, thrusting deep and flooding her with thick black seed, her body feeding off it and healing. She listened to him growl, and then he emptied his balls into her womb or what she thought was one. With everything looking different externally was she still human looking on the inside. She had changed with the sex they had just had. Her humanity was gone as far as appearance. Was she still human in emotion and thinking? Something she was to figure out in the days or thought processes to come. She sat up and looked at his neck where she had fed from and went at him again piercing his skin at his neck. She hadn't heard she didn't need his blood but was still hungry for it. He chuckled, still smoothly pumping his hips into her, wetly slapping against her slit. "Well now, you're just starving to change even faster aren't you?" She pulled away from his neck feeling dizzy and slumped to the table and felt her body changing more. She started to struggle feeling something happening on her back. A burning sensation flooded her body as she had sped up the process of getting wings. She felt a ripping noise which was her knee skin parting to make way for small feathered wings. She withered on the table as her pussy was still leaking cum. A small amount of blood that was in her mouth dropped on the table. She gently touched the wings as they were raw and sensitive. "What more is going to change? She asked writhing as his blood started to coarse through her body. Her bones started to thicken which caused unbearable amounts of pain. "MAKE IT STOP DARIUS" she screamed wildly thrashing on the table He began thrusting faster, his cock growing bumps along its length, forcibly overwhelming the pain with bolts of pleasure. "I know my pet, it hurts, but don't fret, you'll be much stronger after this!" He grinned, rubbing his thick fingers over her clit. She moaned as he thrust deeper into her, the table was covered in black blood from the new wings, they were tender and raw. She began to cry from the pain and cumming harder and harder all over him. Furthermore, she felt the muscles in the small wings twitch and a weak flap came out of one of them. Furthermore, she arched her back as she came a third time in a matter of seconds when he started to run her sensitive clit. "Darius I can't handle it anymore, the pain has gotten so intense, I can't get rid of the overwhelming lust." She said and came a fourth time. "Let them become one sensation, pain and pleasure will be as one." He smiled, thrusting faster. "Pledge what little is left of your soul to me, a demons with no master can never feel fulfilled." "I pledge my life to you Darius" she said beyond herself with pain, tears were streaming down her face. Her eyes went black as the pain took over everything as her body internally started to change. She screamed and thrashed as she started to claw at her skin making it bleed. Black blood oozed from her mouth, nose and ears as her ears began to throb as they began to point at the end. Her insides almost seemed to be liquifying and regrowing. Screams so loud her voice cracked an almost shock wave of power left her body pushing everything back including Darius. He chuckled, pushed fully out of her before catching his footing with a grin. "There it is my pet, let's see how you came out eh?" He chuckled, his cock still dripping with black seed. Mary clawed at her arms, her nails had gotten sharp. She rocked back and forth on the table writhe ring in pain. Her wings were small but going to grow into wings, they were limp and twitching behind her. Her eyes were glowing orange when she looked at him. She shakily got to her feet losing her balance and fell. She was at his feet panting her head dizzy, her head kept spinning and spinning. Furthermore, she went to stand up and her eyes rolled back into her head as she blacked out. Her body had been through such a change she couldn't handle being awake. Power pulsed out of her body causing the surrounding air to warm and crackle with energy He chuckled, lifting her back onto the table to rest from taking her new form. Mary woke the next day still on the table, her mind groggy. She blinked her eyes open fully trying not to fall asleep. Her entire body was on fire, she cried out as her body was still making its shape and the last bit of humanity died off. Her hands were shaking as she tried to stay as still as possible. A blanket had been put over her. She curled up on the table wanting to go back to her room but wasn't sure she could make the journey. She wanted to try. Shaking all over she stood up barely and grabbed a cane from the wall to help her walk. She made it to the door panting heavily. She got to the main corridor her body shaking, sweating she wasn't sure she could make it. Furthermore, she was over halfway down the corridor when she fell to the floor, the cane hit a door to her left. It was Darius's personal bedroom door. She tried flapping her wings wearily to get her back on her feet. Her legs and arms wouldn't hold weight. Exhaustion took over as she passed out in the hallway, her new wings twitching. Darius didn't seem to be around, though Nadia stepped out, sitting by her and gently nudging her awake. "Mary, up and at em', we need to get some underworld food in you, you must be starving by now." Mary groaned as her body was forced to wake up. Her wings were still raw and sore, she groaned again as she was nudged. "No, five more minutes."she said turning over on her side and started to fall back asleep. Her stomach growled loudly, and she groaned again as it got worse "Come on sweetie, we need to get you food, no different from the human world." She giggled, lifting her to her feet with demonic strength. Mary was lifted with a groan, her wings flapping slightly out of instinct. She groaned again at the pain of her new body. She had to take the walking slowly panting heavily and a sweat broke out over her skin. Furthermore, she looked at Nadia a moment then looked away blushing slightly. Furthermore, she wondered what sex would be like with her and Darius, the thought made her pant more and she grew dizzy. "I'm so tired Nadia." She protested and saw they had come to a small dining area. She looked at Nadia's breasts in her outfit and almost reached for her but caught herself and sat in a chair panting heavily. "Will this pass?"'she asked and felt her body start to grow horny again and fought the urge wanting food. "Yes darling, your brain is still adjusting." She smiled, bringing her what looked like a very normal breakfast spread. "You know how humans who get hurt need to recover, it's the same way your brain has to relearn your new body."

mary.elmwood x Donvoltonus) (( private))|rating:2.0

The Art of Corruption [Akumamika & Batsose]

"Creep!" was what he heard as the gin and tonic slammed into his face. She quickly got up from the bar and walked as he reached for the napkin to wipe the liquid off. He finished just in time to watch her tight little butt sashay out of the bar. He placed his head in his a hand and leaned into the bar gesturing for another drink. 'I am over 10,000 years old,' he thought waiting for his drink, 'I shouldn't have to put up with this shit!' It had been like this for a while ever since his book of secrets was stolen from him. Part of remaining in human form was that he had to place his real power to command human will in physical form outside himself. The human form could not handle the intensity of the magic, and he wouldn't get very far walking around looking like a demon. His drink arrived with an apologetic grimace from the bartender. "Better luck next time." He took the drink, but rejected the pity." She was annoying anyway," he shouted back at the departing bartender. He thought about her deep unconscious sexual desire buried beneath the veneer of her career persona, and part of him regretted his abrupt sexual innuendo that may have worked 50 years ago, but now was viewed as just another desperate gesture from an obnoxious male looking to get laid. His intention were far from that. It was her soul he was after not her pussy. With his book the process was easy; the human will succumbed, and then he could release the deep sexual desire that eventual would corrupt the soul to his bidding. But now he had to persuade them to have sex with him, and then he had to work slowly to uncover those desires. Moving too quickly usually frightened them off, but not when they were under his control. Then it was just a matter of unlocking those unconscious well of frustrated desire for decadence and an addiction would set it, then the will would be completely in his control and the soul was not far behind. Now he had to do it just like every other common human male in the world. 'How the hell did this species ever survive,' he thought to himself downing the drink in front of him. He stared at the mirror behind the bar at his own reflection; a strand of his black hair fell from his brow. The finely chiseled features of his human face scowled trying to conjure up the whereabouts of that damn book. Chelsea was delighted she had the job of being assistant librarian and was purposely working late to make a good impression. She also wanted to be as familiar as possible with everything in the massive library. She had organized the returned books and bagged pre-ordered outgoing books for the next morning. Furthermore, she was running out of things to do when she noticed a door behind a bookshelf. Furthermore, she pulled the bookcase out a little and tried to open the door, it was locked so she thought. There had to be a key somewhere for it. She searched everywhere and came back to the door and punched the bookcase in frustration when a piece of metal dropped onto her head. She cursed and looked down and picked up the key. "Figures its right where I started." She unlocked the door and looked inside, there were rows and rows of books, nothing unusual, except they looked very old. One in particular caught her eye, a black leather-bound book with a gold inlay. She picked it up and found it all written in Latin. She took Latin in school and found some phrases she was familiar with. Furthermore, she recited one of the lines she found interesting and stared at the page opposite, a sketch of a demon of some sort. Vegan stood straight up as if someone slapped his face. He shook it off and looked around the half empty bar. Gather himself, he breathed in deeply and closed his eyes. A blurry vision appeared before him of a woman reading words he had longed to hear, ancient words he constructed long ago. A memory of his demon form, his tall sinewy body, long wings stretched in either direction, chanting words that fell on the empty pages below, burning flames of hell all around him, and then ascending into the human realm his old form falling away, book in hand. He smiled to himself a deep satisfaction, noting the whereabouts of the mysterious reader who obviously stumbled across his book. It would take him just a few hours to reach her, but he knew once he found her his beloved book would not be far from reach. Placing a bill on the counter to cover his tab, he began to walk out of the bar thinking of ways he could reward her for her brilliant find.' Her will is now mine' he thought to himself. Chelsea shook her head as a slight feeling of nausea washed over her. She shut the book and put it back. She cleaned up a little in the room and locked it again as she left, pushing the book case back over the door to conceal it like it was before. Furthermore, she thought about telling her boss but thought the room could use some more exploring before she lets anyone know. She did a final look around before leaving the library and locking up heading down the dark street to her apartment. It seemed kind of dead other than the occasional bar music and chatter in the background. Nothing too unusual for a Friday night. Vegan had psychically tracked her progress from the library to the street, not knowing exactly where she was going it was better if he placed himself along her path. He figured she must have been working at the library and that is where she probably found his book. How it got there he could not figure out, but he could sense that she did not have it with her. He quickly thought of a way to get her to go back. He could see her stroll toward him as he waited outside a bar. Her shoes clopped along the sidewalk in ordered fashion. He cautiously approached her not wanting to scare her. He needed to gain her trust to test how much control over her will he exactly had." Excuse me," he stepped in front of her as she approached, her figure still not in the light, "but don't you work at the library? I was there earlier, and I think I left a very important item there. I wonder if you saw it." He waited for her to come to him wondering what she looked like, her image in his mind still blurry. Chelsea looked over at the man in front of her, how could he know she worked in the library, she'd only been there one day. "Uhm yes I do." She moved up to him into the light, her figure was about average, apart from her exception long legs, and her silky brown hair that fell past her shoulders. She had bright blue eyes and a friend yet angular face. "I don't think I saw anything in the library.but If you like you can come back for it in the morning, its locked so no one is likely to steal it. See I'm on my way home, so I don't fancy going back just now." She didn't want to sound rude, and he did genuinely seem worried about his item. He smiled warmly at her as his eyes met hers. He could feel she had somewhat a strong will, but she was tired. Within his mind he gently reached out to her planting a sense of empathy and even pity toward him knowing her kind heart would want to help him. His words came out like a chant casting its spell as he spoke in a calm soothing tone "You must have seen it. It is very important to me, a leather-bound book with strange writing inside, a sketch of a figure imposed within. I know you most of seen it. I cannot be without it. You see I need this book for a very important meeting tomorrow morning and I have no time. It really would not take long to return and retrieve it tonight. A very simple matter of helping me in my time of need. Simply letting me in and guiding me to where you found the book."" Please." He stepped closer and put a hand on her shoulder training his eyes with hers, keeping her transfixed. Chelsea smiled back sadly and felt her heart ache suddenly. She kept her eyes on his as he spoke and remembered the book. He knew about that? If he knew about it then it must be his, perhaps he'd left it there before and forgot about it. "Yes I think I've seen a book like that.alright I'll let you retrieve it, if you'll follow me." She blushed deeply feeling his hand on her shoulder and she smiled at him, turning to go back to the library with the man in tow with her. She found it odd still that he knew about the book, it was covered in dust and in a locked room behind a bookcase. She was still thinking about this as she unlocked the library doors and took him to where the hidden room was. Furthermore, she located the key again and let him in and picking out the book. But before handing it to him, she asked. "So what is this book, there are quite a few Latin phrases and some other language I've never seen. And it looks like it's been here for more than just a day." She looked at him a little concerned, but if he just wanted the book it wouldn't matter, she doubted anyone would miss it. The relief he felt at having the book back is possession swept over him. He breathed a sigh of relief feeling the power of the book surge through him. Faintly in the background he could hear her questions, as he held the book feeling the power of it. He places the book back on the table and turned slowly toward her and smiled kindly, catching her gaze within his." You have done me a great favor by finding this book. And I can tell you have read from within. Now let me into your mind, so I can fashion your reward" His eyes peered into hers diving deeper into her subconscious. Her fantasies emerged and flooded her and him. He let them pour over him like warm oil. He placed his hand along her face caressing her cheek. His voice spoke again like a chant, "What a beautiful creature you are, let your passions go and speak your desire to me. Let me fulfill your fantasies." With that he leaned forward and kissed her mouth. She watched him curiously as he held the book and couldn't help but admire his handsome features. Something didn't seem quite right here. She felt more than a little frightened when he began to speak in such a way and her cheeks flushed deeply when his fingertips touched her. It was like she could feel him in her mind, and her most intimate thoughts and fantasies of being swept off her feet and erotically teased to ecstasy rushed forward in her mind. Her body shook as he kissed her and for a moment she couldn't do anything. She couldn't resist any more, and she started to kiss him back, her eyes closing slowly. Feeling her resistance fall away, Vegan let his hand caress the back of her neck holding her head firmly in place as his mouth explored hers. He let the kiss linger feeling the passion rise within her. Her will fell into his and for now she would be under his complete command, although he sensed great strength within her, for now she was his. He could even sense that deep within her, she wanted him to command her. He stepped back and looked her over. Furthermore, he spoke slowly and deliberately. Furthermore, he walked around her as he talked keeping his face close to her head. "You want to know what this book says. I will teach you it's power, but you must follow my commands. First you must prove yourself worthy of me. I want you to take off all of your clothes slowly, letting each garment fall to the ground where you stand. Take your time and do it slowly as I watch. Once you are completely naked I want you to stand perfectly still and not move until I tell you. Understood?" With this he stood in front of her and stared directly into her eyes. Chelsea was enjoying the kiss and whimpered as he broke it, she didn't want him to stop. She felt her heart racing in her chest as he stroked around her and inhaled sharply as he gave her very clear instructions. She nodded "Yes sir." She looked back into his eyes and slowly moved her hands to the buttons on her coat. Furthermore, she couldn't have gone faster if she wanted to, she was shaking with excitement, and she felt compelled to do as he said to please him. Her coat slid slowly off the shoulders and onto the floor, next she moved to her blouse and did the same thing, unbuttoning from the bottom up then letting it slide to the floor. Once her top half was bare, just her bra showing she started to unzip her pencil skirt and slowly slid it down her legs, trying not to break eye contact with him. She stood upright again and reached her hand behind her back to unclasp her bra. She felt reluctant to remove it but slid it forward and let it fall on top of her skirt. Lastly she tucked her thumbs into her panties and slid them slowly down her legs, the action seeming to take forever over her long, well toned legs. She stood up and looked at him, breathing quite deeply in order to keep herself calm. Her nipples were already hard from excitement, and she felt ludicrously warm under his stare. Valet let his gaze trail her beautiful female form. He walked around her naked body approaching her from behind. He flipped her hair off her shoulder to one side and let his hand slide down her neck and shoulder and slowly down her arm. Furthermore, he leaned forward and took in her fragrance. The smell of human flesh brought up conflicting emotions: his demon soul wanting to devour; his human form being aroused sexually. Both of his hands slid down her back and over her buttocks. He firmly grasped a cheek in each and then placed his mouth on her warm flesh. His tongue licking the soft salty skin. He could feel her tremble beneath him, as his own body became more aroused. His mouth continued to explore her shoulder finding its way to the back of her neck. He lightly dragged his teeth over her flesh as his mouth closed, and then he kissed her there. He slowly walked in front of her letting his hands guide his way across her stomach and up over her breast. Furthermore, he squeezed each breast with the palms of his hands as his mouth lowered to kiss hers. His tongue slid in between her lips and mingled with her own tongue. He kissed her long and hard, massaging her breast. He released her from his kiss and his slid his hands up to her shoulders. Furthermore, he looked deep into her eyes and commanded her to kneel down as he undid his fly releasing his half erect cock." I want you to take my cock into your mouth," he commanded waiting for her to obey. Chelsea's skin heated up under his hot gaze, and she stayed stock still as he moved behind her. Somehow she felt more nervous with him standing behind her and trembled slightly. Her breath was ragged and quiet as he caressed her arm and shoulder. She jumped a little when his hands found her bum and rubbed her cheeks, her head tilting to one side sensually as he kissed the back of her neck. She moaned quietly as he slid in front of her and grouped her breasts. She kissed I'm back passionately and desperately wanted to lift her hands to wrap around him but fear kept them where they were. Chelsea was thoroughly enjoying the kiss and whimpered when he broke it again. She watched him release his cock and felt a gasp stop in her throat. She slowly moved herself to her knees and nodded at his request. She blinked, not having done this before but somehow knew what he wanted. Furthermore, she moved her tongue over the head of his cock then took some of his length into her mouth, closing her lips around him. Furthermore, she moved her head experimental and sucked a little, her tongue moving over his flesh. Valet placed a hand on either side of her head, and then instructed her "Open your mouth and cover your teeth with your lips," as he's guiding his cock into her mouth. He began slowly to fuck her mouth." Excellent,"he whispered as he tilted his head back feeling the pleasure of her mouth around his cock. His cock was long and still wasn't too rigid, almost like a snake worming its way over her tongue. Just the head and a little of the base slid between her lips as his hips slowly rocked back and forth. His hand gripped her head as his movements began to increase, and his cock slid deeper and deeper into her mouth. He looked to see his cock go in and out. He pulled the head out and watched her lips slide over the top as he thrust forward slowly again. Furthermore, he then slowly pulled out again and with one hand pulled the tip up revealing his large hairless sack." I want you to kiss and lick my balls," he commanded, "and if you do well I will reward you greatly." Chelsea moved with his hand, barely resisting and did as instructed. She loved sliding her tongue over his shaft and moaned softly as he moved faster. She blinked and looked up at him when he lifted his cock up to show his balls to her. Furthermore, she nodded and moved her face closer and slowly licked the seam between them and kissed each one, sucking a little but not like giving a Hicks. He massaged the head letting his cock grew rigid as he felt he mouths over his sack. He could sense her passion rising. He looked around the room noting a small table with books stacked on it. Furthermore, he grasped her hair and guided her over to the table. With one arm he flung the books off and directed to lie flat on the table with her legs in the air. He then knelled between her legs and felt himself slowly change form. "Keep your eyes closed" he instructed. His long black tongue slithered out his mouth and slid over the increasing wet pussy. It slid in between her labia and over her lit and then injected itself inside her, slowly expanding itself as it went. His hands held her thighs as he fucked her with his tongue. He then rose up revealing his demon body, his black wings spread on either side as he mounted her. He then put the tip of his cock at her entrance and leaned close to her." Beg me to fuck you!" He demanded Chelsea yelped when he grabbed her hair and moved quickly to the table and jumped when he moved the books so violently. She laid down as instructed, legs in the air. She wanted to look at him, but her eyes snapped shut on his command, and she could only wait, panting easily. She felt his tongue slide over her sex and she squeezed with pleasure and arched her back, shaking as he tongue fucked her. She felt him move over her and wanted to look at him but kept her eyes shut. Furthermore, she moaned as he rubbed his cock head over her sex and whimpered at his demand. "P. Please... F.fuck me." She wasn't used to cussing, even when she was angry. "Please." He moved in closer to her closed eyes, his mouth salivating in hunger. He felt a savage desire sweep over him. Furthermore, he kissed he neck and slowly moved his way toward her ears. His cock still poised firmly between her legs. He then whispered into her ear, "I don't know if I believe you," he hissed. His mind sent a surge of fear and desire through her. He could tell that deep down she really wanted him, but her inhibitions had not fully let go." Tell me how much you really want it. Convince me you deserve it!" She felt his breath on her neck and shivered under him. She moaned louder and thought about what she needed to say. "No please! I need this, I'll go mad if you don't take me right now!" She writhed under him, feeling desperate and horny. He arched his back and slowly plunged his cock deep inside of her feeling her wreathe beneath him. His muscles strained holding himself over her, his wings stretched as his hips pushed forward. His cock slid slowly deep inside of her, almost like a snake it went. He felt her tighten around him as he held himself in place savoring the moment. Her sensed her mind was swimming with images and desires. He slowly began pumping her watching her face closely as she wreathed in both pain and pleasure, his cock fully swollen inside her. He began to entrain himself with her mind as if to grab the will and free it from its binds that held her back from experiencing total pleasure. Sensing her arousal he began fucking her faster and harder, watching with delight as the pleasure took her over. He leaned in and kissed her deeply to seal the moment and then rose up and began fucking her madly, holding himself back waiting for the moment when they could both cum together. Serena cried out as he pushed into her and whimpered slightly, he was big, and she was tight, made even worse by her inner was convulsing around him. Her face contorted with pain, but her lips relaxed as she moaned with pleasure. She felt her mind fading and just felt everything he was doing to her, his fully hard member inside her felt so good, she pushed herself back against his thrusts and moaned out loud. Her back arched more as she squirmed with delight. She kissed him back and thought something was strange about his tongue, and she opened her eyes. She watched him lean back and pounded her hard. Furthermore, she was so frightened she didn't even make a noise, moan or scream or likewise. Valet was too caught up in his own rising desire to notice that she was looking at him. He pushed harder and deeper and then noted that she was no longer reacting. He stopped and saw she was staring up at him. Furthermore, he felt exhilarated that she knew what he was and decided to fill her with his demon seed. Furthermore, he let out a large scream and began fucking her wildly and savagely and then arched forward releasing himself inside her. He slowly took his cock out and leaned in close to her and began chanting "You will remember this as a dream, and you will keep dreaming the same thing every night you sleep until I release you. You will wake in the morning lying here naked. The last memory will have was reading this book and then you fell asleep. But know your desire for me will only grow. Seek me out, and I will find you, but you must first admit to yourself that this is really what you wanted all along." He breathed a hot smokey mist into the air that put her to sleep, he changed form and left, leaving the book open next to her. Serena trembled under him and when he screamed she yelped and arched her back, unwillingly cumming with him as he did so. The look on his face frightened her even more, and she cowered as he removed himself from her, she heard him whisper and her eyes widened. She squirmed a little, but his misty breath put her to sleep instantly. She let her head roll to the side and her body relaxed. When Serena woke up she rubbed her head and felt very cold. She yelped seat she was naked and rushed to pull her clothes back on. She moved back to the desk and saw the papers on the floor and a damp patch on the wood. Furthermore, she picked up the book that was beside her and sighed closing it and putting it away. "Good thing no one else knows about this room, or I'd be in a lot of trouble." She spoke to herself as she locked up the room and hid the door. "Was that some sort weird dream I had? It was kind of exciting but real scary at the last part... I must have liked it though since the wet patch proves that." She thought to herself as she went about working since she was already here. After work, she went home to get a proper night's rest, all she could think about was her dream, she wondered if she'd have it again, or if it would be different. She half hoped she would and as she lay down to sleep she really wanted the guy in her dream to take her again, she blushed and turned to face the wall s she became aroused by the thought. Valet felt her desire and at once appeared at her front door. He was dressed in a black suit with a deep red shirt and black tie. He stood in his full human frame a 6 feet tall at her door, his black hair slicked back. Furthermore, he did not knock, but rather summoned her to come open the door for him and let him in. It was time to teach her real decadence, he thought as he waited for her. Serena didn't know why she wanted to open her front door, perhaps she was dreaming again. She pulled on a short dressing gown (Think bath robe but way shorter) and moved into the living room and opened the door, smiling at the man standing there. "Hello." She said softly. "Your dream begins again," he spoke in chant, "I felt your desire for me, and I am here." He stepped into the door past her, and walked around surveying her modest apartment. She seemed frozen in her stance. He slowly closed the door standing beside her. "A little shock I suppose. You thought that was a dream, a demon lover come to fulfill your deepest desires, but it was not... and now I am here to fulfill some more and maybe some of my own." He stepped into the room and looked back, "Are you not going to offer a drink to your Demon lover?" She blinked at his statement and felt fear hold her for a moment then when he moved she turned to face him. "Oh sorry, uh I don't have much, I have some soft drinks and an unopened bottle of wine my sister sent me for Christmas. What would you like?" She asked him as she followed him to her room. He walked up to her and undid the robe. He reached his arms within the robe and around her waist and then pulling her close kissed her full on the lips. Furthermore, he kissed her long letting his tongue slid between her lips, his hand siding down her back and across her buttocks, squeezing lightly, and then he broke the kiss. And looked into her face. "Wine would be fine, thanks." And then he let her go and sat on her coach waiting for his drink. She didn't resist his movements and melted into the kiss, blushing deeply and closing her eyes. She kissed him back and placed her hands flat on his chest, wishing there was no cloth in her way. Furthermore, she slowly opened her eyes and nodded, scurrying into the kitchen, still completely naked and poured a glass of wine for him and half a glass for herself. Furthermore, she smiled seeing him on her couch and offered him the fuller glass. "I hope you find that to you taste." She sat beside him and took a small sip herself. She was never one to like alcohol, but who doesn't enjoy a good wine? The wine was terrible, but Valet just sat back and sipped and watched this little naked librarian sip her wine. "There is something lacking with this wine," he smiled mischievously. He poured a little on her thigh and bent over to lick it up letting his tongue drag across her thigh. "Hmm mm," he said, "That helps a little." He ordered her to lie back, and he poured a little more across her belly and then sipped at the tiny puddle and the spread the rest around her abdomen, letting his teeth drag at one point across her skin. He spread her legs and then poured some over her pussy, spreading it with his fingers and then buried his mouth letting his tongue explore her making sure he got every last drop. He leaned back saying "that was divine," he unzipped his pants and pulled then down and then took over his shirt revealing a very fit torso. Furthermore, he then strokes his half erect cock. "Here," he ordered, "You try!" Serena didn't think much of the wine herself and jumped a little when he poured some on her leg. She blinked watching him lick the fluid off her. She did as she was told and laid back for him, when he licked her belly she moaned and whimpered, crying out when he drank the wine from her sex and panted slightly. When he stripped off his shirt and stroked his member she couldn't help but watch and bite her lip in want. She took her glass and poured a little down his chest, then licked it up from his navel to his chest. Then looked at him, to see if that was what he wanted. Valet leaned back and smiled to ceiling, feeling her tongue slid up his chest. He looked back into her eyes and grabbed the back of her head and kissed her again. He then leaned back and poured some wine into his hand and then began stroking his cock, letting it drip down his balls. Furthermore, he then took his hand away and smiled at her, "be my guest," he smiled devilishly, "drink as much as you like." She blushed deeply and kissed him back with a passion. She watched him stroking his cock again and smiled back at him. Furthermore, she was tempted to reply but just lowered her head to his member and gave it a slow lick, her hair brushing against his thighs as she took him into her mouth. Furthermore, she slid her tongue over his skin as she moved her head. He poured the rest of the wine in his glass over her back as she sucked his cock, smearing it over her skin and down to her ass. He then carefully caressed her ass cheeks, squeezing them in the palm of his hand. Then he slapped one cheek lightly." My wine is all gone," he commented. "I think it is time for desert. Find me something I can smear over your body. And make sure it is good and sweet," he smiled broadly at her. She moaned as he rubbed the wine into her back and ass, she yelped when he spanked her ass and sucked him harder but reluctantly pulled away looking at him when he made his request. She nodded and quickly moved into the kitchen looking for something sweet. Furthermore, she found a large pot of cherry yogurt and some chocolate sauce. She brought it back in and showed him, setting them on the table and waiting for commands. Valet smiled grew very broad. "I want you to spread both the yogurt and chocolate sauce over yourself slowly, make sure it covers every inch of your body, except of course your head." Valen stopped her just before she started, "One minute," he smiled as he took a little of each in one hand and then laid back spreading over his cock, stroking himself as he watches, "Proceed." Serena nodded and let him take what he wanted and made a whining noise as she took some of the yogurt and smoothed it over her chest and on her nipples, having a little fun drawing lines on her belly with the sweet creamy substance. She giggled a little and switched to the chocolate sauce, squeezing it into spirals here and there. When it seemed she was good and coated he got up and walked toward her. He held her face in his hand and looked into her eyes "Now stand very still." He began slowly licking it off her body, starting with her chest. His mouth slurped up the yogurt and chocolate sauce, sucking parts of her skin into his mouth. His mouth mover over her breast and stomach. Every time she squirmed he looked at with a warning eye, "Now don't move," and then went back tithe task at hand. He cleaned her chest and stomach and then moved to her back. Feeling himself get full he began scooping up the yogurt chocolate mix into his hand and began spreading it over his own chest and stomach, eating off of her and the spreading more over himself and spreading as he went. He then came to her ass and began licking and sucking feverishly over her ass. He spread her cheeks and stuffed his face in between and then slid his tongue over her wet puss. Furthermore, he let his inject itself inside as his nose pushed deeper into her ass. When he had his fill he rose up and looked her in the eye, "I am tired of giving instructions, why don't you tell me what you want me to do to you." She watched him move close and moaned as he licked her body clean of the sticky sweet stuff. She bit her lip and whimpered as he licked her back, putting her hands over her mouth when he pushed his face into her rear and looked back at him. Furthermore, she drew a blank when he asked her what she wanted and stammered for a moment. Furthermore, she thought about him tying her down to her bed and teasing her body till she couldn't stand it then fucking her hard till she passed out from the pleasure. Furthermore, she blushed at the thought and looked at him, knowing he could see what she was thinking. Valet smiled at her thoughts. He hoisted her up over his shoulder and carried her into the bedroom. Her quickly tied her to the bed using sheets and blankets. She lay there before him spread eagle on the bed. He laughed, "Now don't go anywhere." He left her on the bed and went through her apartment looking for items. Furthermore, he found every candle she had and some massage oil, back in some closet. Furthermore, he empty the contents of the oil into pan and warmed it up on the stove and then poured into a small bowl. Furthermore, he went back into the bedroom and placed the candles all over the room lighting them with a touch of his fingers. Furthermore, he then drizzled oil down the front of her body, between her breast and ending just below her belly. "Now don't squirm too much," he warned" or you will spill the oil." He sat next to her on the bed and began to innocently doodle shapes with the oil on her body with his fingers, once in a while teasing by spreading it over with his hands. He then massaged oil onto her thighs and down her legs. Furthermore, he gently spread oil over her feet and then ran his hand up her leg along her inner thigh and just before coming to her prize he would divert his hand, smiling devilishly at her as rubbed the oil over her stomach. He then got up on the bed and sat between her legs draping his legs over her thigh and resting on one hand behind him as the other stroked his cock. "You are so quiet my pet, I will not fuck you unless you convince me you really want it. Tell me exactly how you want me to fuck you. Don't spare the details and don't think your thoughts are good enough. You must speak out loud what you want." Serena saw his smile but was still surprised and yelped when he picked her up, not struggling as he took her to her room. When he tied her down she blinked and watched him leave, squirming a bit wondering if he was just going to leave her there. She could hear him moving about her apartment and watched when he came back. She smiled as he lit the candles and jumped a little when the warm massage oil was drizzled over her. Furthermore, she moaned softly as he rubbed it into her skin, whimpering slightly when he purposely missed her sex. She blushed deeply as he smiled that way at her and when he started rubbing his member right in front of her, and she couldn't even squirm. Furthermore, she whimpered and didn't know what to say, her lip quivered as she said quietly. "Help me.what do I need to say?" He got up and sat back down on her abdomen Using his knees to keep his weight off her. He leaned forward letting his cock rub over her chest, as his own chest came close to her face. Furthermore, he slid himself up and then back down over her until he was face to face with her and kissed her full on the mouth. "I can sense what you want to say just beneath the surface. That deep dirty little mind you keep hidden from everyone else needs to come out now. It wants to come out and tell all those little perverse fantasy you keep locked away. While in the Library going through the idle doldrums of work your mind brews deep fantasies. You see someone you like, and you imagine things... what things do you imagine? What naughty little dark secret do you withhold from the light of day? Late in your bedroom, it just you alone, suddenly the fantasies come back. You have drank your wine and are waiting for sleep and suddenly your hand slips between your legs and your imagination starts up. Tell me what that brilliant sexual mind has come up with? What do you imagine being done to you?" Serena felt her cheeks heating up and wondered how he knew about all those things. She bit her lip and thought about the dreams she had when she felt horny at night. "I. I think about a stranger, who takes me by surprise and plays with my body like his own personal toy, moving his hands over my body while I can do nothing, teasing me till I can't stand it. I think about hip making me taste his manhood while he plays with my breasts then leaving a trail down my body before making passionate love to me..." she breathed deeply, not believing what she had just admitted to him. "Very good," he whispered and kissed her. "Your wish is my command," he got up and turned himself around, so his cock could enter her mouth. He slid his member in between her lips as his hands massaged her breast, squeezing them together and then pinching her nipples. His hand moved slowly as he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. His hand would leave her breast and massage her stomach and trace themselves to her soaking pussy. His fingers slid between the lips and then would slide away over her thighs. His hands kept circling her like this over her breast and down her stomach, and teasing her little pussy. He could hear her whimper with his cock in her mouth. And then suddenly he would pull away, lifting himself up his cock dangling over her face. He would smile and laughed and lowered himself again starting all over, fucking her mouth as his hands wondered over her body. When he felt her desires were almost at her peek he stopped again and this time getting up. He went to the edge of the bed and looked back at her, "What to do, what to do," he said over and over, as he stroked his cock. "I am not sure if you really want me to fuck you now do you?" he teased. "I feel almost satisfied like I could just cum here onto the carpet and leave you here. What do you say to that?" he smiled at her devilishly. Serena happily took his cock into her mouth and sucked on him hungrily, moaning as he toyed with her body so skillfully. She whimpered as he teased her wet sex and gasped when he pulled himself away. When he played with himself again she struggled and squirmed. "No please! I Need you! I need to feel you inside me! Fuck me please!" She cried out as she squirmed harder. He watched her squirm on the bed in delight. "You naughty girl," he laughed "wanting to be fucked. Who would a thought a little librarian would have so much passion dammed up in them." He undid her legs and held them in each hand. He climbed on the bed placing a legs against his chest, and then he began position his hard penis against her wet vagina. Furthermore, he rubbed the head of the cock in between her labia, teasing her little hole." I don't want you to be frightened, but I am going to change form to fuck you." With that black wings sprouted from his back and horns grew out of his head and his long black tongue slithered out as he pushes his cock deep inside. He grabbed the headboard and began fucking her like a wild animal. The bed creaked and bucked so hard one would wonder if it would break. He howled at the sky as his cock sunk deeper and deeper. She panted a little and watched him untie her legs. She blushed deeply at his comment and moaned as he teased her. When he mentioned changing she blinked and stared at him, tilting her head to the side. "Change for-" She watched the transformation and her body instantly tensed up, before she could say or do anything she screamed with pleasure as he fucked her hard and fast. She didn't know what to think, she was enjoying the sensations far too much to fight back, but he really did frighten her, he wasn't human, she closed her eyes, trying not to look at him and moaned through her teeth. He arched his back and gritted his teeth injecting his hot demon seed deep inside her. He continued to fuck her pumping every last bit form his cock. HE slowed down, and his form reverted to human. He lies on top of her for a moment panting wildly He then whispered into her ear, "You remember this again as a dream tomorrow, your apartment will have no remnants of the night. Tomorrow, while you are working you will see a man that will bring up great desire in you. Approach him and tell him you have something to show him. Take him to a secluded part of the Library and suck his dick. If you do this I will return tomorrow night. Fail and something bad will happen to someone close to you." With that he departed returning the apartment to the state it was before he left, minus the yogurt and chocolate sauce. She cried out and came as he did, panting heavily under him. She noticed he was back in human form and felt just as frightened of him as ever. When he whispered in her ear she blushed deeply, she Dion want to forget about this. Why he was telling her to do something dirty in her library she didn't know. When he threatened her she immediately agreed, though not out loud. When she woke up she pushed herself up feeling her wrists were sore, and she was rather sticky. She noticed eminence of chocolate and yogurt on her body and thought about last night. She must have had more wine than she could handle. Furthermore, she took a thorough shower and quick clean up of her apartment, throwing out the younger and putting the chocolate sauce back in the fridge. She was late for work, but only by a few minutes so her boss overlooked it. Furthermore, she was bored for the first few hours and flicked through an old magazine at the desk. Furthermore, she even walked around the almost empty library looking for something out of place to put right. Paul liked to come to the Library on occasion. He was not all that interested in books, but really liked to watch the cute Librarian that often helped him. She would smile at him and help find magazine articles that might interest him. He would sit at a table and pretend to read, but really he liked to watch her. He never had the nerve to ask her her out, he was far too shy. She wouldn't be interested in me, he thought to himself, A beautiful girl like that probably has a boyfriend. Still he watched her secretly careful not to let on his admiration. Today was a particularly hard day at the office. His manager was upset that he was not further along in his programming code and deadlines were quickly approaching. He entered the Library to get a break, and maybe get a small glimpse of his little crush. Looking at her helped him to focus. He saw her at the desk looking for something to do. He approached and asked "Any new magazines that I might be interested in today?" Serena looked up at Paul and smiled, final something to do. "Well the new software magazine has come out, and it has a trial disk for some of the programs you might find helpful. I also got an order in of sci-fi novels that I noticed you looked at on the computers. I had to pull some strings but worth it, a few other people like them as well." She pulled up a small box with the novels in and thought about what the guy in her dream had said." Tomorrow, while you are working you will see a man that will bring up great desire in you. Approach him and tell him you have something to show him. Take him to a secluded part of the Library and suck his dick. If you do this I will return tomorrow night. Fail and something bad will happen to someone close to you." She sighed wondering if it was him, or if he actually wanted her to try it with someone else. Paul felt himself sweating and was very nervous. "Uhm... you... uhm... notice sci-fi novels I looked up." He swallowed hard, and was having a hard looking directly at her, "that is very SWE... I mean...err...nice... sweet... of you to think of me. I... Furthermore, I. Didn't think you noticed me...err. I mean what I was doing. Per se... not that you wouldn't have noticed me. Uh... I mean it is your job right, and I mean you... you are supposed to notice things... but... I... am ...err. Well... I'm glad you noticed me... I mean... you took interest..." He stopped himself, and took a big breath, "Where these novels you were talking about?" She giggled at his stammering and showed him one of the novels. "Yes these are the ones, I also researched similar authors and found some graphic versions of the novels, if your into that sort of thing." she replied quietly, her mind drifting back to the dream she had last night, it felt so real, and she wondered how exactly she had gotten the yogurt and chocolate over herself. "Graphic novels?" suddenly he nerves seemed to subside. "What is a graphic novel?" Suddenly his mind went to sex, and the stammering returned "I mean... uhm... err... Is that like a... like as comic book or something?" Serena giggled again and opened the book to show him. "Yes it's a bit like a comic, mostly in manga styles, although I have seen others. It is quite interesting, and the fight scenes look quite epic, among other scenes, but personally nothing can beat the power of words and imagination." She handed the book to him. "I hope you enjoy these." Paul felt grateful and took the books. He was trying to get his nerve to ask her... "You know... Uhm... I see you here... and... I don't know... if you interested in like maybe getting a coffee or something. Furthermore, I mean if you don't't like coffee we could get something else. Furthermore, I just find you interesting and very beautiful..." he couldn't believe he just said that," uhm... Furthermore, I mean... err... thought maybe... Furthermore, I am sorry you look busy... Furthermore, I should... Furthermore, I should go..." He began sliding the books off the counter and one feel to the ground. Serena blushed a little and bent over to get the book. "Here let me." She thought about what the guy said and wondered if it was this one he was talking about. He didn't make her feel anything, he was charming yes but.nothing. She wanted to see that guy she always saw in her dreams. She handed Paul the book. "Here." Valet came to her in mind, think of me through him. Pleasure him like you want to pleasure me.--Paul grabbed the book from her and looked into her eyes. As he grabbed the book he touched her hand a sharp rush of desire went through him. He swallowed hard, and as if someone else took over his body, he said, "You are so sexy." Serena blushed deeply as he touched him and she bit her lip. When he made the comment she knew what she had to do. She looked around quickly. "Follow me, I want to show you something." She took his hand and lead him to the hidden door and let him inside, closing the door and locking it behind her. She smiled at Paul and felt some strange new confidence building up inside her. Furthermore, she leads him, or rather guided him to the desk and rubbed her hand over the front of his crotch. Paul was very nervous, he didn't know where she was taking him. When she began rubbing his crotch his eyes widened. "What. What... are you doing?" he asked, but he found himself unzipping his fly for her. It was as if something had taken over him.--Mr. Barnard, the Library director, had liked to go to the secret special collections room where they kept the Library's more racy publications not suited for the public. He heard the door open, and he quietly went behind the shelves not to alert his presence there. He was shocked to see Serena. Furthermore, he had fantasies about her, but he never thought she was so bold. Furthermore, he watched careful not to give away his presence as she stroked the other man's crotch. Serena didn't honest know what she was doing, well not entirely. She decided to say nothing and helped him tug his pants down, along with his boxers. She stroked his shaft slowly and lightly, teasing his member to attention. Once he was hard she looked at him and smiled, lowering herself to her knees and flicked her tongue quickly over the head of his member. Then taking him into her mouth, her tongue rubbing over the gland on the underside of his cock. This had NEVER EVER happen to Paul before. He wondered why he hadn't cummed already. Last time he was with a girl she barely got it out of his pants. He felt strangely out of his body as his hand stroked her hair and his cock grew harder and harder. It had never been this hard.--Mr. Bénard began to stroking himself and thought, now I know who will get that promotion. Serena moaned a little and slowly started taking his cock further into her mouth, she wished it didn't have to be Paul, it would be awkward talking to him again after this, but she couldn't help herself right now. Her hand cupped his ball and massaged them gently in her hand as she sucked on his cock, very gently grazing her teeth over his flesh. Paul moaned in pleasure feeling her mouth work over him. He knees felt weak as he held the end of the desk. Something seemed to possess him as he grabbed her head and began fucking her mouth, his hips having a life of their own. He looked down at his cock entering her mouth her lips dragging along his shaft. He felt himself about to cum and wanted to tell her or pull out, but again something possessed him that grabbed her head and pushed himself deeper into her mouth and then injected sperm down her throat. His whole body shook as he cum, and he nearly collapsed. Serena squeezed when he pulled her head onto his cock, forcing her to deep throat him. She got over the gag reflex quickly enough and continued to suck him hard, when he came in her throat she swallowed eagerly and slowly pulled away looking up at him, lost for words. She felt a bit odd knowing this wasn't the guy she wanted and wondered why she had done what she did. Paul heard shuffling in the back of the room. He quickly pulled his pants and saw a figure coming towards him. He quickly ran out of the room and left the library.--Mr. Bernard seeing the man leave came out from behind the bookshelves. "Serena!" He said as he walked out "I do not know how you found this room, but I would like you to explain to me exactly what you think you are doing?" The question was silly, he knew what she was doing, but he was not sure what else he should say in such a situation. Serena saw Paul run out and stood up quickly then loved back at Mr. Bernard. She stammered, shocked that she was caught in what she thought was her secret room. "Sir I. I." She looked down. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me." She kicked herself for the pun. "I'll.just get my things and go." "No, no, don't go" he walked up and put his hand on her. "I have been meaning to talk you. Everybody has a little discretionary fun once in a while. I won't tell if you won't tell about this room. Now, what I wanted to talk to you about was a little promotion. See, I need someone to take care of our special collections here." He looked around the room, "Now I think you would be perfect. It would be a substantial raise, but there is a lot of work involved. It would mean going through a cataloging all these books. Now, I would be willing to forget what I saw here today and go ahead and give you that promotion, but... I would require you to do something for me right now..." Serena stopped and turned back to face him feeling a little confused. "No sir I won't tell anyone." She almost smiled at the thought of a promotion but she didn't like the sound of what he wanted from her right now. She didn't know the dream guy's name, but she tried asking for help in her mind. 'Help me what do I do?' Valet whispered 'He's harmless. Do what you have to get that promotion. You deserve it! Besides, you could probably get something on him later that would turn your advantage around!--Mr. Bernard began rubbing her shoulder. "It is really nothing, at least compared to what you were just doing. Just turn around let me rub your ass a little. I promise I won't hurt you." She nodded and looked back at Mr. Bernard. "Alright sir." she turned around for him and tried to think of something else as he rubbed her ass through her pencil skirt, which she cursed for being tight around her buttocks. "Oh that is nice," his pudgy little hand rubbed her butt. He had always wanted to touch her. He first rubbed and then squeezed. His breathing became heavy. "Do you mind just pulling your skirt just a little, just for a minute."--Valet whispered in her mind 'It is alright, just think of me. I will reward you greatly later. Ask him if he wants you to pull down your panties it will go much quicker.' She nodded again and lifted her skirt up a little. "Would you like to pull my panties down too sir?" She asked, trying not to sound too much Ike a flirt. He shuddered a little at her question, "You such a bad girl." He grabbed the tops of the panties between his greasy fingers and slowly pulling them down to her thighs. Furthermore, he then slid his palm over her ass, squeezing the cheek. Furthermore, he began to rub and squeeze between her cheeks his fingers dangerously close to her between her legs. Furthermore, he began to pant, and a snotty sound began to exhale from his mouth. Furthermore, he undid his fly and pulled out his cock. "Don't turn around," he said as he began to rub his little man. His fingers teased the edge of her pussy as he began squeezing more and more. "You are so beautiful," he murmured as he hands furiously stroked his cock, and then he gasped and came. Most of it landed on the carpet, but a few drops fell on the ass. He leaned against the desk and breathed a big relief. "Thank you, Serena. You can go. You can start your new job tomorrow, but not a word of what happened today to anybody." Serena tried to ignore him and just thought about her dream guy. She didn't need to turn around to know what her boss was doing, and she felt physically sick with the thought. Not to mention the noises he was making was a massive turn-off for her. She tensed a little as he rubbed and squeezed her ass and tried to ease forward so his hand wasn't so close to her sex. She looked back at him when he was done and quickly pulled up her panties. "Yes sir, not a word..." She hurried out of the room and freshened up in the bathroom, thinking. "Why did you let me do that?" Valet eased her worries, Don't worry my pretty. He will get his and you have yours. I have a special treat for you tonight. Dress nice for me. Serena smiled and nodded, finished freshening up and went back out to work. She carefully avoided her boss all day and hurried home for the evening. She looked through her wardrobe for something nice, but she was never one for dressing up. After much searching she found her old prom dress, she hadn't grown much since then, aside from height and bust so it would probably fit better if anything. She wasn't quite sure if he meet this or something more exotic. Well she didn't have anything like that so prom dress it was. The dress itself was quite simple, not the ruffly pompous dress type, more form fitting deep purple satin with a zipper concealed at the back. It came to her knees but had a slit either side of her legs reaching her hips. She had put a simple necklace on to go with it and put her hair in a ponytail and slipped on elbow length white gloves. She didn't know how her dream guy would think of it, but it was the best she could do. Valet arrived at outside her apartment in a Limousine, and walked up to her apartment. He was dressed in old, classic tuxedo with a blood-red sash running down the front. His hair slicked back, his face glowed youthful. In his pocket were two tickets to the Opera "Faust." He knocked on the door wearing his classic devilish grin. Serena jumped hearing the knock on the door and opened it slowly, she immediately looked him up and down and smiled. "You look very handsome tonight." Why did she say that? She wasn't even sure he was real, she'd only seen him in her dreams...or was it really a dream? She felt so confused but kept smiling at him. He held out his for her to take, "strange how we never know what is a dream and what is fantasy. How was your day, my love? And please don't spare details. It is along ride where we are going." Serena blushed and nodded at his words, taking his hand and following him outside to his limo. She told him she did what was asked of her and what she did in the secret room, what her boss did to her and although she was highly embarrassed about it felt like she could tell him. "So I don't know whether to thank or slap you.or.this dream guy. I don't know.things are so very confusing these days." "Well, by all means, please slap me," He smiled broadly as the drove off in the limo. He slid his hand up her thigh underneath her dress and between her thighs, "I assure you I will make to you." His hand squeezed her thigh as leaned in to kiss her. Serena giggled a bit and shook her head. "I'm afraid if I slapped you'd take me right here in the limp, and we'd never get home." She grinned letting him stroke and squeeze her thigh. She leaned forward and kissed him back happily. The driver was looking at them through the review mirror. "Let me give you a little reward." He pulled up her skirt and knelt between her legs. He spread her legs and licked up her thigh, "I am going to lick your pussy, make sure you give the driver a good show." He pulled her panties aside and dove in. She was a bit weary of the driver watching and looked back to the other guy when he spoke. She jumped a little when he kneeled between her legs and asked. "But wait what?!" When he started to lick her pussy she cried out with pleasure and blushed deeply, trying not to look at the driver's reflection. She didn't like the feeling of giving someone a 'show' as he put it, and she squirmed in the seat, gripping onto the edge of it tightly. He held her legs in place as his mouth explored her deeper. His tongue slithered deep inside her wiggling around looking for her G-spot. The driver pulled over and kept his eyes trained on the action. In her mind Valet whispered you like him watching you. He wants you, but he can't have you. Show him how much you are loving the way his eyes are pouring over you. He began flicking his tongue over her clit knowing her moment was about to come. She moaned louder and louder as he licked her and panted even more. When the driver pulled over she looked at him a bit frightened of what was happening. She heard Valet speak in her mind and thought back. 'But. I. I don't want him to watch.' She then thought to herself. 'Is he purposely trying to get me to like these things.what the hell is he?' She couldn't concentrate on that thought as his tongue flicked over her clit. Her body jolted, and she leaned her head back and cried out as she came hard, panting so hard it was making her chest heave against her dress. She came all over his mouth and he eagerly licked it up. He then got and sat next to her wiping his mouth. He looked around "Ah we are here." He smiled at the driver. "Enjoy that did you?" And then laughed. "Get yourself together my dear, the Opera awaits." He opened the door and stepped out and then turned around and held out his hand for her to take when she was ready. She didn't look at the driver and looked up accepting Valet's hand and exiting the limo. She followed him inside and looked at all the upper class people. Furthermore, she didn't belong here, she wasn't brought up in the higher ranks of society, she was a working class girl and her nerve showed it. "Hold your head high," he whispered to her, "these people don't have anything on you. They are all pretending to be something hiding behind their wealth. You are a hard worker and deserve more than anyone here." They walked through the slender of the crowd. A Man in a suit came up with two glasses of champagne and handed them to Valet and Serena. Valen clinked his glass against hers "to your beauty," he said and drank. "Hamm, I cans til taste your juices on my lips. Quite delightful with this champagne." An old woman who was walking by stared at him ageist." Uppity bitch," he said looking around. "What do you think of all this dear?" Serena nodded and did her best to hold her head straight as they walked, she smiled and thanked the man for the champagne then blushed deeply when Valet said THT and looked even more shocked when he called the old lady a bitch. She looked back at him and thought hard. "Well. I never thought I'd ever be here.in a place like this with a stranger." She blushed more unable to get the image of him taking her in so many different was she had to bite her lip to stop it. The lights blinked. "Time for the show." He took her to his private box seat that overlooked the stage. From there he was above everyone else, and none could see below the waist. The lights went down and the current rose and the conductor came out and the music started. Valet let the music wash over him. He then leaned back and took at his cock and began stroking it hard. He leaned over to Serena, "no one can see us here," he whispered, ""why don't you quietly get on your knees and suck my cock." Serena smiled watching the stage and listening to the music. It was very pleasant up here, away from the crowds. She jumped when he spoke to her and blushed deeply when she saw what he was doing. She looked at him as if to ask 'really?' but decided against it. Furthermore, she looked around to make sure there was absolutely no one around and kneeled down between his legs, she lower her head to his member and slowly took him into her mouth, her tongue sliding and teasing his shaft as she moved her head up and down. Her hair fell forward and brushed over his legs and whatever was exposed at the moment. The music soared on as he enjoyed her mouth. A woman across the theater was spying him through her opera glasses. She would lower them and then raise them again repeatedly. Valet smiled to himself placing his hand on Serena's head so that the woman could see the up and down action of his arm. He smiled at the woman and waved. The woman snapped her head back to the opera. Valet could help see that every once in a while she sneaked a peak." You are doing wonderful my darling," The music began to swell as did Valet excitement, he began breathing hard. "I am going to cum, Now make sure you drink every last drop, I don't want to mess up these clean floors." And with that he released his demon seed into her mouth. Serena was unaware they were being spied on and kept sucking him, she moaned a little when he put his hand on her head and head him. She sucked harder and moved her head a little faster, when he came she did gag a little, but she swallowed it all, lifting her head away and licked her lips. She panted a little as she quickly got back to her seat and blushed deeply, trying to watch the show that she missed part of. Valet smiled in his seat watching the rest of the show. At the end a wild applause erupted. Valet stood and clapped and then turned to Serena, "I hope you enjoyed that I have a special surprise for you. Follow me." He turned and held out his hand for her. They waked out hand in hand. Valet took them to an door marked backstage. A man at the door smiled to Valet, "Sir." and then opened the door. Valen walked through and then descended some stairs and walked down several corridors and then finally came to a door. He opened it and walked in, inside was a closet full of Masquerade mask. He turned to Serena and spoke, "we are going to a special after concert party, with a very select guest list. Pick out a mask. Choose wisely. It will be the only thing you will wear," he smiled wryly. Serena looked at him and smiled a bit. "Yes, thank you.a surprise?" She took his hand and followed him curiously, hoping it wasn't something total unpleasant. When they arrived in the room full of masks her jaw dropped at their glamorous appearance. When he said it will be the only thing she wore she got what he meet right away. "What no I'm not going out naked to a party, no way." She headed back for the door feeling quite a bit offended. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back and looked deep into her eyes "You will do as I say," he reminded her. "You have an amazing body, besides with one of these masks on no one will recognize you." He pulled a beautiful mask from the shelf. It was black with gold inlay across the simple face that covered all of her. "Here," he held it out to her,"put this on." He then found one for himself, "Red with horns" he said "perfect." He placed it on and began removing his clothes. Serena gasped as he grabbed her and looked back into his eyes and felt her will break. She said nothing and just took the mask off him and looked at it, something didn't seem right, normal a person wouldn't have so much control over her. She put the mask on and looked at him getting undressed and noticed the mask he was wearing, it suited him a bit too well for her liking and she wondered if demons could really exist in human form. Furthermore, she didn't get undressed just yet and spoke quietly. "What are you?" He removed his pants and let his cock dangled between them. He then approached her and smiled at her question. Furthermore, he slipped his arm around her waist and slowly undid her dress as he spoke "I am the purveyor of deep desire, I help those find within themselves the passion that feeds the soul and brings true success into their lives." His voice became trance-like, "I am here to help you unleash the potential power of your inner greatness and actualize your true divine nature as the wild sex goddess, a female Dionysus of indulgence in the self." With his final words her dress fell to the floor. He stepped toward another door on the other side of the room, "come with me and let me show you true splendor", he smiled to her holding his hand for her to take. Serena gasped lightly at the intimacy in his voice and feeling him so close against her, she thought she was going insane. She looked into his eyes and her mind became clouded with thoughts that she didn't feel were her own. However, she couldn't resist him, and she reached forward, taking his hand and following him obediently, like a submissive hungry puppy. The walked into a dimly light room, with naked people standing around wearing mask. It was an old Victorian style decor with a huge fire place a roaring fire and a few scattered candles gave way to the limited light that exposed naked forms milling about the space People were still arriving into the scene. Many faces nodded toward Valet who quickly became the master of ceremony. Valen walked to the center of the room still holding Serena's hand, and took a champagne class from one of the trays. He held the glass up and announced "Welcome to the secret celebration and let us thank our gracious host who put on such a delightful performance." There was clapping and cheers form the people in the crowd. "Now in the spirit of my dear friend who this performance was about, let us indulge our senses and let go our inhibitions. Let us first though initiate our newest member," with that he held up Serena hand. Suddenly a woman figure stepped up and smiled, "let me do the honors," she began fondling her breast and others then stepped forward. Soon many hands were caressing Serena. Valet smiled broadly as Serena was slowly led to a coach and shown to sit. The first woman then spread her legs and lifted her mask slightly to reveal her mouth and then went down on Serena, her mouth eagerly exploring her wet pussy. Another man stepped next to Serena, and offered her his hardening cock. Valen looked at her, "Please my dear, don't be impolite. Suck the young man's cock. It is the least you could do." Serena was glad she was wearing the mask, underneath her face was a very bright red, and she tried not to show herself as much as she could. She look DUP at Valet who just seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself already. She "EEP" ed when he raised her arm and announced her wondering what the initiation was, though with Valet she could have probably guessed. Furthermore, she gasped however when a woman came up and started to touch her, she just shivered and watched as she was lead away by a sea of people touching her. Furthermore, she fell back onto a couch and watched as the woman lowered her head between her legs and she moaned out loud, arching her back. Furthermore, she saw the man's cock in front of her and blinked, hearing Valet give her permission she wet her lips with her tongue and swallowed before lifting her head and took the man's member into her mouth, using her tongue to caress the skin around his hard shaft. Furthermore, she moaned again as the woman between her legs ran her tongue over a particularly sensitive spot, and she bucked her hips forward. Valet mounted the woman licking Serena pussy from behind, as he watched her sick the strange man cock, suddenly another man appeared, moving the woman who rose up grabbing the back Valet head as he kissed her neck, his eyes watching his little pet. The positioned his cock and thrust forward, slowly fucking Serena, and then pushing the pace. The scene became more chaotic as varying people took turns on Serena's mouth and vagina, Valet's laughing smiling red devil's mask seemed to be gloating. As the evening wore on a sense of intoxication overcame Serena, as figures became blurred and pleasures merged. Suddenly, she was back in her bed, alone, her alarm clock going off to warn her of the coming day. It was as if the whole thing had been a dream. Serena moaned and writhed under all the naked bodies, trying to keep up with the pleasure washing over her, and trying to keep her eyes on Valet. When things began to become barred she panicked a bit, thinking someone slipped her something. An annoying buzzing sounded, and she rolled over seeing her alarm. She groaned and turned it off, getting up to take a shower, she looked at her calendar and groaned again, it was Saturday, she could have had a lie in. She stayed in the shower for a bit to sooth her somehow aching muscles. The phone rang. On the other end was a woman who sounded tired. "Hi, my name Angela Charmaine, regional director. I am sorry to inform you that your former boss has died... in a very... strange accident. I cannot speak the details now, but I need you to come to the library. Furthermore, I will need you to be acting director until we find a suitable replacement. In all honesty, I think you would make the best candidate, but we need to go through the formal hiring process before officially. I am sorry to ask you this, but we need to go over care for the special collections, and it can't wait." Serena blinked, she couldn't believe what the woman was saying. "I'll. I'll be right there..." She put the phone down and wondered if Valet had anything to do with this. If he did, this was taking things to far. She grabbed her coat and ran for the library as fast as she could. She straightened herself out and composed herself before entering.

The Art of Corruption [Akumamika & Batsose]|rating:3.0

Descendants of heroes. (Zelda Rp) ((Asaka-Chan_Kolath))

AJU was walking with her horse around the stables. She had long auburn hair like her mother and dazzling silvery eyes like her father. She hummed her mother lullaby happily and brushed her horse gently. The day was a special one, she was to go to castle town to deliver some Lon milk to the royal family. She was preparing her horse for the trip and was so excited she couldn't think of much else. With the help of the other people working on the ranch, AJU got the wagon ready and hitched her horse to it. Instead of riding with the wagon, she rode bareback on her horse while one of the ranch workers rode in the back to make sure the cargo made it out okay.==========The cart passed through the gates of Lon ranch and AJU pulled out her bow and arrow just in case some monster had the nerve to mess with their cargo again. AJU was an excellent shot and was taught by her mother to shoot from the back of her horse. The day was bright and the gentle thuds from her horse sounded rather relaxing to her." How much to you bet that Ryan is dueling today?" Asked the farm hand who sat on the wagon behind her. He was an older man and treated AJU like a niece more that the daughter of his current employer. AJU looked at him and smiled. "I doubt that even near death would stop him from dueling.every day" She laughed. The wind plaid in her auburn hair and her silvery eyes raced across the beautiful fields of Rule. They made it into castle town and smiled at their merchant friends. The town was bustling with people as usual and AJU waved to everyone hoping they would have a good day as she slid her bow and arrow onto her back. When they got to the main gate, AJU looked for Ryan and smiled leaping off her horse to come meet him. "Hay did you learn any new sword tricks?" She asked with a childish smile on her face. The farmhand laughed at the two and asked a few of the soldiers to help him unload the cart.============= Ryan caught the blow on his shield pushing back against his opponent. The man he was fighting was easily twice his size and easily had three times the power and skill of him, but that never made Ryan worry not when he had the chance to spar with his father. Ryan had the chance to spar with the greatest swordsmen in all of Rule, but none ever compared to his duels with Link. Because they were the only time that Ryan could use all of his tricks. The two backed off for a moment both catching their breath. They had been going at it hot and heavy for over five minutes. Zelda and one of the servant girls both came out with cups of cold milk for each of them. Â?? When will you two ever get enough of fighting each other?â? Father and son looked across the ring at each other and then back at Zelda answering together, â?? Never!â? she shook her head at them sighing, â?? Well if you insist on fighting, â? turning to her son, â?? Why Dona?’t you show your father the way you prefer fighting.â? Ryan smirked tossing his shield to the side and going to the weapon rack and strapping on another sword. Before they could start again a runner came out to the ring and spoke to Zelda who smiled, â?? Well that will have to wait; Ryan Anja?’s on her way.â? Ryan was gone in a moment rushing past his mother and out the door to where the deliveries were always made not wanting to wait to see his best friend since they were babies. Link and Zelda followed just a short ways behind her. Â?? You tease our son mercilessly about her Del.â? The beautiful princess leans in kissing her husband, â?? Well I can?’t help it with her being your first girl friend?’s daughter and them being best friends, the match is just too cute.â? They all arrived at the delivery door waiting for the cart to pull up.==================Ryan smiled rushing up to her laughing as she asked her normal question, â??Nah, how about you any new bow tricks?â? it was a little ritual they did when they first saw each other, since they preferred and were talented in what many people considered to be opposite forms of fighting. Zelda and Link came up behind the pair, and Zelda wrapped her arms lovingly around AJU, â?? Hey there you, where have you been keeping yourself? ITA?’s been ages since you came to see us!â? it really Hanna?’t been any longer than normal, but Zelda always had a soft spot for this girl. Everything seemed, so peaceful none of the guards would have thought that things were about to change, the one who should have known, the protector of Rule, was currently laughing and having a great time with his family and dear friend. AJU saw him hurling to her, and she smiled bowing to the king and queen who followed close behind him." Well I've been trying to learn how to shoot two arrows at once, but it's not working out all that well." She laughed. AJU loved ridding horseback and knew everything there was about archery except for a few things concerning magic arrows. Feeling Zelda's arms wrap around her, AJU chuckled and looked up at the queen happily. "I saw you at the beginning of the month with the first monthly shipment of milk as always." She replied smiling brightly at them. She was so at home at the castle and loved to visit the royal family. Every thing always seemed at piece there. Ryan smiled shaking his head at his mother and the way she always clung to AJU. Â?? Geez mom let her breath, â? he said pulling AJU away and over toward the pond. Zelda called after them, â?? Anju you will stay and have dinner tonight won?’t you?!â? though it was a question anything coming from Zelda?’s mouth always sounded like a command. Ryan rolled his eyes and dragged her off to the pond in the castle. It was a nice day same as any other day during the spring in rule and nothing seemed like it would ever go wrong. She couldn't help giggling at them both then walked with Ryan to the pound. His hand was on her wrist as he gently tugged her along. Hearing Zelda's request, she looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Of course your majesty." She replied sweetly as always. Walking with Ryan, AJU looked ahead rather than at the massive castle. AJU had seen the castle so many times that she actually felt at home there. The clouds rolled by in the sky and the sun was reached for the horizon. This day would mark the beginning of a great journey. He smiled leading her quickly toward the castle pond his hand in hers felt so good and familiar. Reaching the side of the pool he dropped on the edge of it looking up at the cloud rolling by sighing. Always when she came over to the castle his parents let them go and do whatever they wanted and more and more he had just wanted to come out somewhere and talk to her. He had gotten to know the young milk maid quite well and in the last year or so had started to think about the idea that she might make a fine queen one day. He shook his head to clear such thoughts and just waited for her to start the conversation like she always seemed to. The sun shone on her long auburn hair making it shimmer with different tents of gold and red. She sighed looking at the pond happily before plopping down on the bank with her fingertips dipping into the water. AJU then looked up at Ryan who was also gazing up at the sky. She stretched a little then began to think. What did the other girls think of Ryan? Did they assume him to be a stuck of noble? She knew him quite well and would never think of him like that. She knew this for certain. "How is Hill die?" She asked. Hide was the child of Upon. AJU helped the stable servants raise the horse and often asked about her. AJU also had a horse. She found him back when she was around eight years old. He was a cult and was stuck in a patch of thorny brush. He was black and had golden eyes. She figures him to be a Gerardo stallion. She raised him and after a couple of years, the stallion took up to her. Furthermore, she named him Gallon. Ryan leaned up on his elbows looking over at her. He smiled as she mentioned his rowan pony. He loved that horse almost as much as he did his parents. Â?? She is doing very good, almost as well as I am when it comes to knowledge about combat riding.â? Ryan smiled his hand taking hers and slowly encouraging her to come sit next to him. The scene was almost too romantic for words with the sun starting to set behind them the two of them holding hands. Ryan almost started talking about a future between them when his mother called, â?? Fryan, AJU, time for dinner.â? AJU smiled after she heard him talk about his horse. Since her mother taught her how to shoot on horseback, it was obvious that AJU too knew about fighting on horseback. She enjoyed watching him smile with pride at how skilled both he and Held were. Then she glanced down at his hand that was now gently taking hers. She noticed him gesturing for her to sit and plopped onto the tuft of grass beside him. She noticed his lips were moving as if he was trying to figure out what words to use so she waited for him to speak. Then she heard princess Zelda call them to dinner. "Well that didn't take long." She smiled as she slowly got up form the ground then held out her hand for him to get up. Ryan smiled reaching up and taking her hand standing up and slipping his hand into hers. They stated for the castle again, he Diana?’t notice the sly smile that his mother gave them as she looked at the couple. Zelda wrapped a loving arm around both of the children having one on each side of her. They walked together into the dining hall where the castle chefs had prepared a very impressive array of foods for their evening meal. The sun was starting to slip low in the sky at this point and soon the candle were lit. The scene was set everything seemed normal and everyone was happy the perfect time for sorrow to strike. She looked up into the sky and smiled. The sky was becoming dotted with stars as the sun sank away into the horizon. AJU looked back to Ryan and then at his mother in respect. A polite smile stayed on her face then she slowly sat down at the dinner table observing the large buffet." Thank you so much for inviting us to dinner." She said on behalf of her and her farm hand. A dark cloud moved over the face of the moon blocking it from giving its light. This wanna?’t uncommon so at first the guards took no notice of it; until it was already too late. The cloud moved fast and against the wind and as it came close to the Castle it struck. The royal family and dear friends were all sitting around the big table all chatting and laughing. Suddenly the vaulted glass ceiling above them shattered and glass fell all around them. A black cloud poured down into the room striking in the middle of the table and then quickly dissipating to reveal a man in the center of it. The man wore a long black cloak covering his face except for the piercing red eyes and shown out from it. He wore a long sword at his belt. When he spoke it was like the words chilled the air in the great hall. Â?? Link I finally have caught up with you.â? The dark figure drew his sword pulling a dark shield from his back and charged at the king. Link was as fast as every pulling his own sword and blocking the blow just before he was struck. The two tumbled back both coming too their feet as Link caught a shield thrown by one of the guards. The cloak slipped off the dark MANA?’s shoulders and there was a gasp from Zelda as Link?’s own face was shown, it was the specter known as Dark Link. Fryan had moved over to AJU standing between the girl and any danger that may come at her knowing that his father would be doing the same. Even Ryan was struck dumb as the MANA?’s face was shown, to be his own father?’s. Link spoke calmly, â?? Zel, get everyone out of the castle now!â? and there was something in his father?’s voice that Ryan had never heard before, worry. AJU sat with Ryan and smiled listening to another one of his father many adventures. She laughed with them and enjoyed the food. Suddenly there was a loud crash, and she felt glass cascading on top of her head. Once the glass stopped raining down upon them, she looked up at what had come into the castle. Now standing in the middle of the table was a large man wearing dark clothes. Her eyes widened as she listened to what the sinister man had to say to them. She stepped back once the fight started. Like Ryan and his father, AJU kept her long bow and quiver at all times. She was a little too stunned to use it though. The scarf flew to her feet and she gasped like Zelda when she saw the figure looked just like Link. Before she knew what was happening, she noticed Ryan move in front of her. She blinked and looked at him worried before looking back to his father. He had just told Zelda to get them out, but who was going to help him with Dark Link? Ryan growled lowly as Zelda began to move them all back out the door. He saw now just ho accomplished a swordsman his father really was, the two opponents were going faster than most people could follow, strike, repost, dodge, there was something that was worrying Ryan though but he couldn?’t put his finger on it. The group hurried out the large wooden doors and instantly Zelda started barking orders to the guards.â?? Sound the alarm, every man to their station prepare for?¦â? she never finished as suddenly Link came flying back through the heavy wooden doors. He was badly hurt a huge cut across his chest the master sword hung limply in his hand. Zelda turned to and was greeted with a dark gloved hand across her face; she fell to the floor out cold. The guards moved to interpose themselves between the children and Dark Link, but both fell arrows sticking in their chest dead before they hit the floor. Fryan raised his shield, his hand shaking as he faced down his father?’s darkest rival. Dark Link paid the boy no mind as he walked toward Link, â?? Give me that sword!â? Link?’s hand closed over the hilt of the master sword tighter bringing it up to his lips. Â?? Never it will pass to the next hero no evil hand shall ever touch it.â? With that Link kissed the hilt of the sword and it vanished. Link turned overlooking his son in the eye, â?? Get out of here!â? Ryan the fool Diana?’t listen as Dark Link stepped forward his sword raised to bring it down into Link?’s back. Ryan jumped forward deflecting the blow for a second but then a dark gloved hand grabbed his shirt. Â?? What have we here? Another hero wanting to test his metal? No just a boy?¦â? The room was filled with fear and chaos. Zelda led the group of people to the door leading out of the dinning hall. AJU stayed with Ryan and watched the fight grow worse. Link was known all over Rule for his skill with a sword, but against this evil Doppler Danger, he seemed to be matched. AJU listened as Zelda cried out for the guards to help Link with the intruder. Sadly before she could finish the order, Link flew threw the door and slid down the floor a little ways before stopping. AJU and Ryan hurried to his aid. Zelda tried to come to Link, but was struck unconscious by a single stroke of the intruders hand. AJU gasped watching Zelda collapse then looked back to Link. Could this really be happening? She thought as she watched the guards fall to the ground with fatal wounds. AJU stayed near Link and Ryan and witnessed the exchange of words between him and Dark Link. Despite Links cry for Ryan to run to safety, the boy stood still and guarded his father from receiving a blow to the back. AJU watched helplessly long enough. She took her bow and arrow and took aim. Once Dark Link held Ryan up by the shirt, she had him in her sight and prepared to shoot. Dark Link just held Ryan there for a moment, â?? Waitâ?¦your not just another boy are you?â? The dark specter began laughing a deep dark unforgiving laugh. Â?? You have had a son Link?¦hahaha, this is just too perfect not only do I get to break you. You get to watch as I break your son as well!â? the laughter increased, and he seemed to not notice AJU there with her bow. She had a clear shot right at him where ever she wanted to put the arrow she could. He's in my sights... I have to take the shot. Please don't hit Ryan... Deep breaths.just like you're at home. She thought as she stared at where the arrow would hit. Her eyes narrowed like they often did whenever she was protecting the cattle from predators. AJU stood perfectly still and then slowly began to uncurl her fingers. The arrow flew from her bow and she quickly reached for another arrow.((Sorry for the shortness T_T)) Dark link grunted roughly as the arrow struck him mid-chest. He looked over at the little girl that had shot him. He couldn?’t believe it what was this world coming to, when children stand up to the most horrifying villain they had ever seen. Furthermore, he reached up pulling the arrow from his chest with no obvious sign of being hurt. Then it occurred to him that she was trying to save the boy. He laughed, â??many thanks my dear you have given me what I need to make you all suffer horribly. He snapped the tip off the arrow, and it blackened in his hand, and suddenly he drove it into Frank?’s chest. The boy froze and then was tossed back at AJU, he looked like he was dead except no blood. Â?? The only way to break that curse is if I am dead!â? Her eyes were wide, and she shot him about three more times before he made his move to hurt Ryan. AJU's cry seemed to echo throughout the castle. When Dark Link tossed the boy, AJU rolled to the side and broke his fall with her body. Letting go of her bow, she wrapped her arms around Ryan and tried to revive him. When she saw that nothing was working, she held him tightly. "Ryan." She cried. It wasn't long until she looked up at Dark Link with rage in her silvery eyes. "You monster!" Dark link looked at her smiling, â??Oh, Dona?’t worry little one he is not dead?¦but he might wish that he was.â? His dark red eyes flashed crimson and suddenly Ryan arched up off the ground screaming in pain as his body started changing. His face elongating and growling fur all over as his entire body changed?¦into a wolf. As this was all happening Dark link quickly moved around behind AJU, â??and now your turn my dear.â? He drew one of her own arrows snapping the tip off and just about to drive it into her back when Link once more stepped in. they fought pressing each other hard, suddenly there was a flash, and it seemed like Dark Link?’s sword suddenly grew out of Link?’s back and link went still his eyes rolling back as he died. AJU jerked as Ryan moved and began to scream. Her eyes grew large as fur covered his body and he began to change. Her heart thumped heavily with fear, and she was frozen yet again." F... Fryan?" She muttered starring at him in shock. Seeing her friends body now changed, she glanced up at Dark Link, but he was gone. Her eyes grew dull when she heard him behind her. Anju could feel her heart freeze once she heard his bone chilling words. Then she heard a struggle and turned around to see what had happened. She gasped seeing a sword press through Link back. "... No." She breathed as she watched him die. Dark Link looked down in disgust, â?? You became weak because you forgot that it was your enemies that make you stronger.â? Zelda knelt down next to her husband crying bitterly as she knew that he would never be coming back this time. The specter of the fallen hero turned to AJU and tossed the arrow tip at her. It struck hard sinking into her neck but instead of cutting it would begin to change her. Ryan though now fully changed lay on the floor out cold. AJU continued to stare at Link's body and appeared to be in a fog. Every thing was moving so fast. It was like a dream or in this case, a horrible nightmare. She continued to look at Zelda and Link until she felt the arrow tip hit her. Her eyes widened, and she reached up to her neck to remove it, but it had already absorbed into her flesh. She fell to the ground in silence for a while then her eyes snapped open again in pain. Her vision flashed between regular sight and what looked like if you could only see the way the negative of a camera saw. AJU cried out as her bones began to shift beneath her skin and fangs had formed in her mouth. When it was all over she laid there unconscious like Ryan in the form of a wolf. Hours or days passed Ryan Diana?’t know, but he finally pulled himself up onto?¦all fours? He turned his head looking back and seeing his body and the tail and realized what had happened. He remembered his father?’s stories about when this had happened to him and knew that somehow Dark Link had gained a lot of power to be able to do this. Furthermore, he looked around seeing another wolf laying on the ground a few feet way. Furthermore, he could tell by instinct that it was a female but who it could be he had no idea. Furthermore, he recognized where they were, the dungeon. AJU laid there curled up into a tight ball of fur. She seemed to be having nightmares as she laid there. She whimpered every now and again as well as twitched. The dream had gotten so bad, that she jerked awake and barked looking around her. AJU sat up and rubbed at her eyes with her paws. That was when she realized she had paws! Her eyes grew large, and she looked over herself to see she was no longer human. It took her a moment to recall the last events of the fight between Link, Ryan, and Dark Link, but she finally remembered what had happened to Ryan. It must have been executed on her as well. Her fur was a light shade of gray and her eyes stayed silver. She noticed Ryan and was silent. She didn't know if she could talk of not. He looked at her moving over finding that he was drawn to her. He Diana?’t even think about not being able to speak his mind just reached out to her almost out of instinct. Â?? Are you ok? And after that who are you?â? he Diana?’t recognize her not having seen her change to a wolf. He gently nuzzled the soft fur of her neck as the door opened, and his mother walked in carrying a tray of water for them. She watched him and blinked hearing his voice. AJU then felt him nuzzle her gently as if to make sure she was okay. "Yeah, I'm okay.just.shocked." She replied looking at him sadly. Flashes of the battle went through her head and she whimpered softly with a shudder. Then she looked at him when he asked who she was. "I'm AJU... I know I don't look it...but." She stopped when she saw Zelda walk into the cell. She was so relieved to see her that her tail began to wag a little. Zelda smiled faintly at them her hand brushing lightly over Anja?’s head rubbing between her ears. She kissed Frank?’s head, and he could tell she had been crying, but there was another smell about her that he recognized as that of sea?¦Dark Link had been raping her over and over again, but she still held out for Ryan and Anja?’s sake. He wished that he could talk to his mom but every time he tried it just came out as a whine. He laid next to AJU as Zelda whispered for them to be brave and hold on that she would find a way for them to escape before they were hurt. Soon she left promising to bring them some food on the next time down. Ryan nuzzled against Anja?’s neck sighing, â?? We need to get out of here and try to set things right.â? AJU bowed her head as Zelda stroked between her ears gently. She could smell the bitter smell of tears and sex. It stung her heart to piece together what Zelda had to go through. She could see in her eyes that she was trying to be strong for them both. She whined sadly for Zelda and nuzzled her hand as a form of comfort. Resting on her hind legs, AJU listened to Zelda's plan to free them, but what would become of her? Feeling Ryan rub his muzzle gently against her thick fur, she turned to him and nodded. "Yes, but how are we going to do it as wolves?" she asked. He sighed laying next to her his muzzle resting on her neck lightly. Â?? I Dona?’t know, but we have to somehow.â? He just laid there waiting not sure what to do not sure which way to turn. Hours passed and yet nothing presented itself for them to do to get out.((You want to start the break-out...up to you how they get out there are a few options.)) AJU lay down with her head resting on her paws. She was comforted by his closeness, and it seemed to sooth her worries about the future for the moment. Listening to his worried tone, she began to ponder the possibilities. "Do you know how the sewers work here in the castle? Perhaps we could find a way to escape through the waters ways." she suggested with one of her ears perked up with interest. He looked at her for a moment then he smiled a little in the wolfish way. Â?? I think that might just work, but we need to find some way to get out of this cell.â? He pressed closer to her trying to think of what to do to get out not sure how they would unless his mother was going to be able to. Looking at Ryan and his wolfish grin made her tail wag slightly as she began to relax a little more. Though it was proving to be most difficult to relax since she was in a dungeon and trapped in the body of a wolf. Her silvery eyes shone as she thought more about their escape plan. Feeling Ryan against her, she placed her head on her front paws looking at him without moving her head. "CNN how old are these cells? Maybe there is a tunnel that a prisoner tried to dig out or something." He nodded looking at her again, â?? They are pretty old so ITA?’s possible.â? He pressed on different spots on the ground checking if there was a soft spot that would signify earth has been dug up recently. He knew that it was a long shot, but it was the best that they had, shockingly it paid off. He found a spot that was softer than the rest and motioning AJU over started to dig into it. Her ears picked up, and she trotted over towards him. AJU then bent down her head and sniffed the freshly turned dirt. Nodding at Ryan, she began to dig with him. She tried to make as little noise as possible so she wouldn't attract any attention from the guards.((I apologize for the short post)) It wanna?’t long before they had broken through to the other side of the dirt. There was a tunnel running with water and the smell told him that it was clearly the sewers. He looked up at AJU and quickly slipped into the hole they had made splashing down into the dirty water, â?? Come on we have to get out of her.â?\((no worries it happens to the best of writers.)) Nodding, she pressed herself through the slim hole in the cell. Her body slipped into the sewers easily, and she closed her eyes tightly once her sensitive nose was aqua tinted with the smell. Shaking her head to avoid the painful smell of sewage, she looked to Ryan and then looked around. "Which way do we go?" She asked. At the moment they were in a tunnel that drained into a main pipe. Ryan had no idea?¦which way should they go there was nothing to show them which way was the way out. That is until he remembered where the sewer drained out into. His nose went down sniffing and finding that the heavy scent of sewage went away in that direction. Â?? This way.â? He started to move following the flow because all the pipes would lead to the same place in the end?¦the town moat. Her eyes widened, and she followed behind him spotting the occasional rat every now and them. The flow of the sluggish water made her feel ill, but she didn't seem to care at the moment. All she wanted was to get out off the castle and somehow set things right. It shocked her how well she could see in the dark and her sense of smell was remarkable. Plodding behind Ryan, AJU looked around for any signs of the outside. His nose picked it up first the faint whiff of something that Diana?’t stink, fresh air. Soon they were walking out into the sunlight. They were standing on an open pipe with the stink and dirty water falling away into the moat and being dissipated in the clear flow of water as it went away. He looked around then bunching up his hunches and jumped his long wolves legs reaching out for the shore and finding perch on it. Turning back he nodded his head beckoning her toward him, â?? Come on AJU.â? AJU followed him and waged her tail slightly as she found themselves out of the castle. She crouched low and leapt gracefully over to the shore and shook off some of the dirt. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the castle and the city gates. ".... I'm glad to be out of there..." She told him as she plodded around him a few times enjoying the feel of the grass. The smell of fresh air was invigorating for her. He looked around the sun shining brightly down on the grass land around them. Word Hanna?’t yet been transferred outside the castle, about the take-over and more importantly about the hero of time?’s death. A sad look crossed his face as he looked back over his shoulder at AJU, and he nuzzled against her softly, â?? What do we do now?â?((Any ideas on where they should be heading and doing?)) ((Yeah I have a few ^____^))She looked over to Ryan then noticed his sad expression. It didn't take long for her to figure out his sadness. The king was dead, and the castle had been taken over as well as his mother suffering under the hand of Dark Link. Her ears folded down flat against her head and she nuzzled him back in a way of comforting him. Even she was having trouble seeing how they could get out of this particular mess. Still pressed gently against Ryan, she began to think. They couldn't receive help from any of the villagers due to their current form. Everyone would try to kill them. Who could help them now? After a couple of minutes of thought, her ears twitched, and she looked to the mountain. "Remember when your father would tell you his adventures on death mountain? Do you think the great fairy is still there? She has enough power to help us!" He looked at her wondering the same things himself not sure where to turn knowing that they would only be seen as wolves not as the people they are. He thought over what she was suggesting and he couldn?’t find any reason not to at least try. Nodding, â??Yeah, its worth a try lets head out to death mountain.â? He turned toward the large mountain in the distance and nodding to AJU started out toward it. She ran off with Ryan up the old stone steps that lead to Makarios Village. Her light gray fur glistened in the night as she trotted up to the gate of the village. AJU knew that they would have to travel through the town as silently as they could if they planned to ever make it to the death mountain pathway. "Ryan.how are we going to get past the village without being seen?" She asked as she glanced over to him in her hesitation to go through the gate. He stopped at the gate also watching for signs that someone was out and about, but there was none. Looking over at AJU he shrugged a little and started into the village slowly. His ears were perked listening for any movement that would say someone was out and about. Â?? I think we should just hurry but keep silent.â? Nodding, AJU followed him into the village. Her paws gently stepped onto the soft grass of the village and the moonlight reflecting her light gray fur, so she kept to the shadows. There were only a few people out that night. One man was up in the watchtower, but he was asleep. The other men were by Carmines item shop babbling on about crops and drinking. Looking ahead at Ryan, AJU wondered if they would ever be changed back into their human forms. Would they be wolves forever? How can they help princes Zelda in their present condition? All these questions buzzed in her head. This only made their journey to see the great fairy all more important.((Sorry for the overly late post. I've been busy lately.)) It wanna?’t until they were almost to the other gate when someone spotted them. The yelling that started as people scrambled to get weapons and fight off the obvious wolf invasion that was happening. Ryan Diana?’t let it stop them as soon as they were spotted there was no reason to stay quiet yelling for AJU to follow him he rushed for the gate making it through without any trouble, and they were up into the mountains before the city was much on alarm. AJU jerked hearing the terrified cry of a villager. Then the village slowly began to swarm with people holding weapons. She tried to tell them that they weren't monsters, but she simply forgot she was a wolf, and it resulted in her barking at them. Then she looked to Ryan who was at the gate. She nodded and dashed between the people and hurried up the dusty path with him. They rushed up the mountain finally stopping near the entrance of the Domingo cave that his father had once gone through as a child. He panted lightly dropping down to his belly resting for a bit. He nodded to AJU wanting her to come sit beside him. They hadn't made it to the top, but they did manage to get to the entrance to the Gordon City. Her feet stung slightly, and it took her a while to catch her breath. The fur on her body began to rise and fall more slowly once she walked over to Ryan and fell to the dusty ground. "I'm sorry. I forgot what I was for a moment..." She told him with a soft whine. Seeing the fear and hate in the villagers made AJU feel terrible. Most of the people in Rosario were her friends. She knew they didn't know it was her, but it still stung her heart when they tried to jab at her with a pitchfork. He looked at her knowing how she felt. He nuzzled against her neck sighing largely as he snuggled over closer to her. Â?? I know AJU I know?¦we will get back to ourselves, and then we will teach dark link a lesson.â? He sighed waiting for them both to rest up after that fast climb. Curling in close to him, she sighed but enjoyed his touch. As a wolf, touch seemed to be so important. She knew everything was okay whenever he nuzzled her or pressed against her. AJU looked to the night sky that was starting to show signs of daybreak. "...." She laid there for about an hour then became too anxious to wait anymore. He stood feeling the same anxiety that she was. He nuzzled close into her neck. Â?? Come on we better get going.â? And he started leading her up the mountain more. Her ears twitched lightly as he got to his feet. She followed suit and started going up the mountain. AJU looked to the top of Death Mountain and then looked behind her at Rosario village. The people that thought she was a monster. Releasing a small sigh she picked up the pace and hurried with him to the top of the mountain. He led her up the mountain, it was a long slow climb having to move around the areas that they could not climb as wolves. They moved to one side avoiding falling rocks and continuing up the steep path. It wanna?’t till late in the afternoon that they reached the summit where the fairy fountain was off to one side in a cave. AJU followed close behind him. The journey was tough, and the monsters were a little difficult to get past. It was sometime in the afternoon when they finally made it to the top of the mountain but by that time, AJU's paws were cut and bleeding from clawing her way up the side of the mountain. She winced as she trotted with Ryan to the entrance to the fairy's pool. The only thing keeping her going was the possibility of being returned to her human form and fixing the disaster at Rule castle. He stopped just outside the entrance to the fairy fountain looking into the dark tunnel that connected to the inner sanctum. Looking for a moment at AJU he sent his head and stepped forward. His eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness moving with slow purposeful steps forward into the fountain knowing that this was the last hope that he and AJU had. She hesitated when she reached the entrance. Looking to Ryan she began to doubt. Her ears lowered and she sighed softly. Whatever happened, she would have to deal with it. After Ryan moved and began to enter the domain of the great fairy, AJU shook her head to come back to reality and followed. Once he stepped into the pool of water, she followed suit. When the cool water touched the wound on her paw, the blood leaked into the pool, but then the water began to shine, and the cut was healed. A gentle chuckle was heard, and a leaf gently floated down to the pool between them and the water rippled lightly. He Diana?’t notice her paw or that he was also no feeling so much better. His sole focus was on the chuckle and the leaf that came down. His eyes shifted up to look into the darkness at the ceiling to find her. He Diana?’t know if he could speak to her or if it would be just like the humans and sound only as a wolf. The water began to glow so brightly that AJU had to close her eyes to keep them from burning. Her ears twitched with she felt a gentle hand resting on the top of her head. She slowly opened her eyes to see a woman with long silky white hair and large transparent wings folded in along her back. Pearl colored leaves that seemed to glow like the water they stood in covered her body." Young ones I hear your souls cry. I know of the evil that had now nested in the castle." The fairy looked to Ryan then sighed. "You father spirit burns within you, but your journey had just begun." Her attention was brought back to the both of them, and she stroked the tops of both their heads before stepping back from them. "The curse placed on you is strong. I can return you to your original forms, but only for a little while. Once you banish the evil from this land will the curse be lifted fully..... Now young heroes of Rule shed your beastly skins and save our land." She raised her arms and the fountain was enveloped in a great light once again. AJU closed her eyes and blacked out.((When they shift back should they be clothed or not??)) He listened to the great fairy?’s words knowing that he had a lot of responsibility placed on his shoulders. He nodded his head as he felt himself enveloped in the light. Furthermore, he could feel the subtle changes start before he blacked out feeling his body shift and change was just too much. He panted hard as he came back to wakefulness his eyes slowly forcing themselves open as he looked over for AJU. Furthermore, he Diana?’t even seem to notice his lack of clothes?¦or hers for that matter. As a wolf it Hanna?’t mattered, and they were both flat on their faces on the floor so until they moved nothing could be seen to make it matter as humans. AJU's eyes slowly fluttered open, and she winced as the light slowly faded. She sat up and looked down at her human body. Her hands slowly ran over her legs, her abdomen, then her hair. Her silvery eyes then rested on Ryan and she smiled softly. ".... We're human again." She said softly. It wasn't apparent to her that they were nude yet. He smiled sitting UPA?¦it was then that he noticed that they were both naked. It took him a moment to register what that meant and in that time she could have easily seen how well-endowed he was. He blushed and turned around as he could still over picture what she looked like, but he could clearly see that she had already filled out nicely from what was pressed against the ground. It was all he could do to keep himself from getting hard which he was failing at. AJU's expression changed when she watched his own face change from happiness to embarrassment. She blinked and looked over his bare body and then looked down at her breast pressed against the ground. She blushed and covered them with her arms. Furthermore, she then turned away and grew silent. He was blushing also and Linda?’t know what to say, not knowing if there was anything he should say. Finally, the great fairy took over. Â?? Arenâ?’t you two going to get up and get going on your trip? Time is passing by that you could use.â? Ryan had no clue what to say and just slowly sat up trying to hide his growing erection but not succeeding. She remained seated with her back turned. Her arms were covering her chest and her legs were curled up close to chest as well. When she heard the great fairy telling them to go, she gulped and looked up at her. "Is there anyway you could give us some clothes? It would be difficult to explain to the villagers why we are ...naked." AJU said softly. The fairy paused and then chuckled. "I guess you have a point." Then a couple fairies sprouted from the well and floated over to them. They instructed them to stand, so AJU stood. She looked over her shoulder at Ryan then the fairy spun around her swiftly and clothes appeared over her nude form.

Descendants of heroes. (Zelda Rp) ((Asaka-Chan_Kolath))|rating:4.0

Zombies_ Meh. IC

THE OC THREAD IS HERE. IC FROM NOW ON.viewtopic.php?f=31&amp;t=246029&amp;start=25 Zombies. Meh. Budi is in Moscow, or what used to be Moscow. He was a soldier from Indonesia, on a joint military training with ASEAN and the surrounding countries. After the drills, he was supposed to have a vacation, a short one in Russia. Then, Zombies. Outbreak. All hell broke loose. They managed to evacuate the citizens, then one of them got bit. The chaos ensued. The governments are confused and then just abandoned them here. From a soldier to a forced survivalist, now Audi is trying to escape from the hellish Russia. He now is in an apartment he managed to enter. His rifle almost empty, his pistol still full, he grabbed a bag with first aid kit and a water, and now he is in a locked room, with litters everywhere. A some sort of party there. He grabbed a baseball bat. He will wait until day, maybe. Furthermore, he had seen 2 female bodies in the room, looked like trying to survive in vain while zombies attacked. Poor thing, though he is able to kill the zombies who killed them. Now, he waits. John Worth Kern, RussiaSenator Kern woke up in his large house in the Russian countryside to see on the news that a virus was infecting people around the world and turning them into mindless flesh eating killers. Quickly hoping to get his family together, he rushed to his house phone (a vintage and antique phone from the 1920s that he has been keeping) and dialed the number of his nephew, Dr. George Lawson (another notable ancestor of mine). When George answered Senator Kern said "George! Are you watching the news?!" George said no. Senator Kern told George to turn it on which he did. "Get in your car and drive here now with your family. It's a long drive from St. Petersburg so I suggest you bring all the supplies you can." George quickly complied and gathered his family and things. While George was driving to John's large mansion, John Kern was busy fortifying the place to be able to be defensed for years. He gathered his two revolvers and his rifle together, started reinforcing the iron gate which surrounded his large property, boarding all but one of the windows in the house (one to snipe out of), and securing the entrances of the two storage sheds in the yard. When George arrived, John opened up the iron gate and let him drive the car onto the cobblestone path toward the house. George, his wife, and his son got out and rushed into the house carrying their things. "We should be safe here, if we can defend the place. I have two revolvers and a scoped hunting rifle to help with that. We can farm on the land and live an agrarian lifestyle." John said to George. That was the week the infection began. Now the family had been living in Kern's mansion for the entire infection, planting large quantities of plants and using the small creek running across the property to water the crops. Zombie attacks were uncommon out in the countryside, and they were relatively safe. But, of course, they had to kill a few of them trying to get through the gate every once in a while. Zane walked down the street hidden in the shadows of the building magnums out. Joining the company with the worst criminal history ever was bad. When they sent you into Russia? Worse. When they lied and want you dead to blame on Russia? Now he was mad. He walked down the street tired. Nothing to eat for days, but he had to ration. He thought he heard moaning behind him. He turned around put a gun to the walker and fired. Bad news, it wasn't a walker. Good news, at least the person wasn't dead. He immediately pulled them to the cover of a building. He cleared the area first then barricaded the doors. Furthermore, he watched out the window." Moscow sucks." He thought to himself. That past weak and been cold and miserable. He looked down the street. Was that movement by the building? He watched it more careful. Rachel sat watching another hoard come closer and closer. He shot into it with his Uzi. He watched as a good amount fell, and the rest kept coming. Furthermore, he reloaded and continued firing. "Where's backup when you need it?" he asked himself. Why, oh why did I come here, he thought. He shot a few more times taking out the rest. It was calm again, for now. Rainier stalked through the streets of Moscow, working in an attempt to simply find a little shelter or somewhere to sleep, he hadn't slept in a full day, he was down to two magazines on the pistol he found on the dying Smetana he found near the Kremlin. He walked down an empty alley and sealed the metal door behind him. Sighing, he walked over to a chair and sat in the small room, a door on either side. He saw a dead body next to him, he looted it for a few bullets and then shot it. He then walked through the second door, then quickly dove back inside, seeing someone inside the next room, staring outside a barricaded door. He stood, trying to think of something to say that wouldn't get him shot. When he heard of the zombie apocalypse Jack did in what he would do encase of almost any type of problems such as this one grabbing his gear he made sure to have it all ready to go, after staying home for almost a week he was forced to leave his house after running too low on food taking his bike and essentials with him in search of food and people. Ariel ran over the zombies her foot pressing on the gas crashing into them as if they were bowling pins, and she was the ball. Laughing like maniac she swerved right into a human feeling the lurching bump of the body being run over. After avoiding a pile if dead zombies, which had been shot by a machine gun by the look, she continued to make her way through the city. TallahasseeRussiaTallahassee heard the sounds the undead and the sound of an Uzi going off. John ran to where it had come from and found a man there just waiting. "Hey you what are you doing here?" Asked Tallahassee as he walked over to the man while walking over the dead zombies the man had just shot. The trip getting here had been a long and difficult one, but hardships weren't new to him. They were everywhere, and He knew he had to get back to the house he was staying in soon to finish his little project and get out of the city. New Roman Empire wrote:TallahasseeRussiaTallahassee heard the sounds the undead and the sound of an Uzi going off. John ran to where it had come from and found a man there just waiting. "Hey you what are you doing here?" Asked Tallahassee as he walked over to the man while walking over the dead zombies the man had just shot. The trip getting here had been a long and difficult one, but hardships weren't new to him. They were everywhere, and He knew he had to get back to the house he was staying in soon to finish his little project and get out of the city." Good question. Sadly I don't have a good answer for you." He checked his guns to make sure they were fully functional and loaded and then checked his supplies in the Russian equilevant of a SWAT car. "Running low on food. Not good." He turned his attention back to the man. "Lieutenant Rachel Rinse of the United States Army. And you are?" "Folks called me Tallahassee, well not to many people around here now. So Lieutenant why are you here? I thought the army was to keep the zombies in and not let anyone in or out of the barricade." Said Tallahassee as he leaned against the wall and then spoke again, "If your low on food, then follow me. I have been using a house nearby to work on a project that should get me out of here and past that barricade." Said Tallahassee. New Roman Empire wrote:"Folks called me Tallahassee, well not to many people around here now. So Lieutenant why are you here? I thought the army was to keep the zombies in and not let anyone in or out of the barricade." Said Tallahassee as he leaned against the wall and then spoke again, "If your low on food, then follow me. I have been using a house nearby to work on a project that should get me out of here and past that barricade." Said Tallahassee. Racael some in a low whisper. "At the moment, I AM the barricade. Behind me there is no gate for about a mile. I can't leave this post." Alito Armor wrote:Zombies. Meh. Budi is in Moscow, or what used to be Moscow. He was a soldier from Indonesia, on a joint military training with ASEAN and the surrounding countries. After the drills, he was supposed to have a vacation, a short one in Russia. Then, Zombies. Outbreak. All hell broke loose. They managed to evacuate the citizens, then one of them got bit. The chaos ensued. The governments are confused and then just abandoned them here. From a soldier to a forced survivalist, now Audi is trying to escape from the hellish Russia. He now is in an apartment he managed to enter. His rifle almost empty, his pistol still full, he grabbed a bag with first aid kit and a water, and now he is in a locked room, with litters everywhere. A some sort of party there. He grabbed a baseball bat. He will wait until day, maybe. Furthermore, he had seen 2 female bodies in the room, looked like trying to survive in vain while zombies attacked. Poor thing, though he is able to kill the zombies who killed them. Now, he waits. It's almost the day. Budi grabbed all of his supplies and went out. He intends to looks for a car and then a dock. Fortunately, he can hitch a ride to China or Japan. When he arrived at the first floor, however, to his horrors, zombies are in front of a lightly barricaded door, banging to beg for entering the apartment. Horrified, Audi went to the back door from the kitchen, killed 2 zombified chefs and grabbed a frozen sandwich from the fridge as his breakfast. Yummy, the thoughts to himself. He opened the door slowly, and thankfully no zombies there. He spotted what looks like to be a police car. Furthermore, he inspected the car, and found nothing except the keys on the car still on. Furthermore, he quickly turns on the engine, and rides to the road, before turning his direction to the next military quarantine zone, where he is supposed to be there. Zane checked the body. Dead. He checked the body. 12 magnum bullets and 3 shotgun rounds. He stood and turned towards the door to see a man. He piled our both magnums aimed right at the bridge of his nose." Who are you?" He demanded. "No bandit, names rainier, I was about to leave for saint peters-burg when a quarantine locked me down." He said, withdrawing his pistol, with the name Alexei Makovich on the barrel. Placing it on a nearby counter, "I've been trying to fuel a small held on the top of a hospital, I can tell you where it is, but not if you shoot me." He says, making eye contact to make the point. The United Soviet Socialist Republic wrote:John Worth Kern, RussiaSenator Kern woke up in his large house in the Russian countryside to see on the news that a virus was infecting people around the world and turning them into mindless flesh eating killers. Quickly hoping to get his family together, he rushed to his house phone (a vintage and antique phone from the 1920s that he has been keeping) and dialed the number of his nephew, Dr. George Lawson (another notable ancestor of mine). When George answered Senator Kern said "George! Are you watching the news?!" George said no. Senator Kern told George to turn it on which he did. "Get in your car and drive here now with your family. It's a long drive from St. Petersburg so I suggest you bring all the supplies you can." George quickly complied and gathered his family and things. While George was driving to John's large mansion, John Kern was busy fortifying the place to be able to be defensed for years. He gathered his two revolvers and his rifle together, started reinforcing the iron gate which surrounded his large property, boarding all but one of the windows in the house (one to snipe out of), and securing the entrances of the two storage sheds in the yard. When George arrived, John opened up the iron gate and let him drive the car onto the cobblestone path toward the house. George, his wife, and his son got out and rushed into the house carrying their things. "We should be safe here, if we can defend the place. I have two revolvers and a scoped hunting rifle to help with that. We can farm on the land and live an agrarian lifestyle." John said to George. That was the week the infection began. Now the family had been living in Kern's mansion for the entire infection, planting large quantities of plants and using the small creek running across the property to water the crops. Zombie attacks were uncommon out in the countryside, and they were relatively safe. But, of course, they had to kill a few of them trying to get through the gate every once in a while. Alexis had been travelling for nearly a week by car, bike, and worst of all, on foot. At the moment she was driving a beaten twinkle van. Well, she was. See, it broke down about a mile back, and she was back on her feet, large bag in tow. She stumbled across a large house with a gate seemingly inhabited by live people. She pulled out her small shotgun just in case. Furthermore, she stood at the gate, prepared to climb over. Genius wrote:The United Soviet Socialist Republic wrote:John Worth Kern, RussiaSenator Kern woke up in his large house in the Russian countryside to see on the news that a virus was infecting people around the world and turning them into mindless flesh eating killers. Quickly hoping to get his family together, he rushed to his house phone (a vintage and antique phone from the 1920s that he has been keeping) and dialed the number of his nephew, Dr. George Lawson (another notable ancestor of mine). When George answered Senator Kern said "George! Are you watching the news?!" George said no. Senator Kern told George to turn it on which he did. "Get in your car and drive here now with your family. It's a long drive from St. Petersburg so I suggest you bring all the supplies you can." George quickly complied and gathered his family and things. While George was driving to John's large mansion, John Kern was busy fortifying the place to be able to be defensed for years. He gathered his two revolvers and his rifle together, started reinforcing the iron gate which surrounded his large property, boarding all but one of the windows in the house (one to snipe out of), and securing the entrances of the two storage sheds in the yard. When George arrived, John opened up the iron gate and let him drive the car onto the cobblestone path toward the house. George, his wife, and his son got out and rushed into the house carrying their things. "We should be safe here, if we can defend the place. I have two revolvers and a scoped hunting rifle to help with that. We can farm on the land and live an agrarian lifestyle." John said to George. That was the week the infection began. Now the family had been living in Kern's mansion for the entire infection, planting large quantities of plants and using the small creek running across the property to water the crops. Zombie attacks were uncommon out in the countryside, and they were relatively safe. But, of course, they had to kill a few of them trying to get through the gate every once in a while. Alexis had been travelling for nearly a week by car, bike, and worst of all, on foot. At the moment she was driving a beaten twinkle van. Well, she was. See, it broke down about a mile back, and she was back on her feet, large bag in tow. She stumbled across a large house with a gate seemingly inhabited by live people. She pulled out her small shotgun just in case. Furthermore, she stood at the gate, prepared to climb over. George Lawson was at the one window onboarded on the third story of the mansion. He had the scoped hunting rifle and was about the shoot the woman, mistaking her for an undead, before seeing her climbing the gate. "John! There is a living person out there, climbing the gate. What should we do?" George yelled, rushing down the spiral staircase. "Let's go out and greet our guest. I'll bring my revolvers in case she's hostile. C'mon!" Senator Kern said, pulling out his two fine revolvers from their holsters. They opened up the French doors into the house and rushed toward the trespasser, guns loaded but not pointed at her. "Welcome to our little place, but generally trespassers aren't welcomed in any place. Name's John Kern, ex senator. Who are you?" John said as the two approached the woman. The United Soviet Socialist Republic wrote:Genius wrote:Alexis had been travelling for nearly a week by car, bike, and worst of all, on foot. At the moment she was driving a beaten twinkle van. Well, she was. See, it broke down about a mile back, and she was back on her feet, large bag in tow. She stumbled across a large house with a gate seemingly inhabited by live people. She pulled out her small shotgun just in case. Furthermore, she stood at the gate, prepared to climb over. George Lawson was at the one window onboarded on the third story of the mansion. He had the scoped hunting rifle and was about the shoot the woman, mistaking her for an undead, before seeing her climbing the gate. "John! There is a living person out there, climbing the gate. What should we do?" George yelled, rushing down the spiral staircase. "Let's go out and greet our guest. I'll bring my revolvers in case she's hostile. C'mon!" Senator Kern said, pulling out his two fine revolvers from their holsters. They opened up the French doors into the house and rushed toward the trespasser, guns loaded but not pointed at her. "Welcome to our little place, but generally trespassers aren't welcomed in any place. Name's John Kern, ex senator. Who are you?" John said as the two approached the woman." My name is Alexis Chronic. I would inquire your title, but I believe it would be best to be inside. Just let me grab my stuff." She went over and grabbed her suitcase full of medical supplies. "No one touches but me." Genius wrote:The United Soviet Socialist Republic wrote:George Lawson was at the one window onboarded on the third story of the mansion. He had the scoped hunting rifle and was about the shoot the woman, mistaking her for an undead, before seeing her climbing the gate. "John! There is a living person out there, climbing the gate. What should we do?" George yelled, rushing down the spiral staircase. "Let's go out and greet our guest. I'll bring my revolvers in case she's hostile. C'mon!" Senator Kern said, pulling out his two fine revolvers from their holsters. They opened up the French doors into the house and rushed toward the trespasser, guns loaded but not pointed at her. "Welcome to our little place, but generally trespassers aren't welcomed in any place. Name's John Kern, ex senator. Who are you?" John said as the two approached the woman." My name is Alexis Chronic. I would inquire your title, but I believe it would be best to be inside. Just let me grab my stuff." She went over and grabbed her suitcase full of medical supplies. "No one touches but me."" Nobody cares about your stuff. We have several acres of crops, enough guns to defend the place, and medical supplies. We don't need or want anything you have, Alexis." John said, walking down the cobblestone path to the doors of the mansion. "Anyway, you can feel free to stay here for a while, we could always use an extra hand to defend the place against any undead or help tend the fields. If you want, of course." He said on the way. The United Soviet Socialist Republic wrote:Genius wrote:"My name is Alexis Chronic. I would inquire your title, but I believe it would be best to be inside. Just let me grab my stuff." She went over and grabbed her suitcase full of medical supplies. "No one touches but me."" Nobody cares about your stuff. We have several acres of crops, enough guns to defend the place, and medical supplies. We don't need or want anything you have, Alexis." John said, walking down the cobblestone path to the doors of the mansion. "Anyway, you can feel free to stay here for a while, we could always use an extra hand to defend the place against any undead or help tend the fields. If you want, of course." He said on the way." You don't seem to understand. THIS.....could hold the cure. I just need to crack the genetic code. Oh, well.... I have time. Any available rooms?" When she walked in she immediately began making herself look presentable out of habit. "Ugh....do you have any clothes to wear? These are rancid." Genius wrote:The United Soviet Socialist Republic wrote:"Nobody cares about your stuff. We have several acres of crops, enough guns to defend the place, and medical supplies. We don't need or want anything you have, Alexis." John said, walking down the cobblestone path to the doors of the mansion. "Anyway, you can feel free to stay here for a while, we could always use an extra hand to defend the place against any undead or help tend the fields. If you want, of course." He said on the way." You don't seem to understand. THIS.....could hold the cure. I just need to crack the genetic code. Oh, well.... I have time. Any available rooms?" When she walked in she immediately began making herself look presentable out of habit. "Ugh....do you have any clothes to wear? These are rancid." John smiled. "Yes. There are three guest rooms you can use. There are two bathrooms, both have baths installed. You may go and heat some water and take a nice hot bath if you wish. There are spare clothes in the closets in the guest rooms. I will show you if you wish." He said. The United Soviet Socialist Republic wrote:Genius wrote:"You don't seem to understand. THIS.....could hold the cure. I just need to crack the genetic code. Oh, well.... I have time. Any available rooms?" When she walked in she immediately began making herself look presentable out of habit. "Ugh....do you have any clothes to wear? These are rancid." John smiled. "Yes. There are three guest rooms you can use. There are two bathrooms, both have baths installed. You may go and heat some water and take a nice hot bath if you wish. There are spare clothes in the closets in the guest rooms. I will show you if you wish." He said. Alexis looked at him like he was a creeper. "I think I'll find them myself." She set off. Eventually, she did, after about an hour. After dropping of her supplies, she decided to tidy up. After doing so she returned to the main foyer. "So, what are we doing." Genius wrote:The United Soviet Socialist Republic wrote:John smiled. "Yes. There are three guest rooms you can use. There are two bathrooms, both have baths installed. You may go and heat some water and take a nice hot bath if you wish. There are spare clothes in the closets in the guest rooms. I will show you if you wish." He said. Alexis looked at him like he was a creeper. "I think I'll find them myself." She set off. Eventually, she did, after about an hour. After dropping of her supplies, she decided to tidy up. After doing so she returned to the main foyer. "So, what are we doing."" We are just about to have dinner. We will be having some nice vegetable soup. You are welcome to eat with us." John said, walking into the elaborate dining room, which had a glass chandelier with candles for illumination. The mansion still held a luxurious setting, despite not having electricity. Alias territories wrote:"No bandit, names rainier, I was about to leave for saint peters-burg when a quarantine locked me down." He said, withdrawing his pistol, with the name Alexei Makovich on the barrel. Placing it on a nearby counter, "I've been trying to fuel a small held on the top of a hospital, I can tell you where it is, but not if you shoot me." He says, making eye contact to make the point. Zane put the gun in his belt." Are there any others? He asked. Alito Armor wrote:Alito Armor wrote:Zombies. Meh. Budi is in Moscow, or what used to be Moscow. He was a soldier from Indonesia, on a joint military training with ASEAN and the surrounding countries. After the drills, he was supposed to have a vacation, a short one in Russia. Then, Zombies. Outbreak. All hell broke loose. They managed to evacuate the citizens, then one of them got bit. The chaos ensued. The governments are confused and then just abandoned them here. From a soldier to a forced survivalist, now Audi is trying to escape from the hellish Russia. He now is in an apartment he managed to enter. His rifle almost empty, his pistol still full, he grabbed a bag with first aid kit and a water, and now he is in a locked room, with litters everywhere. A some sort of party there. He grabbed a baseball bat. He will wait until day, maybe. Furthermore, he had seen 2 female bodies in the room, looked like trying to survive in vain while zombies attacked. Poor thing, though he is able to kill the zombies who killed them. Now, he waits. It's almost the day. Budi grabbed all of his supplies and went out. He intends to looks for a car and then a dock. Fortunately, he can hitch a ride to China or Japan. When he arrived at the first floor, however, to his horrors, zombies are in front of a lightly barricaded door, banging to beg for entering the apartment. Horrified, Audi went to the back door from the kitchen, killed 2 zombified chefs and grabbed a frozen sandwich from the fridge as his breakfast. Yummy, the thoughts to himself. He opened the door slowly, and thankfully no zombies there. He spotted what looks like to be a police car. Furthermore, he inspected the car, and found nothing except the keys on the car still on. Furthermore, he quickly turns on the engine, and rides to the road, before turning his direction to the next military quarantine zone, where he is supposed to be there. Hours of traveling finally got through Audi. He was exhausted, and almost fell asleep when his car stumbled on the large house with gate. Seems like a mansion, and boarded. Must be survivors living here. He then fell asleep due to exhaustion. After placing his weapon in his holster again, he shook his head, saying. "No, I was part of a small group, but they got killed, I've been trying to make it into the quarantine zone. But it is-int going well" he said, looking around for any supplies, "You have any gasoline?" Alito Armor wrote:Alito Armor wrote:It's almost the day. Budi grabbed all of his supplies and went out. He intends to looks for a car and then a dock. Fortunately, he can hitch a ride to China or Japan. When he arrived at the first floor, however, to his horrors, zombies are in front of a lightly barricaded door, banging to beg for entering the apartment. Horrified, Audi went to the back door from the kitchen, killed 2 zombified chefs and grabbed a frozen sandwich from the fridge as his breakfast. Yummy, the thoughts to himself. He opened the door slowly, and thankfully no zombies there. He spotted what looks like to be a police car. Furthermore, he inspected the car, and found nothing except the keys on the car still on. Furthermore, he quickly turns on the engine, and rides to the road, before turning his direction to the next military quarantine zone, where he is supposed to be there. Hours of traveling finally got through Audi. He was exhausted, and almost fell asleep when his car stumbled on the large house with gate. Seems like a mansion, and boarded. Must be survivors living here. He then fell asleep due to exhaustion. Alexis, looking out the window, saw the man collapse. "Senator?" she said to John. "There's someone alive out there." Alias territories wrote:after placing his weapon in his holster again, he shook his head, saying. "No, I was part of a small group, but they got killed, I've been trying to make it into the quarantine zone. But it is-int going well" he said, looking around for any supplies, "You have any gasoline?" Zane laughed." You still haven't figured out how to hack the gas pumps?" He asked. "Hah, no,most of them were empty or swarmed." he said, pulling a Jerry can that was half full from his pack. "I do know of one a bit down the road, I was out of ammo when I found it. If we work together, we can be out of here soon. What do you say?" He says, putting out his hand. Alias territories wrote:"hah, no,most of them were empty or swarmed." he said, pulling a Jerry can that was half full from his pack. "I do know of one a bit down the road, I was out of ammo when I found it. If we work together, we can be out of here soon. What do you say?" He says, putting out his hand. Zane walked around him." Nope. But if you ever do need me, I'll be out in the country," he said. "I hear there's a Russian official out there he said. He turned around again facing him. "You can come with me. He may have something's you can use. I have a pickup truck out back as well," he added. Rainier thought for a moment and said "might as well, I think you need an extra gun" and then followed Zane, keeping handgun at the ready for a betrayal on Zane's part, or an infected. Alias territories wrote:Rainier thought for a moment and said "might as well, I think you need an extra gun" and then followed Zane, keeping handgun at the ready for a betrayal on Zane's part, or an infected. Zane took him to the back of the building where a truck, with food in the back passengers seats and outfitted with 2 dog knells welded on the back. Inside where 2 German shepherds, the kennels opened into the back of the car, but a small door cut it off currently. And got in the car and turned to him." Which way?" He asked. "You said there was a Russian official in the country, that's probably our best chance" he said, pulling his UMP and checking the alley behind them. "Start the car and let's get out of here". He said, hopping in the shotgun seat and exhaled "the radio still work? Iv'e got Beethoven's fifth on CD in my backpack". Alias territories wrote:"You said there was a Russian official in the country, that's probably our best chance" he said, pulling his UMP and checking the alley behind them. "Start the car and let's get out of here". He said, hopping in the shotgun seat and exhaled "the radio still work? Iv'e got Beethoven's fifth on CD in my backpack"." He laughed. I mean your helicopter," he said flipping on the radio. "After we get through the ally you turn right, three exits later we turn left, on that street is the hospital." He said, placing the CD in the radio, classical music playing softly. "So what's with the dogs?" Alias territories wrote:"after we get through the ally you turn right, three exits later we turn left, on that street is the hospital." He said, placing the CD in the radio, classical music playing softly. "So what's with the dogs?" Zane drove down the road following his instructions." I just picked them up off the street," He said. "I protect them, they protect me, we keep each other company, heck I'll pick up any dog on the street," he said smiling. They drove by a walker. "We're going too fast to care." He thought. "Uh huh" he said, checking his magazine. "Pretty sure theirs enough space for them, its one of those Alaska transport helicopters, judging from the amount of dead bodies, I would say a rescue op for surgery patients". Alias territories wrote:"uh huh" he said, checking his magazine. "Pretty sure theirs enough space for them, its one of those Alaska transport helicopters, judging from the amount of dead bodies, I would say a rescue op for surgery patients"." Huh," he said. "Maybe we can modify it." "Maybe, but we need to be quick about it, stop here" he cocked his UMP and placed his free hand near the door. Alias territories wrote:"Maybe, but we need to be quick about it, stop here" he cocked his UMP and placed his free hand near the door. Zane stopped the car, putting one hand on a magnum and the other on the door to the dog kennels." What is it?" "Getting ready to kill the walkers, we use the fire stairs, bring the dogs once iv'e cleared the bottom stairs" he then opens the door, killing two infected and running to the emergency door, clearing the way for Zane and the dogs. Alias territories wrote:"Getting ready to kill the walkers, we use the fire stairs, bring the dogs once iv'e cleared the bottom stairs" he then opens the door, killing two infected and running to the emergency door, clearing the way for Zane and the dogs. Zane left up pulling out his dual magnums. He opened the dogs cages, and they left out, jumping on and ripping out the insides of the walkers. Rainier cleared the first two floors, sealing the stairwell doors leading to the hospital ward. "Shut the escape door once your inside" rainier says, tossing a chain down to Zane. Alias territories wrote:rainier cleared the first two floors, sealing the stairwell doors leading to the hospital ward. "Shut the escape door once your inside" rainier says, tossing a chain down to Zane. Zane followed his instructions calling for his dogs, Blaze, and gunner. He got them both inside and took down 7 of the 16 walkers. He closed the door and chained it closed. Furthermore, he turned to the older man." I never did get your name." "Rainier" he said, sealing the door to the fourth floor. "The chopper has enough fuel to get us out to the country, maybe all the way out to sea if were lucky". He said, waiting for Zane and the dogs to reach the top. Having not fired a weapon since basic hadn't been the best preparation for Nikolai (Bear). Things had certainly taken a turn for the worse for his career, and life expectancy in general. The last of his squad had been wiped out at the emergency facility in the grounds of the winter palace as the barricade fell, That had been the longest week of his life. Everyone he treated died, and then came back like some bad joke. The only treatment that worked was a bullet, and after the whiskey had run out he had considered the same treatment for himself. He had decided to get out of country, if he was going to die it was going to be on Ukrainian soil. There was a APC in the courtyard, and he was pretty confident he could drive it. The helicopter should still be at the hospital, if it hadn't already been stripped or taken by thieves and looters. His time schedule had moved up since the incident last night. He had seen walkers, they were the norm in this new world. But whatever that had been shaken him out of the whiskey fumes. Bear was a big man, but this thing, must have stood 8ft or more. He had thought himself finally dead as it was breaking down the security door. Luckily another survivor had heard and come running, straight into it. He put his foot to the pedal and didn't look back, he just hoped there was still something to drink at the hospital. "Plenty of space for the dogs Zane, cover me while I pour this Jerry can" Rainier said. He opened the door to the roof and then the passenger door to the held, he then went to the back of the helicopter "By the way, you can call me Bell." He said as he opened the gas cap and began pouring in what little gas he had scavenged. Having stopped at a liquor store for smokes and 3 bottles of Johnny Walker blue, for sterilization of course. He arrived at the Hospital side entrance, parking the APC on top of a truck. He hadn't seen a soul coming through the streets and was wondering how long he had until the military proceeded with the quarantine contingency. How long had he spent drunk and in and out of consciousness in that security suite? A week, two? Bears demons were in this APC with him, the ones outside didn't scare him. Finding Dutch courage in a fresh bottle he steadied himself and lit a fag, "Lucky strikes he thought to himself", he didn't feel that lucky. He kicked open the back ramp, rolling down the steps like a sailor on leave. Making a shopping list in his head of what he needed, Atropine, Morphine, and as many surgical tools as he could find. If he could find a Nitrous Oxide canister that would be sweet too. Riot shield in one hand and Beretta in the other he stepped into the hospital. Genius wrote:Alito Armor wrote:Hours of traveling finally got through Audi. He was exhausted, and almost fell asleep when his car stumbled on the large house with gate. Seems like a mansion, and boarded. Must be survivors living here. He then fell asleep due to exhaustion. Alexis, looking out the window, saw the man collapse. "Senator?" she said to John. "There's someone alive out there."" Is there now?" John said, pulling out his twin revolvers, cocking them, and walking to the French doors of the house. "George, get the rifle. We have company. Let's check and made sure they aren't hostile." He said, nodding to George. George rushed upstairs and ran back down with his hunting rifle. "Alexis, you come with us to check it out." John said, as he and George walked out the doors of the mansion. After the gas can was emptied, Abell hopped into the pilot seat of the helicopter and started the warm-up on the engine. The hallways stank of rotting meat. Every step made him gag and as he opened the doors to the theater a wave of decay hit him like a wall. He threw up and the taste of regurgitated whiskey made him reach for his water bottle. Something moved out of the corner of his eye and he knelt paralyzed at the sight of a walker crawling towards him. He fired once, but he had the shakes again and missed by a foot or more, his second took it through the shoulder. He closed his eyes and breathed the rancid air deep. The next shot took it straight through the temple. He gathered the surgical tools and washed them in the sink. The hospital still had running water, surprising... He found the Atropine, Morphine and a small cylinder of Nitrous oxide. He could do without the rest, he couldn't stand the smell anymore. The quicker he got out of here the better, every shadow seemed to look like the thing outside that security suite. Finding the stairwell he stopped and listened, what was that noise? It was getting closer definitely but.... As the hoard of walkers rounded the corner drawn by the shots bear lost the fight or flight battle and pelted up the stairwell.... Alias territories wrote:After the gas can was emptied, Abell hopped into the pilot seat of the helicopter and started the warm-up on the engine." Wait," said Zane. He grabbed a welder and added the dog cages into the sides. He put all the food in there, dogs in, and jumped in the front seat." Let's go. Lets check out the country." Bell nodded, and then kicked on the engine. He pulled and handed Zane a headset then proceeded to lift off, he muttered only one thing to Zane as the aircraft flew past the capitol building and the red square. Something Zane barley heard, "Goodbye Alexei", was the only thing Zane heard from Bell. The same name Alexei was what was inscribed on the pistol. Bear reached the roof and wedged the door shut with steel pipe. He could hear a helicopter?? No.... Newton..... running toward the pad he could see the receding chopper passing over the square. As he sank to his knees and the door to the roof started to bang that bullet looked mighty tasty again. As he waited to be swarmed he lit a fag and took out the johnny walker. Might as well die in style he thought. Falling out of the bag came the radio. The radio...... Shit. Chopper chopper come in.... chopper I say again come in.....switching through the frequencies. The door was breaking, he didn't have long. IOC: DO NOT SWEAR. FIRST WARNING. Zane played with the radio set when he heard a voice." This is chopper come in?" He replied. "This is chopper come in".......... Bear could have wept, "CPT Nikolai Lysenko, I'm on the roof of St Petersburg General Hospital""Iv got about 4 minutes before it's going to be crowded up here, need Evan asap" "Gotcha" Zane replied then turned. "Rainer you hear that?" The door was breaking he could see the pipe coming loose, even if the chopper turned now he was going to be up here with them for at least two minutes before the chopper arrived. He searched through his bag for the grenades."three left... "if he pulled it now it would take the door with it and there would be nothing to hold back the rest, he had three clips and 7 grenade rounds for the M4A.... He wasn't a combat soldier.... The whiskey, he rifled through the bag and grabbed a strip of bandage and soaked it in whiskey, lighting the cocktail he threw i through the smashed window of the door. They were no squeals, no screaming, not even shout of alarm... just the sound and smell of burning flesh, but still they kept coming at the door..... He loaded the launcher and waited for the inevitable. Daniel was nothing anymore. He used to be in the United States Air Force, until he got bite. They didn't listen to him, just banished him." I'll be fine!! It's been a week and I'm still perfectly normal!" He recalled saying. Of course, they didn't listen. Not with more than 5 of my crew being eaten over the days." We don't know what's going on, but you're leaving. NOW!" His commander ordered him. He didn't need them. He had his flamethrower and Spas. And if those guns weren't enough, he had his scythe. He was untouchable. By zombies and humans alike. He was the worst of both worlds. Half-zombie, the other half human. So here Dan was, holding a lone building in Maine, U.S. The endless hordes of zombies never stopped coming, and then surely burning to crisp thanks to the flamethrower. Dan was Hungary. There was no denying that. He would just eat the zombie corpses, but he didn't want to risk obtaining more of the infection. What he craved was simple. Human flesh... This RP is now dead. Thanks to those who played. Feel free to join my next one, a Star Wars RP. This RP ISIN dead, I waited like three days for you to respond and 1 I was busy, unless you yourself have ended this I can still participate, as well as bear and Jacob Bring your character to this thread AliosWhen the dead rise, may more character and activity, you can use the same char if u wantviewtopic.php?f=31&amp;t=246472

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{"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} ​Route 17, Just Outside Sterling Forest State Park, New York - A Random Saturday Evening in the Winter of 2019Cruising along Route 17 in his brand new, cheery-red Ferrari, William Dallies was feeling pretty pleased with himself on this particular Saturday evening. Having just departed from a black tie, charity event that he single-handedly conceived of, coordinated, and hosted, he couldn't help himself from boasting about the quarter of a million dollars the function had managed to raise in just under three hours flat. "No lie, Hunter," he called out to his cell phone, which was safely secured in its hands-free holder on the glowing dashboard before him, "we raised a little over two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, in three hours! That's practically unheard of for this type of organization."" Damn, Will, that's really something," the deep voice on the other end of the line replied, only after tossing out a long whistle to show their admiration for such an impressive sum. "You should be proud of yourself."" Uh, yeah, why do you think I'm calling everyone I know, just to rub it... I mean, share my good fortune?" he half-joked, as his bright-green eyes darted between the speedometer before him and the long stretch of painfully quite highway ahead of him, a stretch that was basically tempting him to put his foot on the gas so that he could test out his new wheels. Why go only ten over the speed limit when you could easily go twenty or even thirty? Yeah. Why the hell not? He thought as he began to apply pressure to the pedal with his gold-tipped, leather dress boot. "You're such an ass," the voice on the cell blurted, before letting a chuckle slip." Yeah, but I'm a successful ass, who just brought in a lot of money," William replied before reaching up with his gloved hand to disengage the call, using the button on his leather-encased steering wheel to do so. Whether Hunter was finished speaking with him or not, he was done with Hunter. The guy was nice enough, he was, but he wasn't exactly in William's league. Actually, the only reason he spoke to the young entrepreneur was to get him to invest in one of his numerous business ventures, which there seemed to be an ever-growing number of. Not that there was anything wrong with him wanting to stick his finger in as many pots as possible, but at some point, it was all going to catch up with him. If not now, certainly soon enough, or so his alleged friends usually told him. They're just jealous, was what he often told himself, and what he was even telling himself right now, as he roared down the road, feeling more than a little untouchable, completely unaware that he had just flown by an officer of the law, who sat lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce at just the right moment. The night had been boring for Gerald Hayes, and that tended to be the case unless the moon was full on a Friday night. As a traffic officer staking out his stretch of road, he just spent nights watching the blur of headlights goes by until one did enough to warrant putting down the coffee and donuts, so to speak... If he was being honest, sometimes it literally did come down to putting the donuts down to chase someone. That night happened to be a donut night, as the crumbs in his mustache could attest. It was always snitching on him, that thing. It had a bad habit of pulling up into a sneer when he was supposed to be frowning, or when he came across a pulled-over person he'd like to do more to than just write a ticket. Some people deserved more than just a ticket, after all. Everyone thinks of traffic laws of boring at best or unnecessary at worst. More than once he'd heard people justify speeding by saying that the Germans don't have speed limits on that Autobahn of theirs. Sure, but they sure weren't in Germany, were they. Some people just didn't learn-especially not when they could just pay it off and not suffer for it. Annoying. Those were the people he liked to take justice into his own hand with... But he was daydreaming, which he couldn't afford to do. What if something happened?... Boring. Nothing was happening. Traffic was flowing by with only the occasional speeder going by, and they weren't going fast enough for it to be worth it... Officer Hayes wasn't interested, anyway. He didn't like to pull people over unless he got a feeling from them that pulling them out of their car would be enjoyable, or if someone was truly blazing by--A blur of red tore right past him, forcing Hayes to bolt up in his seat and nearly spill his coffee. What a maniac! That's the kind of thing that got Gerald's blood pumping. This was a chance to really put someone in their place. From what glimpse he got of the car, it was a nice one. Meaning it was a rich person, probably (hopefully!) a man, probably spoiled rotten. Didn't care about other people's safety, didn't think laws applied to them... Oh, that was the ideal target. The sirens were the only thing faster than Gerald's cruiser on the road. Traffic slowed down and spread out to avoid his furious speed, parting like a Red Sea of steel. It was decently busy for the hour too, which made it more satisfying to pick out and pull up behind the speeding red Ferrari. With how close Gerald was getting to it, it could not be more clear which car was supposed to pull over. Roaring down the highway at least twenty-five miles over the speed limit, William didn't slow down when the road became slightly congested. No, instead, he simply skirted around the trucks and minivans that looked like they were standing still as he raced by. Where'd they come from?he thought, a little surprised by the sudden uptick in traffic. Flooring it, he was now nothing but a red blur to them, as he cut left, then right, then left again so that he could remain in the passing lane for as long as possible. Who cared that it was only meant to be used for passing? If he wanted to eat up Route 17, he would do as he damn well pleased, even if it meant flashing his high beams or blasting his horn, just to clear a path before him, which he also did, quite liberally, when there wasn't an easy way around. At this point in the night, he pretty much owned the road. Nobody could touch him, nobody would even dare to..." Fuck me!" William suddenly barked, with a punch to the steering wheel, as he caught sight of the cop's red and blue lights flashing in his rearview mirror. Fuck, fuck, fuck, was all he could repeatedly think as he pondered, for a heartbeat, making a run for it. However, even though that was certainly a tempting option, even he knew better than to toy with the law. At this point, the officer's dash cam probably caught an image of his plate - now that he was practically up William's ass - so even if he did manage to get away, they would still be able to track him down. You got me, pig, you got me, he thought, as he glanced up at the mirror, flipping it the middle finger just because he felt like it, not caring if the officer or cam could see it." This better be quick," he muttered, with a roll of his eyes, as he began to slow down, shifting gears as smoothly as he could, so that he didn't run the risk of seizing up the engine or, worse still, losing complete control. Going from zero to ninety was easy, but abruptly dropping from the high-end of the speedometer to the lowest, in just under thirty seconds, was something else. He had to handle the sudden shift with kid gloves or run the risk of burning something out or flipping the damn thing over. Finally feeling comfortable enough to settle into a spot on the side of the road, William threw the sleek sport scar into park, undid his seatbelt, and reached across to the glove compartment where he kept his registration. Once that was in his gloved hand, he used his other to withdraw his money clip from an interior pocket of his muscle-hugging, dinner jacket so that he could pluck his license from it. Ready to do business, he tapped the control for the window next to him and readied himself for the officer's arrival, all the while thinking to himself, Please don't be one of those asinine pigs with a chip on their shoulder and a baton lodged deep where the sun doesn't shine. Gerald was something of a pig, as his reputation could attest, but did he have a chip on his shoulder as he sat in his cruiser and waited to be sure the Ferrari had stopped? ... He did. He couldn't help but smirk viciously at himself in the rearview and brush his thick, dark-colored mustache down with his thumb and pointer. At least he could say his baton was where it was supposed to be, which was at his hip. Nobody could say he wasn't dressed and kitted out properly for his job, but one could reasonably allege that maybe he needed to get a uniform one size bigger. The thing wasn'tsupposed be clinging onto the muscles of his arms like that or to his calves, but what was anybody going to do about it? Be mad? Speaking of, mad is what he expected the man in the parked car to be. These types always were. They just couldn't believe anybody would have the balls to hold them accountable for once, but that's what made this part of the job so enjoyable... The door to his cruiser shut behind Gerald, and he started to approach the Ferrari with all the things he needed, ranging from a pen and the papers he'd need to give a ticket to a pair of handcuffs dangling from his belt. It was dark that night. Extremely dark. If not for the constant stream of cars racing by and their near-blinding headlights, it would be too dark to see how the officer's gait was maybe just a littletooenthusiastic. After all, most officers said that traffic stops were terrifying just because it was impossible to know what would be waiting for them in the vehicle, but Gerald didn't feel that way. He knew the people who used this road very well by then, thanks to the years of doing what he did on that one section of highway. He tapped his finger on the glass of the Ferrari's driver-side window, smirking hard enough to crack a lesser man's face. It only took one look at the angry guy at the driver's seat to know that this was going to be fun for at least one of them... Hopefully both. The kind of man to throw up the bird at an officer was bound to be a handful. Casually watching in the side mirror as the officer exited his patrol car and sauntered towards the Ferrari, William tried to assess the guy's demeanor. Obviously, with it being night, it was hard to make out his expression, although, as other vehicles zipped by, they did illuminate his face just long enough for William to make out his sizable mustache that dominated his upper lip. The thing was, well, a bit obscene, hardening back to the kind of facial hair that porn stars once wore in the late seventies and early eighties, not that William knew from first-hand experience, but he'd scene enough memes referencing such a thing. As for that saunter, it did seem more than a little pronounced, meaning he was either a cocky bastard or he enjoyed his job a bit too much. Perhaps both? William would soon find out. Hitting the control for the window, which he had been fingering for the last minute or so, William waited just long enough for it to completely slide down before he dangled his arm through the opening with both of his documents in hand. "Evening officer," he was surprisingly quick to greet him, attempting to keep his deep voice as calm and as respectful as he could, even though he had the urge to bitch and moan. "Here ya go," he then offered as he waved the documents in the cold night air. "Oh, and, yeah. I'm well aware I was speeding," he was also quick to offer, hopefully trimming off a bit of time by openly acknowledging his wrongdoing. Now just be a good little piggy and write me up my ticket, he thought, as he took in the officer's surprisingly tight uniform, the crotch of which was on full display, given the very low profile of the Ferrari. Gerald chuckled darkly, twitching his considerable mustache in the process of doing so. This guy -who was named William, according to his license-really did think he was above everyone else, didn't he? The officer read through the offered documents with a joyfully bemused expression that was usually reserved for reading the kind of texts at work that could get him fired. He turned his eyes to William and leaned his weight against the car, resting the palm of one hand on the roof. "You knew you were speeding?" he asked, just on the verge of our right laughing. "Then why'd you do it? Be one thing if you just had your foot heavy on the gas, y'know, but why speed intentionally? Daddy wouldn't buy you a race car?" Was it unprofessional to talk down to someone he'd just pulled over? Yep. Was it dangerous? For lesser officers, sure. Did he get a kick out of it anyway? Very much so, yep. If smugness had a smell, Gerald would reek of it. All the power was in his hands, he knew, and all he needed to get to the fun part of this was to get some sort of reaction out of William. Some sort of outburst-didn't matter how big or how justified. All the officer needed was an excuse to really sink his teeth into the guy... Literally, perhaps. The officer licked his lips for a moment, openly eyeing the man in the driver's seat in a manner decidedly not fit for being in public. While writing some nonsense down in his papers for the sake of looking busy, he leaned even further into the car and crossed his dirty black boots at the ankle, and said, mockingly, "You must have been looking to be pulled over. That right?" So asshole it is, William thought to himself as the officer proceeded to prolong the process by first lingering on his documents for a bit longer than was needed, before questioning his judgement, only to end his opening remarks with an insult, implying that he was a spoiled brat. Really? Was that necessary? Just because the guy had a badge pinned to his chest and a gun on his hip didn't mean he had the freedom to treat others like they were beneath him when they obviously weren't. William had a fairly good understanding of his rights and he also knew that he didn't have to put up with this shit, especially in this day and age where, on an almost weekly basis, countless officers found themselves under a microscope for their questionable behavior. Did this guy want to find himself on the receiving end of an investigation? Because William was willing to go there, without any hesitation." Well, officer," he began his retort, purposefully speaking slow, as if to imply that he would have a problem following him, "wouldn't you prefer motorists to be aware of what they're doing behind the wheel? Seems more careless to me to unwittingly speed than to purposefully do so, knowing that you have full control over the car, instead of treating it like a toy." Taking a breath, he then added, "As for my well-connected father, he's always been exceedingly generous to a good number of people, myself included. As a matter of fact, over the years, I believe he's made several sizable donations to a variety of local law enforcement agencies, possibly even yours..."" Officer Hayes," he made certain to stress as he leaned close enough to read his tag." It would be a shame if something or someone got in the way of that." Sitting back now with a smug expression, William let his veiled threat - that which spoke of a powerful, affluent family who weren't opposed to fucking with the law - hang in the night air between them; however, it either didn't register or the pig simply didn't care, because the look he was dishing out in return was far from worried and more in line with, well, something a bit more lascivious. Jesus. What the hell is up with this guy? William wondered, as he began to feel a bit uncomfortable under his questionable gaze that now hovered a bit more closely as he leaned in." I guess I figured you'd be off eating donuts and drinking coffee, as you guys are prone to do," he then replied, essentially ignoring the officer's ridiculous question, before motioning directly at his mustache and the crumbs that remained nestled in it. "You, uh, got a little something stuck in there." The officer chuckled, darkly. He chuckled like someone had just died in front of him, if such a thing could be funny. At what? Just about everything, really. Everything this guy thought he was getting away with and why. Really, did he just argue that speeding in the Ferrari like he had been was anythinglessthan treating it like a toy? Did he think a powerful man, like his father apparently was, would be so quick to have his son's reckless, entitled behavior dragged out into the public eye? The scandal it would be if a father stopped funding the police as soon as his own son was exposed to be petulant shit... It set the colony of butterflies living in Gerald's stomach into a joyous frenzy. Officer Hayes liked his mustache clean, holding his gaze against William's the whole time. Nobody would be blamed for assuming that, judging by Hayes' way of staring, he was hungry for something a bit more meaty and substantive than donuts just then. The officer chuckled again, that time shifting his stance so that one arm was propped against the roof of the vehicle and that the other was at his hip, and that one foot was standing closer to the car than the other. It was almost too cold to be wasting so much time on this guy, and the threat of rain was suddenly much more credible as clouds rolled in from nowhere as if following the traffic, but Gerald didn't care. William's problem wasn't that he was speed, but that he was jerk. Plain and simple. Gerald didn't tolerate those well." Get out the car," he said, firmly and with some barely concealed mirth. Offering wasn't supposed to be fun, probably, but that hadn't hampered his enjoyment so far. "Out of the car, and hand me your keys. Stand with your back to me, alright? Yeah, yeah. I know that you know your rights and all... I'll read 'em to you if I have to, but don't make that be the case, alright? You know what this is." Or at least, he hoped William did. Didn't matter if he knew what sort of things happened to criminals and little shits on that open highway, but if the absolutely lecherous wink that accompanied Gerald's orders -and theywereorders- didn't tip him off, nothing would. Why the fuck is he laughing? William thought to himself, as he sat forward in his seat and glanced up at the officer, catching his unwavering and still very questionable gaze, which he was unable to look away from, no matter how hard he tried. This guy isn't just an asshole, he then thought, as he watched the man lick his curled upper lip and then his bush of a mustache beyond, he's a fucking psycho. Feeling like he was now under a microscope - a microscope that had the ability to strip him naked, that is, because that'the sort of look Officer Hayes was giving him - William found himself actually squirming in his seat. Never in his life had he had another man look at him this way. Had he been hit on by guys? Sure. He'd had his fair share of run-ons with gay guys who thought they had a chance with him, but he was usually able to shut them down with a single glance or, if they couldn't take a hint, a derogatory remark or two. However, he couldn't see either one of those things working here. This officer was well beyond that, and it actually began to worry William. That being said, he didn't feel uncomfortable enough at this point to inquire about his tickets - which he safely assumed he was getting a number of at this point - but as he was about to do just that, the officer instructed him to step out of his car. Wait? What? Why?his mind quickly questioned as he reflexively reached for the handle of the door next to him, only to stop himself short as the officer updated his instructions by telling him to hand over his keys. What the fuck?he then thought as he killed the car and withdrew them from the ignition, suddenly feeling compelled to cooperate, just to get this over with as soon as possible. And to not agitate the guy any more than he already had. Doing as he was told, William slid out of the car, shut the door, and then handed his keys over, taking care not to step too far to the left, seeing that there were cars speeding by just a few feet from where they both stood on the side of the road; however, as he did all of this, as he really tried to play nice, the officer continued to speak, instructing him to not only stand with his back to him, but to not expect his rights to actually be read to him. Apparently he just wasn't in the mood. On the verge of protesting this, because now this was moving well beyond the officer just being creepy, William found his words stuck in his throat as the guy made it quite clear by his final statement and, more specifically, his inappropriate wink -What the hell?- that something else was currently happening here - and would continue to be happening here - other than him getting just a ticket or two. What the fuck should I do?was his very next thought, as his bright green eyes darted between the nearby traffic and the officer, his mind scrambling to fully understand what exactly that something would be. And while he waited for the officer to make his next move, unwittingly turning his back to him as he was told to do, William found himself awkwardly fussing with his long, silk scarf and then the polished buttons that ran along the front of his sumptuous, full-length, fur coat that sat heavy upon his shoulders. With the scarf tucked in, he proceeded to work the four buttons until the coat was closed around his muscular, tuxedo-clad form, instead of flapping wildly in the wind. Jesus. The officer wouldn't dare do something beyond reproach, not here, right out in the open, with people passing by. Would he? Fuck. Well, would he?! But as William cast a quick glance over his broad shoulder, as the wind kicked up and tousled his thick, shoulder-length, jet-black hair, it was painfully obvious from the look on the man's face and from the way that he was standing, commanding so, in his knee-high leather boots and matching leather jacket, that Officer Hayes was going to do whatever the hell he wanted to, for this washisstretch of road, histerritory, hisdomain. Fuck me, was all William could then think as he quickly returned his gaze forward and dropped his gloved hands to his side. Fuck. Me. Little did he know just how appropriate those two little words were at the moment, and would come to be, even more so, later on in the night. Hayes cracked his knuckles in that threatening way men in leather were blessed with, where it became very clear quickly who was in charge. In almost any other scenario, William would be the one calling the shots. The guy was wealthy -from birth, Hayes assumed- and he had the swagger that, well, only men in expensive, commanding formal wear were blessed with. It took a certain kind of power to wear something meant to signify your status and then to also make it accentuate your body like William did... Though maybe he would regret that soon." Have to pat everyone down for weapons nowadays," said the officer as he took one oversized step towards the speeder. It wasn't enough just to be close enough to reach William, no. Hayes already was about that close from the moment he had the guy step out of the car. The goal that he very quickly realized was to have his built, powerful chest just about pressed against William's back-close enough to tickle the rich man's neck with his mustache. And that wasn't enough either, because that left William some wiggle room. Couldn't have that. Another gentle press later and he had William stuck between a hard place and a Ferrari. It didn't end there either. Hayes had promised to pat William down, and that was what he wanted to do. All things considered, it started innocently enough-Just some aggressive patting of William's sides. As it trailed down to his waist, however, it only got less and less professional. Since he knew William was unarmed, he had no problem just forgetting about the lie entirely and slipping his hands under William's coat from the bottom up, and feeling the textures of his clothing under his calloused, newly gloveless hands. There was no gentleness in his touch, nor was there any sort of shame. Hayes was well and truly willing and able to treat William like not just a criminal with which he could do as he pleased, but as, essentially, something he owned. It was the difference between handling one's own car versus someone else's. As he was exploring William's stomach and working to undo buttons blindly, Hayes was kissing William's neck like a lover. Not a kind, loving lover, but a lover all the same. He even spoke softly enough to be confused for someone who cared. "Did you get all dressed up for me?" he asked. "No... No, I don't think you did. I do think you put this getup all on to take it off though, didn't you? Nobody wears stuff like this for fun, baby. You wanted attention." What kind of attention? Well, the instinctual pressing of Hayes' hips against William's from behind would give a clue to that, as would the mumbled moans being left against William's skin whenever the officer's mustache got close enough again. Barely able to hear the officer moving behind him as cars zipped by on the nearby road, William found himself actually overreacting with a sudden flash of his bright eyes and a tensing of his muscular form as the man spoke to him from just a few inches away, instead of a few feet, which was where he had been standing a moment before. Weapons? Really? Did hereallythink William was packing or was this... What the hell?! He suddenly thought, with a subtle grunt, as the officer moved in so close behind him that William was forced to take a step forward, practically pinning him to the rear of his vehicle. To steady himself, so that he didn't end up sprawled across the highly polished surface of his brand-new Ferrari, he did place his gloved hands upon the sleek sport scar, just as the officer began to run his hands up and down along the sides of his body. Taking a deep breath, William initially told himself that he just needed to remain calm, that this would be over soon enough. This was just standard practice, nothing out of the ordinary. Right? However, just as he put that thought in his head, it evaporated just as quickly, as the officer crouched behind him and began to feel him up, under his coat, groping at his solid calves and then getting as far as the backs of his strong thighs before giving up. Thankfully, his full-length coat managed to - quite literally - save his ass from being manhandled too. But that didn't stop the persistent officer. Standing once more, just as close as before, if not even closer, he slid his hands around William's waist and began to randomly pop open two of the polished buttons that ran along the front of his coat so that he could slide his paws inside, and as he did this he...he..." S-Sir...," William suddenly sputtered as he felt the bristle of the man's bushy mustache brush against the side of his neck just before his lips made full contact with his skin. "SIR," he managed a bit more loudly as the man continued to molest him with his mouth, all the while groping around at whatever he could get his grubby hands on. Then the words came, just a second or so after his lips drifted away from the now spit slick surface of William's neck, and as they did, as each one was uttered, they chilled him to his very core. No, he immediately thought to himself, with a shake of his head.NO! He repeated as the man continued to suggest that William was out looking for trouble, that he was practically begging to be mistreated like this. And who better than him to provide William with what he wanted? Jesus. Fuck NO!his mind then shouted as he let slip an audible gasp, loud enough to be heard over the nearby traffic, as the officer began to -WHAT THE FUCK!?- hump his backside! Had the vent in his coat been more generous, William was certain that he would've felt the full force of the officer's throbbing manhood as it was rubbed all over his ass. That being said, it was certainly pronounced enough that no matter how many layers were currently between them, its sizable presence was made known, along with the twisted intentions of the officer. This...this can't be happening! Not here and - FUCK - certainly not to me!" I think you're mistaken, sir," he managed to finally utter, in as firm a voice as he could muster, as he started to push himself away from the rear of the car, which only served to thrust his backside against the officer's powerful body and, more specifically, his ass against the man's burgeoning groin. "Sadly mistaken," he then repeated, through clenched teeth, as he continued to push, feeling as if he were coming up against a brick wall, instead of man made of flesh and bone. The officer guffawed right into William's ear, just above the stretch of neck where he had been leaving and would continue to leave bristly kisses. Hayes wasn't a bad guy, after all. He wanted William to enjoy this! Plenty of people sped by him just in hopes of getting pulled over and having this exact thing happen to them. Or at least, that's what they told him after. William didn't seem like he knew this would happen, though. Still, he wasbeggingfor it, practically. Even if the rich boy didn't know he was egging the officer on with his laughable protests, the low grunting coming from Hayes' mouth as he generously ran the length of his clothed member against the offered (or, in this case, "offered") ass would have been enough for most. The affable officer that approached the Ferrari before with a swaggering step was still there, still standing in the uniform that seemed custom-built to give the great muscles of his arms and chest the room to breath, and for his ample manhood to bulge out prominently where William could feel it. At full hardness already, he had no difficulty filling out the front of his pants." I think you'Bethe one mistaken here," taunted Hayes, as he continued to rut against the other man. "Don't make me call for backup, baby boy. Don't make me break out the handcuffs... Just enjoy yourself, he. If you work with me, you'll enjoy yourself plenty. A man like you, dressed like that, deserves this. Don't you think everyone deserves a good fucking to keep them loose?" And then it was right back to teasing at the sensitive flesh of William's neck with his lips, and then with the gentle bite of his teeth. He hadn't lied about wanting the guy to deserve this in the slightest, which was why he was so adamant about pinning him to the back of the Ferrari and making himfeelthe girth he was in for. Lucky boy, he was. Problem was that he was still dressed, and under several extra layers compared to a normal person's normal attire at that. Rectifying that proved simple. All Hayes had to do was tear the boy out of his outfit. If he had cooperated with the officer, his coat wouldn't be ripping then. It wouldn't be hemorrhaging buttons as Hayes' hands forcefully worked their way up the front of William's chests, and it wouldn't be tearing violently down the middle. Even over the screech of traffic the sound of fabric ripping -and ripping beyond repair-was unmistakable. At the rate the officer was going, the coat would be lucky to remain in one piece at all. What the fuck was even happening here? How the hell did this officer think that it was perfectly acceptable to treat a citizen like this? And an affluent one at that! William had been speeding for god's sake, not committing some heinous crime that warranted such manhandling or, worse still, such a blatant abuse of power. Because that's exactly what this was, wasn't it? An absolute abuse of this man's power. So it seemed that this officer thought himself above the very law he was supposed to be enforcing and, apparently, William was just a toy to be played with, to be pushed around and used as he saw fit, and furthermore, there was absolutely nothing he could do about it but...? But willingly play along? Fuck this! William knew his rights, if not as a citizen, than as another human being. He didn't deserve to be treated like this, and he certainly wasn't against stating exactly that, no matter who this guy was orthoughthe was. Yet, as the officer continued to thrust against him, continued to grind his cloth-covered manhood into William's respectively covered, muscular ass, he started making threats as well, threats that made it sound like things would only get worse, a lot worse, if he didn't fully cooperate. Jesus. What the hell have I gotten myself into? Enjoy this? Really? No fucking way! William enjoying it, whatever "it" was - because it was highly unlikely that the guy would actually follow through with what he was implying with his obscene gestures and words - wasn't going to be happening anytime soon. William never had, nor would he ever have, any interest in being with another man. Not even during his years at college - when most others experimented with someone of the same sex - did he have even an inkling to do the same, not even for a moment. But this guy didn't seem to really care if William was going to be a willing participant or not. It certainly wasn't stopping him from continuing, from thrusting and grinding into his backside, and from molesting and -What the fuck?- nibbling on his neck! Really? Is this really happening? However, as the seconds that felt more like minutes passed and the officer's highly inappropriate actions intensified, it became quite clear that this was happening, and was going to continue to happen, for as long as the guy wanted it to. It didn't seem to matter who William was or, more shockingly so, where they currently were. Officer Hayes was taking what he wanted and nothing was going to come between him and it. Not the law, not the simple fact that they were out in public, and certainly not William's exquisite attire. So lost in scrambling to come to terms with what was happening to him, in being repulsed by how he was being mistreated, William missed the initial gesture of the guy's paws slipping around his waist once more. However, as the officer quickly slid his hands up towards William's pecs, in a haphazard manner, groping around and then gripping at his fur, there was no missing the tugging sensation and then the popping of the coat's two still secured buttons, as they came undone and then tore free from the front of the plush garment. What the hell?! Letting slip a gasp as this happened, as the two highly polished studs flew through the air and clattered against the rear window of his Ferrari, it would be a disgusted groan that would soon follow as the unmistakable sound of stitches snapping filled the night air! Almost as if it were a staged attack, the officer's timing couldn't have been more impeccable, for just as the nearby traffic died down for several heartbeats, momentarily taking the roar of tires upon pavement with it, those same two paws that had just splayed the front of William's coat wide open were now being used to violently mistreat the vent in the rear. And once the well-crafted spot had come undone, the already sizable slit was made two, if not three times longer - cutting its way through the center of the thick fur and heavy, satin lining below, nearly to the middle of William's back - as the officer cruelly tugged and yanked, clearly not caring in the least!"WHAT THE FUCK?!" the stunned stud barked, knowing full well what the luxurious coat had cost him, a small fortune even for someone as wealthy as him. "FUCKINGSTOP!" he then found himself growling, as he made every effort to steady himself by gripping the back of his car with his gloved hands as the officer took full advantage of the now overly generous opening, grinding more fiercely than before, the coarse, regulation cloth of his uniform rubbing roughly against the very fine fabric of William's hand-tailored, dress pants!" I SAID STOP, ASSHOLE!" he then shouted, as he once again made an effort to push the guy off of him, and failed miserably. "FUCKING STOP!" he repeated as he bucked hard, inwardly amazed that this guy had such a strong hold over his own well-built body. It was obnoxious, William's screaming. Who did he think he was to be making a big deal out of this; to be resentful of what he had coming? If he didn't want to be the recipient of this nontraditional justice, well, he shouldn't have broken the law and then acted like it didn't apply to him. He really had made himself a target even before he decided to dress like he had, where the shape of his gorgeous ass was barely even covered up by his pants, and where the angles of Herculean chest were practically begging to be let out from his too-tight suit. Hell, now that William's coat was gone, the officer half expected the man's nipples to burst through the fabric of his shirt at any moment. And on the subject of William's ass, it was taking up more and more space in Hayes' brain as more and more of his blood migrated south. He was practically already fucking the guy, was the officer, and the more William writhed and protested the more Hayes had to compensate by pushing him down into the rear of his car. It was a vicious cycle, that. If he weren't already rocking on full power, the poor criminal would only be making him harder as he tried to wiggle away. Surely he knew what he was doing. If not, he must have been stupid. It was soobviousthat the best solution, for both parties, was for the guy to just go with the flow and take the offered cock like a good boy. He could already feel the thing practically pulsating against his entrance already through all the fabric, so why not just go for it? He was as bratty as a bitch in heat already." If you don't want me to rip up your stuff, start stripping." That was a simple enough statement that Hayes barked into the boy's ear, was it not? William didn't want his clothing ruined, and Hayes didn't want him in clothing. The solution was obvious! "I can already feel your ass against my dick," he rumbled, clearly taking immense joy from the situation already. "Imagine how much better it'll feel without all this crap in the way." As if to demonstrate exactly what crap he was talking about, the officer left one hand to snake around the other man's chest as a means of holding him in place while the other found itself groping William's crotch- or more specifically, his crotch, and the belt right above it. It was a trivial matter to forcefully, violently undo the clasps on the thing and yank it through all the loops. He paused to remark on how nice it was, and how expensive it looked, just before throwing it over his shoulder, where it rolled down into the grass and the mud... And he didn't stop there. Now it was time to unzip the criminal's pants, all while taunting him at a distance close enough that his lips and tongue could touch the inside of his ear. "Up to you if these pants of yours make it out of this in one piece, babe." Bucking wildly and cursing up a storm as Hayes continued to thrust hard against his ass - the officer not caring in the least that a good number of cars were once again speeding by them - William had actually lost track of where the guy's grubby hands were; however, before long, it became painfully obvious that they had remained firmly in place upon the back of his full-length coat as he started wildly yanking on the expensive garment like a horse's rein. Not hearing the continued ripping as clearly as before because of the renewed traffic, William certainly felt the destruction happening just the same, as more and more of the evening's cold air invaded his tuxedo-clad body, higher and higher up the center of his strong back. The fur was being ripped away from his body, taking its delicious warmth with it. Then the defining moment came, when the officer officially reduced his fifteen-thousand dollar coat to useless rags, as he jerked upon the ruined Versace fur until he not only managed to rip right through the well-crafted, thick collar, but literally split the entire thing in two! Fuck. No. Momentarily struck silent as the substantial halves slipped away from his broad shoulders and then slid down his powerful arms, only to pile up in the dirt at his feet, William did let out another long groan as the thrusting became more violent and the man's obscene erection became more obvious. Clearly this officer of the law - this maniac! - was willing to do whatever the hell he needed to do to get to William's ass, even if it meant ruining every last inch of his pristine formal attire. But then an unexpected offer came, one that he wished had come sooner, beforehis coat was ruined beyond repair. That being said, it still sounded absolutely absurd to William's ears, once uttered, and it took him several heartbeats to actually process the insane offer. Strip? Here? Really? But that's exactly what Hayes was offering, until he wasn't, for as soon as the offer came, it seemed to be withdrawn as one of his paws quickly came up to hold William in place as his other roughly undid his belt and then proceeded to jerk it free, popping one of the hand-sewn, satin loops along the way. Then in yet another unexpected turn, the officer actually commented favorably on the quality of the imported, leather accessory, giving William the slightest bit of hope that he wasn't a complete monster, that he actually meant what he had said, that William could just remove his exquisite attire without it being destroyed. Not that he wanted to do that, not in the least, but it was better than walking away in rags or, worse still, naked. But then just like the coat before it, the belt was treated like a piece of unwanted trash, carelessly tossed away without any regard for its value. What the fuck?! On the verge of protesting the apparent reneging of his offer, it was actually made once more as Hayes now licked, and kissed, and nibbled on the very ear the words were uttered into. Wanting to believe the monster, even if only for a minute, it appeared to be some sort of twisted joke as his hand immediately went for William's zipper, nearly as fast as it had gone for the belt above. Wanting to stop him from causing any more damage - because being left without his pants wasn't an option William wanted to even think about - he acted fast by bringing his gloved hands up to push the officer's single hand away, but instead of stopping him, he only made matters worse. Unable to tell how good of a grip Hayes had on the closure, as William fought to salvage his slacks - as well as his dignity - he only managed to rend them open, breaking the zipper and ripping the crotch beyond as he stupidly overreacted and yanked way too hard! In a flash the pants were trashed, and as soon as both men let go, the satin-lined fabric quickly slithered down William's long legs and pooled around his boot-encased ankles, exposing his well-defined, thick thighs, his satin and mesh, designer underwear, and even the tops of his silk socks that accentuated his sculpted calves. For fuck's sake! Mortified, William's initial response would've been to pull them back up, even though they were ruined, but because he was still being held in place by Hayes, the officer's hand still firmly groping his ample pec, he was unable to do that. Thankfully, the tail of his brilliant white dress shirt, along with the ebony hem of his double-breasted, double-vented tuxedo jacket managed to cover at least the upper half of his muscular, mesh-encased ass; however, regretfully so, William already knew that this would be a short-lived win - if it could even be considered that - as the officer launched into the next part of his unwanted assault. In a shocking twist, the officer actually afforded the criminal some space. Not enough space to escape, of course, and not so much space that William's chest was free of the insistent hand groping the hard, defined pectorals, but space enough that William might well miss the warmth on his legs that Hayes was providing. After all, William was now woefully underdressed for the cool night! Hayes was offering something of a breather- a chance to think while the officer used his dirty, mud-caked shoes to press down on the ruined pants while William was directed to lift his legs one at a time so that they could be free of the mess pooled around the ankles. Unlike the previous garments, the pants might truly then be more dirty -and they were plenty dirty now-than they were destroyed. Those rips could have been much worse had William resisted. And then, a grubby hand snaked back around William's chest, worming its fingers through the man's shirt buttons. In a sinister tone, the officer made a "deal" with William: "Strip yourself bare, and nothing else has to be ruined. Promise... But if you disobey me, something's getting torn, baby boy. Got it?" To make that point, Hayes snapped a button of the dress shirt free, where it was going to be lost forever into the grass." I'll even give you a reach around if you say, 'yes sir' to me. How's that sound?" Reluctantly stepping out of his torn trousers, William couldn't help but feel exceedingly vulnerable, not to mention absolutely ridiculous, as, from the waist down, he now stood in nothing more than his skin-tight briefs, his silk socks, and his leather, dress boots. This was absurd! How was this even happening to him and, more importantly, why?! What had he done to deserve such outright abuse? And now the officer was doing him a favor - a fucking favor!? - by giving him the chance, yet again, to strip himself naked? What the fuck?! This guy was insane! Actually, this whole situation was insane, and it needed to end now; however, once again, instead of really giving William the chance to take him up on his offer, Hayes went ahead and helped himself, ripping one of the pearl buttons from his dress shirt. One hard tug, and it was gone, which caused his shirt to flap open right below the curve of his pecs." Jesus. Fucking. Christ," he found himself muttering after the officer offered to stroke him off, but only if he called him sir. "That sounds like a load of crap," he then spat over his shoulder, obviously in no mood to play along as he was instructed to do. "A load of crap," he repeated as he took a deep breath and inwardly prayed that someone, anyone would stop to help him, for clearly something fucked up was going on here.

Cuffed (Mr. Skrrt & TNT)|rating:2.0

The Rebellion {Vampy & Gothy}

The Rebellion Roadie, the futuristic city filled with demons that choose to live on earth. Throughout the years, the demons managed to live happy and peacefully with each other, unfortunately this didn't last. An Evil corporation, Sky Tech, changed the ways the demons of Roadie thought, played and lived. Causing lovers to become enemies and choosing sides of how things should be. Sky Tech now controls half of the city and the demons are in pure misery but are too afraid to go against Sky Tech, in fear of being killed. But there is still hope in the controlled city of Roadie. A small band of rebels known as only as The Rebellion, are defending the demons of Roadie as best they could from the clutches of Sky Tech. Avoiding capture and giving the citizens of Roadie a little more hope until they are free again. However, Sky Tech is not pleased with this and sent many assassins over to kill The Rebellions to no evil. Sky Tech has now hired a skilled assassin, hopefully to finish the job that, so many had failed to do...kill The Rebellion Lead.----------------------------------------------------Rules:1.) No godmodding2.) have as many carries u can handle3.) Obey rule Number 14.) Romance allowed but PG-135.) Have Fun----------------------------------------------------Characters Bellies:Name:Age:What are you: (rebel, assassin, Sky Tech)Powers:Bio:Pic:----------------------------------------------------Name: Moldavia Age: 19What are you: Rebel Leader Powers: shapeshifterBio: Moldavia had lived in Roadie all her life and has loved the demons that lived there, until Sky Tech came. They ruined everything she loved and killed the demons she considered family and friends. In a fit of anger, Moldavia created The Rebellions to destroy Sky Tech and free her people from the hands of Sky Tech. Moldavia has the ability to shape-shift which comes in handy when spying on Sky Tech, but more dangerous since she had almost been caught a few times. She has a large bounty on her head, and it keeps growing the more she remains loyal and true as the Rebellion Leader. Pic:Name: MathayusAge: 50What are you: Sky Tech Owner Powers: manipulate over light, reads minds Bio: Matthäus is the owner of Sky Tech is more than happy to try to get rid of The Rebellions at any cost. He became disappeared when the assassin he sent to kill the Rebel Leader either died over changed sides with him. Matthäus is now using all of his resources to find the Rebel base and destroy it from the inside out by killing trying to kill the Leader...by hiring a new and skilled assassin. Pic:Name: Drake Age: 25What are you: rebel Powers: flight, fire, teleportation and chains Bio: Drake is the right-hand of Moldavia. He had known Moldavia for as long as he can remember. Drake use to be Moldavia's babysitter when her parents went to work. Drake is a scary looking demon and this caused everyone to fear him, the only one that wasn't scared of him was Moldavia, and he has never been alone since. When Sky Tech invaded Roadie, he went to find Moldavia, only to see her clinging to life and trying to wake her mother up. Drake nursed her back to heal and never left her side since then. Drake gets angry easily if anything happens to Moldavia, so you have been warned. Pic: Name: Luciferase: 19What are you: Assassin Powers: Elemental demon Bio: Lucifer was hired by the head of Sky tech to kill the rebel leader, he heard that he's sent many other assassins, but they failed to kill the leader, in this time he is one of few who still know the art of sword fighting. He also is very skilled and has many resources at his disposal, he uses them to make his work as effective and efficient as possible. Picture:Name: Savage: 18What are you: Roadie citizen, thinking of joining the rebellion Powers: A back for hacking into anything, a very good fighter. Bio: She is a demon with Vampire blood in her, enough to have an alternate personality. She is usually a bright and enthusiastic girl but when her vampire side takes over she is a depressive and very ignitable being. With the change of sides her appearance changes too. Picture: (normal side)(vampire side) [time 2 begin :twisted:]Matthäus sat at his desk waiting for the new assassin he hired to walk in and get him the order. To kill the Rebellion's Leader so that Sky Tech could expand their power over the land. He knew that The Rebels were the only ones that had the power to stop him and have been successful in stopping productions in most areas of Roadie. An evil smirk appeared on his face as he thought of the rebels surrendering when their leader was killed. Suddenly hearing someone coming, Matthäus straightened up in his chair and waited for that person to come in. Moldavia sat in her chair looking at the rebels observing the computer screens to make sure Sky Tech wasn't doing anything to trouble the demon citizens of Roadie. She sat there and remembered what life was like before Sky Tech had come into power. "Lady Moldavia, we have trouble in Section 12 of the Carole Park." one of the scouters said looking at Moldavia, "Go see what it is." she said shaking her head and looked at the screen, 'What are you planning Sky Tech?' she asked herself as she continued to watch the screen for the scouts. Lucifer entered the room and bowed his head lower respectfully at Matthäus. "I've come for the order." he said in a businesslike tone. "I won't fail you." And he knew he wouldn't, he was very good at what he did and wouldn't fail, having many resources he would be able to. Matthäus looked at Lucifer and smiled widely, "You've heard of the Rebel Lead. Many of the others have failed. I want you to kill the Rebellion's Leader Moldavia. Be careful though, she's a shape-shifter and can disguise herself into anyone she wants. You'll know what she'll look like. Moldavia is the last of the demon dragons so she'll bear the dragon characteristics. That is all." he said standing up and walked to the big window looking at the city he would have complete control over soon. "Yes, I understand, and can tell you truthfully I am the best you can hire." he said and left the room, the details he was given memories into his head. He went to his hideout just a couple blocks away to get something to eat and get a couple of his swords ready, maybe one of his silenced guns would work better for this one. He grabbed his trusty pistols, Angel and Nico and put those in the holder's at his back. Furthermore, he had these specially made, they were enhanced by his elemental powers, and he could shoot elements with them if he chose to, the ammo was also his powers, so he used these a little less than his swords, when he used these for too long he got exhausted. Matthäus smirked as Lucifer left the room. He pours himself some scotch and started drinking it, "You won't fail. I know you want." he said to himself as he went back to the window and looked at the city once more. Moldavia watched as the scouts started shooting the Sky Tech troops, but she had to hurry and find them to help them. "I'm going to go help them. Tell them to hold their ground." she said flapping her black and hot pink wings, she flew out of the base towards the scouts. "Die." she said taking a deep breath and blew fire on the robotic soldiers as the rebels shot them down. "Thank you, Lady Moldavia." one of the scouts said turning to her, "Your welcome, now go to Central Park, make sure there aren't any soldiers there. I'll patrol the rest of the area." she said flying away from the rebels hearing the words 'yes ma'am.'. Moldavia landed and continued walking watching for any sights of trouble in the area. Angel then ate and went out to where his scanners say was a commotion. He ran to where the scanners indicated and hid behind the closest object he could find. He found that he was lucky, it was the rebel leader, he could tell from the wings, and he saw remains of fire that she must have breathed. For a target, he didn't usually judge his targets, she was very pretty, but what she was doing was stopping the one who hired him. He ran past her to Central Park, hidden and began shooting the rebels with his guns, he had them silenced, and the ammo didn't explode so he was lucky. He got them all easily, he hoped the leader wouldn't come by and see what he'd done. When he was satisfied that he'd help the Sky Tech troops he ran off, using the air element to make him go faster, until he was blocks away, and she couldn't come after him. He put his pistols away and started walking the long way to his allies house. Moldavia looked around and saw places that brought back happy and sad memories of her home and family. She moved her wings around her as the memories came back one by one. Moldavia flapped her wings once more and looked around seeing how Sky Tech had control of most of the city but not all, she turned and flew back to but something caught her eye, her troops. Moldavia landed and went to each one of them, "All dead. You served The Rebellion well, I'll bury you here where you fell." she said using her demon dragon claws to dig the 5 troops graves. After she was finish, Moldavia contacted base, "I'll be staying out a while longer, I'm going to see if I can find any survivors in the East of Roadie." "Yes ma'am." the voice said back as she's flying East towards the ruins of some of the city. Lucifer got to his allies place and ducked in, not wanting to cause attention, it was in the south of Roadie. He had to stay there to lie low for a bite, until that dragon shape-shifter can't find him, will he was sure she didn't see him, but still. He thought about why killing the rebels made him feel so bad. Furthermore, he couldn't think of why though, he put that out of his mind, he had lived in roadie his whole life, and he had a job to do, he didn't know if he was doing the right thing though. Moldavia flew through the air until she was started by a voice on the compline, "Lady Moldavia, are you there?" the familiar voice said to her, "Drake you startled me. What is it?" she asked flapping her wings harder to stay afloat. "We have trouble. I have 1 dead and 2 critically wounded, I need you help to get them back to the base. Our position is South of the base, a few miles from it, actually." Drake, Kincaid in a calm voice as he checked the two near death troops. "Ok here I come." she said zooming to the South as fast as she could. Drake watched over the wounded troops as he waited for Moldavia. His chains moved and clung together as they waited for the Leader to come. Drake looked around at the semi destroyed building and busted streets. He remembered when they were once beautiful and full of life and now dead and decaying and like the memories made his mind become stale. Drake looked in the sky for Moldavia. Drake sat on the ground with a loud thud, he was heavier that the average male demon. Weighting almost 600 pounds of pure muscle and flesh, and he was the only one ever to bare his weight. 'Hurry Lady Moldavia, before It's too late.' Drake thought to himself as his chains started moving by themselves again. Lucifer saw that he was most likely in the clear, but he would sneak out the back and stick to the shadow's like a ninja, he was very stealthy and silent when it came to this, and he knew he could most likely make it to at least the sky tech building if he needed, if not his hideout. It turns out he made it to his hide-out with no problem and ducked in, shutting and locking the door with elements, it was a very strong lock he found. Drake heard a pair of wings flapping in the distance, he looked up and saw Moldavia coming straight to him. He braced himself as she crashed right into him with a loud thud, but the unpacked didn't make him at all. "Are you ok Lady Moldavia?" he asked looking down at the demon dragon girl as she looked up at him with red eyes. "I'm sorry, I was flying too fast. You call for a transport, I'm going to look for survivors." she said pressing a button on the compline. "I would like a transport ASAP, we have two critically wounded troops, we need that transport now. Position is five miles South of the base." "Yes Lady Moldavia, we're on our way." they said going offline then she looked at Drake. "I would have taken them myself, but I was too weak, sorry Lady Moldavia." Drake said looking down then felt her have on his chin, "It's ok, I understand and you to call me Moldavia. Now I have to continue looking for survivors, I'll be at the base soon." she said flapping her wings and waved goodbye to Drake then continued to search for survivors. Flying low to the ground, Moldavia flew slowly to half destroyed building and started searching the area thoroughly. Lucifer was now again east, he didn't notice anyone looking for him so he felt himself relax. He then sat on his beat up couch, it was his favorite though, he saved all the money he gets from his jobs, and had quite a bit saved, he got what he needed and nothing else, the only things he didn't necessarily need is his silenced pistols he used today, and he was glad to have made that purchase. He laid down on the couch, which had a wider seat then normal so he could comfortably sleep on it and fell asleep. Moldavia flew around in the Southern part of the city Roadie. Without even knowing it, Moldavia was being targeted and was soon attacked. He heard the beat of wings and the sudden sound of an attack. He ran out, stealthily. Furthermore, he saw his target go down, and ran to where she was attacked. Furthermore, he didn't see where she was attacked from though, why did he care though, he did, this was his kill, not anyone else's. ((Sorry the last one was so short, I had 2 goes to bed :illegal:))Moldavia felt the bullets hit her causing her to bleed in certain areas of her body. The bullets from the attack hit her wings, causing the bones in her wing to break. Moldavia passed out in the air and hit the ground hard, causing her arm to bruise more and became broken. Moldavia could somehow feel the pain as she laid there, as if she were dead. He ran over to where she fell, and made sure she still had a pulse. He couldn't tend to the wounds here, he needed her in full health, he wouldn't kill a dying target.((it's alright, mine is too)) Moldavia laid there in pain and started to move a little as she tried to shake off the pain but to success. Moldavia grunted softly as she breathed steadily, her dragon blood wouldn't allow her to die so easily and yet the rest of her kind was gone. Moldavia opened her eyes for a moment only to have them close again, and she laid there in more pain. "Don't try to move." he warned her. He picked her up easily. "I'll take you to where I can tend to your wounds. He knew by using the elements he could heal here, but he didn't think it worth it right now to do that, he wouldn't waste his energy for a target unless it came time he needed to. Moldavia felt her body being lifted, but she couldn't see who the person was that picked her up. Her tail dangled over the ground as she tried to open her eyes, but the pain was killing her and her broken wing she got from to the fall. Moldavia moaned and groaned softly in pain, her blood started clinging to the strange person that was helping her now. She passed out again, causing her head to collapse on the stranger's chest. Drake was waiting for the transport until it finally came. He was about to board when he got the feeling that Moldavia needed help, "Good on to the base. I have to find Lady Moldavia." he said as his cape turned into wings, and he flew in the air. Moldavia was missing, and he could tell that she needed help but couldn't see where she was. 'Hold on Lady Moldavia, I'm coming.' he thought to himself as his large red wings flapped in the air. He soon got her to his hideout and laid her on the couch. He deiced with her blood all over his shirt and such that he should just heal her the way he could. Furthermore, he held his hands above her and muttered something to get it started, and the elements surrounded him in orbs and the healing process started. It took five minutes but it tired him out. He passed out when he was done, he wound up laying across her, his head on her chest. His legs on the ground. Saya went to the rebel base and asked to see the leader, not really knowing who it was. She had to wait sitting on a chair in the common area of the building. Moldavia woke up after 30 minutes, when she opened her eyes everything was bury. After a while, her vision started to clear up and she looked down. Moldavia's eyes widen when she saw a strange man sleeping on her chest. Moldavia screamed and quickly pushed him off her. The man hit the floor hard, and she jumped as closed her eyes tight then opened one, "Who are you, a-and which were you on me like that?" she asked breathing hard placing her clawed hand over her chest. Drake continued flying and couldn't find her, pls his energy was almost gone so flying back to base and walking in the common room, he saw a girl. "May I help you?" he asked tilting his head slightly as his red cape wrapped around him and the chains clung to the ground He awoke and was startled awake. "I healed you, I passed out after that, which is why I was laying on you, sorry for the scare." he said. "I saw that you were hurt, so I helped you, South Roadie can be dangerous." he said smiling softly. His heart fluttered a bit. Saya looked up at the present an the room and when she got over the scary look relaxed. "I'm here to join the rebel cause." she told him. "I can hack into any technology easily, and I can fight very well, Are you the leader?" she asked him. Moldavia looked at the man as she continued breathing hard. She flapped her flap once and looked at her body and seen that she was ok. "I-I guess you're telling the truth then." she said looking around the little house she was in, "Where are we a-and who are you?" Moldavia asked standing up as her tail swayed side to side, her long white blonde hair fell at her sides looking at the man in his eyes. She tilted her head and felt her heart skip a beat as she continued to look to him. Drake listened to the girl, "A techie? We could use one of those. No I'm not the leader, the name is Drake, I'm the leader's right-hand man. I'll show you around until she returns." he explained as he gestured to the girl to follow him. "What is your name?" he asked turning to face her. Lucifer stood up. "I am a neutral assassin, my name is Calcific." he said lying about his name. "I brought you to my friends' hideout to heal you." he said. Moldavia looked at Calcific. "Pleased to meet you Caliber. I'm sorry for pushing you like that, I panicked when I saw you on me like that." she said holding her arm and folded her wings little embarrassed that she harmed the person that had healed her. "A neutral assassin? You don't work for Sky Tech? Wait, don't answer that, if you did, you would have killed me by now." Moldavia giggled lightly as she thought about what she just asked. "This is true if hired by Sky tech I would have killed you, but I healed you." he said confused on why he even healed her. "I get jobs from neutral clients to take out ones bothering them. I am sorry to say I have killed some rebels that trailed off the beliefs of the rebellion." he said, he had just not for neutral clientele. Nice to meet you too. It's quite alright and understandable." he said. He was being nice to make her trust him hoping it worked. Saya smiled at him. "Sounds good." she said happily. "Do you think she'll let me join?" she asked curiously. Moldavia looked away then moved her bangs from in front of her face, "They will surly be missed." she said swaying her tail low and thought about what she could do. "But I must head back to the base before something happens. They need me, you may come to if you wish." she said turning to face Lucifer. A smile creeped on her face as Moldavia folded her wings and waited for his answer. Drake smiled then looked at Says, "I believe she will, I know her well. She will probably want to she what you can do." he said slowly walking to the command center, "This is the command center, this is where we monitor the additives of the Sky Tech and missions the troops are on." he said in a firm voice as she guided Says through the command center. Lucifer nodded. "I'd love to." he said he smiled at this chance for intel, but in a happy way, to make it seem like he was excited about going there. Saya looked at him. She nodded and followed him.((remember he said his name was Calcific.)) ((Sorry))Moldavia opened her wings and started to flap them. "Well let's go Calcific." she said flapping her wings and soaring in the sky. Lucifer under the name Calcify followed her easily, not losing track of where she was, he used his heightened sense of where people were to follow her. Moldavia continued flying and periodically looked back to see if Calcific was still there. She giggled lightly and started to look for the secret entrance to the base. The base itself was too far and using the secret entrance would be faster. Moldavia turned right and landed in an alley and typed in her code as the dumpster opened, and the tunnel appeared under the garbage bags. 'Now I just have to wait for Calcific, but why do I find weird around him?' she asked herself as her tail swayed side to side. Drake looked at the screens and saw Moldavia standing in front of the one of the entrances to the base. "It's the leader, why is she just standing there?" he asked one of the observers, "We don't know, we have to wait and find out sir." she said zooming in closer to the demon dragon girl as she stood there as if waiting for someone. Lucifer got to the entrance and got excited, family but well. "This is the entrance?" he asked her. He felt weird about this like he was fighting for the wrong side. Saya looked at the screen. "I've seen her around before." she said. Moldavia looked at the man and nodded, "Yes, you can say that now come on and jump quickly, the door will close soon." she said jumping in the dumpster and slid down the tunnel. Drake looked at Says, "That's the leader, Moldavia the demon dragon. She'll be here soon, I hope you're ready to meet her?" he said pressing a button that opened a hatch on the wall as Moldavia slid out and landed on her feet. Lucifer jumped. He landed on his feet a minute after she did. He saw a BG fire like demon or something and a girl. Furthermore, he looked around at his surroundings, his fake excitement covering up his true intent. Mapping out the building he was now in. Saya smiled excitedly seeing the leader. "You're an amazingly brave being." she said. "I am here to join you as a techie." Moldavia looked at Calcific and smiled as he entered the base then turned her attention to the girl standing next to Drake. "Thank you and I would love to have a techie join the Rebellion. Are you able to defend yourself when we go on our missions? Most of the time, techies are on their own missions." she said folding her arms and swayed her tail happily. "Who is he?" Drake asked tilting his head a little, "Oh this is Calcific, he healed me when I got wounded." she said with a gentle smile then looked back at Says. "I can fight well enough." Says said. Lucifer looked at the one he found to be big. "It's nice to meet you. I saw her get hurt, and I figured I should take care of her wounds, I've seen her around so I knew who she was at once." he said. Moldavia smiled then nodded her head a little, "Wonderful, I believe you will be an excellent new member to the team." she smiled happily and looked at Drake and Calcific. Drake looked at the boy named Calcific, "I'm Drake, nice to meet you as well. Thank you for healing her, I don't know where we will be if she got killed." he said looking at Says then back at Moldavia. "I must get to the infirmary now, I trust you will be in good hands." Drake said walking to the door then out of the room. "My pleasure." Lucifer said. He wouldn't hurt anyone just yet, not even being armed. Says looked at Drake and smiled at him. Moldavia looked at Says and thought of an idea, "Says, why don't you go with Drake to the infirmary, you can learn how to use the medical equipment when you are on the missions, I'm sure Drake won't mind." she said smiling and looked at Drake as the door opened, and he turned around, "Sure, I don't mind, she can come with me." Drake said waiting for Says. Moldavia looked at Calcific and smiled, "I will show you around the base if you wish to." Moldavia asked swaying her tail happily. Says looks at him." sure." she said following him. Lucifir nods. "Sure, I'd love to." he said happily. Drake walked to the infirmary and walked inside, "Doc! Where are ya?" he asked looking around the office and seen the doctor. "Oh dear, Drake go and lay down and who is this?" she asked looking at Says. Drake was too exhausted to speak as he laid on the bed in pain as the bed squeaked from his weight. Moldavia gently held Calcific's hand and started walking out of the observation room and towards the armory, "This is we get our weapons fixed and when some of our weapon malfunction. The techies would come and fix them." she explained looking at Calcific then looked at the demons fixing some of the weapons from most recent missions. He felt warm from her hand. "Nice, very organized." He said. Saya looked at the doctor. "I'm Says, I'm a hacker kind of person and I just recently joined the rebellion." she said. Theresa smiled, "Pleased to meet you and welcome to the Rebellion, Theresa, one of the many healers of the Rebellion. I guess you're here to see how most of the machines work when it comes to healing." she said walking to Drake as she poked at the bulky arms to find the pain. "Hacking missions can be dangerous, so it makes sense that Lady Moldavia would sense you here." Theresa said as she started to heal the 600 pound male demon. Moldavia smiled at Calcific, "Thank you, we must keep it organized to allow the ones that go on the missions to have somewhere to go. If a mission is in operation then the troops would go the wall and a hatch door will open." she said then walked out and started to walk in the long hallway. Moldavia continued to hold his hand and started to feel how warm it was. Says watched carefully how the machinery was run here. Before they leave the room Lucifer quickly and quietly takes a gun from a counter and hides it in his back pocket. He followed her to in the long hallway. Theresa continued to heal Drake, "With Drake to heal him, about 5 or 6 times since he is a very large demon. Most male demons would need about 1 or 2, but Drake needs more." she said as the machine was about halfway done and Drake laid there with his eyes close and waited for the machine to finish. Moldavia looked at Calcific and smiled, "This is a very long hallway, now I know why I hate it." she said hoping to encounter a door soon. Lucifer smiled back. Just then bots from Sky tech came out. Lucifer cursed under his breath, they went for Moldavia. He pulled the gun from the armory out and shot them to stop them but not break the circuitry. He looked at her and didn't know what she'd think, he knew she'd recognize the gun he now held. Furthermore, he was sure the techies here would want a look at how these things worked too. Saya watched the machine do its job in fascination. Moldavia continued walking and looked at Calcific returning a smile to him. When she looked forward and saw the robots of Sky Tech coming after her. Moldavia had no weapon as her eyes widen in fear, she could had blown fire at them, but she might accidentally melt the metal and kill the rebels in the rooms. Suddenly heard Calcific shooting a gun at the bots destroying them. "Oh my, thank you, Cali..." she stopped and saw the gun he was holding, it was her gun from a previous mission she was on and stared at it, "Where did you... Did you take that from the armory?" she asked with a worried look on her face. Some of the scouts came and saw the bots on the floor, "Take the bots to autopsy and have them analyzed." she said panting a little, "Yes ma'am." they said taking the bots away. Theresa looked at Says, "You seem fascinated by this." she said as Drake sit up slowly and the machine finished healing him. Drake felt the bed crank under him as he stood up and moved his arms around in a circle. "Go over there so we can check your sight." Thereat old Drake then looked at Says. "This isn't really needed, but it helps to know if they can see where they are going." she smiled then walked to Drake started to walk in a straight line. Says watched and took note on what she did. Lucifir looked at her and after the scouts had gone with the bots he dropped the gun. "I lied about something's. My name isn't Calcific it's Lucifer. I was hired by Sky Tech to kill you, but I see that it's more beneficial to Roadie to keep you all;I've and the rebellion. I'm going to get killed for saving you. Furthermore, I took this from the armory debating killing you or myself." he said. "And I've developed feelings for you making it, so I couldn't let you die, especially by my hand, I couldn't kill you." Moldavia eyes widen more as she looked at Lucifer, hearing that his real name was Lucifer and not Calcific, how he was going to kill her and that he was hired by Sky Tech. She wanted to back away, but she also wanted to hear more and she did. Lucifer also explained that he took the gun to either kill her or kill himself, but he started to developed feelings for her. Moldavia blushed a little then looked away, "I started to develop feeling for you but if you were going to kill me then you must have brought those bots here somehow." she said looking back at him. Drake stopped walking and looked at the door, he heard some commotion outside to the door. "What is going on out there?" he asked walking to the door then looked and saw the scouts carrying Sky Tech bots to autopsy, Drake tried to leave, but Theresa grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "Wait, we have to finish, you can't just leave." she struggled pulling the 600 pound man back. "I can assure you I have nothing to do with those bots." he said. "I have no trackers or beacons in me. Have me searched if you like, but I'm not lying." he said. "Why would I save you if I brought them here?" Saya wondered what was going on, why was there gun shots? She stayed though terrified that she would get in the middle of a gun fight. Moldavia looked away and thought about it. "You have a point. I'm sorry for accusing you." she said kissing Lucifer's cheek then smiled happily. But she thought about where the bots came from and how did they get in the base. She took about it and started to drift into la-la land as she thought about it, causing her to look into Lucifer's eyes. Theresa and Drake started to have a tug-of-war with Drake's arm, "If you leave then I will not finish, even if you come back." Theresa said then glared at Drake. Drake scoffed then looked back at the healer demon, "Fine, let's get it over with." Drake said then walked back to the bed then laid back down and closed his eyes. "He can be stubborn." she said shaking her head then looked at Says, "Ready to finish?" Theresa asked gesturing towards Drake. Angel kissed her on the lips and wrapped his arms around her. He blushed and pulled away. Saya looked at her. "I can try." she said. "Be nice to the new one now." she said to Drake. [0.0 awesome and that was a little unexpected]Moldavia's eyes when she got kissed by Lucifer. She started to blush from the kiss and when he wraps his arms around her, Moldavia felt like she was about to melt. When Lucifer pulled away quickly and blushed, Moldavia couldn't say anything for a good few minutes, but what could she say, she was never kissed before and this was unexpected, and she just stared at him in silence. Drake grumbled then looked at Says, "I will be nice, I just hate sitting her and doing nothing. For all we know those could be the bots that attacked my group a while ago." he argued then felt a hand on his forehead. "Your troops are fine, but you won't be if you don't sit back." Theresa said then sat on him to keep him down, "may you hand me that sensitive, it will calm him down." she asked in a gently and kind voice. Lucifer finally found his voice. "This may sound weird, but I've been developing feelings for you. I love you Moldavia." he said. "That's why I stopped those bots, and I didn't let you die when you were hurt. And why I didn't kill you when I had the chance before the bots came." his arms were still wrapped around her, and he could feel the warmth of her. "I must admit, when you guys had that fight in the park I killed your troops, I'm sorry." Saya looked to Theresa as she gave her what she asked for. "I don't know what I'm doing though." she said. Moldavia looked at Lucifer as she blushed brightly, her eyes widen slightly when she heard him say that he developed feeling for her and that he was in love with her. Moldavia relaxed her body a little more as she felt Lucifer's arms around her still and the warmth was comforting. Moldavia gasped when she heard Lucifer say that he killed her troops in the park, "I-I-I don't know what to say or how I feel. But I do love you as well." Moldavia said gently placing her hand on his cheek and kissed him back. Theresa smiled then picked at Drake's arm. "Put that in his arm so he can relax." she said with a smiled then looked at him. "Get off me." Drake said glaring at Theresa then looked at Says. Lucifer smiled. He didn't expect to kiss him back, let alone love him back. "If you want I could show you what I used to do that, they're custom guns that draw from my elemental power and that's the ammo, so they're useless in others hands, unless they themselves are elementals like me." he said. "I usually use swords though." he held her closer. "I'm going to get hell for saving you." he knew he would. Moldavia smiled then nodded to him. "I would love to actually see this." she said smiling warmly back to Lucifer as she felt him hold her closer to him. She felt his warmth and for the first time while in Lucifer's presence, Moldavia felt safe. She jumped a little when he said that he would get in trouble for saving her, "Then I shall protect you. The Rebellion and I will protect you from Sky Tech, I give you my word." Moldavia said gently stroking Lucifer's long hair. "Thank you, I want to help you stop Sky Tech, Roadie used to be such a good place now it's all fucked up." he said. "If you wish we can go back to my hideout and I can show you how those guns work once we make sure everything is squared away. At some point he dropped the gun, luckily it didn't go off. He felt safe with her, his most unlikely ally and lover. "I know that we can do this, I have connections that like me are neutral and love Roadie and will protect it, fighting on your side." Moldavia nodded in agreement, "Yes that is true, Roadie was once beautiful but with a little faith, it will be beautiful once more." she said smiling more, gently placing her hands on Lucifer's shoulders. When she heard him say to go to his hideout and see how he used to guns, she nodded again. "I'd love to see and thank you, the more allies we have, the better our chances with winning." Moldavia said giggling a little then curled her tail behind her happily. "Let's make sure nobody else had an experience like ours with the bots first though. I'm sure he sent more, or they were just trying to collect information, but they didn't do that did they?" he said. He held her hand unwrapping his arms from around her. Saya helped with Drake while Theresa helped her through the process. [huh? Me confused with words...wait, no just early lol]Moldavia looked at Lucifer then nodded her head, "[COLOR="Dark Orchid"]Maybe that can be Says's job, I'll see how well she can get into our system and I can see if they took anything.[/COLOR]" she said and blushed a little as he held her hand. They both started walking to the infirmary where they both were. Drake and Theresa watched as Says was doing the procedure correctly, "Now Drake, how do you feel?" Theresa asked looking at him. "Weird." Drake said closing his eyes then tilted his head as he started to daydream. "Good now, that he's calm we..." Theresa stopped and heard Moldavia coming, "Get ready, Lady Moldavia is coming." she said standing up and straightened out her clothes. Says made sure she was respect able. Lucifir followed her into the infirmary. Moldavia walked in the infirmary and looked at the demons that were looking at Theresa, Drake and Says. "How is he?" she asked looking at Drake then gently touched his forehead. "He's fine Lady Moldavia. He just needs a little rest." Theresa said smiling happily then walked to see his chart. Moldavia looked at Says then smiled to her. "I have a task for you. I wish to see your hacking skills. We were attacked by bots from the Sky Tech bastards again. I need you to see if you can see if they took any intel from us." she said tilting her head slightly then smiled wider, "You think you can do it?" Moldavia asked swaying her tail curiously. Says's eyes lit up with the challenge. "Give me ten minutes, and you'll know everything you need to." she said, she pulled a portable computer from her bag and turned it on. "So your saying hack into your systems here, or the systems at Sky tech?" she asked. Her computer was untraceable by any system she hacked made it that way herself. Lucifir looked at her curiously. He wondered just how good this hacker was. Moldavia smiled at Says warmly, "I need you to hack into our system and see if you can see any missing data that seem suspiciously gone, and I wish to see if you can check the bots to see if they still have it in their systems or if they sent it." she said looking at Lucifer with a quick smile this looked back at Says. "Yes ma'am." Within 10 minutes like she said she had gotten past all firewalls and such. "It seems that nothing is missing. I shall go check the bots for any intel, just cause nothing seems to be missing doesn't mean it's not." Lucifir was amazed, she got past everything in no time. Moldavia smiled more and giggled, "Wonderful, follow me." she said walking out of the infirmary. "Theresa, make sure that Drake is ok." she asked turning her head towards her. "Of course Lady Moldavia." Theresa said bowing likely then started treating Drake's wounds. Moldavia gently grabbed Lucifer's hand and started walking to the autopsy room. Lucifer happily let her lead him. Saya followed her to the autopsy room. Moldavia walked in the autopsy room then looked at the bots, "Any damage done?" she asked tilting her head a little at the bots. "None Lady Moldavia. But we can't get any information out of them." one of the doctors said then looked at the report they did on the bots. "I see. Says, this is calling your name. Hack into them and see what we can learn." Moldavia said with a soft smile but used a firm tone. Says nodded and went to work. It was easier than hacking the system and got into all the bots saving the data in convenient spots on her laptop. "They almost sent the data on everyone here, but I'm guessing that was interrupted when Lucifer saved you, or when these guys started tinkering with them." she said. "All data they collected was hidden in a momentary mind state, but I took that, I can add that to the system for you if you wish." she finished telling her findings. Lucifir was impressed. Says was an incredible hacker. He looked at Moldavia. "You have a very good team here, I'm sure my allies and friends will help you, they like the people they help to be organized." he said. "We'll win this struggle and win back Roadie, I'm sure of it." Moldavia thought about what Says said then nodded her head, "Yes, if we add that to the rest of the data we 'burrowed' from Sky Tech, then we may be closer to figuring out what they are planning to build." she's folding her arms and laid her tail on the floor. While wondering what Sky Tech could be doing, Moldavia looked at Lucifer as he started to talk to her. She smiled happily then replied, "Thank you Calcific, and it would be an honor to have your allies help us." she said with a smile then looked at everyone else and walked out with a sort of sad look on her face. Lucifer followed her out. He wanted to know what was bothering her, and help anyway he could. He would make a noted to call up his friends later today. When they had gotten to a quiet place in the hall he stopped her gently. "What's wrong?" he asked her. Saya nodded and found the plans from Sky tech in more detail, saving them as well to her laptop in a convent spot. Moldavia jumped then looked at Lucifer, "I feel bad. I feel like I am putting these people in danger because they are with the Rebellion. I often feel like I am like Sky Tech." she said looking away as her arms folded and placed her hand on the side if her forehead where her hot pink horns came out. Moldavia didn't like feeling like this and often tried to hide these emotions from everyone. He hugged her. "These people have come together to defeat a tyrant and take our city back. They are more than happy to fight for such a cause, as you are, I'm sure, and they will happily follow your lead to that goal." he said. "And when we win the prize will be the restoration of a wonderful place, like it used to be here, we'll remake the buildings that were taken down or damaged, and we will restore Roadie's former beauty." Moldavia gasped lightly was Lucifer hugged her and started to tell her that everything will be ok, and it will be because of the Rebellion. She smiled and hugged him back as she looked at him. "Thank you Lucifer, that has helped me a lot. I also can't remember the last time Roadie was beautiful, but I trust that you will help us with this." she said kissing Lucifer. He kissed her back. "It's my pleasure." he said. He hugged her a bit tighter then let go slightly. "Let's hang out at my place for a bit, we can talk, and I can show you something's I've comedy in my life." he said smiling happily. "You can use a short distraction at the very least." Moldavia nodded her head, it was true maybe being with Lucifer could help him. "You are right. I do need one, I am more than happy to go to your hideout." she said holdings hand then folded her wings more and started to walk to the nearest hatch. He followed her to the nearest hatch. He smiled. "I can show you those special pistols, their silenced a never run out of ammo, not needing normal bullets." he said. Moldavia looked at Lucifer, "That sounds interesting, I would love to see you use them in action." she said then activated one of the hatches and slide through it. Moldavia was outside within minutes and waited for Lucifer to follow. He was out with her shortly. He led the way to his hideout. Making sure no Sky Tech agents were around. Once inside his hideout he relaxed. "Well, what shall we do first, just sit and relax a bit or shall I show you this pistols?" Moldavia thought about it then looked at the couch, "I would like to rest first. Being a leader and giving commands is surprising tiring, but I can still see these pistols of yours." she said curling her tail next to her then stretched her wings widely. She then folded them quickly so that Lucifer could have room to sit down if he wanted to. He smiled and grabbing hold of his pistols, being next to the couch from him not putting them back after he used them. "He upholstered one, and handed the other to her to look at." Very well." he said. "These may look ordinary but......." He shot a shot of air, sending his papers scattering, where he had shot, he'd pick them up later when he found a free moment. "What do you think, and there silenced making them stealthier." he said? Moldavia closed both of her eyes then looked at the aftermath. She watched as the papers flew away and smiled in amazement. "I believe that it's effective, but messy if you have papers around." she said giggling as she stood up and helped Lucifer pick up the papers. He picked up the papers and put them on the table. "I can use all the elements for ammo, air was the least destructive for this, and I didn't put all power behind it." he said. "I could have blown a hole in the wall, but that would reveal the location of my hideout." he chuckled. Moldavia giggled as she placed the paper where Lucifer placed his, "That is true, then you would have to find a new place to hide." she said tilting her head a little then sat back on the couch and sighed a lightly. "If you had used fire, then you would have burned everything." Moldavia said with a soft smile then crossed her legs. "Yeah." he said and sat back on the couch beside her. He sat back and looked over at her. "That would be tough to find a new place now, so many people know me." Moldavia looked back at Lucifer, "It would be difficult, well in this area of the town. Nothing is left here." she said laying her head on the back of the couch. "I love how you used the pistols to your advantage, I wish I could do that." she said looking at the ceiling then looked at Lucifer. Lucifer smiled. "You can, and you have gotten this far, haven't you?" he said. "You just need to know the area your in and attack accordingly to all the surroundings." Moldavia giggled a little, "I'm a shape-shifter and a dragon demon, those to areas are what lets me be me." she said with a smile, "Iron't wish to use violence to solve this problem, but this...is...all I....could think....of." Moldavia said as her voice started to break and tears rolled down her face. He held her close, putting her head into his neck. "It's okay, this is a fight for our city, and it is a good one." he said. He kissed her forehead and let her cry until she was done. He would always be there if she needed anything, even a shoulder to cry on. Moldavia gasped lightly as she felt Lucifer suddenly held her, she continued to cry lightly as she tried to calm down, "Y-Your right, this is a go-good teething we are doing in the city. Thank you Lucifer." she said wrapping her arms around him as her tears started to dry. He smiled at her. "Do you know what I love most about you?" he asked her. "It's your bravery, I became an assassin because I was afraid to fight against Sky tech, or the rebellion, so I did jobs and Killed people on both sides, and every rebellion I killed I felt bad about it." He never told anyone this, he didn't want them to look at him as a coward. Moldavia gently strokes his hair and smiled, "I wouldn't say you were scared. More like you didn't know what to do. I understand it completely." she said with a smile then kissed Lucifer's cheek. He smiled at her. "Thank you." he said. He kissed her gently. "Since I was ordered to kill you, I had a feeling that I was meant to help give the city back to the people who live here, and stop Sky Tech. I don't know what's going to happen now, but I can stay out of sight, Sky tech doesn't know where my hideout is, and if need be I can always move it very easily and quickly." he didn't want to though. Moldavia thought about what Lucifer said about hiding in his hideout and blushed a little when he kissed her. "If you move your hideout then Sky Tech might know a difference in this area if you move. But if you want, I can tell you where the escape hatch to The Rebellion Base is from here. So if you in trouble, I can show you were in danger you can use that to leave here." she said with a soft smile and giggled a little. "That would be better, and they don't know where I am anyway." Lucifer said smiling. "I'll have to go before the boss and explain, I could make up a story like I wanted to do the deed myself, so I stopped the bots, they didn't get anything back to Sky Tech, so he would believe it." he said. "And I could say I was gathering intel, which truthfully, I was at first, sorry about that." he said apologizing. Moldavia nodded her head, "It's ok. I understand. And that is a good idea Lucifer, but I pray that you will be ok." she said then dug in her pocket and gave him a walkie-talkie, "Take this please. Just in case you need help." Moldavia said in a concerned voice. Lucifer took the walkie-talkie from her. He placed it on the couch for now and smiled. "I will be." he said, not really sure if he would be. "Can I ask you to stay here with me tonight?" he asked her. It had been getting late, and he'd love the company." Moldavia nodded her head and smiled softly, "I'd love to." she said giggling then started to pet her tail. A large scar stained the side of it and started to bleed a little. Moldavia took out a piece of cloth and started to wipe the old wound. Lucifer smiled happily. "Umm, I hope you don't mind the couch, oh wait." he said he went into another room and found a bed, perfectly good. He brought it out, he enlarged the doorway years ago. "I don't know why I didn't look through all the stuff here, I guess I could have always used this." He then remembered why he didn't use it, it made him feel lonely, but not tonight he won't. Moldavia quickly moved her tail and looked at the bed, she smiled a little and tilted her head, "But why didn't you, it seems that the bed is comfortable." she said standing up and stretched happily. "Before this started I had a girlfriend, and she died when all this bull crap started, she was killed in a sky tech attack, only they weren't that at the time, and ever since that it made me feel lonelier to use it." he explained. "I promised her I'd help to stop sky tech, even though she was my first girlfriend I did care about her and I promised her I would stop them. What would she say if she knew my choice in job?" he said. He sat down on the bed. He looked at her. "I'm going to make it right, she is still someone I hold dear, and I need to keep my promise to her." He hugged her. "Thank you, Moldavia. You have opened my eyes to what I must do, and that I can love. I have kept any emotion close to love out of my life for so long." Moldavia jumped a little and looked at Lucifer as he told her the story. She looked down, feeling sorry for him, but she was happy to have helped him. Moldavia then hugged him back, "You're welcome Lucifer, I'm happy to have made sure that you kept your promise." she said with a smile and giggled a little. "You've done more than that for me." he said. "But there are no words for how you have. I love you, and I will always. My entire being feels complete, like it's you I've needed to meet." He laid down and didn't feel lonely, he felt loved and complete. He kissed her lovingly and deeply. Moldavia gasped lightly then and blushed deep red as Lucifer kissed her. She relaxed a little and kissed him back. "I-Is what you say to me true?" she asked looking at him, hoping that what he was saying was true. "Everything I have told you since I told you what I was sent to do has been true. I won't lie to you again, not like when we first met. I absolutely mean what I said." he said. Moldavia blushed more and smiled happily and kissed him again. "I am happy that you love me as much as I love you." she said swaying her tail slowly and kissed slow and sweetly. He smiled and kissed her just as slowly and sweetly. He was glad she loved him as much as he loved her. Moldavia became relaxed as she continued to kiss Lucifer. A small smile appeared on her face as she leaned back a little and laid her head on his chest and felt his heart beating. He laid down and held her close, smiling happily. "Tomorrow is going to be fun and will change this thing." he said. "No matter what happens change will happen." Moldavia blushed and smiled when Lucifer started talking to her, "Change will happen. This we will make sure and also to make it fair, maybe I could tell you a little about me if you want." she said moving her head and looked at him with soft and happy eyes. "I would love to hear about you, and I can tell you more about me." he said. "You know I'm not really what I try to be, well I can be different, I just choose to show my hard constantly. You've seen some of me that most don't." Moldavia tilted her head a little, "I see, well as you know if you do know, I am the last of the demon dragons." she said placing a hand on her chest and smiled a little, "I lived with my family in a house south of Roadie and I stayed with Drake when my parents went to work." Moldavia said then curled her tail as she tried to hold back her tears. "I have heard that." he said. He hugged her. "You miss your family don't you?" he asked her. "This war has taken a friend and my family, I'll do what it takes to stop that. I miss my family too, and my friend." Moldavia hugged Lucifer back, "I do miss them, I miss them a lot. My mother and father died protecting me." she said as the tears rolled down her face. When she heard Lucifer say something, she looked at him and spoke, "You have lost a friend and your family, I guess we have a lot of things in common with each other." she said smiling and kissed his cheek. "When this is over, we should have memorial of all those we have lost to free Roadie from Sky Tech." she suggested as she laid on Lucifer. "And we will." he said. "It'll be in the middle of the city, for all to see, something people will come to." He hugged her and kissed her back. Moldavia smiled softly and kissed Lucifer deeply and slowly. Happiness had filled her heart as she wrapped her arms around him gently and curled her tail slowly behind her, and she kissed him. Lucifer kissed Moldavia back slowly and deeply, holding her close wrapping his arms around her. He held her close and kissed her deeper, but still just as slow, savoring every moment of the kiss. Moldavia felt the warmth of Lucifer as he wrapped his arms around her. Suddenly she heard something outside, Moldavia stopped kissing looks towards the door and frowns a little.{Darn u strange sounds} ((Lola, and at a bad time too))He looks to the door and wonders what it could be. (exactly lol)Moldavia stood up and creeped to the door and leaned against the door to hear. Her eyes widen as she heard Sky Tech bots outside, she turned to Lucifer and placed a finger at her lips, "S. Bs are outside. Keep it down." she whispered then listened as the bots were outside looking around. He snuck behind her and saw them. He was quiet and watched what they did. They were looking for something. "How many would you say there are counting the ones we can't see?" he whispered. Moldavia looked at Lucifer as he spoke to her. She closed her eyes and guessed. "I guess about 10, I can't tell for sure." she said opening her eyes and looked at Lucifer and kept quiet. "Lets just wait for them to leave." He said going back to the bed and laying down, gesturing for her to come. He wanted to distract her until the bots were gone, and then maybe do something else, but that was all up to if she wanted to. Moldavia gasps lightly as she turned her head to Lucifer and saw him lay back down. She looked back at the door and listened as the bots continued looking for something, then finally turned around and walked back to the bed quietly and laid next to Lucifer, and she looked at him and smiled. He held her close like they were and smiled back. "They'll give up the search eventually, and that door looks just like a wall from outside, not even the hinges or knob show, plus it's locked so they won't find it or get into here." he said. He had thought of that before. Moldavia felt the warmth of Lucifer go through her body again, "You are right, I am just a little paranoid of the bots finding us and killing me." she said as the memories came back, "What is it about demon dragons that has every bot come after me?" she asked as she placed her head on his chest as the fear crawled through her body. "I don't know much about demon dragons, but I do know that they won't succeed with you." he said. He held her a bit closer. "I'll be your protector whenever you need me, in every way possible." he said. He gently rubbed one hand on her tail. "Your tali feels cool." he said smiling at her. "Thank You Lucifer." Moldavia said in a soft voice, she felt more safe being with him. When she felt his hand o her tail, it twitched a little and gently curled around his hand. "Thank you again Lucifer." she said with a soft smile and giggled as the warmth of Lucifer's hand went into her tail. He smiled feeling this. "Your welcome." he said. He left his hand where it was on her tail, well now wrapped in it, and kissed her gently. The bots must have given up for now because they left, and it was quiet after a couple more minutes. He looked at Moldavia and smiled again. "I knew they wouldn't find us." Moldavia let Lucifer kiss her, and she kissed him back and listened. He was right, the bots were gone, but it was weird that they were out in this part of town. She looked at Lucifer and smiled, "Yes, you were right. They didn't find us." she said as she smiled lightly and gently rubbed her head on Lucifer. He smiled back, he made that door like that purposely, to lose enemies fast, and make it so they couldn't find where his hideout was. He smiled at her. "What shall we do now?" he asked her kissing her neck softly, going to her collar bone and batting lightly in a few places. He then kissed back up her neck and lightly nibbled her ear. Moldavia gasped lightly as Lucifer kissed her neck, it was weird and yet pleasureful as he did it. She smiled lightly and she looked at him. Moldavia wrapped her arms around Lucifer as he continued kisses her neck and lightly bit her ear, "It depends on what will make you happy." she said in a soft tune. He smirks. "But I want to make you happy." he said in a soft tone. He hugged her close. "What would you like to do love?" he asked.((next post shall be longer)) Moldavia looked at Lucifer as he spoke to her softly, she was in a trans by his voice and looked into his eyes almost forget what Lucifer said, What I would like to do is do what that mind of yours is thinking. She said in a gentle voice and kissed Lucifer on the forehead and stared at him with happiness in her eyes. He stared into hers happily. He almost didn't catch her answer, almost getting lost in her eyes. Furthermore, he kissed her passionately. "Oh and what is my mind thinking?" he asked seductively. "I'm not quite sure, could you show me what it is I am thinking?" Moldavia smirked as she placed her hands on Lucifer's chest and kissed him back, "I could show you, but I can't read minds, you're going to have to show me yourself." she said as her clothes wrinkled a little and exposed some of her chest, "What can you show me that your mind wants you to do?" Moldavia asked giggling softly. He chuckles softly and kisses her deeply and passionately. He moves his hands to her lower back wrapping his arms around her and lifting her shirt up further. Furthermore, he was sure at this point she could tell that he was hard. Furthermore, he moved with his waist into her a little bit. Moldavia kissed Lucifer back as she felt his hands on her body and the warmth going into her. She felt his hand lift she said, and she started to blush.[Time Skip] Says found herself sleeping on her laptop, she apparently worked until she slept. She closed the laptop and put it into her bag, she then went to find Drake, she seemed to feel more comfortable with him. Drake woke up in the infirmary and got upholding his head as the headache started to go away slowly, 'That is the last time I ask Theresa to help me.' he said to himself as he turned the corner and stretched his arms and starts looking for someone to talk to and help him around. Says runs into Drake in the infirmary, she must have been close to it. "Oh hey Drake." she said. Drake continued walking until he felt a body hit him, he opened his all green eyes and looked around and seen no one until he heard a voice. Drake looked down and smiled a little under his mask, "Hello Says. You little you were sleep." he said smiling then stood up more straight. He smiled. "I worked late didn't I?' she asked him. "I had to be sure that this place was safe, and it is, there is no possibility that the bots succeeded in anything they were sent to do, oh yeah I didn't tell you, I found the log of all the orders the bots were given." she then stopped talking, suddenly nervous. Drake breathed deeply and smiled more. "You did work late, but most rebels do that." he explained as he started to walk slowly to the mess hall. "Tell me what you found, and I will tell Lady Moldavia when she gets back, and why are you so nervous?" Drake asked tilting his head. "I'm not nervous." she said quickly, then blushing a bit. She found the huge being quite cute. "I have it all on my laptop, I can show her when she gets back, it's too much to say right now." she said. She hoped he didn't think she was being rude. She just found it hard to talk to him at random times. Drake tilted his head more and chuckled softly, "You have a point there. I'm hungry and when it comes to food and work, food wins." he said looking at the young girl. She looked pretty, but he had to look away, he didn't want Says knowing he was looking at her a lot. He walked in the mess and looked for his favorite food. Says was surprised her vampire side hadn't showed up in a while, it kind of concerned her. She followed him to the mess hall and got a plate of food, she sat down at a table and began eating, she was surprised at how hungry she was, she could eat human food, but it didn't fully satisfy her, she hoped her vampire side would come out if she didn't satisfy it. 'You fool, that's not going to work.' Mya said. Says was happy to hear her vampire side's voice. 'Oh you are there, I was worried I lost you.' 'Not a chance says, I'm always here.' Says was glad. Drake got the food he wanted then walked to the table Says was at. He grabbed the edge of his mask and pulled it off. His skin was burned and peeling, his eyes all green and icky, little stumbles of hair and a shoestring crisscrossed on his face as if to hold it together. Drake was comfortable with how he looked. He continued eating until he heard the chair he sat on give under him. "Crap, it happened again." he growled as the others laughed. Says giggled and handed him another chair. "I should make a chair for you, I can make things as well as hack computers and I could make it so that doesn't happen." she found him cute, even if others may think that he looked like a monster, she didn't, she couldn't, he was no monster, only looked different, the monster was Sky tech. Lucifir woke up with Moldavia in his arms and smiled sleepily, not quite awake yet. He watched her sleep and felt her heartbeat on him, her chest being close enough for that. Drake looked at Says and smiled when she spoke. He was a little surprised how she didn't jump when she has seen him, the only person that never got scared by his sight was Moldavia. "Thanks, I would be happy about that." he said. He looked at Says as she seemed to become more beautiful from where he was. Moldavia stayed asleep, she was enjoying the rest, a real rest she hasn't gotten in a few years. She seemed to become more and more relaxed as she slept in Lucifer's arms and felt his warmth go into her body and the feel of his skin on hers. Says smiled. "Your welcome." she said. "I'm not afraid of how you look, don't worry, I find it quite cute in a way." she said blushing, she didn't believe she just said that out loud to him. Lucifir enjoyed laying here, he knew he'd have to go see the sky tech boss either today or tomorrow. He decided to do it tomorrow, so he could spend the day with Moldavia. Drake's eyes widen when he heard Says call how he looked cute, "Um...thank you, Says." he said blushing a little and stood up slowly as his chains started to support their master's weight. Moldavia finally opened her eyes slowly and looked at Lucifer, "I see that...you're up." she said with a soft smile and giggled softly. She was still blushing. "Your welcome." she said. She took out her laptop and typed in her password, then went to a file with the findings she had, she then slid the laptop over to Drake. These bots have only had scouting and information gathering orders really." she said. Lucifir smiled at her. "Yeah, you look so peaceful when you sleep." he said. "I can't wait until I can make it also feel that way for everyone, this has gone on long enough in roadie." He then thought of something. "I know how I'm going to confront the boss of Sky tech, I will need someone to make a hammer so that he can't read my mind." Drake looked at the laptop and seen the orders they were given, "This seems a little odder than usual for Sky Tech to have told these bots to get Moldavia's records and intel about the location of the base." he said looking at the screen closely. Moldavia smiled softly and looked at Lucifer, "That is something that seems to be coming into our grasp soon. If we keep trying we will succeed." she said cuddling up to him. She heard him say something about seeing his boss and jumped a little. "When we go back to base, I can get you a hammer, it will be invisible to the demon eye but prefect for you." she said curling her tail behind her. "Yeah, but I wouldn't doubt that Sky tech had a purpose." Says said. She had found this strange, they could have always sent bots to just kill her and get out of there, but they knew that Lucifer was suppose to do that. Lucifir smiled. "That's good. And I know we just have to keep trying, and we'll do this. It'll be a safe peaceful place like it was." he said. Drake looked listened and continued to look at the screen. He knew why Sky Tech wanted Moldavia dead, "Sky Tech are cowards. They only wish to get rid of Moldavia for their own selfish needs." he said narrowing his eyes a little and growled louder. Moldavia looked at Lucifer and listened, "Yes and I will be happier to see this day." she said sits up slowly and felt her arm about it give up. He helped her to sit up. He smiles. "You don't know how many nights I've dreamed of that." he said. Saya looked at Drake. "It's okay, they won't succeed, I'm confident." she said patting him on his shoulder. Moldavia looked at Lucifer a little confused, "What do you mean Lucifer?" she asked swaying her tail and her long blonde hair covered most of her body. Drake looked at Says, "I pray you're like, it almost happened before. I was careless and Moldavia almost paid the price for it." he said in a low voice as the memory placed in her head. "I've dreamed so many nights of the day that Roadie is free, and every one of the dreams there's a girl with me that day, she has a tail and something else from what I can tell from the shapes of the shadows me and her cast, I think it's you." he said. Saya jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. "That's the past, we learn from our mistakes and make better choices." she said. Moldavia's eyes widen slightly, she became fascinated with what Lucifer was interesting. "You believe you were dreaming of me?" she asked swaying her tail more and crawled a little closer to him. Drake felt Says's arms go around him, looked down with sadness. "But if you have seen what I did, you would look at me with disgust." he said as a little blush came on his face. He smiled and welcomed the closeness of this move she made." That's not what matters, dwell not in the past and look forward to the future." she said smiling. Moldavia looked at Lucifer and seen how he smiled when she crawled to him. She smiled back as she crawled closer, "You still haven't answered my question." she said with a smirk as her chest was close enough to Lucifer that she could feel him breath on her. Drake smiling back softly as he looked at Says, he didn't know what came over him, but he kissed her cheek then quickly looked away. "Y-You're right and sorry. I-I don't know why I did that." he said as Drake started to eat his food again. She kissed him back on the cheek and marveled at the feel for it, it felt a little different, but just as good. "I don't mind." she said kissing his cheek again and went back down to her seat and continued to eat. Lucifir looked at her and smiled. "I do believe just that." he said. "The girl had wings, I could tell from her shadow, and after what we did last night I saw who she was, it was you." he said. Moldavia smiled softly and nuzzled Lucifer's neck. She was happy to hear this from him and only him, "That is so sweet Lucifer and caring." she said with a softness in her voice. "I wish I could say the same about you, but I am not allowed dreaming anymore." Moldavia said laying down on top on Lucifer. Drake blushed more as Says kissed him again and walked back to her tray on food. "Samsara, why don't you tell me a little about yourself." he suggested as he finished eating. He smiled and held her closely. "I try." he said smiling. Saya looked up at him as she finished. "Well, I am good with computers, at five I was able to hack my parents' laptop, and then I got better and better at that. My friends and I enjoyed the small things like walks in the park and swimming as well as going shopping and other things like that. I am very easy to get along with, and very kind. My vampire side Mya, she is bipolar but in a good mood she is the same way, she has always been there for me, who knew I'd gain an alternate personality from a little vampire blood?" she said. "I can also talk to a wall if fell talkative enough, and I love to get hugs, and to know that people care, I do suffer from minor depression at times, but only off and on." she said. "How about yourself?' she asked him. Moldavia giggled and kissed his chin, "You're such a silly goose." she said to him and nuzzled his neck happily. Drake listened to her and smiled a little at her story. "That's better than mine. I lived with my family and was close to Moldavia's family. I was her babysitter when her parents went to work. We used to play together all the time since I didn't really have any friends, I was always alone until she came to my house. Moldavia was a few years younger than me so naturally people that it was weird. But we Sky Tech came, they ruined everything and destroyed all of Moldavia's innocence." Drake growled again then shook his head quickly, "I enjoy helping her in freeing the people of Roadie and helping others when needed." Drake said then looked at Says and smiled softly. Lucifer smiled and cuddled her closer to him. She smiled and hugged him. "That's not so bad, you've got this far in life." she said knowing the statistics for suicide. Moldavia wrapped her arms around Lucifer and smiled then her eyes shot up and looked up, she heard something, and she knew that they are a little different. Moldavia stayed still and growled lightly hearing her dragon hearing to hear the bots wear back, but were a little different. She looked at Lucifer and smiled softly before getting on her hands and knees and slowly crawled to the door. Drake smiled and hugged Say aback then the alarm hung through the mess hall, "What the hell is going on?" he asked himself as he stood up and started to walk to door. "Coming?" he asked looking at Says and smiled as he placed his Mack back on. She smiled and took his hand, after putting her laptop back into her back. "Let's go see what that is." she said. Lucifir watched and heard this. He knew the bots where changed, Sky Tech must have figured out that a pure ground force of bots wasn't working. Drake smiled as he and Says walked to the observatory, "What's going on?" he asked tilting his head a little as one of the rebels looked at him, "There on the move again. But they are concentrating on this one area, and they're heat sensor bots." he said then pressed a few buttons making the screen bigger and Drake's eyes widen. "Where's Lady Moldavia?" he said quickly as another rebel looked at the screens, "She's in the same area." she said looking at Drake. "Give her the signal that she has to change." he said as his hand got a little tighter around Says's hand. Moldavia listened to the voices outside the door. She curled her tail as a small beeping was heard on the belt of her shorts, she crawled quickly back to Lucifer and laid on top of him. "Whatever you do, I need you to stay calm and not produce any heat." she said as she placed her hand on his mouth and started to shift. She turned into a spitting image of Lucifer and kept quiet and waited until the beeping would stop. Says just observed and was a little shocked. "I saw her leave with Lucifer, she's fine." Says told him. Lucifir nodded, and his skin became very cold as frost could be seen at the surface of his skin. "This good?" he whispered. He cooled his skin with the element of ice. Drake looked at Says with a worried look, "You are right, but there are something's that are working against us. Moldavia has a very high temperature and can be found if she doesn't have it lowered by shifting into a different form. Unfortunately, it's a strain on her body if those don't move then Moldavia might have to turn back into her normal form and escape without being seen." he said a little nervous and held Says's hand a little tighter. Moldavia started to shake, she could feel the cold enter her new body. She looked at him and smiled back, Moldavia felt a little weird in Lucifer's body and started to breath hard, her limit in the morph as started to come to an end. Says looked at him. "I have a feeling that won't be a problem, Lucifer seem to be the kind of person who knows how to change a situation to make it so he isn't found heat sensor or not." she said. Lucifir realized something. "You have trouble with hiding body heat don't you?" he asked Moldavia. Drake smiled at Says, "I hope that you are right." he said with a little wordiness in his voice. Moldavia jumped a little and looked at Lucifer and nodded nervously, "Yes, but that's to my ability to morph that problem has been solved." she said in Lucifer's voice. She giggled softly and waited as the bots outside stopped. "Me too." she said." That is nice to hear." he said. He sat with her until the bots went away. Drake smiled then looked at the screen, "Zoom in, I want to see what the bots look like." he asked as the Rebel female made the image bigger and clearer causing Drake's eyes to widen more. "Those heart less bastards! Beta gets a squad down there and get Lucifer and Lady Moldavia out of that area!" he growled as Beta jumped a little, "Yes sir." he said running out. Drake sighed and sat in the chair Moldavia would sit, his weight was making him tired as he seems what Sky Tech did. Use Moldavia's parents remains to make them into hunters to find her. Beta and the squad ran to the hatch and rode their bikes to where Moldavia and Lucifer were at and fast. Moldavia softly smiled and giggled quietly, "I am sorry if this is uncomfortable. Turning into you was my only option." she whispered in his voice and looked away quickly. "It's fine, I understand it was your only option, and if they found us it would have confused them, so I could shoot them before they had a chance to do anything. He got up and grabbed his guns, putting them into the holsters he always wore. "I have a feeling that we'll have some of the rebels to escort us back to the base." he said holding his hand out to her. He got changed into clean clothes, and looked at her. "I love you Moldavia." he said. Saya watched as the picture was zoomed in. "Sky tech won't stop until they've stopped us, or we've stopped them." she said. "Why must those monsters have everything?!" she exclaimed to herself. Her vampire side took over to control her temper that she usually could, but not now. "Now Says, I'll take over for a little so you can cool down." Mya said, her appearance changed too, her outfit turning black. Moldavia watched as Lucifer got up and got dress. She smiled softly happily and placed her hand on his, "I love you too Lucifer." she said gathering her clothes and started to look for some clothes and put them on then held Lucifer's hand. Drake looked at Says only to see that it wasn't her. "Who are you? He asked tilting his head and seen that the squad made it to the area and started to fire and the robotic versions of Moldavia's parents. "Lady Moldavia, where are you?" Beta cried out and looked around as he ducked and weaved to look around. "I am Mya, I am Says's Vampire half, I take over for her when she needs me to. I mainly do when she loses her temper like she just did. Lucifer and Moldavia will wait until all the bots are eliminated first, they won't give away their location away until then, so tell Beta that they should just kill the bots within at least a twenty-foot range of where they are, I have a feeling they're right outside where they are." Mya said. Lucifir looked at her then heard a voice but held Moldavia so she wouldn't go outside, he heard gun shots too. "They have come to get us, they are attacking the bots out there though we should wait until all are eliminated." he suggested. Drake looked at Mya and nodded a little, "You're right, Lady Moldavia wouldn't come out of hiding." he said looking down for a moment then back at the screen and a button on the chair's armrest, "Beta, I'm afraid we have no choice but to kill Lady Moldavia's parents and let them have a real rest." Drake said as Beta went sent for a moment then sighed, "As you wish then." he said coming out of his hiding place and started to shoot at the robotic dead parents of Moldavia. The other scouts followed and started to shoot only to have the bots jump in the air and leave the area. "Damn it, scouts 2 and 3 follow them and make sure they don't come back. The rest of you stay with me." he said looking around AR the two left, "Lady Moldavia, where are you?" he cried out again. Moldavia jumped a little and looked around, "Do you think it is safe to go out now?" she asked as the beeper on her clothes turned off and went silent. She walked closer to Lucifer looking around and listened to what was going on outside as she heard a voice again "That must be Beta." she said quietly and looked at Lucifer. "Let's go." he said. "I'll be able to protect you." he said holding her hand. He opened the door RTO his hideout and walked out with her, shutting it tightly. He was satisfied with how it looked like just a normal wall, because it had been he just fashioned a door out of part of it. Furthermore, he saw Beta just in front of them. Furthermore, he walked over and nodded. "She's been safe with me." he said as he exited the more of an alley way area. Beta looked at Lucifer and the newly formed Moldavia as a look alike Lucifer. He smiled and looked around, "We are sorry milady, they got away." he said bowing a little. "It's ok, but let's go before we get caught." she said panicked a little and walked quickly and quietly with Lucifer. Lucifer got her to the base with Beta following and once they got in he relaxed a little. His free hand still twitched toward the gun on that side in the holster at his back. He made it calm and go to his side. He looked at Moldavia and smiled. Moldavia smiled back at Lucifer and the others walked inside the base and turned into her original form. She looked around, "Beta, what happened while I was gone?" she asked looking at him, "Nothing Midday. Besides that attack, nothing has happened." he said softly and walked with her and Lucifer. Lucifer walked to find out anything about the attack. He went to where he knew Drake to be. He found Says with him and wondered why that was. Drake stood up as he has seen Lucifer and Moldavia, "Lady Moldavia, we are happy that you and Lucifer were ok. I hope that no harm came to you both." he said with a smile under his mask. "You have nothing to worry about my friend. Have you found any refugee camps yet?" she asked sitting down in her chair, "Not yet. Says, Beta and I were about to go start looking for them." Drake said walking to the door and gestured Mya to follow him. "Thank you and Lucifer, since Says will be leaving, do you think you can try to see what you can get from the attack earlier?" she asked him curling her tail behind her. Mya followed Drake and Lucifer looked at Moldavia. "Of course, I'll get right on that." he said. He knew how to use computers to get into surveillance systems and see what some plans are, but nothing like what Says could do. He went to the computer and started there. Furthermore, he got the footage and saw the bots. They weren't normal, but he didn't let his anger cloud his duty, he then started to untraceable hack into Sky tech, it took him about two hours just to do that, then he got the data on the bots orders, well the basic gist of it, he put it up larger on the screen for Moldavia to see. "They were ordered to lure you out, that's why they were your parents." he said. "Those bastards have no humanity to them at all do they?" Moldavia watched Lucifer hack into Sky Tech then seen how they used her dead parents to lure her out like Lucifer said. She looked down and frowned deeply as anger started to crawl through her body, hatred filled her eyes as she thumped her tail hard on the ground, Alpha felt the vibration then looked at Moldavia. "Lady Moldavia, calm down. We'll get them for this, but you back to calm down." she said worried as Moldavia growled evilly and slowly glared at her. "Alpha, if you want to live then back off." Moldavia roared as tears rolled down her face and sharpened her claws in rage, hatred and anger. Lucifer saw this and wrapped his arms around her. "I want to get them back for this as much as you do, but you have to come down, we will get them for this, but revenge is not the answer." he said. "We can get them back by not letting this cloud our view on our goal and beat them, taking back the city for the rightful owners the citizens who live here." he said. Moldavia started to shake and slowly started to hug Lucifer lightly, "But why them? They were killed because of Sky Tech. Those monsters killed my parents, why them?" she cried as tears rolled off her face relaxing a little more as she felt the body heat of Lucifer go through her body. "They knew you'd want revenge, they were toying with you in a very cruel and inhuman way." he said. "You can't let them get to you, once they have won, you need to keep a level head and plan your strike carefully, you'll get pay back when we put an end to sky tech."

The Rebellion {Vampy & Gothy}|rating:3.0

I'm a disney princess - Approved Charcters

Approved Characters:Snow White Robin Hood Cruella De VilleJafarShadow manUrsulaMeridaArielAladdinHadesEsmerelda W.i.p(LindellAge27SexFemaleSexualityPansexualPrince/Princess/Fairy Tail Alice, Alice in Wonderland and Through the looking glass Physical Description Alice stands at a graceful 5'8, she has a slender almost willow like frame, with no real feminine developments despite her age. Gone is the beautiful blond hair Alice had as a child, her hair falls well past her hips and is dyed midnight black. She still has the bright blue eyes, however. PersonalityAlice is a very quirky young woman, she has a very skewed sense if right and wrong. When talking with Alice you often have to work your way backwards through it for example before even asking how she is Alice often begins with very well, thank you. Alice is incredibly intelligent and has a rather sharp and vivid imagination. She can often been seen talking to inanimate objects. Special Power Drug Creation and Manipulation - Due to some circumstances in Alice's youth she is almost totally reliant on drugs and the kick they give her. From her teenage years onwards Alice experimented in the creation and use of drugs, and she even has a "special menu" at her café with selected drugs baked into recipes. Overactive imagination- As a young girl Alice adored reading and most of all hearing her older sister Grace read. During these times she would often create the world of the story inner mind. Her imagination became so vivid that Alice had a hard time working out what's real and what isn't. JobOwner of "Huge but Tiny", BakerHistoryPersonal likes/Dislikes Sexual Likes/ Dislikes Likes pretty much everything, open to experimentation. Dislikes non-con, scattered, gore, voreWriterLevi (name unknown]Age:34Sex:Male | He/Him Sexuality:Heterosexual Prince/Princess/Fairy tale:Protagonist of'The Street Rat Princess Thief'which details the sordid tale of how a lowly beggar boy seduces and marries the love of his life whilst simultaneously destroying the reputation Afar had spent years developing. Physical Description:A former military man, Janeiro thin 6'2" frame can seem much taller at times. Though not physically imposing by most definitions, he is incredibly toned and lean beneath his clothing. More often than not, Afar can be seen in expensive clothing. Though he does not attempt to draw attention to himself by wearing the most recent fashions, it is without question at a glance that Afar is a wealthy man. Though he shows no sign of any limp or other physical incapacity, Afar is always seen with a lavishly embellished golden walking cane. There is a stylized snake coiled up its length and its head is poised to strike directly where he rests his hand. Personality:Meticulous. Manipulative. Conniving. Charismatic. Afar is a man of conviction; he knows exactly what he wants, and he does not bat an eye in the face of those he has to crush to obtain it. Yet, despite his sometimes cruel intentions, Afar is also a silver-tongued devil in that he speaks the languages of flattery and insult as easily as he breathes air. It is not often that he finds himself in a situation he can not talk his way out of. In regard to his sense of humor, it can be summarized in all of two words; infrequent and dark. Though it is somewhat of a feat to draw out his candid laughter, Afar takes delight in the misery of others unless you count yourself among the very few he has deigned diamonds in this rough life we lead. Special Powers:Genius - On paper, Janeiro intellect surpasses that of the average man. A proverbial Swiss Army knife, he excels at most things that he tries his hand at granted it serves a purpose to him in some fashion. Mastery of Disguise - Having served in the military from his teens well into his adulthood, Afar knows firsthand the power infiltration brings with it. He has mastered this skill and oft uses it to obtain information that might otherwise not be shared with him. Mind Control - While most believe the walking cane to be a mere style choice the truth of the matter is that this supposed cane serves purpose as a scepter for channeling Janeiro magical abilities. An artifact he discovered as a young military boy, the powers it has attributed him have largely molded him as an individual, corrupted him even. Political Power - Respected for his time in service and feared for his wealth, Afar finds himself in a most advantageous position to whisper into the ears of those in power. Job:Legal Counsel History:In the Middle East, Afar led an unattractive life, truthfully unworthy of mention. At the age of 13, world crisis forced his hand into military service, and it was during his very first term that this scrawny boy happened upon a shimmery unembellished cane of gold. Reacting to his touch, the likelihood of a vicious cobra slid from the surrounding sands onto the cane, nestling its head right into Janeiro palm. Since that fateful day, it has never left his side. Being a part of the militia for so long, Afar has never found need to be addressed by his first name and, in fact, prefers to be called simply by Afar. At the age of 26, Afar was discharged from the ranks though the details of such an event are very deeply buried in bureaucratic unpleasantness, buried even deeper still to those that push the topic with Afar himself. With such mystery and whispers of scandal surrounding him, it was quite easy for Afar to place whispers into the ears of those that carried him to exactly where he chose to be. Seated at the right hand of a powerful world leader, Afar has been afforded many luxuries and should anyone threatening the life he has come to lead? Well, they should think twice. Personal Likes:Wealth, Making people squirm, Gold in all its forms, Self Care, Grand Social Gatherings. Personal Dislikes:Poverty, people challenging him, poor hygiene, people trying to make him laugh. Sexual Likes:Submissive women, well groomed or hairless. Long, dark hair. A great deal of bondage and degradation. Orgasm denial, use of clamps, ropes and paddles (giving). Branding or otherwise marking. Being called 'Master'. Sexual Dislikes:Scat and Urine. Threesomes of any variety. Unkempt/Natural pubic regions. Evidence of self harm. Foul-mouthed women. Men in any sexual context. Writer:Capella Name:Dr. Theodore Cyrus Families / Papa Dosage: 165 / 32 Appears Sex:Male Sexuality:Heterosexual Prince/Princess/Fairy Tale: The Princess and the Frog Visual Description: (Written Description: Dark-skinned muscular male that works out a decent about to maintain his form, strength and skills. 6’3”, 230# His deep brown eyes garner the attention of a much older man, of a much older time. He has runes scatter over his form that ward his body from possession. Gold hoop in each ear with a diamond stud that helps him to focus his energies. Personality: He is deceptively charming but egotistical as he sees those that would not see him as ruler and king don’t deserve to live. He is focused on being what he was meant to be which is a ruler, don’t get in his damned way. Super Powers:Shadow step – The ability to become one with the shadows. His connection to the other side allows him to make himself undetectable...completely concealing himself in the shadows; dark corners and alleyways, as it may. He is incapable of disappearing if someone should have their sights set on him but, be warned; he can literally be gone in the blink of an eye... Possession– Through some level of physical contact, Theo is able to control a person for some time. If the individual is awake and conscious, the possession is limited to one (1) hour. Should the individual be unconscious at the time of possession, it is able to be extended to a maximum of six (6) hours time. If the target is deceased, however, the reanimation through possession is only stable in ten (10) minutes bursts. If possession after death is attempted for longer than these ten (10) minutes, Theo risks the wrath of his supposed 'friends' on the other side. Regardless of the state of the individual, after he/she has been possessed, they are incapable to be possessed for a time frame equal to approximately one day or twenty-four (24) hours after the conclusion of the previous possession. Attempts to ignore this 'cooldown' period cause indescribable pain to Theo. It should be noted that Theo will outwardly still be fully functional of his own being even whilst pup petering his targets through possession. (Player Characters are able to resist this effect and will be discussed IOC prior to.) Necromancy– dark magic to summon souls to come to his defense to even put said souls into the body of others to do his bidding. He has done this enough times to have been granted enhanced magical abilities, and he plans to use these dark abilities to raise an army to rule the world or at least his part of it. Job:Psychotherapist / Club Owner – Voodoo Lounge Character Story:Theodore has been alive for some time, having grown up poor on the isle he has worked with his grandmother who was the ma’are >. She told him he would be Shang’s emissary if he kept at his studies. He did just that he worked, he played, and he trained to be great. He had learned to read someone future and past with a mere turn of the card but then, when his brother died through a bad accident, and he couldn’t bring him back…he made the wrong deal and his brother as destined to die anyway. Furthermore, he came into debt with the shadows. Now he tends to work if only to pay off his debt, he does charms to clean and summons, but he still has his own agenda to be free of his debt so that he can get his true inheritance his Ma’are’s power and title. He has been alive for some time plying his trade as a maker of deals for both sides. Now he is more into branching out and not making a name for himself, but ruling the southern half of the US particularly the area of the southern states where his power is greater. He has made several deals that have increased his control, particularly in Louisiana and Brazil. He has his title, but now he wants the total power to be Shang’s Emissary on earth, and he is power seeking. Weapons:Sword-staff, Kali stick fighting. 2 silver-plated .45, Several decks of bladed Tarot cards. Main Vehicle:Pale Expedition Pets:Ali – Blonde Boa, Croak, and Gator: two personal albino gators, they rule the others. Extra:He has access to a significant amount of money. His powers allow for favors to be granted to an individual for some time once that time is over…he will come to collect what is his! Polyglot: French-Creole/Regular, Portuguese, Latin, Spanish, Arabic, Some German, still working on some Hieroglyphs to read his magic tomes. He has a penchant for magic items and books anything to increase his powers. Personal likes/Dislikes Likes~Self-defense, Magic, Particular artifacts, Making money, Seduction and making a good deal, a good party. Dislikes~bullies, Molesters/Rapists, Stupid people, those that renege on the deal, Disrespecting/dishonoring the dead. Sexual Likes/ Dislikes Yes:Women (all, but a penchant for redheads), oral (giving and receiving), various positions, shower/bathtub, Pool sex, some BDSM, Threesomes (MFF(He is the male.)), Sexy Outfits No:Anal (receiving), Toilet Stuff, most extreme kinks, threesomes (MMF), and foul smells. Writer:GannameadeTheme song:I am the bad guy... Duh!!! (( Do you know how weird human reproduction is??!?? Prince/Princess/Fairy Tail mermaid tail? Little mermaid Physical Description Short, slender, red hair to the waist, inquisitive blue eyes that change color like the sea. PersonalityCurious, cheerful, exploring, naive, happy until something stands in the way of getting something she wants. Special Power Highly trained singer, and can make songs about almost anything. Good with aquatic animals. JobChildren's birthday parties, mermaid shows, occasional singing jobs in the theater. Not that her family would ever let her go without money. HistoryLife began under the ocean. Despite the restrictions of being the youngest child of a royal family, there were some good friends, adventures, all magical and unbelievable, nothing modern day people would find credible. A quickly formed love affair turned into story full of magic, betrayal, deceit, shipwrecks and adventure fell apart just as rapidly, on a wedding night. Human males may be pretty, but the things they considered normal!! Due to the nature of the spells, Ariel found herself trapped in a new world, with all sorts of strange things, objects and people and buildings and machines. It had been what she wanted, but dreams had a way of turning into nightmares. She's a part of this world now, and had to end up somewhere. London, with the lights and water and vibrant people, seemed like a good enough place, still a city of international travelers, strangers searching for new dreams. And she wasn't alone there, having found people with a similar aura, a familiar sense of being different from the masses. All were beautiful and special. It wasn't exactly home, but the ever-changing nature of the city was close enough to bring comfort. And maybe it would become home, with time. Personal likes/Dislikes Water, bubble baths, long walks by the sea, fish, birds, forks, beautiful dresses, singing, cartoons, books. Aquariums, trash, animal cruelty, sharks, pushy people, being told what to do, sunburn, eels, witches, people who don't believe in mermaids, traffic, fire, lots of noise. Sexual Likes/ Dislikes Ladies, though she's not super experienced. There's a lot of things she just doesn't understand. Men, male genitalia, sexual reproduction, rope bondage. WriterElizabeth Eased (White ‘Snow’ WaldeckAge21SexFemaleSexualityHeterosexualPrince/Princess/Fairy Tail Snow White~ Snow White and the Seven Dwarves Physical Description Snow stands at 5’4 and weighs approximately 125 lbs, she has an hourglass shaped figure with a bountiful 40D cup size and a healthy softly rounded backside. Skin fair and pristine as freshly fallen untainted snow and lips perpetually a lovely Rosa pink, hair black as obsidian tumbling down her back and shoulders in soft subtle waves. Eyes a beautiful powdery blue like a January morning sky. PersonalitySnow is very kind, warm and bubbly, she always has a genuine smile for everyone she meets, she is definitely the type that likes to try and see the good in everyone… regardless of how small that goodness might be. Even a drop is enough, for even a drop can be nurtured into a vast ocean. On the other side of the coin, this can also make a little bit on the naive side as well at times, when she wants too much to believe there is good in a person… even if there just isn’t. If she’s not careful, this could put her into quite the predicament. Everyone is beautiful, beauty is not only what you can see on the outside and quite often, it happens to be what is within that shines brighter than any star… this is something Snow White believes with all her heart and strives to instill in young women everywhere whenever she has the opportunity. She is quite the romantic as well, she dreams of finding that special someone and spending a joyous forever by his side. Snow is not at all the type for casual relationships, her body, her mind and her heart are all reserved for HIM… her one true love… whomever he may be. Special Power Animals tend to be naturally drawn to her. She can communicate with them, she understands them when they speak and they understand her. Expert level organizational skills. Can pull a delicious gourmet three-course meal practically out of nowhere in emergency and/or last minute situations. Crazy good makeup skills to coordinate with any skin tone. Plus exceptionally lovely techniques. Beautiful singing voice, often compared to an alluring wood nymph. Her voice when she sings is capable of calling to animals no more than half a mile in any direction of her where she is presently standing. Black belt in Aikido, a martial art with heavy focus on pure self-defense and doing as little harm as possible. JobOwner of Parisian style beauty salon and spa “Beautiful You” (maybe someone might have a better name it, lol)Often works with Make-a-Wish. HistorySnow has a complicated past, she’s the daughter of a wealthy businessman father Klaus Walden, from Germany and a model/self-esteem activist mother, Angelique Chevelle, from France. Klaus and Angelique met through their parents who had been long time friends from bordering school, they fell deeply and passionately in love, they were each other’s whole world. The pair felt a deep longing though for the joy of parenthood… though, poor Angelique was having great difficulty conceive… after three years of trying with routines, doctors and fertility treatments… the heartbroken pair were convinced their fondest most precious wish would not be granted. Angelique fell into a terrible depression. One Christmas Eve, Angelique was enjoying a glass of eggnog with her husband as they gazed out the frosty window of their Paris penthouse apartment… the unlatched window abruptly flew open, startling Angelique so much that she dropped her glass… she bent down to pick up the bigger shards just before she heard Klaus gasp in surprise. Hissing softly as she looked up, her lack of attention causing her to cut her index finger… however it was quickly forgotten as she saw a silvery gold streak zooming across the inky night sky… Hurrying to the window and gazing hopefully at the sky, Angelique looked down at the snowy ground below… two drops of crimson blood adorned the ground… she began to think… how lovely would a daughter be as fair as fresh snow, lips as red as blood and hair as black as the night sky above… Smiling, Angelique looked at her husband and then to the sky as she made her hopeful wish. Two months later, Angelique discovered much to her and Klaus’s great joy, that she was pregnant.9 months later when they welcomed a ravel haired baby girl… they named her Snow White… Speeding forward a bit… Snow lived a happy and blissful life… until her mother died of cancer when Snow was ten years old. Her father did his best to continue on and be there for his daughter, but as the years went by, he grew very lonely. Snow was sixteen when her father met a beautiful woman at work, Regina King and began dating the woman… everything seemed to be going very well… she made her father happy, and she was nice enough towards Snow… The following year, Klaus and Regina married… everything seemed perfect… Until it wasn’t… Snow’s father passed away from a mysterious unidentifiable illness a year later, leaving his darling Snow White alone with Regina… and that, was when her stepmother’s true self shone through…her attitude towards her beautiful young stepdaughter turned icy cold, she made every effort to exclude Snow from social functions, just all around treating her like an unwanted burden… she even reduced Snow’s spending allowance, which the girl was already very careful with, to practically nothing. In a way, it was Regina’s way of trying to tell Snow that this was what she viewed her as. Nothing. Snow decided she would just grin and bear it until she reached eighteen and could legally leave Regina’s guardianship… at least, that was the plan until the Walden family’s loyal butler brought startling evidence to Snow attention… First he confessed to suspecting the woman of wickedness and snooped around in her room… then produced a diary he found stashed beneath Regina’s mattress… it detailed the plot to marry and murder Klaus Walden and secure his wealth, then eventually murder his daughter too and make it look like an accident, securing her inheritance as well. There were also mentions of her concerns that her stepdaughter's breathtaking beauty was going to make remarrying difficult, especially if she wanted to scoop up some naive young buck... she couldn't have Snow White around to distract him. Horrified, Snow enlisted the butler to help her in stealing the key to her family’s safe deposit box… the more she read the diary, the more she knew that if she tried to go to the authorities and make this public… Regina would destroy her, she had the connections and power to do it.... Her only hope was to grab her inheritance early in secret and make a run for it. So with help from the butler and her late mother’s favorite housekeeper, Snow did exactly that and escaped to England, hopefully where her evil stepmother wouldn’t think to look for her or come after her.Fast-forward to present day, living in a lovely London townhouse, Snow owns a highly successful beauty salon. Personal likes/Dislikes Likes~ Cute animals, long walks in early Autumn with a special someone, girly feminine clothes, volunteering with kids and elderly at hospitals and etc., cooking, good quality makeup and making meals to donate to the homeless shelter. Dislikes~ Rude and inconsiderate people, selfishness, arrogance, people that think they are better than everyone else, getting dirty (like getting covered in literal dirt or mud and etc. to point of needing a bath), animal abusers, bullies, excessive foul language, individuals that cut down or degrade women, the smell of sauerkraut, being told that she’s contributing to a stereotype by being so feminine (she can be girly if she wants to! Haters can mind their own business) and creepy crawly things. Sexual Likes/ Dislikes Pretty much the same as Writer’s (claim: Sabina Weaker (LocksleyAge24SexMaleSexualityHeterosexualPrince/Princess/Fairy Tail Robin of House Lockstep from the tale of Robin Hood. Physical Description Robin stands at 5’9 and weighs approximately 150 lbs, most of that being toned muscle. Robin sports short to medium length natural golden blonde hair that is usually styled in very subtle waves down and mesmerizing hazel eyes, he has a charismatic flirtatious smile and a very nice backside. PersonalityRobin has a very outgoing and friendly charismatic personality, he can actually become very comically snarky when he feels the necessity to… well the target of the snark might actually feel rather more burned than amused, he’s not afraid to hit someone where it hurts if they deserve it. Robin has a very selfless and giving side to him as well, he would gladly give the shirt off his back for someone truly in need or even place himself in danger to protect an innocent. Robin heads several charities aimed towards helping to get the poor and/or homeless back on their feet. There is just something inside him that feels very passionately about caring the part of the world the rich so often pretend is invisible or has no place in their perfect world. It’s an ugliness of high society that Robin hopes to one day eliminate. Though Robin is definitely a big ladies man, he would never dishonor a lady, he would always be up front and honest about a casual relationship, never toy with emotions or lead a woman to believe a committed relationship was possible if it wasn’t. He also won’t play around with married or attached women, he doesn’t play that game. On that note, Robin is also very romantic and is prone to spontaneous romantic gestures, especially surprises. This is reserved for a woman that manages to ensnare this honorable scoundrel’s heart. Special Power Master archer, never misses a mark Disguise expert, from wigs to fake facial hair to prosthetics, he’s got it down. He’s got his reasons. Agile athletic Silver tongue smooth talker Excellent thinker under pressure Highly observant Perceptive AFJobMale model. Also, the heir of a very wealthy English family that can trace their lineage back to the 17th century. Father has a seat in the House of Lords. Secretly recovers precious artifacts from illegal collectors to return either to origin country or a reputable respected museum. His true identity is known to no one involved in his ‘jobs’. HistoryRobin is the heir of Viscount Richard and Viscountess Abigail Lockstep, their only cherished child, Abigail was never able to conceive again after Robin. The high-born young man never felt truly a part of the glittering sophisticated world of elite society that he was born into… he could never bring himself to think himself better or more valuable than the average man or woman… he could never bring himself to look past the gritty hard world being lived by the rest of the world beyond all of his safety and luxuries. When Robin was sixteen, the young man took charge of several charity projects under the Lockstep name, plus a few others out of his own pocket that he kept purely anonymous and never told his parents about. For example, he never told his family that he was giving up having his own private room at boarding school each year and instead bunking with a roommate in the dorms, allowing him to devote the two hundred thousand pounds each year towards a fund aimed at creating his dream project: a shelter that homes and/or rehabilitates the homeless and the poor, helping them every step of the way in reclaiming their lives. At the age of eighteen, Robin came clean with his family about his deception, just a week away from the grand opening of the Lion Heart rehabilitation facility… far too late for anyone to put a stop to the completion of his beloved project. Thankfully, while his parents were upset he lied to them, they were nonetheless pleased at the selfless act of their son, even more so when they learned he wanted the Lockstep involvement to be anonymous; he did not wish any special attention or praise lavished upon him. He simply wanted to do some good in an otherwise selfish world. It was around the time that Robin turned twenty that he put his increased allowance and his extensive martial arts training to some good use… he’d uncovered several illegal collectors among high society holding very precious cultural artifacts they had absolutely no right to own… Robin felt it was time these objects were returned to their countries of origin or a museum that would be devoted to protecting and preserving them in a fashion that showed respect for their cultural significance. So… the Lockstep heir played a bit of secret agent/phantom thief… and he was damn good at it… Over the last four years, Robin has successfully returned at least 15 priceless cultural artifacts to their countries and entrusted approximately 7 to museums he trusts without question. His identity has never been uncovered by any of the parties involved. To the illegal collectors he rescued the artifacts from, he is simply known as ‘The Phantom Thief’. In the public eye, Robin is the face of the Lockstep families numerous charities and organizes several grand charity functions. Personal likes/Dislikes Likes~ Archery, rare first edition books, extra cheese pepperoni pizza, leaving anonymous gifts for deserving families, bright conversation with an intelligent individual, fencing, women that allow him to behave like a gentleman for them, dogs, fast cars, long woodland hikes, clever sarcasm and the amusing confusion displayed by the illegal collectors he steals from. Dislikes~ pineapple or anchovies on pizza, greedy and/or arrogant elite douchebags with zero capability of empathy, bullies, having facial hair, abusers of women/children, showing disrespect towards a lady and getting sand in your shorts at the beach. Sexual Likes/ Dislikes Yes~ oral (giving and receiving), missionary position, being ridden, the sounds a woman makes in the grips of pleasure, hearing his name called out in ecstasy as he brings a lady to climax, a woman’s legs eagerly locking around his waist, shower/bathtub sex, lingerie, getting a woman so hot and bothered that she begs for his cock. No~ Butt stuff (giving or receiving), Anything that belongs in a toilet, humiliation, most extreme kinks, threesomes that involve two men and foul language in bed not posed in a playful and non-serious manner. WriterLamentingQuill (‘Cruel’ Cash DevilleAge25SexMaleSexualityHeterosexualPrince/Princess/Fairy Tail Cruella Neville of 101 DalmationsPhysical Description Cash stands at 5 feet and 11 inches, his physique is slender, but in a very fashionable elegant way that suits him very much. He has silky medium-short two-tone black and white hair, the black normally combed back, while the white half hangs fashionably to frame that side of his eyes… those eyes which happen to be a crystal clear sky blue. PersonalityIntelligent/Witty/Charismatic/Arrogant/Possessive/Selfish/Calculating/Smooth/Silver-tongued/Visionary/Exquisite taste/Vengeful/Graceful Special Power(designer, Cash’s designs are applauded for their beauty, elegance and class, there has rarely… if ever… been anything Cash designed that wasn’t received excellently well. Sharp wit, Cash has a way about him that when using clever sarcasm, those on the opposite end wind up red in the face with embarrassment and confusion as to how it happened at all. Sometimes folks may even be left scratching their heads trying to comprehend what was said to them, only to have it hit them later and curse Cash’s name. Ballroom dancing, Cash has been classically trained in dancing since he was old enough to walk. Quick thicker, whenever any problems big or small have arisen in life or at fashion shows, Cash has always found a genius solution very quickly… sometimes, possibly, at the expense of another if the need is great enough… or he just REALLY doesn’t like you and your unlucky ass happened to be available for use… Fencing expertJobHigh end fashion designer. Owns a well known London shop called ‘House of Neville’History Son of famed male model Carlisle Neville and socialite shipping/import heiress Bianca Wentworth, Cash Neville has never had anything he desired beyond his reach. He has attended the London College of Fashion at the age of eighteen, impressing the admissions with his newest design drawings and securing his entry when he invites the panel of admissions judges to sit in as he went through how to create his design, what fabrics and colors to use etc. Graduating from LCF at twenty-one, Cash got himself set up a fine and glamorous fashion house for the lovers out there of exquisite fashion, his parents connections with various models and designers helped him to spread the word around and before one could blink twice… Cash was an instant sensation and has remained such four years later to present day. Personal likes/Dislikes Likes: people with good fashion taste, the newest advancements in realistic looking faux fur, exquisite decadent chocolate desserts, the theater/opera, beautiful dogs and cats, strawberry scented bubble bath in his huge jacuzzi bathtub complete with a crystal flute of champagne, dazzling invigorating conversation with a beautiful lady and luxurious living. Dislikes: Unattractive clothing, anything simulating (or heaven forbid real) dog fur, cheap champagne, chalky tasting chocolate, people assuming his sexual orientation without consulting him in any way, cheap knock offs of high fashion and people that think a straight man cannot enjoy being beautiful unless they are homosexual (beauty can be enjoyed by everyone, it’s not owned by any single orientation or gender). Sexual Likes/ Dislikes Yes~ oral (giving and receiving), missionary position, being ridden, the sounds a woman makes in the grips of pleasure, hearing his name called out in ecstasy as he brings a lady to climax, lingerie, getting a woman so hot and bothered that she begs for his cock, dominating his sexual partners, pouring champagne on a woman’s breasts and licking away every drop. No~ Butt stuff (giving or receiving), Anything that belongs in a toilet, humiliation, most extreme kinks, threesomes that involve two men and foul language in bed not posed in a playful and non-serious manner. For example, he likes a woman calling herself his little slut while in bed, but he doesn’t actually think her a slut, it’s just for fun. WriterLamentingQuill (DunBrochAge:20Sex:Female | She/Her Sexuality:Demisexual, male inclined Prince/Princess/Fairy tale:Brave Physical Description:Growing up as the only girl of four children, Merida spent a great deal of her time both getting into and out of mischief. As such, her body is quite lithe and agile sporting a slim, petite frame almost akin to that of a dancer. Though small, she still maintains the telltale curves of womanhood and child bearing hips that make her Scottish ancestry proud. Locks of fire spill down onto her shoulders and, while it can occasionally be seen straightened, it is most often left in its natural state of wild disarray. Personality:Stubborn. Competitive. Compassionate. Friendly. Much like her heritage and appearance might suggest, Merida is an enigma; a wild spirit that desires freedom above all else. Conformity does not exist in her vocabulary and her insatiable curiosity leads her to question every societal norm. Once Merida has set her mind to a task or a goal, it is near impossible to sway her from it. Her moral compass is strong, and she will fight tooth and nail against any injustice she stumbles upon. Special Powers:Master Archer - As a wee lass, Merida defied expectations and took to archery alongside her younger brothers. Much to their dismay, the sport came much more naturally to her than to the lot of them. In her teens, her parents decided to quell her passion for archery as it was not normal for a girl to be doing such things let alone excelling at them. Forbidden from continuing her training, Merida took to riding her horse out into the wilderness where she would practice in secret, refining her skill to perfection. Master Equestrian - Forced to conceal her love for bow and arrow, Merida outwardly shifted her interest away to horseback riding. However, the feeling of freedom it granted her was addictive and Merida versed herself in the care of her horses as well as the various skills of a great rider. Though she has never competed in the modern day world, it is not far-fetched to believe that she would rank in the top three perhaps even winning. Hand-to-Hand Combat Specialist - Surely, deadly aim with a bow and arrow would be enough but, her brothers were taught that when distance is not your ally one must still have a way to defends oneself. Her brothers learned swordplay and while Merida can wield a blade in a pinch, her coordination isn't going to win her any awards. Unarmed hand-to-hand combat became a specialty of hers. At first, her brothers held back on account of her being a girl but, once she was beating them on a consistent basis, she finally got to fight them without restraint. It has certainly come in handy to thwart unwanted advances. Naturalist - Having spent as much of her life outdoors as was permitted of her, Merida is in tune with the world in ways that much might otherwise not believe possible. The relationship is symbiotic in that she does her best to care for her surroundings and nature finds ways to speak to her. Job:Outdoor Activities Specialist - works with a summer camp program that works with children encouraging them to trade screen time for sunshine (Archery. Horseback Riding. Self Defense.) History:Being the only girl was hard enough without also being the oldest child. Sprinkle being the inheritor of a fancy title, wrap it with a bow, and you've got Merida's childhood in a nutshell. Constantly singled out from her siblings activities, Merida became a rebel very young. If her parents did not approve of her interest in archery then she would practice in secret. Girls are not meant to be rough housing and wrestling with boys? Well, what's the problem if the girl is winning? No amount of disapproval ever dissuaded Merida from trying everything that seemed interesting. Children are naturally curious creatures! How was it to be her fault that her interests were more aligned with the things theboyswere allowed to do?! Though her family made dwindling efforts to marry Merida off before she became of age, the copper headed miscreant would always find a loophole in their efforts. So now, unmarried and free of the burden of expectation, Merida is living her best life and enjoying every second of it. Personal Likes:Sunshine, Fresh Air, Laughter, Being Goofy for no reason. Personal Dislikes:People who are too uptight, excessive rules, being told what to do, being stuck inside, Haggis. Sexual Likes:Making out as foreplay, outdoor sex, being on top, dirty talk, oral (Receiving)Sexual Dislikes:Missionary, anal, excessive forcefulness, being restrained. Writer:Capella (It'sjustUrsula. Like Madonna or Prince. Age:Claims to be 35Sex:Female | She/Her Sexuality:Fluid Prince/Princess/Fairy Tale:The Little Mermaid Physical Description:Defying modern beauty standards, Ursula is a proud full-bodied woman with sand colored skin and hair thick as the blackest tar. Though some may not see the attraction of the voluptuous curves she often flaunts, Ursula carries herself with a confidence and swagger akin to that of the Queen of all the Seven Seas herself. However, do not let your eyes deceive you; beneath her soft and supple exterior is a strength beyond compare. Personality:Bordering on narcissism, Ursula certainly does not lack for confidence. Dangerously charismatic and magnetic, she commands the attention of any room she walks into. Ursula is a firm believer in give and take; you give and she takes. Compared to somewhat of a loan shark, Ursula is the sort of person you seek out in your time of need; that moment when you've exhausted all options at your disposal and no longer care of what it will cost you to achieve your goal. You see, Ursula is in the business of providing a helping hand. Whatever it is that you need, Momma Ursula will get it for you... for a price. All you have to do is pay what you owe. If you don't? Well, then you get to meet the other side to her. Whilst outwardly she may seem to genuinely care about your plight (& put on a damn good show about it), all Ursula cares about in the end is your follow through. If your word is shit then that is exactly how she will treat you. Not only does she have the means to make you suffer but, there is a cruel sense of pleasure that she gets out of it as well. Despite all the negative that surrounds Ursula's reputation, there is undeniably a compassion that she is capable of though it is primarily shared with her two bodyguards Bette and Flows. Special Power:Well-Connected - Ursula has been around long enough to have developed various connections that make obtaining the services and objects requested of her with general ease. There has not been a request made of her to date that she has not able to fulfill on her end. Exceptionally Strong - Though Ursula is plump in all the right places, she is also physically strong. She is by no means muscular but, one would be foolish to try to bring her harm. Expert Strategist - If life was a game of chess, Ursula is the Queen on the board. She is constantly thinking ten steps ahead of the game and will make sacrifices as she sees fit to ensure her personal victory. Sea Witch - Ursula is in tune with the mystical powers of the universe and is a formidable sorceress in her own right. She reserves these abilities for very particular opportunities and favors, as they arise. Hypnotic Suggestion - There is an aura that surrounds Ursula that makes her words thick and sweet as honey. Her offers though predatory will seem that much sweeter and easier to swallow. Some can be resilient to her ways but, she always gets her way. Job:Owner of the Gentlemen's ClubRiptideHistory:Ursula is the incarnate of a woman scorned. Once a beautiful and worshiped leader, Ursula has fallen to the lowest point of her life. Rumors destroyed the reputation she had built for herself and has been forced out of the house she called home. During her departure, two orphan boys appealed to her and Ursula took them in as her own. They give Ursula their blind trust and loyalty as she has always taken care of them since that fateful moment. Now, Ursula finds herself as the business owner and entrepreneur of a Gentlemen's club on the seedy part of town. Her establishment is an homage to the home she left behind and the tumultuous relationship she has with her past. Aptly called The Riptide deep blue and purple hues make her customers feel as though they have walked into the deepest part of the ocean into a secret den to fulfill their dirtiest desires. All the boys and girls that work for Ursula have a little charm necklace of a spiraled shell that they wear. It is enchanted in such a way that when then enter into a contract with Ursula, whether through employment or favor, the shell is seemingly absorbed into the skin and rendered invisible to all except Ursula and her new pawn. Once they fulfill their end of the bargain, the shell becomes visible once more and can be removed by its wearer. This enchanted necklace cannot be removed by any other means of magic once it has been absorbed. The only method of removal is by completion of contract. Personal Likes:Being in control, being praised, flattery Personal Dislikes:Dishonesty, when people try to betrayal her Sexual Likes:Adventurous sex, multiple partners, most things Sexual Dislikes:Scat/urine, orgasm denial, vanilla sex Additional:Bette and Flows are NPCs at Ursula's beck and call. Jette(Face Claim: Seth RogenFlots(Face Claim: Jonah Hill Writer:Capella Name:Alexander David Dennison / Aladdin Age: 26 Sex:Male Sexuality:Heterosexual Prince/Princess/Fairy Tale: Aladdin Visual Description: (Written Description: Light-skinned male with athletic build, consistent with regular physical exercise. Eyes closed by the sun yet sharp as a hawk. His 6’0”, 200# His golden brown eyes. Two gold earrings in both ears. Personality: He is always aware of his surroundings, his father has put a bounty on his head so he is constantly on the alert. He has moments of paranoia. He is rather charming, cunning, acutely focused on the tasks before him. Furthermore, he is astute in his assessment of others. Super Powers:Expert Tactician– Aladdin has demonstrated amazing cleverness, as he has feats of being able to outsmart enemies multiple times. He is proven to be capable of evading capture from the guards despite being greatly outnumbered and overpowered. Excellent Speed– Aladdin is very fast, having spent years outrunning the officers of Carlin during his theft of food. Excellent Agility– Aladdin is very agile, showing similar acrobatics and grace to his monkey Abu. Excellent Reflexes– Aladdin possesses good reflexes, able to dodge the repeated strikes. Skilled Swordsman– Aladdin has demonstrated some swordsmanship abilities, despite it not being known whether he had any training. Aladdin demonstrates using a weapon when he fought and where he was tested by his father. Skilled Hand-To-Hand Combatant– While normally prevailing through wit or teaming with his allies, Aladdin is a capable fighter. Against SA'UK, the most skilled fighter of the Forty Thieves and physically much stronger than him, Aladdin proved able to fend off the foe's assault rather effectively while landed his own number of blows and even narrowly defeated him. Animal Communication– Aladdin is an animal whisperer, as he was able to understand Abu, his pet monkey when to a normal person, he simply speaks gibberish. Expert Thief– Aladdin became a skilled thief, gaining a lot of experience since the age of 7. Excellent Strength– Though not his most noteworthy trait, Aladdin does have a certain degree of strength as he was strong enough. With a two-fisted hit, he was also able to knock out SA'UK, who was at least twice his size. Master of Disguise – Aladdin has learned from his father to disguise himself and has moments of being able to hide in plain sight at times. He knows how to blend in become invisible so it has allowed him to stay off of father’s radar. Job:Courier/ attaché / thief Currently corporate espionage Character Story:Aladdin as he would come to be called was the underground prince in the Thieves guild based out of the New Orleans branch. This Guild Called ‘The Forty’, were known for their skill and entrepreneurial ways. As such they caught the eye of the Assassin Guild of the same area, it was during this time that an alliance was made to have the leaders children marry. It was when Cassie (His Father) went to find his son that he found the boy gone. It was then that he felt the affront, he knew his boy had run from his responsibilities, that was simply not allowed. He then put a bounty on the boy’s head for him to be brought back alive to fulfill his duties. Aladdin knows full well if he doesn’t return his father is likely to change the bounty from alive to kill on sight. But for now he is free to make his own money, but he still has to be careful cause his very life depends upon his freedom. Weapons:Sword-staff, Twin desert eagles .45, Several decks of bladed Throwing cards. Main Vehicle:Dark Blue Camaro Pets:Abu – trained spider monkey Extra:He has access to some funds, but he does live within his means, most of what he has or has access too he steals. He is magic when it comes to pick pocketing, it helps to hide him, and he continues to try to amass more to make himself that much more invisible. ! Polyglot: French-Creole/Regular, Portuguese, Latin, Spanish. Personal likes/Dislikes Likes~Self-defense, Weapons, taking things, Making money, Seduction, Music – piano, guitar, and a good party. Dislikes~bullies, Molesters/Rapists, Law enforcement, Liars, Pimps, politicians, Father – personal reasons. Sexual Likes/ Dislikes Yes:Women, oral (giving and receiving), various positions, shower/bathtub, Pool sex, some BDSM (ropes yes), Threesomes (MFF(He is the male.)), Sexy Outfits – fave Harem girl. No:Anal (receiving), Toilet Stuff, most extreme kinks, threesomes (MMF), and foul smells. Writer:GannameadeTheme song: (Aidan Eu's Thorne "Hades"Age: Claims 38Sex: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual Prince/Princess/Fairy Tail: From the Tale of "Hercules"Physical Description: Standing at 6'1 the clearly athletic man takes great care of himself and pride in that appearance. His features are hawkish and lean while clearly defined as if chiseled from that of a statue of a Greek god. Personality: There are those that would describe his personality as Stoic, somber and serious as well as him being a devil for the details with a soul piercing 1000 yard stare. Granted, that description isn't inaccurate but behind those stone-cold eyes twists a burning drive and desire that has guided nearly every aspect of what he has achieved and continues to propel him forward. Special Power:Weird Science-Soul of Innovation - Mark any era in history and one can find that technology and the application of is usually what changed the game or put various powers into their seats. In that he was born with such a connection and natural understanding. From various forms of engineering, chemistry, robotics or even genetic science Aidan is able to rapidly learn and already possesses a deep well of understanding from the theoretical to the practical application of them and with his gift can even further push that boundary. Technomancer- Soul of the Machine - Paired alongside he has an in-depth understanding of any machine, mechanical or electrical, computer or similar such devices that he can physically touch and in turn once attuned to the item itself he is able to manipulate, modify the device itself to perform functions and tasks it wasn't previously capable of.Multilingual- Not a special power, he is just fluent in a variety of different languages. Charon and CerberusAidon might be a survivalist and capable of defending himself, but he in such he has two stalwart companions, or as he would say in those very brief moments of dry levity, friends that he had made along the way. Cerberus is a cybernetic robot three-headed dog, designed and created solely by Aidan. Charon* is his head of personal security and variously augmented through the culmination of Hades gifts from technological cybernetics to genetic manipulation. Job: President / CEO of Tartarus Inc. (A chain of Hotels / Resorts / Casinos)The List of Businesses Tartarus (In London) - A large successful hotel that is not only Aidan's first business, but also where his workshop and home is at the top penthouse floor. Located in London, and has a very large gothic fortress sort of exterior in spite of being a modern skyscraper. Asphodel Meadows - A more affordable hotel / resort but still on the higher end of the scale but allowing more access to a wider clientelElyisum (In Saint Moritz) - The cream of the crop, a large high scale resort casino with various lodgings available including a 5-star Hotel. History:Aidan's family while small is fairly tight nit with members all over the world well-to-do aristocrats, tycoons and variously other high profile individuals. At an early age, what seems like lifetimes ago when he was just a young boy he lived with all of them. The naivety of youth and the lap of luxury that he sat he hadn't realized anything was amiss or that he was being treated any differently by any of the members of his family. Come his 13th Birthday however, everything changed, and he was suddenly and unceremoniously outcast, banished and as he had come to learn stricken from the family ledger. Left with nothing and no one, his family had even taken his very name from him. Survival became his only goal. Through the fires of adversary, and the dark belly of the world he was cast down into he pulled himself back up. It was not a fast process, nor was it easy or clean. He did a lot of things in those early days that might have been questionable and while he isn't prone to talk about those dark days when he learned a hard lesson about trust and the ways of the world, he keeps those memories close at hand in his heart as an ever present reminder at the perils of blind trust and unearned love. As he grew from those dark roots, so did his ambition and in time as he found himself he was able to let blossom the seeds he had planted. From the humble homeless origins he now has a plethora of luxury hotels, resorts/casinos to his name and where he goes from there is anyone's guess... Personal likes/Dislikes:Likes -Quiet moments, Dogs, Knowledge /Dislikes -Ignorance, His family and generally most people. Sexual Likes/ Dislikes:Likes -Domination, non-con, dubious consent, restraints, collaring, he also enjoys romantic encounters, vanilla type play but passionate. This list could actually be much larger of likes so, maybe honestly if it starts to go in a direction could talk IOC /Dislikes -Scat, More, Gore, other men. Writer: Sketch 》 N P CD(| She/Her Sexuality:Fluid Prince/Princess/Fairy Tale:Hunchback of Note Dame Physical Description:Deliciously curvy and slender, EZ has a wonderful physique wrapped in a beautiful caramel skin tone. Her oak colored eyes are often accented by smokey eye makeups for emphasis. Personality:The embodiment of a free spirit and gypsy, EZ is carefree. She does what she wants when she wants and almost never thinks on the consequences of her actions. Job:Former Celebrity Writer:Capella / Levi Name:Benjamin Henri Reece / BagheeraAge: 38 Sex:Male Sexuality:Heterosexual Prince/Princess/Fairy Tale: Jungle Book Visual Description: (Written Description: Standing at 6’3” weighing 240 Benjamin is a dark-skinned male with athletic muscular frame maintained with regular physical exercise, One small gold hoop earring in each ear. Personality: Dark Chocolate Muscular male seemed to have a good sense of fashion and self. Not focused on appearance but not against dressing for success. His chocolate brown eyes support a dark and penetrating gaze which seems focused and intense at times, but his charming smile is meant to put even the sternest people at ease. It can be rather annoying as he seems to try to find the bright side of everything. He can on occasion be caught brooding when he is alone as he is still seeking a sense of purpose, but in the meantime he is more than open to selling his skills to the highest bidder. Super Powers:Master Tactician– Buffer has demonstrated amazing cleverness, as he has feats of being able to outsmart enemies multiple times. He is proven to be capable of evading capture from soldiers, guards, and police despite being greatly outnumbered and overpowered. Remarkable Speed– Buffer is able to run and move at speeds on par with those of any Olympic athlete, and is capable of reaching high speeds under extreme circumstances. He has the ability to attack faster than the eye can follow. His combat speed seems more enhanced than anything else, as he has frequently kept up with other enemies in combat, and blitzed people before they pull their trigger fingers. Remarkable Agility– Buffer’s agility, balance, flexibility, dexterity, and bodily coordination are enhanced to levels that are beyond the natural physical limits. He has the combined agility and acrobatic prowess of the most accomplished circus aerialists and acrobats. Remarkable Reflexes– Buffer’s reaction time is superior to that of any Special Forces trained soldier. His reflexes are so efficient that he can dodge and deflect. Skilled in weapons– Proficient in both ancient weapons and small arms combat Master Hand-To-Hand Combatant– is rigorously trained in acrobatics and hand-to-hand combat. He is skilled in various forms of unarmed combat, with a unique hybrid fighting style that incorporates acrobatics and aspects of animal styles of lungful within Animal Communication– He seems to have a natural affinity for interacting with large cats, skillful Remarkable Strength– His physical strength is between 800 lbs and 2 tons; although the full limits aren't known. Remarkable Stamina– Buffer’s body eliminates the excessive build-up of fatigue-producing poisons in his muscles and his musculature generates considerably less fatigue toxins than the muscles of an ordinary human being, granting him near-superhuman levels of stamina, exceptional endurance, and lung capacity; in all physical activities. His lung capacity is at peak human level enabling him to hold breath for 6 minutes underwater, making his lungs as healthy as human lungs can get. Decreased aging. He can physically exert himself at peak capacity for several hours before fatigue toxins begin to impair him. Blending– The ability to become one with the shadows. His skills at being still watching and waiting to pounce can leave undetectable...completely concealing himself in the shadows; dark corners and alleyways, as it may. He is incapable of disappearing if someone should have their sights set on him but, be warned; he can literally be gone in the blink of an eye... Job:Mercenary, Bodyguard, Instructor Character Story:The man who would be known as Buffer or the Black Panther was raised in an area of the jungle that housed different factions from those of the Kingdoms of the Monkey to the Lair of the Serpent and even those from the Howling Peak of Wolves Mountain. It was in this very jungle where the leader Mowgli was born and, as he grew into his power, each of the factions were to send a representative to compete for the honorable role of his protector. This champion would receive a copious reward of exotic herbs capable of bestowing great strength and power to the new protector of Mowgli the ‘Mani cub’. By prevailing in the trial by combat, Buffer became the undefeated protector of the ‘Mani cub’. Shortly after this time, a warlord came to power and threatened the peaceful existence within the jungle. She rice, the warrior leader that demanded to simply be called 'The Khan', was razing the countryside to the ground; destroying everything in her path on her journey to overthrow Mowgli. The Mani cub was honor bound to protect the jungle this Khan was threatening and each faction it was home to. Terms were established between the two warriors to meet and battle despite the warnings of his council. You see, Mowgli was a good and honorable warrior whereas his opponent fought to win, no matter the cost. Surrounded in a raging ring of fire started by Khans hand, the two fought a tumultuous battle and neither escaped the circle with their lives. The Khan, though a vicious warrior in her right, was no match for the Mani cub and Mowgli on the other hand, the poisoned tips of Khans blades had been far too deadly to treat in time. As the fire dissipated and the smoke cleared, Baggy rushed to the side of the man he was tasked to protect and, in a dying breath, he was released from his servitude. Free to forge his own destiny with his memories and his dagger that he had lived with since becoming the guardian of the Mani cub, Buffer pushes forward to build his own life in this new world. Weapons:Combat suit – claw embedded within suit which can be used for both slashing and climbing, sharp enough to cut glass, Suit allow for him to not be seen on any electronic devices. Dagger(Main Vehicle:Black Expedition Pets:None Extra:He is a skilled hunter, tracker, strategist, psychology, inventor, cook. He is proficient in advanced technology. Languages Fluent: French, Spanish, Chinese. Personal likes/Dislikes Likes~Self-defense, Weapons, Making money, Seduction, Justice, Music – piano, guitar, and a job well done. Dislikes~bullies, Molesters/Rapists, Liars, Pimps, politicians, televangelists Sexual Likes/ Dislikes Yes:Women, oral (giving and receiving), various positions, shower/bathtub, Pool sex, some BDSM (ropes yes), Threesomes (MFF(He is the male.)), Sexy Outfits – all of them No:Anal (receiving), Toilet Stuff, most extreme kinks, threesomes (MMF), and foul smells. Writer:GannameadeTheme song:

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Dragons Soul

IOC: Looking for one male to play the Dragon/shape-shifter. Must be very descriptive and write more than a paragraph at least. Please PM me first. Golden mounds of treasure sparkled along the depths of the cave. Treasures gathered over the milliner of time by the great red dragon. His hard was by far one of the largest, yet he was unhappy. Stretching out his great wings the male opened his golden eyes as the first rays of the sun peaked over the mountain tops. Only the sun seems to warm my scales. He thought to himself and glided off the edge of the cliff. He wind caressing him and taking off any dust that may have settled on his scales. Instantly he dove into the nearby lake. A loud splash as he cleaned his scales against the coral that grew on the bottom. Letting the small sea creatures clean what he couldn't. He was magnificent and knew it when he came out of the water. The scales shining like bright rubies before he lay on the soft grass to let the sun dry and warm him. I have everything. Yet I am UN-happyThough he COU Dan't say what it was. This longing for something else had started about fifty years ago. His kind lived almost forever. Immortals and were respected among humankind alike. They were the gods and rulers when it came to important remains. While the humans ruled the land the dragons were the law. They were the knights that stepped in to give council and help with wrong doings. It was fair justice. In that they could transform to a human shape. Their dragon soul always there when needed. He count' fathom anything. He was the most feared and respected and the others knew he was troubled. It was as if the lord of them all. The god that made them was poking at his hide to tell him to search for something. Each day the urge grew stronger, and he knew he couldn't fight it forever. Most his kin were happy. Having found their soulmate. The other half to his human and dragon soul. Yet no new dragons have appeared in over six-hundred years.----------------"Serena!!!! Wait up!!! God your father will kill me." The laughter that followed the young boys voice only filled the young girl with more of a purpose." Come on Dave. I heard he lived near here. I've always wanted to see a dragon!" The girl chimed and giggled as her blue dress snagged on some twigs. There were rulers that the great Red dragon lived near her village and after hearing the rummer she zipped off after. The boy following her shook his head. He was her older brother but no one could tame the girl. Not even their father." If he eats you it's not my fault!" He cried back. They moved on until she head a great rumble and slowed down against the brush of the trees. Serena smiled as her eyes sparkled when she started to move towards the sound...... Sniffing the great Red blinked his eyes. He could smell humans approaching. Mentally he smiled and could tell they were young. Probably hatchlings. At least one of them. But it was that strange scent that caught his attention and when he heard the sound of feet crushing the twigs and heard a hush sound it made all the more amusement. So, he pretended to sleep and waited.----"Look! There he is. Just like grandpa said!" The girl replied and slide threw the shrubs before her brother could grab her. "He's . Wonderfull!!!" Her eyes stretched out wide when he stirred and opened his golden eyes to stare back at her emerald eyes. No. One silver the other green... The dragon thought it odd with the way she looked. She had dark brown hair and was skinny for her age." Well. Thank you young one..." He spoke to her and saw in great pleasure her brother run off and the girl staying." Are you not frightened little one?"" No Mr. Dragon... I'm not..." The Dragon rumbled a throaty laugh. My. What an interesting human. A human female no doubt." You should be..."" Why would I be? My grandpa told me stories. You're the ruthless one. But your also good and lawful and help out. Tha makes you a good dragon!" It started to make him feel aggravated that a mere human child was getting to him. She was right, but most humans didn't come forth alone to see him alone. The girl had to be no more than six or seven." I don't have time for talking to a hatchling. Go home before I decide to eat you!" He growled and saw a slight fear roll down her spine."Fine. Whatever you say. But I won't be a kid forever. I'll be grown up soon. Youu'll see!" She squeaked and turned on a heel and started to leave. Feeling somewhat gratified he sighed and looked to see a scale was starting to fall off. It itched as hide hind leg reached up and scratched it off." Hatchling. Here. Take this... So others know you met a Dragon..." The look on her face was estates as she rushed up and took the scale. It was smooth and shiny in her small cream-colored hands. Looking up his eyes met hers and the Dragon felt a connection rising." Thank you! I won't ever let this out of my sight!" She smiled and then touched his snout. Sending a strange vibe down his body. Angel he stood and shook his wings free." Go now. I have no more time for tending to a hatchling." He then flew off, leaving the girl to be grabbed by her brother and yanked away. However, Argon knew he wouldst' forget the young human child. Something about her... again he shook his head and flew off to find some food and meet with the council of elders to deal with this week's issues...TIME LAPS - 17 years. The land was about to be in an uproar. The three kingdoms were having a fight over a south on who should be heir. For there was an accident and the royal house was burned down. None survived, including the small infant that was to be the heir. There was outrage and fights all over. The land was looking to a disband and start to pick and fight among themselves. Harvest was also bad, and it was said the families accident was no accident after all. That it was by magic and also the root cause to the lands crops dying off. Many of the humans needed the food, but also had to share to the lords that looked over the land. Argon was called forth to tend to the closest kingdom of Kiosk. The place he dwelled anyway. It was more to keep bandits away and the land in check. Rations and fights were the least of their problems." Father!! Father! I heard The Great Red Dragon Argon was to arrive today!" Serena said happily as she brushed the crumbs from the bred off the plate to be fed to the chickens. Nothing was wasted." Yes. So I have heard. And I am assuming you will want to be there to get him." Her father stated and rubbed his tired eyes. His hair was grain, and he looked over at his only daughter. His son had already left to set out on his own a year before and Serena insisted she stayed home to care for him. Even though he wanted to wed her off so that he could maybe have grandchildren. They never talked about it. Not sense the last outburst three years before. Besides, none of theme she saw even caught her interest." Yes. Of course. I wonder if he will remember me?" Serena said absentminded as she pulled up under the hem of her top the necklace with the red scale hanging around her neck. She had kept it after all those years and even though she was offered money for it, she loved it. It felt apart from her somehow." Dragons are said to have good memories. But don't press your hope girl... He's a Lord and not human after all."" Father. I am not a kid... I need to go. Furthermore, I need a good spot near the front where he lands..." And I wonder what he looks like in human form? She thought and bounded off in a hurry. The sun was just coming to a high noon, and already she could feel her heart racing. No one seemed to mind and she made it before the gatherers came to close. Maybe if she was lucky he would choose her family to house and have dinner with! *Bumps* *Bump* Come one. Someone has to be interested in this... *Bump* Seriously? No one is interested? Argon stepped through the magical portal he had made, appearing inside the throne room with the council of lords that had contracted him. He had gained quite some power in these last seventeen years, becoming the patriarch of your entire race gives some fabulous bonuses; yet, despite it all, he could never stop thinking about that small human hatchling...what was her name anyway? His attention was finally caught by a boy...well, maybe not a boy, but definitely a hatchling far too young to be on this council, slammed his fist into the desk. "Argon! We have enough troubles without you staring off into space!" The boy knew he had made a mistake the second those words left his lips, Argon's strong hand clasped around his throat and lifting him off his feet, pushed against the back wall. His well muscled arm rippled with power, his red-toned skin bristling with power. He towered over normal men, even in his human form, at 6'3". Finally, he dropped the hatchling and spit on him, signifying loss of respect and that if the boy spoke to Argon again, that he would be dead. Argon turned to the council and bowed, his flowing robes proof of his rank, even among the dragons. "So you are all certain there is no need for me to stop the in-fighting and select a new heir for now? I am simply to deal with bandits?" he asked, hoping they would give him a worthy task to take his mind off his displeasure. He was disappointed once more, however, and they sent him off with just those orders alone. As he stepped out of the castle, he was unsurprised to see a large crowd gathered and cheering his arrival, but he found it near impossible to get through them peacefully. Finally, he just shoved his way through, once people got the message they jumped out of the way to let him pass... It was him! Serena knew it when the crowd parted. Though, she was hoping he would have flown in his dragon form to surprise them all. To shower them with the glorious red scales that she remembered all those years ago. It truly bugged her what he fathers said. To a dragon seventeen years was nothing but a blinking of an eye. She was now twenty-four and had filled in perfectly. Though, not pretty by most the human males standards she didn't care. Her life she spent hoping to see another great lord and more specially the one she met as a child. Oh, how her father banned her from ever going there again. She tried several more times and never saw him again."MOVE!" Yelled someone as she stood near the steps leading to the stage he would greet the assembly on. Already the King of that land was awaiting when the great lord walked through. Serena open her eyes in surprise. He had the same golden eyes she remembered. The ones that pierced the soul. Still she didn't move and someone took it as a disrespect and slammed her across the face. Serena fell forward towards Argon as pain laced her face. Her necklace flying out and shined in the air as well as the glance of her one silver and one green eye. As if the glimpse of the green and silver eye was not enough, the clattering scale that fell in front of this female was obviously his own! In the blink of an eye he crossed the several yards separating him and the guard, he knew he should just punch the fool right then and there, but his was the patriarch of the red dragon flight, and he could not afford to do too much damage to 'Nobel' humans in one day." Stop this foolishness! Where were you back at the gate? If you wanted to be of use, do it when it is needed!" Argon said in an icy tone. The guard quickly fell away with the rest of the crowd, but Argon made no move to help the female stand, or even shown a sign that he had noticed her. He continued up to the King and forced a smile, shaking the man's hand and staring solemnly out among the crowd as the king made his final comments. Argon stayed on the stage, watching first the king and his guards leave, then the majority of the crowd. After an hour all that was left was Argon, and the few absolute dragon fanatics. He then turned and made his way off the back of the stage, walking down the main street and towards the gates that led to the unnoticed lands he would guard. He wondered belatedly if the hatchling had stayed that whole time, and if those hurried footsteps were her, or someone else... Serena was surprised. He looked at her, but there was nothing that of him even remembering her? How could her though? She was but a child when she talked OT him, and it was years ago. Her father was right, but where she was hit was leaving a black eye around her lower cheek. To be precise it was the left, and she was going to feel her eye swollen shut. Whatever he spoke with to the rulers she didn't hear. The man that struck her mouthed something to her a it didn't take a fool to understand his meaning. He thinks IMA freak. A mere women. And from the looks of it he's planing on something. Despite the pain she slipped from the crowd when they dispersed. Her feet tapping on the cobbled stone till it met dirt when she saw the great Dragon walking away. He was heading off the palace gates and towards the homes that he would be guarding. One of them her families that supplied a great bounty of wheat and other crops for the fall harvest. Slipping behind walls she watched as the man reached from his pocket and drew a dagger. At first, she laughed quietly, as if any mere humans weapon could kill one of them. Then it started to glow green and she recognized the hilt. It was a Bazaar. One of the few weapons welded by the ancient demons in the war of good in evil. There was said to be none left but something wasn't right. The way he moved was silent, and the great dragon couldn't or didn't seem to send him. Even if he doesn't remember me. I can't ... Serena ran forward and pulled her own small hand dagger out from between her breasts. The dagger was harmless to humans, but the poison would kill a dragon."NOON!" She screamed out and leapt as the man about reached his target. Instead of hitting him he turned to the female with e dark bruising around her eye showing."YOU! Bitch!" He snarled and struck out at her with the weapon. I cut into her shoulder and she hissed in pain. Hopefully it was enough to distract him in order for the great dragon to take him down. Even without smell, sound, or sight, there were still many ways of detecting a person, dragon or not. Argon had simply been waiting to take this confrontation public, but when he whirled around and saw the man wielded a Bazaar he knew he would have been lucky to of left that match wounded. The space was too small for his dragon form, and he didn't have the time to shift into his full scales, so instead he shifted his hands into claws sharper than any human blade and lunged, spreading miniature wings to slow his leap and keep himself steady as he landed and ripped the guard's throat. The Bazaar glowed brilliantly and then vanished, as it's source of power was gone when the man's life ended. He looked up and saw none other than the very female he had been hoping for. He glanced at his bloody claws and brought his right one up and began licking it with a serpent-like tongue, cleaning it thoroughly." Thank you for that, hatchling," Argon said finally as he began cleaning the left clawed hand, "I was hoping you hadn't lost your spark, good thing too. I doubt I would have died, but my duties to your people would be set back a good amount of time." He stepped closer to her, not fearing her dagger. Instead, he brought up a newly declawed hand and stroked the left side of her face. The natural healing power of his flight descended into her blackened skin and healed it instantly as he did so." Now that you have grown, hatchling, why don't you tell me your name?" Just like that it was over. Yet the pain in her shoulder didn't leave even after he healed it. Thinking it was nothing but the shock she watched more in awe that he had moved closer to her. Not caring that the man was dead and as she glanced the body disintegrated as if he was never there." Watt was." Serena tried to say but shivered when his cool words washed over her bod. It drew her to him as the feeling had when she was a child." I am no Hatchling..." She growled, her eyes sparkling as his healing power healed the bruise as well. "My name is Serena. And you didn't seem to even recognize me when I .we..." Her words faltered as her eyes winced." My. Shoulder. What. Did you do. It. Feels as if. Its. On fire..." Argon's hands took Serena's and held them still as he looked down at the poor human. He would not wish her fate on anyone, but there was nothing even he, the patriarch could do." Serena...please forgive me for being unable to stop the Bazaar from harming you. You see, a Bazaar's power is not that it is sharper than any other blade, it is the evil magic that goes with it. Its original creators knew that one of the few things capable of cutting a dragon's scales are a dragon's claws! Thus, the Bazaar is meant to drive you mad, mad enough to attack and claw at your own body. There is nothing I can do to stop its effect even with the wound gone, all I can promise you is that if you survive twenty-four hours while under its effects you will never be harmed by the Bazaar's energies again, and you will be immune to it," he explained despondently, "But...don't worry, I am here, and I am not human, I will be able to stop you, you will live through this as long as you trust me...will you?" The moment his hands touched hers the pain seemed to lesson to the point there was hardly any. She found it strange. And stranger still that she wasn't afraid or wanting to please him like so many humans for their safety." I trust you Argon. I knew when I Wei SA child you wouldn't harm me. But. "She stopped and lowered her gaze from him." Why did you pretend not to recognize me earlier?" Her eyes looked to the scale that she had clung to all these years. She could feel a warmth from him and as if something clicked with him. Argon let out a chuckle, "Don't be foolish, of course I recognized you, I just couldn't let anyone else know that...otherwise this guy might have captured you and used you as a hostage rather than stalking me. I won't let a human be put at risk because of my actions." He then wrapped his arms around her and spread his wings once more. "Speaking of which, we must keep you safe and alone for twenty-four hours. Hang on tight," he said, then leaping into the air and soaring in the sky, rapidly gaining altitude. He shot across the sky like a bullet, even in human form. Soon he reached the caverns he kept nearby the kingdom of Kiosk for such emergencies that he needed to hide and landed in its mouth, far above where non-flyers could reach. He let go, but immediately slapped handcuffs around her wrists and then around her ankles. "Trust me," was all he said as he then placed her on a couch and took a chair near her, watching her intently. As soon as her feet were off the ground she shrieked and wrapped her arms around him tightly. His body felt good pressed against her as he flew them off and hi over to his caves. Serena wasn't even sure exactly where it was from being so high! It was amazing, but as soon as they landed and she felt the the shackles she looked at him with anger." What the hell are you doing? I saved you, and you say trust me and handcuff me up?" Her eyes blazed at him as she struggled against the cuffs. It only chaffed her wrists and ankles and started to draw blood at how hard it was getting." It just hurts. That's all... "Yet each time their eyes met it was like and electric shock that struck her from inside her. Argon got up when she began struggling, fearing it was the effects of the Bazaar when she started chaffing herself on the metal. Using his magical power, he rounded the metal to prevent further injury, then healed her again. He lifted her head and sat down on the couch, letting her head lay on his lap." Damnit, Serena, I said trust me. The Bazaar causes you to injure yourself, so the easiest way to deal with it is to restrict your movement...you humans are so self-centered," Argon said, chastising the young female, even as he stroked a stray hair from her face and watched her with compassion shining in his eyes. "He. The Almighty Great Red actually showing compassion for a human." She shot back with a bit of irony in her voice. Laying against him, she still shivered and closed her eyes. Not understanding why she was feeling like this. She knew of the weapon that stuck her. It was a scratch, and yet she was feeling as if she was being beaten to death. Not that she was showing it on her face." The. Bazaar. Shouldn't. Be . Doing this. To me... I know. About them..." Serena admitted as his hand stroked her hair. She opened her eyes and found them staring into his golden pair. She half wondered what he was thinking and then closed her eyes again. The scale that was given to hers lay once again out in the open and dangled off her chest." I made sure to lair. All I can.... Sense I..." She didn't say anymore and then passed out as the pain started to take its toll. Yet, she dreamed and it was one she had always before. She was flying in the open sky, the wind gracefully harassing her scales as she flapped her wings and roared out in challenge to whomever was chasing her.... Out of her dream she withered and groaned, and her body temp started to change slightly. Argon grumbled, "You said it yourself all those years ago, I might be the most powerful and ruthless, but I am the most lawful and dutiful of the dragons as well." Then he saw her drift off to sleep and start to writhe as if, in Argon's mind, in pain. Cursing the weak metal chains he ripped them off of her and instead used magical bindings to keep her still while he dove into her dream, his physical body vanishing as it converted to pure energy. He swept into her dream, finding himself in full dragon form again, flying in the sky...right behind a magnificent silver and emerald stripped dragon! This reminded him of when he discovered his own dragoons powers...it couldn't be...could it? In her dream she looked behind her and always as it was she could never see the dragon that was chasing after her. This time it was different! Her eyes opened wide. The same as her human looking eyes. It was the great red dragon chasing after her!"YOU!" She bellowed and flew even faster. Her wings gracefully flapping as she rose up higher into the air. The sun shining down making her scales glow even more gradient then before. Serena didn't know how he got into her dreams, but she found her heart speeding up faster! Her body temp raising even more, and she roared out another challenge to him. It was as if her soul called OT his, and she then dove straight down towards the ground. Flying through the puffed clouds and then the land before her spun faster as she gave a grin. This was her dream! It was always, and she knew the flying tops as the trees came, and she flew in between like a bullet. The leaves caressing her diatonic belly like a lover before she came out again...." This is My dream. Go away!" She roared again, knowing he was still near her. It was a dream after all. Her dream dragon always stayed near her. But him? The great ed she had seen as a child... Argon had to admit, she knew her stuff even if this was just a dream. He also knew however, that no matter what, dream skill was nothing next to true experience. He had stayed on her through her entire Ariel acrobatics run. Finally, he tilted his wings to slow and then hover as he heard her yell for him to leave her dream. He fought his primal instinct to simply take over her dream as it was well within his power for an unturned dragon, but he wanted the peaceful route. Instead, he chose to show her his mastery and let her know of his power. He spoke in a normal tone that should never of carried the great distance, instead using his powers to project the words as if he were speaking into her ear." Your body is getting worse, your temperature is rising even as he speaks, and you are start to have spasms, you should not be flying right now but relaxing. You must calm down or my magical chains will only harm you and the Bazaar's effects will become dire." Serena watched him as he flew. His body was magnificent and of course she couldn't help but stare at him. He was wonderful, but she was annoyed that he was in her area. Even his calm words still made her mad." What are you talking about? This is just a dream. My dream. I've had this dream for years. Sense I met you Argon... That Bazaar. It can't harm me here..." She snapped at him and still flew on. On the outside of her dream she was growing hot. Apparently she didn't understand what was happening. He did, and she was in danger of dying if she didn't calm down. That pull that Argon was feeling was at a peak and maybe it was this girl. This hatchling he never forgot all those years ago. But, if she was a dragon about to turn why hadn't anything been decreed? At birth there are markings. It was her eyes and yet no one said anything. Something was amiss, but the other dragons n the council thought it was in due time another would appear. They used to tease him for maybe the next one would be his soul mate as they gained theirs. One always knew when they met their mate, but it was difficult if one was still human... Angered by her ignorance of both his status and the impending danger on her own body, Argon let his power ripple out. As he did so, Serena could tell this wasn't her dream anymore even if it weren't for the fact the sky turned red. Reaching out his hand, several chains constricted around Serena and dragged her back to him, forcing her to shift back to her human state as Argon did as well. When she was finally in front of him, she was allowed to stand, but was fully bound." I don't think you understand. This is a dream, yes, but you can't just do whatever you want here and pretend everything is okay, otherwise your body will die and your mind along with it. Now stay still and calm down, and I will let you have your dream back." She was standing. But it seemed in the air as he held her close to him. Both were in human forms, and she found the connection even in the dream state to be fully preservative. There was anger in his golden eyes. As if he was chiding a young child that did something wrong. Serena struggled for a moment before she gave up. It at least showed she had pride and was a leader in her own right." I don't understand. Why? Why would this kill me? I've had this dream for a long time. I told you that already... But. I never had a vision of actually seeing who was the other in my dream..." Her voice was rugged as her breathing calmed down and hear rate started to run normal. Well. Except for the fact that she couldn't stop looking at him. "Do you want me to treat you like the child you are, or do you want me to treat you as an adult? You act as if you don't know that even as you dream your body still exists and can be of great consequence. If you are stabbed in your sleep then you still die but since this is magic it is much more complicated. The Bazaar will affect anyone and everyone it cuts and if you sleep then it is even worse because your conscious mind cannot hold back your body. Now I can either wake you or just keep you here and calm you down, which would you prefer?" Argon was becoming irritated by this child's brashness. As he lectured her he stepped closer and closer, towering over her by the end. He let out an inhuman growl and snapped his fingers, the chains vanishing and the dream returning to her control. "Show me that you are not a child and are worthy of my protection..." She growled back and her body instantly transformed into that of the emeralds' ad silver stripped beauty. Her eyes staring at him defiantly. She wasn't a child, and yet she didn't need a men protection." Why would I need to have you protect me? You're a God. I am a human. In a blink of an eye it was seventeen years ago when I saw you. Time is nothing to you. So why care about some mere mortal human female? I never once needed any males' protection. Even my older brother couldn't control me, nor my father..." Serena snapped at him, but kept her rate at a normal calm. She was showing her own dominance toward him. And still even in her dream as she saw him look her over, there having around her slender neck was the scale he had given her. Even here in the dreamscape she had it. Yet he could feel it, the way he wanted to protect her more as she defied him! Her, as she stood her ground when he moved closer to her and could few her heart race a different way. Defiantly as her own words towards him. Not making any movements at all or changing he just looked up at her, finding her intensely beautiful now that he could see her fully for the first time. He smiled when he saw the scale still on her necklace, still near her heart; but he couldn't place why he was happy it was." You are right, no mere human could protect you. Yet I am a god to you, time does not faze me and I do not deny any of this. You do want to be protected, however, even if you might not realize it. Why else would you keep my scale so close to you, even here in your own dream? And above all else, why do you choose to be in a dragon's form over your own? Tell me...does it feel more comfortable to stand before me as you are rather than in your human state?" She looked down ADN took a scaled hand to the scale she had worn all her life. It made her smile and he could see it before she returned the look to his own Golden gaze." I. I. Like this form. I have always liked being a dragon in my dreams. It suits me yes." Serena replied to him before she saw the way he was looking to her. It made her feel almost uncomfortable, and thus she willed herself to be human again. Now only inches apart she could see that her head would fit just under his chin. Her different colored eyes sparkled as the light shined down on them as she took a deep breath. Outside the dream her temp returned normal, but her body was feeling different to him. Argon relaxed along with her, satisfied that she proved to no longer be the hatchling he once knew. He suddenly got the urge to reach out and hug her when she returned to human form. But he was the patriarch, it wasn't right...he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek instead and whispered, "I'll be waiting for you...in reality..." He vanished in a blaze and returned to his caverns, sitting on his couch, stroking Serena's sleeping face as he waited for her to come around again... The is on her cheek left her face warm and a tingling sensation down her spine as he seemed to vanish. Leaving her in the mead owed area they had been. Birds chirping as she felt dazed from him actually kissing her on the cheek. It wasn't right, he was a dragon and she was human. Yet, to her, it felt right and it angered her still. She knew many human females ran after the Dragon Lords to have a chance of bedding with them. Yet she never cared. Only wanting her wish as she had as a child. It was then she let go of the dream and woke to reality to stare up at Argon. "Welcome back to the world of the living, Serena. I've freed you from your bonds, and you may get up if you like," Argon said, continuing to gently caress her face. He now knew she was his kin, but he still held off the hopes that she was his chosen mate. He was probably just overreacting since she was a new dragon... She looked like she might match that golden dragon on the council...what was his name... Despite his best efforts to suppress it, these thoughts shown through, and he frowned, a depressed look overcoming him as he looked up, around the caverns and felt their emptiness. The lack of a mate ever being inside these walls. She pulled away and looked to him. Her skin tingling like in the dream. Becoming almost scratchy. Yet where his hands touched her she felt a sense of calm and more. Her stomach tightened and she turned to look at her shoulder. There was a scar, and she knew her father would be mad."Oh, gods. My father is going to kill me..." Serena muttered and looked back to him and then into the surroundings. The cave seemed like any other she exploded as a kid. The underground ones where she and other kids wouldn't pretend to be warriors and play fort." Why. Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked him. As if he was pondering something as at the same time thinking that he was withholding something from her. "Well...you probably won't be returning to your father's home to live...for the rest of your very long life," Argon said slowly, forming each word over several times in his mind before speaking, "It has come to my attention...that we must hold a new mating ceremony..." He looked up at Serena with a face lacking any emotions. Only his eyes, which normally searched and pierced all things, were glassy and staring into space, showed his sadness. Long life? That caught her off guard as she sat up stiff and still. What the Hellas he's talking about? Serena stood then and backed up even more when he said mentioned a mating ceremony." Uh. Are your brains rattled from my dream? What do you mean by that? And that I won't be going home? Of course, I am!" She stated firmly to him with a growl to her voice. Her eyes still staying on him as he too stood and looked at her with those sad eyes. Argon watched her, reminded of himself when the dragons came for him. He, too, had not accepted the truth, and was forced to take on his first transformation...but ever since he practiced being able to do the partial shifts he was now the sole master of. Taking her hand in his, Argon stared at Serena yet past her. He reached for the power to shift into a full dragon...and felt it surge into her body as well. Their clothes vanished as their skin molded into scales. Both figures grew taller and taller until the cave seemed like a small room that barely fit either. Their wings and tails grew and their heads elongated. Soon Argon was staring at the silver and emerald dragon of Serena's dreams, his clawed hands clenched hers as he stared at her...yet past her....... She watched as he reached for her hand and felt power surge over her body. It tingled more and more until she felt fire racing through her veins. She cried out and felt her body change. It was nothing like that in the dream and as she screamed it turned into a roar. A ripple went through her, and she looked down at her hands. No. Clawed hands. They were emerald like in her dreams. Taking a step back she was unstable and practical fell over as she felt her wings fold on her back." What! I. I. This. It' snot a dream..." Serena replied. Her voice darker and serene. A pleasure that seemed to roll down Argon's scales. She still held her necklace around her neck as she met that gaze from him again." What are you staring at?" She felt as if she was blushing. The way he looked at her... "You are correct...this is not your dream. This is reality. You are the newest born dragon and there are several males eager to know if their chosen mate has been born at last," Argon replied, obviously making himself apart from the 'several males' and not even thinking for a moment that she might be his." You can return to normal of your own free will now, just do it the same way you did in your dream," Argon said solemnly as he returned to human form. He plopped down on the couch and placed his hand over the small stand just to the side of the couch. Using the magical device on top he sent a telepathic message to the rest of the council of the good news." I'm sorry to of forced that upon you so suddenly, I couldn't think of any way to explain it; so I simply showed you instead." She didn't know how to take it. The women had always wanted to be a dragon. One of the ones considered gods. And here it was. She Wei SA dragon. It couldn't be right." I. I can't be... Furthermore, I'm 24. Furthermore, I would have known. YOU should have known when I met you as a child." Serena replied and then changed back. Her body was shaking from the change. The sudden realization that she would watch friends and family grow old and die while she would stay young forever. Or until she died, which she hears didn't happen often." I. I don't want a mate..." She flat out said stubbornly. Though the way she was looking at him her mind rumbled. Yes you do. I'm part of you now Serena. Your Dragon soul. I can talk to you as his can talk to him. I have waited for years for this. Did you not ever wonder why you never new sick, why you were never interested in mere human males? Our mates are near. And your heart flutters. You can't deny it and neither can I. Serena stood opened mouth as she head her dragon side speak. It surprised her but she knew it was true. Yet she had always craved to see Argon again, even as a child as she looked and turned to give him her back. Soft hands reaching out as she touched his scale. Still smooth and shiny as it was the day he gave it to her. The great leader that cared for a hatchling child. But as she touched the scale her body heat flew up and the dragon in her mind roared in triumph. Something she didn't understand, but it called out not to her. But to Argon's Dragon soul... Argon remained stoic, both him and his Dragon's soul deaf to her pleas. "It is too late, the council is on their way now to retrieve you. You will be shown to the youngest dragons first, obviously none will be anywhere near your age, but it will still be a LARGE difference. It shouldn't be a problem, however, you will love this man with all your heart and soul," he said, still in that alien slowness, hurtling deeper into the depression that had been eating at him for hundreds of years... He slunk into the couch and already the great beatings of dragon wings was audible... 'NO! NO. I won't allow it. I am not. a . THING. To be looked at as a prize..." She told him and turned to give him a cold glare. He was sitting on his couch and she could see the sadness. Her ears picking up the sounds of approaching dragons as well. There was no way in hell she was going to let this happen." I'm going home!" Serena snapped. Instantly she then heard her dragon half instruct her. For what? Your father will be notified of what happened. You were born special Serena. You will live lifetimes. Yes, you will watch ones you loved as a human grow old and die. But to have a mate is what all Dragons search for. There aren't enough of us. Some wait hundreds of years. And you can't deny it in your heart and my own that our mate is near... She had started to turn and walk off when she decided differently. It hurt her that he was feeling like he was in pain. To be alone and have all the responsibility on his shoulders. Her fingers touched the scale around her neck and closed her eyes." You once asked me if I was afraid of you. And I said I wasn't. The greatest of all the Dragon Gods. And you gave this to me. No one ever heard of that. And then in my dreams. And after. You looked different at me..." Each word she took a step closer to him. He seemed not to notice or didn't care as the others would be there soon. Even with the business of the land and the squabble of the kingdom a newborn Dragon was a bigger deal at the moment. Only then she reached out and touched his shoulder and sat down next to him. Her arm laying gently around him as if he were the child." I want to go home. But my dragon side is right." She knew if he didn't understand anything or not. But it was. "I was different from the others. I was drawn to you when I was that child. And I am here now. Isn't it obvious?" God was she actually admitting this? She wanted him. Only him. Had dreamt of meeting him again after all those years. And he was wanting to push her off on another."DO you truly want another Male forced on me. I won't have it... Not when I have had this. This piece of you all my life..." What...what he wanted? Argon ran her words through his mind over and over. She was right... He... Argon, Patriarch of the Dragons, wanted Serena. He looked at her, his gaze focused now...seeming to be even more penetrating as he examined her, as if not sure if she meant what she was saying. It was then the council arrived, bristling with anger at being roused in such a rush. "What is the meaning of this Argonastraza?" Oriel said, using the added name for a dragon to Argon's own name." Just what I said, Korielestraz, this girl is the newborn dragon. Yet, I do not believe you will be here to take her to meet other males," Argon said, standing up and drawing himself to his full height and displaying the reason he led the council...his magnificent red wings opening behind him. "She is mine, I will take Serenastraz as my soul's mate. The council is simply here to make note of our newest sister..." Inside her dragon side roared with delight. They were close to their mate. It was always Argon. Sense a child she was his. A gift from the stars or whatever gods that was claimed to be. Her eyes opened wide as the cave seemed to grow smaller. The Blue Dragon then peered at her like she was a bug under a looking glass." She is human. There have been no proclaimed-born dragons in years. It would have been said within the stars..." Oriel stated with a snort. That made her mad." What Argon says is true. She stepped forward. Her different color eyes challenging him. Oriel then looked to the scale around her neck, and he growled." So this is the child you gave that scale to..." he growled and Serena looked to Argon as if it was going to be a fight. Instead, she willed her change. The dragon inside her eager to show that it was true. Then before them was no more a human, but an Emerald and silver striped dragon. She growled at the other dragon, and he seemed to open his golden yes in shock." Its. True. Yet. Still. You can't just claim her... There are rules. Not to mention she wouldn't even know." Of course, she did. Even in dragon form she had his scale around her neck. Her scales sparkling as she drew in another growl." I've had this my whole young life. I was drawn to him as a child. And I am not afraid of you..." She then admitted it. Right in front of both. That she wanted Argon as hers... Argon quickly joined his mate in dragon form and stood beside her, towering over her just as he did when they stood in human form. Yet something in his stance was different now, he stood taller, prouder. He also was obviously ready to protect Serena at a moment's notice." Wrong Korielestraz! Even if she does not know the rules of her kin I was on the council when most were not even recognized! The Dragon Patriarch can overrule the council in extreme cases! Have you ever heard of a dragon without a mate for thousands of years? I would call THAT an extreme case!" Argon then turned and flicked his tail in dismissal, "Now leave us, the council has no need to continue mocking my private affairs." Koriel nearly roared in defiance to Argon, but bit his tongue to keep silent. He turned and took flight, the rest of the council following suit to add Serena to the Dragon birth list. Argon shrank back to human form, staring up at Serena with new respect and love in his eyes. "Come then, my mate, I have waited thousands of years for this...for you. I would not like to wait any longer." ToucheS He thought as the other dragons left. Yet something told her it wasn't over between what had just happened. If she was new it would raise other questions if there were more out there like her. Waiting, or had died because they were not found. Either way when Argon shrank back to human she looked down on him and gave a growl that was a chuckle at how he handled the other males." So now you recognize it...." Was all Serena said as she willed herself back to human form and went to him. Again she touched the scale around her neck and felt heat raising from it. Her soulmate calling to her as she drew OT his area and felt him wrap arms around her tightly." The little hatchling from so many years ago. I told you I wouldn't always be a hatchling..." She teased. Argon chuckled, "Yes my love, you are no longer a hatchling. You are beautiful. I want you, I need you, and now that I have you good luck getting away." He held her close as he led them to his bedroom within these caverns. The large king-sized bed felt wonderful when Argon finally laid on it with his Soul's mate." Serena, I love you. There is nothing I want more right now then to make love to you now, but I know you are probably overwhelmed from all these new things, such as discovering your true identity, so I will allow you to rest until you have regained yourself." Make love? She didn't even know the first thing about anything like that. She was never interested in any guys and well, she didn't care. Until now. Her stomach grew to a tight knot as his arms lad over her." I may be overwhelmed. But I am not tired. Argon. I. I just don't know. Why me? Why didn't I know until now..." Serena looked just confused and wanted answers, but the dragons inside her wanted to mate with her soulmate as well. Argon sat up, indicating for her to do the same. "Serena, none of us knew, you are a first in a long, long time. Everyone usually exhibits dragon-like traits when they are born, making breathing smoke, being unusually aggressive, or having heightened physical power and endurance. You showed none of these, further your dragon's soul laid dormant while you were a human, which is also very rare, generally when you hit eighteen it awakens and informs you of what you really are," he explained. With a soft chuckle he added, "The last case with this was almost ten thousand years ago now.......my eighteenth birthday." "Your.... that OLD?!" She practically gasped. She was sitting next to an older man of course, but she didn't figure he was that old! Hen she started to smile and then laugh. A throaty laugh that made her chest bounce ever teasingly. She stopped once she got a look from him." What> I was just kidding. I knew you were old. And don't try and scare me. You know it won't work. Besides. Me being whey I am now. I still want to go home. I need to be with my dad. >Wouldst' he is in danger once word spreads of what I am? They will think he is a freak." She had a point, plus he had his own job, yet here was his mate, her mate. And the air was getting hot in the room as she wanted to touch him more. But if he was right, maybe her father would be safe and taken away to be taken cared of." Argon. I couldn't live knowing he could die with these attacks. And after that thing. I want him safe..."

Dragons Soul|rating:4.0

Her favorite dancer (closed)

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With that and a twirl placing her back to him in the backless velvet and lace dress she swayed her way out of the room.~~~~~~~Months earlier The club was remodeled for a new "owner" all the guys knew was the new owner was a woman who had very specific plans for the club. They had heard that this new owner had been a dancer herself long ago or something like that, and now she owned clubs and casinos and restaurants all over the world. There was also talk that she was single so that had everyone's attention. The night the club opened with hall the renovations and remodeling done she arrived. Long dark hair dark intoxicating eyes as she stood by the bar as each of the dancers were introduced to her as well as servers bartenders and other staff. She was introduced as Catalina Dillon. She smiled approvingly at each of the dancers and staff a poker face as it seemed all the Sam smile to each of them, but she had found one she knew would be hers. So muscular and broad chested in comparison to some of the other dancers and to her far more intoxicating. Making him hers would be fun. It is nice to meet all of you but for now we have a club to open, and I do look forward to observing the dancers and staff at work. Let's open this club gentlemen. He moved first than everyone when miss Dillon told them to get to work. His name was Wayne Merlot. Experienced dancer, a few tricks up in his sleeve, and as he could see, he would be working with an experienced staff, thus always was more interesting, since the competition would be higher.There were some boxes by the door, full of stage clothing's, and he noticed that there was one dancing pole that wasn't fully assembled at the secondary stage. Time to get his hands dirty, he thought. He grabbed some boxes and headed towards the backstage. Then left them there, over a table, for someone to unpack the stuff, and headed towards the stage, to work on the pole. There was a screwdriver lying on the floor, next to some screws that would be used to fasten it to the floor, so he started to finish the job. By the time the pole was securely fixed on the ground and at the ceiling, Wayne saw Miss Dillon pass by, so he made a gesture with his head and offered to her a polite smile. After that, his eyes searched for more work to do before the club's grand opening. Wayne had certainly caught her eye. She was also very accustomed to getting who and what she wanted. She smiled in return and glanced at her watch. Furthermore, she could not wait to see the dancers perform. Group numbers and solo performances. She really wanted to see how talented Wayne was. She nodded to the DJ as the music began as opening time drew closer. Wayne heard the music and that's all he needed to rush to dressing-room to prepare himself. He was pretty anxious to show his new moves everyone around, specially to his manager. He entered the bathroom by the time two other boys got out of it, took a quick shower, put his stage clothes, and after some moments, it's time for him to enter at the stage with two other strippers. Wayne always felt so comfortable while performing, the more people at the crowd, the better. He could see at the other side of the hall Miss Catalina watching the performance from behind the bar. He smiles and started his movements. He walked around the stage alongside the electronic music that was playing, made some combined movements with another dancer, after some time, when the sweat was starting to run down his neck, he even gave a backflip just to hear the public yell. When he felt the anxiousness in the air, he made a rough stop and took of his pants and analyzed the face of everyone in the audience, specially Miss Catalina. Standing behind the bar she smiled eyes flowing over the dancers on stage. Her eyes finding Wayne looking at her. She took a sip of her drink and watched him dance as well as the other two her eyes and face revealing nothing but her mind danced over Wayne's stunning form. Yes he will be the one she will claim as hers. Perhaps to travel to her other clubs as well only time will tell, but he will be hers. She continued to watch all the dancers and staff for the rest of the night. Paying attention to Wayne and his dancing though still revealing nothing. She was very pleased with the first nights haul as she sat back at the bar at the end of the night pouring over receipts and costs with a smile. It was a pretty intense night at the end, and Wayne was tired. The never-ending look of his boss over him during the performance with no sign of emotion whatsoever made him push a little to hard, get a little too much tired, and he made a mental note to be wary of this in the future. The crowd liked it, at least. He said goodbye to the boys as they left the dressing room one by one, left his clothes at by the locker and went to the shower when the bathroom was empty to relax a little. He let the water walk through his entire body, tilted his head back and to face the jet head on, with his eyes closed. Worried that he could be locked inside the club, he got out of the shower and started to dry himself with a black towel. Saying her goodbyes as each filed out she nodded to the bartender for another shot of bourbon as she finished up the paper work. She was pleased with the nights haul and was sure the dancers and staff made a good haul for the night too. She glanced around making sure everyone was out even though she knew Wayne was still in the building. Furthermore, she put her paperwork away in her office and when she heard the dressing room door she stepped from her office. Wayne got out of the dressing room with his bag over his shoulder, wearing his dark jeans pants and blue jeans' jacket. When he turned the corner, he saw Miss Catalina, his new boss. Seeing her from up close was always a beautiful sight. She had captivating eyes and gorgeous lips. To avoid staring too much, he gave a quick look inside the office and saw some papers lying around." I hope the numbers have been good for the first day of the house. Will we open tomorrow?", he asked with an honest smile. Wonderful night for the house. Profitable night for my dancers too I saw. Wayne... Keep up that crowd intensity and you could become a feature dancer here. She smiled. Care to walk me to my car? He was happy to hear that. "Thanks, and of course, let's go". Wayne accompanied Miss Catalina outside the club. She closed the doors, and they headed to the parking lot, walking slowly, enjoying the cold air brushing his cheeks. "Do You live far away from here?", he asked, trying to find a talking subject. Not too terribly far. I live in the warehouse apartments. I loved helping them save that old building. It is so private and secure and a wonderful view of the mountains from the living room windows. She smiled as they reached her car her pride and joy. A 1971 semi Cuba a rich purple and black stripes. Well thank you for walking me to my car. So do you live far from here? "I heard about that warehouse some years ago. I think it was on the newspapers.," Wayne said before looking at the car. He stood in awe looking at it. It was a fine piece of machinery. He threw a quick look at Miss Catalina. "Nice ride." After she opened the door he completed the phrase. "I live by the apartments next to the lake, it's only 30 minutes away from here on foot." He waved a quick goodbye with his hand and started to walk away. "See you tomorrow, boss!" Wayne... I could drive you home if you like. It is rather late. She smiled pulling the car alongside of Wayne. She knew she would be subtle in her plan unless this handsome man tried to make a move. The cat and mouse of slowly drawing them in and claiming was fun but as long as this one became hers it didn't really matter. Wayne looked to his left as her car approached him. He was indeed tired from his out of normal performance at the stage. "I don't want to be a hassle, but I could really use a ride." After her gesture, Wayne entered the door, put his bag by his feet, fastened the seatbelt, and she started to drive. That was an interesting moment for him. First day of the job, she was looking at him dance, they both stay late at the club, and now she gives him a ride. It was too good to pass by. He was feeling excitement in the air. He could also be wrong about her, and one wrong move would be his goodbye to his job. While she was driving, he kept looking to the road, but sometimes her face was too irresistible, so he took quick glances of her lines, hey eyes, clothes, ear. That was it. He would definitely make a move. Just had to wait for the right time. "There, just turn third on the left, my apartment is two or three of blocks from there.," he said, pointing at the road exit. She took a couple of brief moments to glance over as she drove and then looking over to him when he gave the directions to his place and nodded. Okay just point it out. Turning she continued to drive along a little slower so she did not pass it up. She glanced over to him as they got closer to the blocks he said. He definitely had a very sensual aspect to him that she loved as her eyes watched his. Her car stopped at the front of his apartment, she was with both hands at the wheel, but was looking at him. "Thanks for the ride. The performance today left me very tired, I don't know why"He opened the passenger door, and got out of the car. Some steps later, he looked back. "Whops, I was already leaving my bag in your car". He said like that, but the Hürth is, he did that on purpose. Wayne headed back to the car, leaned inside to grab his back, moved a little further inside the car and gave a quick kiss in her cheek, very next to her mouth. He looked to her after that, trying to see her reaction, hoping that her sharp eyes might reveal something. She tilted her Creek into the kiss and smiled. Never a problem the warehouse isn't far from here after all. Looking to him with a smile as she continued. Any time you need a ride... Let me know. Eyes close and reopen in an almost slow motion blink as she stared into his eyes. Again... Great job tonight... Crowd intensity like that breeds feature dancers... Which means all sorts of... benefits. Well see you tomorrow The car went away, Wayne turned around and entered at his apartment. He took of his shirt, put his sweatpants and sat at his bed. "Well, she was very professional.", he thought. He stood in the bed, facing the ceiling, thinking about it. It was hard to understand her eyes, her mouth, her face. She seems very cold, or very determined." At least I can work my way onto the job and discover what benefits she meant." He then slept quickly, only to wake 10 hours later - It was already afternoon by then. He woke up, and went to run alongside the lake, to keep his body in shape. A kiss... Innocent enough she thought perhaps or as veiled a test as her veiled ride innuendo. She could so very easily see herself riding that young stallion gently or wild. Pulling into the parking garage under the building and heading up to her home. Slipping out of the heels and hose as she made her way to her room and then slipping from her dress she made her way to a nice hot bath before turning in for the night. Waking a couple of hours before the club opened at 8 pm she made her way to a little food truck near the river for a wonderful little Greek lunch and some meditation time by the river. The sweat was starting to pop out in Wayne forehead. He kept thinking about yesterday. "I could have been more bold". Some more steps "No, I would risk my job.". Some more steps again "Maybe won't, I'm sure she is very professional". He took a turn, passed some old lady who was practicing Tai chi over the wooden bridge. When he was completing his third run around the lake he saw Catalina. He stopped and started to stretch his muscles as he watched her walk out of the little restaurant at the park. Soon he would need to head back to his house, eat something and get ready for one more night of dancing at the club, but he stood there, secretly watching her gorgeous figure walk to a quiet spot in the middle of the grass by the lake. Her mind drifted back over her veiled innuendo about him needing a ride. Was she too subtle? Had he chosen to ignore it after kissing her? This would be a fun little game. Casually eating her lunch she stared out over the water. Normally she only stayed long enough to get a club running well on its own then goes to buy another one but this time... She... She might just stay here longer than her normal pattern. Well Wayne might well be the one to help her finally stay on one place for once. After stretching his muscles, Wayne headed in the direction of the restaurant to buy a bottle of water, and then head back to his apartment and get ready for another day of work. After he paid for the product, he walked close to a table which Lady Catalina was sitting, eating a salad in a calm pace." Hey boss. Didn't know you used to eat around here.," he said with a smile. If you looked closely, you could see that was a normal smile, with a tone of flirt on it. I love the food trucks and little shops around here. Plus its so peaceful and the view is always unique and very beautiful. She smiled to him watching that little smile of his. So what about you what are you up to today before work? Eyes shimmer as she smiles almost deviously. "Sure thing. I was running here a little, and was thinking about returning home, taking a shower and watch some pole dancing sessions on the TV to get some ideas for tonight show," he says with a smirk. You're by yourself here? You can come over to my place if you like. I can make something for us to eat before work, to repay last night ride" Dances and cooks too. Well, well... How can I pass up an offer like that. Standing she cleaned up her now snack and turned to look at him. Lead the way. Her eyes glancing over him yet past him as she admired his form. He certainly had something very intense yet sensual about him that she loved. So what can you cook? "A fine lady like you must eat a healthy died if I'm not mistaken," he said walking out of the park, with his boss right behind. " Do you like sushi?", he asks looking back, making the sign of eating with chopsticks with his left hand. They got to his apartment, he told her to be at ease, and went to take a quick bath. "You can't cook to your pretty boss all sweaty, right?", he said before entering into the bathroom Sushi... Steak... Love it all. Kind of have to love all kinds of food traveling as much as I do. She laughed a little at his comment and sat down on the sofa and relaxed glancing around his apartment. He got out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist and entered my bedroom. A few moments later he came out of it wearing a black shirt and blue jeans. His hair was still wet. Wayne put water to boil, and sat at the couch, 1 seat away from his boss. "You don't mind watching pole dance with me, do you? This way you can even warn me if it's a good idea for tonight or not," he said giggling. Okay that is fine though men don't really pole dance that I have ever seen, and I have been in this business for quite a while. She sat back curious about what he had in mind "I know, you have probably been thinking what the hell I'm up to, right?", he said after so e more to analyzing the girl dance. "There are some movements in this type of dance that I feel it can really improve my job. Look, she has such stage control and there's just here, a pole, and those leg movements. I wonder if I can find something that can help me perform, you know? A gesture, a twist." He looked back to miss Catalina. "Sorry, got a little carried away" Oh no... Creative... I like that. She smiled and went to sit down in front of the stage. Show me what you have in mind. It wasn't work time, but a request from your boss must be executed, no matter where you are." Okay, I never performed at my house to anyone, but if you say so." He stood up and pushed the center table away to give him more room between the couch and the TV. Put on some music in his iPhone and started to walk around, trying to focus. At the beginning, it was hard to look to her eye, since she was the only one watching, but as he started to move and pass his hands through his body, the self-confidence raised a little, and he was able to focus and stare Catalina during the little performance. When the music reached its climax, he started to use the pole-dance-inspired moves. He sat in the small center table, twisted around, tilted his head back and took of his shirt. He laid in the bed after it and bent his back towards the floor, exposing his toned abs, moving his hand next to his pelvis. Twisted again, stood up, sang his hips and to finish, with a quick movement, took of his trousers. He reached the end only with his boxers and a little sweat next to his neck and forehead. He stood still, waiting for Miss Catalina's answer. Very... Nice... She smiled and stood walking over to him. Standing face to face. I have always loved the idea of incorporating... Props into performances. A well requested routine of mine long ago included a Vincent Black Lightning motorcycle. She moved to rub a fingertip along her collarbone as she smiled at him. Maybe someday I might show you. He felt a tension rising in as she got closer to him." If you decide to show it to me, we will have to find another place. There's no way to fit a motorcycle into this room.", he giggled He smiled, looking at her, and his phone vibrated. "Almost time for our work. I should take a bath now, I sweated a lot," he said and gave a step back, trying to escape hers eyes grasp. "Fell free to use my room if you need to get ready for tonight too" A smile at the step back. Yes... Getting ready for work. Wouldn't want to be late though... Running around with the boss you are never late. Turning she went to find a mirror to check her makeup and hair. He headed to the bathroom, took of his clothes and entered under the shower." Wow, her gaze is. Powerful", he thought under the water flow. After washing the sweat of his skin, he got of the water and dried his trained body with a white towel. Wrapped it around his waist and headed of to his room, where he found Miss Catalina looking at his mirror. Seeing him walk in wearing a towel reflected in the mirror and smiled finishing straightening her hair up a little and turned to look at him admiring his physique with a clear smile. I will wait in the other room. "Thanks, I'll be there in a moment," he replied, as they walked past each other." I get naked for work, but doing it in my house is a complete different thing", he thought. He put his jeans trousers and a blue sports shirt. Bruised his fingers through his hair to mess it up a little bit, picked up his wallet and bag with clothes for the work, and in less than 8 minutes, he was good to go." I hope I'm not crossing any boundaries here but. Can you give me a ride? I only got a bike," he said, scratching the back of his head. Sure... That is fine. She smiled and turned to head towards the door to go. So how many solo routines and group routines you want tonight? He opened his eyes wide when heard the question"I have the right to choose? I would rather rave 1 solo and the other 4 routines I can go with the group. I don't think I'm ready to face a crowd upload of hungry girls during all night, all by myself," he said smiling. "Do you think I should do the number I just showed you?" Yes I do, and that arrangement sounds good. Standard question though about how you want your night to go. She glanced back at him as she walked to her car. So sweet so eager in his own way and maybe a little intimidated by her. Still nonetheless she had chosen her dancer and more. They got in the club earlier than the most other dancers. That was good, he would hate the other employees looking at me differently because I arrived together with our boss. He watched her slowly go to the entrance and unlock the door. She moved in her own enticing way. "I will go inside and change clothes, thanks for the ride," he said. He went to the dressing room, and since no one was there, he got naked, folded his clothes and started to search his bag for tonight's performance ones. Making her way to her office she glanced to a box of disks sitting on the floor by the bookshelf. Her former life reduced to discs. She sometimes missed dancing but owning so many properties and different kinds of businesses she had no real time to dance anymore. The other employees started to arrive and a little more after them, the public. The show occurred like miss Catalina had arranged, and the crowd was very receptive with his new performance. Again, he stared his boss from time to time to see if she was enjoying it. Once the club was open and the dancing started she moved to her usual place at the bar to see the shows. A smile graced her lips as she watched the various dances. Taking a sip of her wine as she watched him dance her eyes betrayed nothing from such distance, but she was very focused on her prey. After finishing his routine, Wayne rushed to the dressing room to drink some water and in 30 minutes, came back into stage for the last group piece. The crowd liked, he made a few from the ladies in the front row and gave a lap dance to one of them in the last minutes. The club closed, Wayne was the last one to take a shower, hoping he would be the last one to leave like yesterday, so he could talk to his boss one more time. He got out of shower, put some spare clothes and his leather jacket, and headed out of backstage to the main room. Catalina was making a list of everything she needed to order for behind the bar the next day and glanced over innocently enough. I thought everyone had left. Good to see you Wayne. {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} You are awake... finally. She teased him with a wink. She watched him stretching and slowly moving from the bed after stretching that stunning muscular body. Surprised I can move at all after bedding down with a lioness in lace. He looked over with a smile. He could not believe where he was and who was there with him. Well hurry up I hate to dine alone. With that and a twirl placing her back to him in the backless velvet and lace dress she swayed her way out of the room.~~~~~~~Months earlier The club was remodeled for a new "owner" all the guys knew was the new owner was a woman who had very specific plans for the club. They had heard that this new owner had been a dancer herself long ago or something like that, and now she owned clubs and casinos and restaurants all over the world. There was also talk that she was single so that had everyone's attention. The night the club opened with hall the renovations and remodeling done she arrived. Long dark hair dark intoxicating eyes as she stood by the bar as each of the dancers were introduced to her as well as servers bartenders and other staff. She was introduced as Catalina Dillon. She smiled approvingly at each of the dancers and staff a poker face as it seemed all the Sam smile to each of them, but she had found one she knew would be hers. So muscular and broad chested in comparison to some of the other dancers and to her far more intoxicating. Making him hers would be fun. It is nice to meet all of you but for now we have a club to open, and I do look forward to observing the dancers and staff at work. Let's open this club gentlemen. Lunches worked as a bartender. That was, until the club changed hands. He heard that the new owner was going to turn it into a club that really catered to females and that she was really looking for male dancers. He had never considered that as a line of work. After all, he was a business major in college and was working his way through by bartending. It didn't bring in a ton of money, but it was enough to pay his bills and leave him a little spending cash. When Joe heard they were having auditions for the dancers, he decided to try it out. He heard that they make a lot more money than the bartenders did. He wasn't really nervous about the audition since he really had nothing to lose. Furthermore, he could always go back to bartending. So, when he walked out onto the stage in front of the bright lights, and the music came on, he decided to have fun with it. He played to the imaginary audience. The lights were so bright he could not see who was judging him. He must have done pretty well, because he got called back for an interview, and was then offered one of the dancer positions. He was excited about opening night. Furthermore, he was also excited about meeting the new boss. Everyone said she would be here for the grand opening. He was amazed at how hot she was when she walked through. Now he knew why everyone was excited about meeting her and having her here. She was the most beautiful and sexiest woman he had ever seen. She did not pay much attention to anyone though, and at her command, the club was open. Joe had an incredible first night. He made more money that night than he could ever imagine making in one night, and he had women calling out his name and reaching for him. They were buying him drinks and looking for even more than that. He knew not to accept. That was one way to get fired. At the end of the night he was told by one of. The hostesses that he had to go to the manager's office. He wondered if he did something wrong. He went there quickly dressed in his tuxedo pants with only a vest. Furthermore, he knocked on the door to the office. She was sitting back doing paperwork. The business jacket off revealing the more expected dress for an operation like this. Glancing up as he walked in. Have a seat... So what do you think of the other side of the club? Very good night tonight. She smiled clearly looking him over. I was impressed with how natural you were during auditions and performing tonight. A very good sign I could be looking at my next premier dancer for the club. As Joe walked into the manager's office, he could not believe the confidence he had. It had been an incredible night, and he felt that he was on top of the world. There had been women throwing money at him and pulling at him and offering him money to spend the night with them. There was nothing that could break him down now. Even if the manager was mad at him for something. When he opened the door and saw the new owner there, he was somewhat taken aback. He certainly had not expected to see her. He was, however, happy that she began hurling compliments in his direction. That sure didn't hurt his confidence." You were it the auditions? I couldn't see anyone with those bright lights. It felt natural tonight. It felt like I belonged there. Before you bought the club and changed the theme, I never even thought about doing something like this. You think I might be the premier dancer? Hell, I'll do anything you need me to do to get that." It was clear she was also going to be managing the club as well as the office had been renovated for her. Careful what you say Joe... She laughed a little with a wink before standing and walking around to the for t of her desk and looking him over. You might just have to perform a private dance here and now to someone the club rules don't apply to. A fingertip traced over the vest as her eyes locked on his. Joe watched her get up and walk around in front of him. He tried to maintain eye contact but her beauty and her incredible body made it difficult to do. He was a little surprised at what she said but her running her finger down his best convinced him that she was serious. He hesitated for a minute and the. Began to move. He was feeling so confident that he didn't need any music. He created his own rhythm. Furthermore, he moved in close to the new owner, and he began to unbutton his vest. When he was finished unbuttoning the vest, he turned his back to her as he began to remove it. Slowly, he turned back to face her and he draped the best over her shoulder. He pulled it off of her slowly as he moved his body closer to hers..... Brushing up against her hip before dropping the best to the floor and placing a hand on her other hip Her eyes taking in this intimate performance with a smile. She did find that she liked this dancer the best and began letting ideas slither through her mind about him. When he moved in closer to her head tilted a little to look deep into his eyes. As his hand found her hip her hand slithered fingernails softly down his chest. His eyes stayed focused right on here. He wanted her to know that he was not intimidated by her. His hand on her hip pulled her closer to him, and as she ran her finger down her chest, he had a feeling that he was making progress on getting the position she had in mind for him. He was going to be the lead dancer, because he was the best, and he had the best body. He knew it, and he was certain that she knew it. Furthermore, he began to grind on her thigh. The proximity of such an incredibly hot woman had him aroused....the feel of her thigh against his groin aroused him even more. I've to be careful about too much arousal on your part... Her voice almost a seductive purr. She had been a dancer for longer than she cared to remember, and he was just starting. No one in this town knew about her history as a dancer and that was for now good. Her hand moved from trailing a fingernail down his chest to link a finger in a belt loop of his pants helping pull his grinding in a little closer. So... I get the... distinct... impression you want that job... But... Maybe... That's not all you want... Now, is it? Letting his pulling her closer help her stand from the desk and with a perfect dancer undulating against him her other hand moved to grip the back of his neck. He smiled at her. Yes, he knew this was his boss, but he had the distinct feeling that he had a little more say in what was going on than she really would care to admit." I definitely want the job. I didn't know, however, that I was auditioning for anything else. Of course, if there is something else I have an opportunity to go for, I most certainly would be interested in it." He smiled at her as she pulled him closer to her and stood up. Both of his hands held her hips and pulled her closer to him. His hands moved to her perfect ass. Yes, he knew that he was pushing the envelope, but he was determined to let her know that he was not a push-over. He fixed his eyes on hers, which were mesmerizing..... Wondering how far she would let this go. Anything else... Might require more than someone like you would be willing to do... Or who knows you might fall in line for it... Guess time will tell. She was feeling that tinge of her more dominant side begin to slither through her mind... She saw him on his knees before her even in this office as she smiled. For now though I believe you have a dance to finish, don't you? Her hand on the back of his neck gripped a little grabbing his hair as she smiled. Joe enjoyed the proximity to his boss. "You don't know what I am willing to do to get what I want. Maybe there are no limits to what I would do." When she mentioned that he had some dancing to do, he began to move his body against hers as she placed her hand behind his neck and grabbed his hair. He moved his hands from her hips and slid them up her sides a little as he moved his body down hers, and then back up again. He was determined to show her that he was the right man for the job. After moving his hands up her sides, he moved them back to her hips. Then, he moved his hands so that his fingers brushed over her perfect ass...staring into her eyes...smiling. She returned his smile as she watched him dance again. Her imagination was running away with ideas of that broad chested strong man naked before her on bended knees or on her bed tied down blindfolded with no clue where or when her affections would land on his body. And you have no idea what I might want from you. Looks like time will be holding some adventure after all in this new club purchase. He decided he was not going to stop. He could see from the look in her eye that she was up to something. All Joe knew was that this hot woman was the new owner of the club. He had no idea about anything else in her background, so, he was of the mindset that just because she had money was not a reason for him to be worried about her. He moved her away from the desk and began to dance around behind her. She had not objected when his fingers had brushed over her ass, so, he was pushing the envelope. Dancing behind her, his chest to her back, pressing himself into her ass before moving down her body so that his face was right at eye level with that perfect ass. He then slowly moved back up, his chest rubbing her ass and then continuing to move around her body until he was back in front of her again. She glanced back and down her eyes following him back up then to see him in front of her again she was enjoying this private dance and could not wait to see what all he was inclined to test there with her. Time mattered little to her and with such a late night job she highly doubted it mattered to him either. Joe was actually enjoying himself as he danced around the new owner. He had decided to dance for the money but was starting to think that the dancing would actually be something he was going to thoroughly enjoy. How bad could it really be to have the attention of beautiful women focused on him; especially someone like the boss? As he continued to dance in front of her, he made eye contact with her. He was feeling very confident now, and he wondered for a second if he was being too confident. He didn't know anything about his new boss, but he was enjoying giving her a private show, and he was also enjoying that he was getting up close to her body and she hadn't objected at all, yet. He placed his hands on her hips, and he continued to dance...moving down her body. As he moved down his hands slid first to her ass and then down the backs of her thighs. He stayed there and looked up at her. He ran his tongue slowly along her lips and then smiled up at her. Seeing him practically on his knees before her, she licked her lips a little smiling deviously as her hand moved to his hair and briefly gripped his hair keeping his face looking up to her. If he only had any clue her thoughts at that moment. Stretching one leg out and draping in over his arm only to trace her leg down his arm. Her movements surprised him. He was not expecting her to reach down and grab her hair, and he was especially not expecting her to drape her foot over his arm and slide that sexy leg down his arm. He moved his hand to caress the shapely calf of the leg that she had over his arm. Her skin was so soft. Her hand in his hair and his location in front of her had his mind wandering. His body was moving naturally now, and he was enjoying the show he was putting on for the boss. He had a feeling she was too. He wondered if his position had her thinking the same thing that he was thinking. Her eyes stayed on his as she smiled then vaguely pointed to the pants he still wore as she spoke. Want to finish the dance, or should we finish closing up the club? She wanted to get home, but she also wanted more time with him. His actions his dancing his stunning form seeing him on his knees before her. It all had her mind racing over all sorts of ideas "That depends on whether I got the position as the premier dancer. If I didn't get it, then, I want to finish the dance. If the position is mine, it is totally up to the boss what we do. Of course, no matter what, since you are the boss, the decision is totally yours." He stayed in place waiting for her answer. He broke the eye contact and turned his head to kiss the leg she had over his leg. Then, he licked her leg behind her knee before returning his eyes to hers. As he looked up at her, he smiled and licked his lips. Just didn't know how far from the club you had to go to get home...would want to worry any wife or girlfriend with you being late getting home. She smiled as he licked his lips. So many thoughts dancing through her mind as she watched the kiss and lick. She did need to close up shop she did have a little bit of a drive ahead of her, but she was enjoying herself too much to leave just yet. Dance... Her voice soft he had the job she just wanted to see more. Joe stood up in front of her; his face close to hers. He smiled. " There is no wife or girlfriend to go home to. It is just me all by myself." His body was still moving. He reached down between them and unbuttoned his pants, and unzipped them a little. If she wanted a show maybe he should give her the whole show. He turned his back to her and moved back toward her....pressing his ass into her hip. You all alone... I find that hard to believe. When he turned his back and moved back against her, she smiled and let her fingertips move to trace down his arms from his shoulders as she felt him dance against her. She loved how he kept dancing and moving and something deep down wanted to dance too, but she did not dance... Not yet. He took the touching as a good sign. Her nails sliding down his arms sent a shiver down his spine. He looked over his shoulder at the boss. "I am alone, because I choose to be alone. I choose to be alone because I haven't found the right one....yet." He continued to move his ass over her hip. He wondered how far he should go with his performance. Furthermore, he figured he would push it just a little more for now. Furthermore, he unzipped his pants all the way, and then slid them down in the back a little; showing part of his bare ass.....continuing to rub against the boss. Ohh tell me about this... Right one... She leaned close to his ear and with a slight nip almost purred as her more sensual dominance slithered from her lips... Now! Her fingernails and fingertips still slithering over his arms and back. He pressed harder into her hip as he looked over his shoulder at her. "The right one is the woman who has the combination of looks, intelligence and is adventuresome." He then pulled the tear-away pants off...leaving him in only a thong. The thong was not his normal attire, but it was part of the outfit for dancing, since there was no nude dancing. He rubbed his ass down the front of her thigh. "Did I get the job now?" One of them, certainly. My newest premier dancer. Her hands moved to his shoulders as he moved down her body one leg moving over his shoulder. Still facing away from her, he continued to move down her body....his ass still in contact with her leg. When she placed her other leg over his shoulder, he moved his hand to the front of her thigh and ran his fingertips up and down her skin. The touch of her leg over his shoulder made it extremely difficult for the thong to contain his hardening member. He kept his back to her, because he wasn't sure that she would be pleased that he was so aroused simply doing what she had ordered hi to do. However, he thought that it was a testament to her incredible body being against his. Moving her leg so he could stand again she smiled and watched him. She had made a good call and her mind now further set on laying claim to. Very good private dance Joe... Very, very good. So guess we should lock up unless you have more you want to show me. "Thank you, boss. I enjoyed performing for you. There isn't much that you haven't seen. I can take care of locking up for you. Just let me get my pants back on." He moved over to where he had tossed his pants and bent over to pick them up. Her eyes followed him as he went to get his pants. This late maybe you could walk me to my car? He put his pants on, re snapping them. He looked over to her. "Sure, I would be happy to walk you to your car. I wouldn't want anything to happen to my sexy new boss. Let me make sure the front is locked up, and we can leave through the back door." He walked over and picked up his vest and headed out of the office. She collected up her jacket and her purse. She fixed up her hair a little and smoothed out her dress before walking out of the office and locking the office door with the little handcuffs keychain. Turning to wait for him her mind wandered back over the image of him kneeling before her and let that memory dance in her mind with so many devilish possibilities. Joe walked through the club. He made sure the safe was locked and then went to check the front door. Once he was sure everything was secure, he turned off the lights and headed back toward the rear entrance. "Everything looks good boss. I guess the first night is in the books. Hopefully, the club did very well tonight." He followed her out the back door and waited for her to lock the door. Then he walked her to her car. Yes the club did very well. I suspect it always does and now with such an intoxicating new premier dancer I am sure we will do even better. She pointed to the classic black'71 semi Cuba. There we go. So where you s your car or do you need a ride? "Wow, that car is freaking awesome. I love it." Joe looked over her car. It was truly an incredible ride. "I only live a couple of blocks from here. I usually walk it. No need to waste the gas when I can just walk it in a couple of minutes." He walked around in front of the Cuba. "Thanks for the new position boss. I won't let you down." Are you sure you want to walk? Get in show you what she can do. She could feel that sensual dominance clawing to find its place, and she smiled this would be a wonderful new venture in that part of her life. It will not be any trouble... Especially after that dance. Joe thought about riding in the Cuba. "Sure, I would love to see what she can do. I bet she is incredibly powerful." Joe didn't mind that his hot boss was offering to drive him home. He was still aroused from the dance he had performed for her, but he was not going to risk losing his job by coming on to her. Not yet anyway. She smiled and motioned for him to get in with a devious seductive smile. Well Get in then... Joe saw the smile she gave him prior to telling him to get in. He wondered if she was up to something. He got in the car. It was as beautiful inside as it was outside. He looked over the car and its owner. "This is spectacular." He said with a smile. Okay let's go... She fired up the beautiful beast of a car and almost seemed to purr at the sound of the engine. Glancing over at him. So... About any other job you would be interested in Joe? That devious seductive smile still softly curling her lips. "What are you trying to say to me?" He wasn't sure why she would be asking him about another job. Not that being a dancer was his long term career. But he had just spent time auditioning to be the main attraction at the club. "Should I be looking to do something else?" The purr of the Cuba was mesmerizing. She laughed and took off down the road letting the engine turn full open gaining speed as they went. I simply meant some of those smiles and looks much less were not missed Joe that's all. She glanced over with a wink as she pulled to a stop at the red light. Life is too short to not go after what you want. Joe was amazed by the way the Cuba accelerated down the road. The reaction of the power of the car and the power And sexiness of his boss was extremely arousing. "You told me to put on a show and I gave you my best. Of course, it was easy to put on my best show for you." Why is that? Were you hoping that I would melt into one of those screaming undersexed housewives throwing money at you tonight? She laughed a little as she took off from the stop when the light changed. She was so relaxed and natural in this car and in her own place in the world but not everyone else was so she approached any situation with gauging the other person quite carefully. "No, no. I didn't think anything like that at all. I just meant that when you told me to put on a show for you that it was easy because you are my boss and also because you are very beautiful. It makes it easy to dance for someone that is so attractive. I wasn't expecting you to throw money or anything else at me." When she accelerated away from the light, the power of the Cuba was once again evident. What was also evident was that his new boss was very at home in handling the power of the car. He felt that she liked having the power in her grasp. She drove along to each turn he pointed out to her till arriving at his home. She parked the car and smiled looking t him. Well then here we are. Any time you need a ride... let me know. With a wink she smiled that devious smile again before continuing... It is nice to have a dancer with a bit of scruff in the club and stronger build from all the young pretty boy types. She pulled up in front of his place. He was getting ready to get out of the Cuba, although he really didn't want to. He wouldn't mind spending more time with the boss, but that wasn't a decision for him to make." A body like mine comes from hard work. I am not one of the guys that just has a skinny build and goes out and dances. My body is a work of art, that has been sculpted through hard work." Ohh do tell what sort of hard work? Home gym? A day job? She sat back in the Cuba turning to look at him as they talked. She was not really ready to part company quite yet. He was certainly worth loss of sleep in more ways than one, but other ways would be figured out later... or who knows maybe later tonight. "I take classes during the day. I use the gym there several days a week, and I find the time to run every day. I like to maintain my body. Furthermore, I like to look good." He watched as she turned toward him. The form fitting pants made it uncomfortable sitting here with his boss. He found her extremely attractive and so fucking sexy. He was glad she hadn't kicked him out of the car yet. Furthermore, he even thought of inviting her up to his place, but then he thought against it because he was sure that his little apartment was beneath anything she would ever enter. Well... Guess I should let you call it a night then so you can get some rest for tomorrow. She watched him not really wanting to part company but this song and dance might need a few nights to help him loosen up some. She brushed her hair back behind her ear with a smile. Wouldn't want you to oversleep and miss class or the gym. "Ok boss. Thanks for the ride. You never have to worry about me oversleeping or missing anything. I have an internal clock that goes off well before I need to get up. Don't worry about me being ready for tomorrow night either. I will be on my game. You know I will increase the number of private dances the women pay for." He reached for the door handle. He wanted to make a move, but he wasn't sure she would be open to it. After all, she was the boss and she made the decisions. A hand on his shoulder as she stared into his eyes. I have seen the looks... the hesitation... is there anything you want to say? Tell me... Now. That smile was there but so was that sensual dominant edge. I want to know... so sit here and tell me. He hesitated for a second. He knew what she said, but was she just going to get upset if he told her what he was thinking? Furthermore, he wasn't sure if he should make something up to just get him out of the situation. What the hell, he thought. "You are incredibly hot. In fact, I think you are the most beautiful and sexy woman I have ever seen, and if you were not my boss, I would have been trying to make a move on you a long time ago." Oh, really... Well then maybe we should go inside and talk. Though be careful what you wish for you just might gt more than you bargain for. That devious smile seemed to slither into a smirk and her eyes almost spark as she turns the car off and gets out expecting no resistance at all. Lead the way Joe. When she said they should go into his place, Joe hesitated. He didn't really want to have her up to his place. Not because it was bad, but because he knew it was below what his boss was accustomed to. "I am not afraid of what I might get. If you want to go up, we, uh, can... I guess." If you don't want us to talk Joe... say so. I guess even in a new town I can be intimidating. She shrugged and moved back to the car. Though I am accustomed to bachelor domains... and know that most of you are far from having a cleaning crew if that is what you are worried about. Remember I ow clubs like this all over. "I am not ashamed of my place. It is what it is, and it serves me just fine. It is not, however, up to your standards. Someone as incredible and as wealthy as you would not be accustomed to something so modest. However, if you want to come up, I will not say no. In fact, I would say, let's go." Modest can be wonderful too and just because I have several clubs does not mean I live like some pampered heiress. In fact more time than not I live out of a hotel room traveling so a "normal" home is always a welcome change even if it is just a visit. She smiled and motioned for him to lead the way again. Joe got out of the car and walked around to the other side. He pointed the boss toward the entrance to his apartment and followed her to the door. Damn, she is hot, he thought.his eyes roaming down to her wonderful ass. When he opened the door, he placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her inside and up the stairs to the second floor apartment. He did the same when he opened the apartment door. Once inside he said, "here it is...home sweet home." I like it... very comfortable. She smiled as he was very comfortable opening doors for her and the gentle hand as she glanced over to him with a smile. In fact when he placed a hand on her lower back she curled slightly to it with a wink. Well now lets talk... What would you like to know, and what are you willing to be for your boss? He pointed to the sofa and asked her to have a seat. "My mind is spinning right now. I never expected anything like what happened tonight to occur. I am not sure if there is anything I want to know right now, except what it is my boss wants from me. She obviously is interested in something. As far as what I would be willing to do for my boss. Well, she has given me a great opportunity, so, I would be willing to do whatever she wanted of me." He smiled at her and then let his eyes move down over her breasts before returning to her eyes. Sitting down on the couch she watched his eyes with a smirk at their roaming. Time to test the waters so to speak she thought. What if I wanted the absolute obedience 24/7 of a willing pet? One who would travel with me and dance not just as premier dancer at his "home club" but at whatever club I am working with at the time or buying? His eyes went directly to hers. He was a surprised by this, but there was something that heightened his arousal, too. He had never seen himself as being obedient, or as a pet. Furthermore, he sat there quietly for a moment. Furthermore, he owed her for the job, and the travel would be awesome. Furthermore, he was pretty damned sure the sex would be great. "What if I told the boss I would do it?" She moved over to him as her eyes looked him over and smiled before grabbing his shoulders and pulling him in for a strong commanding kiss. In a way sealing her command as she bit at his lower lip pulling it out a little as she backed away from the kiss. Very well... I am more sensual than most when it comes to pets... you will act no different from it simply being a normal day at the club in front of other dancers employees in my office or where ever we are calling home you will however be dressed much like you are right now in just a pair of pants unless I want to see more or less. I do not share my pets with anyone nor do I take on more than one pet at any given time. Now reveal to me what is now mine. Joe listened intently to what his boss had to say. He was not sure what he got himself into, but the kiss she just gave him and her words had him extremely aroused. Mom course, the proximity of her hot body probably had something to do with that, too. Yes, ma'am," he responded, and rose up off the sofa. He slowly unbuttoned the vest, which it didn't seem like he would be wearing anymore. Once it was off, he tossed it on a chair next to the sofa. Then, he moved his hands slowly down his rock hard abs to the waist of his pants. He looked her deeply in the eyes as he unbuttoned and then unzipped his pants. He did not tear them off like he would in a show. Instead of breaking away the snaps, he slowly lowered the pants... Continuing to make eye contact with his boss. After stepping out of the pants, he stood up before her in only the thong. She had already seen him like this, and he was pretty sure she wanted to see more....not that the thong was hiding much. While still looking down at the boss, he slipped his thumbs into the waistband of the thong and slipped it off; revealing his big, semi-hard cock. A hand reached out as a gentle fingernail softly traced from base to tip of the underside of his manhood as her eyes watched his. She stood and stared into his eyes as her hand moved over his chest. Very good. Joe's hard cock jumped as the boss ran her finger along the underside of his big, hard cock. He bit his lip a little; preventing a moan from escaping his lips. He looked into the bosses eyes as she stood before him and placed a hand on his chest. Furthermore, he wanted to reach out and grab her and ravage her, but he didn't do that. Furthermore, he stayed right there in front not of her. She slowly let her arms wrap around his neck and shoulders. Slithering down his arms to guide his arms to her waist. So do you have any questions or requests of this arrangement? He placed his hands on her hips and gripped them firmly as he looked into her eyes. "This is uncharted territory for me. I have never been in such a situation, but for someone as attractive and as sexy as you, I am willing to go with it. I am sure there will be questions I have, but I have nothing at the moment." He pulled her closer to him and kissed her lips. She pressed into the kiss arms wrapping around him and pulling him closer still to her. Deepening the kiss her body curling in against his as one leg moves to wrap around his legs and caress gently along his calf. Breaking the kiss she looked into his eyes a sensual but dominant edge to her eyes as she nipped at his lips and a bit at his chest and neck for a moment before a seductive growl of a command slithered from her lips at his ear. Now... lead the way... we need to get more comfortable... Joe kept his hands on the boss's hips and spun her around; facing the direction of his bedroom. He then took her hand and led her into the room; stopping at the foot of the bed. He then pulled her close to his naked body and kissed her deeply; his hands gliding over her firm ass as his big, hard cock was pressed between them. Pressing into the kiss she let her hands slither and explore with a purr. Eyes falling closed she was pleased with his reaction to her laying it all on the line. It felt strange to feel strong yet tender arms holding her close. A feeling she had missed for a very long time. Breaking the kiss she stared into his eyes for a moment that felt like an amazing eternity before pressing a kiss to his neck and collarbone. Slipping from his embrace turning around she moved her hands to free herself from the dress. She glanced back to see if he would take initiative to help her. The boss turned away from him and reached behind her. Joe immediately stepped close to her and slowly unzipped her dress. As he unzipped the dress he kissed her shoulders, and then he kissed the skin that was exposed as he lowered the zipper. After helping the boss step out of the dress, he carefully laid it on a chair beside the bed. He moved back beside her and placed his hands on her hips and pulled her back to him. He kissed her neck and shoulders as his cock pressed to her perfect ass. Furthermore, he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly b Began to lower them. She turned her head looking back at him with a soft smile pressing back against him. Inhaling softly taking in the scent of him and this place finding it all so simply perfect. One hand reaching back to rest against his thigh as her other hand moved to reach back to caress his cheek gently guiding his face to hers. Joe wasn't sure exactly what she expected of him, but he knew what he wanted to do, and he was going to do it until he was told to stop. As the boss pressed back into him, he moved his hands from her hips up to her firm breasts. He caressed them firmly; his fingers brushing over her nipples. His hands on her wonderful breasts pulled her back closer to him as her hand on his cheek pulled him into her. He kissed her; softly at first. Mother kiss got deeper as his hunger for her grew even more. His hands caressed her breasts more firmly as the kiss deepened. She wanted to see what initiative he was comfortable taking. She was very pleased with him thus far and was enjoying the build up till she could unleash and truly have fun with him. The kiss deepening was heavenly as she turned slightly but not wanting to interrupt his hands either as her hand on his thigh moved its way to his firm hunger as she began to caress him as well just as he was caressing her breasts. Eventually breaking the kiss she looked into his eyes she purred and moved from him stretching out on the bed as she finally spoke. Come here... Now The kiss was incredible. Her breasts were perfect, and he loved having his hands on them. If this is what it meant to be the boss's premier dancer, he was going to be just fine with it. In fact, he was more than fine with it. He was going to enjoy it tremendously, because his boss had a body that was incredible. When she broke the kiss, and stepped away from him, Joe once again allowed his eyes to move over her wonderful body. He watched her crawl onto his bed and spread out. When the boss ordered him to come to her, he did exactly what she said. So what else are you well-trained in other than dancing? She smiled a hand reaching to caress through his hair and along his face. Staring deep into his eyes as she reclined there on his bed pulling him close. What other talents does my premier dancer and pet have? Joe didn't say anything as the boss questioned him. He looked down over her wonderful body and thought for a moment how much he was going to enjoy it. Then he reached down and grabbed one ankle and raised the bosses leg. He began kissing at her ankle, and he started to work his way up her leg....slowly. Once he had passed her knee, he stopped, and switched legs. Once again, he started kissing at her ankle and slowly worked his way up; periodically looking to make eye contact with the boss. This time, after passing her knee, he continued up and kissed and licked her inner thigh, before switching and doing the same to the other inner thigh. Her eyes enjoying the show and his stunning form. The scruff on his face and that chiseled body as she smiled her eyes clearly dancing between watching him and studying every movement of his body. So tender and loving... I am very pleased Joe licked higher up her inner thigh; nibbling her flesh as he went. He slid his hands under her firm ass and dug his fingers into her flesh. As he caressed her ass, he dragged his tongue flat across her silky lips. He repeated the lick, this time looking up and making eye contact with the boss. He moved his hands up her body and cupped her perfect breasts as he licked her pussy again, this time with his tongue party her lips. The taste of her nectar was incredible, and he wanted to slip his tongue inside her, but he resisted the urge. He continued to lick; each one ending with a flick of her button. She watched every move intoxicated by each lick of his tongue. Her lips parting in a soft gasped sigh as her eyes sank into his. Her body slowly moving in sensual pleasure with every lick and caress. Back arching to press her breasts firmly against his hands her hips arching slightly to press into his licks and her hands moving to let fingertips dance through his hair. Joe slid his tongue between her folds and slowly moved deeper into her tight, wet pussy. His fingers played with her nipples as his tongue began to explore her. He reveled in her nectar and began to move his tongue in and out of her pussy in slow, deliberate movements. The way she pressed her hips to him told him she was enjoying his treatment. As he tongue fucked her pussy, he pressed his nose against her clit...rubbing it back and forth, before he pulled his tongue from her pussy, and sucked her button into his mouth. Her hands tightened in his hair as she tilted her head to watch him. That more dominant edge slithering into her actions with him as she gripped his hair dictating more how his head moved or where it lingered. Yes a very talented tongue and clearly a hunger for pleasing The way she gripped his hair and guided his head told him that she was particular in what she wanted. His tongue circled her clit as he sucked on it. He was going to make sure that he pleased his boss. He loved being between her legs, and he loved sucking on her clit. Then, he took her clit in his teeth. He pulled it lightly, and flicked it with his tongue. Her hips pressed against him more as her body began to respond more and more to his affections. Her eyes falling closed in sheer pleasure. Furthermore, her body arched and undulated as a gasp slithered from her lips. A gentle half-hearted pull wanting him to continue but wanting to explore more of what he can do. Joe continued to pull on the boss's clit as his tongue flicked and circled it. He moved his hands from her tight ass to her perfect tits and began to caress them... rolling her erect nipples between his fingers. He was pretty sure from her reaction that the boss was enjoying the way he was treating her. Furthermore, he was absolutely certain that he was enjoying eating her silky pussy. Furthermore, he felt her pull at him, but he did not change what he was doing. Furthermore, he wanted her to cum all over his face. Hips undulate pressing more against his clearly eager mouth and tongue. She tilted her head up to watch him with thoughts of riding him to sheer exhaustion. Her hands shifting their decision and began to hold him firm in place as her body arched and rippled more and more at his affections

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Yu-Gi-Oh! Virtual Duelists! (Reality Duel Zone)

Even though Virtual Duels have dominated the Dueling World, there are still many Duelists that prefer engaging in local duels within Reality be they in Riding Duels or Standing Duels, many wage battle for fun, position in life and sometimes for their lives. Whatever the reason, sometimes a face to face challenge is needed and more often then not is as intense if not more so then a Virtual Duel. She nodded and took a deep breath, "Very well, I just dueled for fun I did not mean to put any of your buddies in ridicule or anything like that. However, I see there is no talking with you, so I will just continue on. I draw my sixth card" she let out a smile as she nodded, "Very well lets start, I will set a card on defense mode and put two cards in my magic/trap zone". She looked at her set cards and nodded, she felt confident with these cards for a good start. "I end my turn, let's see what you got". Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide (in hand: 31 Monster in Defense. 2 set M/T8000LP0 Card in GY "As you wish. I do hope I won't disappoint however as I get quite the thrill of a strong opponent." Drawing his card he would look it over and then looks to her field and then the cards in the magic and trap zone." I'll also set one monster in defense mode and then that shall be all for me." He said simply enough as he would keep his hand advantage just to keep her guessing at what he had actually drawn and what might be there waiting for her.LP: 8000Field: One Set Monster Graveyard: Empty Banished: Empty She nodded and smiled, "Well thank you for the compliment, I draw a card". She looked at the card and set it on her M/T zone. I summon my little friend known as Natural Mantis. This little guy it's very fun to play with, you see only by discarding a monster card from my hand I can negate any normal summon you make and destroy it". The hologram of a little and very cute mantis appeared as it began to lick her own 'arm'. "Now Natural Mantis attack that face down card" the little mantis smirked and jumped on the air slashing the face down card. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide PendingNaturia Mantis (1700/1500) to Face down defense positioned card.1 Card in Defense Mode3 Cards into M/T Zone2 Cards in hand8000 LP0 Cards in GY "Pity..." The monster attacked was a UFO turtle a weak yet useful monster." Because when this monster is destroyed I can search for any monster that is a fire type with or less than 1500 attack points and special summon him to the field. And I choose another Flame Ruler in attack mode!" Another monster appears upon the field at that moment ready for the battle at hand. His hand rests at his side waiting for the battle phase to end since she had no other attackers now. She grinned once he summoned the other monster, a fire deck this would prove to be a fun challenge indeed. She looked at her hand and nodded with an evil smile on her face, "I am done for now, I end my turn". The mantis jumped back into her duel zone and continued to lick her leaf arm. She knew a lot of fire decks, only one could bring her problem if she did not draw the card she needed soon enough. His eyes narrow a touch at what he had drawn and then calmly merges it with his hand. His eyes glance down to his remaining hand of six cards and then says"I'll sacrifice my monster to bring out this card from my hand. My most powerful of beasts, the Sacred Phoenix of Depths!" That brilliant bonfire rose into the air and then bursts into the majestic fire bird which threatens to engulf her natural world. However, he was probably in for a very crude reminder since he had just normal summoned a monster. Sacred Phoenix: 2400/1000 She shook her head, "Are you dumb or something? I use my Natural Mantis effect, by discarding my Natural Butterfly I am able to instantly destroy your phoenix and turn it into dust". The mantis jumped up to the air and gave out a very loud screech toward the phoenix. Miku smirked as she looked at him, "Don't underestimate the little guys NEH?". "My goodness you are rude. And you should really do your homework again if you're going to be a dueling teacher." He would watch as his monster was destroyed by the effect of nature and his graveyard starts to burn brightly before dying out." He'll be back shortly. In the meantime I play this card. Dark Hole." The monsters were completely wiped out if she didn't do anything to protect her little friends. She was about to speak and just shut up, "You are right, that was very rude from my part I have no idea what came over me". She bowed to him showing respect and smiled, "I admit I was rude and hope you can forgive me for it, will never happen again". Furthermore, she knew when to apologize obviously still having ways to go herself. When she saw the dark hole she shook her head and threw all her monster cards to the graveyard, "Good moves to back up the small error". She smiled not really seemed to worry about her duel at the moment she still had a couple of things left on her sleeve. "Then I'll lay one card down and then end my turn like that." He said simply enough a hand of three unused cards and four cards in his grave already. His eyes quietly watch her in contemplation before he says"You are forgiven for your transgressions"LP: 8000Field: No Monster, One Face Down Jace took a glance over towards the duel in progress as he prepared for his own, bringing his duel systems up. While not much of a duelist he did have excellent gear. "Ladies first." Drawing his hand Jace wasn't entirely happy with his hand, but what are you going to do? Anyway, he'd go second. If nothing else the only other duel he had he went first, so it'd be a good experience. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide8, 12, 30, 1, 11 ([DuelDisk.exe initialized. . [Loading Deck1.dm. . [Connecting with Duel Academy server. . The Slider's hologram fizzed a bit, before a Duel Academy red disk appeared on her arm, with a deck already loaded into it." In that case, I'll take you up on your offer and go first." The girl glanced down at her deck as first five cards, then a sixth, floated up into her grasp. There were benefits to being a hologram! Draw Hand and Card 25, 6, 16, 38, 40As opposed to Jace, the adorable Slider smiled at her drawn cards." This'll do nicely for the time being. First thing, does I activate the Field Spell Card Gaia Power, which makes all Earth monsters gain 500 Attack, at the cost of 400 Defense." Setting that card onto the field, their half of the hologram arena was turned into a grassy field with a giant shining tree off in the background. Quite peaceful, to be honest!" After this I'll summon Marauding Captain, and use his special ability to also summon a Spell Striker, both in attack mode! Two face down cards hit the field, and I'm done!" Wow! She just dropped almost her entire hand in one turn! The monsters were pretty weak, but the Gaia Power helped make that Marauding Captain stay up to snuff, which kept Spell Striker relatively safe. ResultsLife Points: 8000Hand: 1 Card Field Spell: Gaia Power Monster Zones: Marauding Captain (Attack Mode), Spell Striker (Attack Mode)Spell/Trap Zones: Face down Card, Face down Card Hm, good draw. Those two face downs could be a problem, and the field spell would get remarkably annoying very quickly. "Very well, I draw. Now I'll activate Mystical Space Typhoon I just got and destroy your Gaia Power field spell, then I summon Goblin Elite Attack Force in attack mode to destroy your now weakened Spell Striker." The winds tore up the admittedly nice scenery, followed a goblin in full-plate armor with a bastard sword appearing and swinging at Spell Striker, before switching to a guarded stance. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide8000 LP Draw (Cards in Hand Goblin Elite Attack Force on field (summoned attack, switched to defense at end of BP)1 card in GY The girl frowned at losing her Field Spell, but having her Spell Striker be attacked wasn't so bad." I don't think so! Marauding Captain, you know what to do!" The girl pointed with her hand, as the Marauding Captain leapt into the path of the Goblin Elite Attack Force's attack in order to take one for the team." Marauding Captain has another special ability, and that is that while he's on the field, no other Warrior-type monsters can be the target of your attacks!" Results (Assuming everything goes through)Life Points: 7000Hand: 1 Card Graveyard: Marauding Captain, Gaia Power Monster Zones: Spell Striker (Attack Mode)Spell/Trap Zones: Face down Card (S), Face down Card (C)(I labeled the cards to differentiate) "My mistake, now Goblin Elite Attack Force switches to defense position and I end my turn." Jace had forgotten that Marauding Captain had two abilities, rather annoying ones at that. Hm, the direct hit to his life points would be annoying. At least the attack was back down to 600 from the 1100 with Gaia Power. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Life Points: 8000Hand: 4 Cards GY: Mystical Space Typhoon Field: Elite Goblin Attack Force (Defense) Draw she called up another card. . And smiled. That'd make things interesting!" First things first, I reveal a trap card: Call of the Haunted! This brings my Marauding Captain back from the graveyard, in Attack Mode. He's a persistent little guy, don't you think?" The two-sword swinging human faded back into being next to the little cartoon warrior. . Only to have a woman in armor appear next to him as well, as the Slider played another monster in attack mode." That's followed by the Command Knight! And as long as any monster exists on my side of the field, she's protected from battle. That's not the part you should be worried about though. The part where she gives all my warrior monsters +400 Attack points is what should worry you!" Especially since with that, both Marauding Captain and Command Knight were strong enough to kill the Goblin Elite Attack Force while it was in defense mode!" Alright, Marauding Captain, go get your revenge! Attack the Goblin Elite Attack Force! Everyone else, attack directly once those goblins are off the field!" All of a sudden, there was a lot of humanoid warriors attacking! StatusLife Points: 7000Hand: 1 Card Graveyard: Gaia Power Monster Zones: Marauding Captain (Attack Mode 1600), Spell Striker (Attack Mode 1000), Command Knight (Attack Mode 1600)Spell/Trap Zones: Face down Card (S), Call of the Haunted (Marauding Captain)Marauding Captain attacks Elite Goblin Attack Force. 1600 vs 1500 = 100 overflow damage! Spell Striker and Command Knight deal 2600 damage directly! Quote from: Laughing Hyena on 22-12-2011, 07:46:50"Then I'll lay one card down and then end my turn like that." He said simply enough a hand of three unused cards and four cards in his grave already. His eyes quietly watch her in contemplation before he says "You are forgiven for your transgressions"LP: 8000Field: No Monster, One Face Down She giggled and drew a card, looking at it, she nodded more to herself than anything before looking at the cards on her hand. "Very well then, I summon Natural Horn needle in attack mode. This little girl it's very nice, if I sacrifice a Natural monster on my side of the field I can negate the special summon of any monster and destroy it. With no monsters on your side of the field I see your clean except for that face down over there. However, this is too good of a chance to miss, so I will attack you directly". The monster seem to fly off and point the stinger in his direction as she flew to him at high speed". Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Pending: Natural Needle (1800/0)/ Opponent directly Cards in hand 1Cards in GY: 33 Cards in M/T Zone8000 LP(He shields himself from the attack of the Natural Monster."I'm not done yet." His life points had taken a large hit, but he was not out of the game just yet. His eyes focused upon what was the situation and then towards the enemy in front of him as the Natural Beast flies back alongside its mistress. He hadn't used the face down to save himself for some reason which meant it was a bluff, or he was not going to waste a card on a single monsters attack." The chink in your offense will become revealed soon enough."LP: 6200 She smiled and nodded, "I know, I am not perfect by any means my friend I do make mistakes and my hand wasn't the greatest to begin with". She looked at the bee in front of her and smiled, "Good girl" she obviously loved every one of her cards. Her main strategy still wasn't revealed which meant she still had time for when the phoenix made his comeback. She has been defeated with her Natural deck before, but she did not really care she was in the game for the thrill of it. "I end my turn with that" she smiled at the guy knowing that he knew the basics of a duel she just wondered what else his deck had in store for her. "I admit mine was not either. However..." He draws and looks at the card." During my Standby Phase the Sacred Phoenix's effect kicks in. When destroyed and sent to the Graveyard by a card effect, it can be Special Summoned back to the field! So rise from the ashes and let the flames consume out fields!" As it happens the Sacred Phoenix bursts forth from the field and starts burning all the spells and traps on the field including his own. His eyes had to be shielded from the flames and then within that light his monster was back." And your monster cannot use its effect since it can't tribute itself."LP: 6200Hand: 3Field: Sacred Phoenix Graveyard: UFO Turtle, Flame Ruler, Sacred Phoenix, Dark Hole, Destruct Potion She smiled and nodded, "Yup good little phoenix". She giggled as she looked at her card and just sighed, the phoenix wasn't small at all, and she was practically wide open for an attack at her life points aside from the hornet blocking some of the damage. She looked at the card on her hand and sighed, she needed something fast otherwise this could go badly for her. "However I'm not done yet. I play a magic card, Mist Body! By attaching this equip card to a monster it cannot be destroyed by battle. Meaning that there's no way to get rid of the Phoenix without activating its effect. Phoenix, return the favor and destroy Natural Horn needle!" The monster rises up into a power dive and swoops down over the cute little hornet turning it quickly into ash from its purifying flames and taking a chunk of her life points with it. 600 to be exact." And that will end my turn."LP: 6200Hand: 3Field: Sacred Phoenix, Mist Body (On Phoenix)Graveyard: UFO Turtle, Flame Ruler, Sacred Phoenix, Dark Hole, Destruct Potion She growled once she saw her magic and trap cards go down the drain. The attack hit her, and she had to back away a bit but quickly composed herself. She took a deep breath and nodded sending all cards into the graveyard this kid was good. She smiled looking at the phoenix and laughing out loud, "Good finally a worthy challenge. Let's get this done and over with. I draw" she looked at her card and started laughing, "Is this fate?. I summon my little friend, Natural Butterfly". Just then a very cute and little butterfly appeared in the field with only 500 attack points. "With that I end my turn". (in Hand: 1Naturia Butterfly face up ATK. Cards in GY: 7Lp: 7400("Looks like you actually trust your deck. Good. Because I do as well. I draw!" He draws the card and has a peek at it before he then says"I'll lay a card face down then summon the Hand of Nephews! Then attack your monster with the Hand of Nephews and then my Sacred Phoenix will follow in suite. Sure the first attack would get negated, but she could only do this once per turn and when the Sacred Phoenix attacks again, she won't be able to do it again. Meaning her Natural Butterfly is destroyed in attack mode, and she will suffer 1900 life points of damage. Which should bring the score to an even stalemate.LP: 6200Hand: 2Field: Sacred Phoenix (2400/1600), Hand of Depths (600/600), Mist Body (On Phoenix), Face Down Magic/Trap Graveyard: UFO Turtle, Flame Ruler, Sacred Phoenix, Dark Hole, Destruct Potion She giggled and shook her head, "It is not that I trust my deck, I do but..... I am afraid of my real deck and the power it holds". She discarded one card from the deck to the graveyard and took the other cards damage almost fully. She groaned and went to her knee before smiling, "That deck.... did you ever question one of your friends as to why they were so pissed off and depressed at me?". Furthermore, she played a couple of people with her other deck and all of them were left cursing and with cut and bruises. Furthermore, she smiled looking at him and taking a deep breath, "I know you can beat this deck, a couple of your friends did before we entered the same conversation we are doing right now and demanded me to play with my real deck". ((Keep track of your Life Points))He didn't answer as he initially as he then says"Enlighten me then. I end my turn." He said simply enough as he would not show signs of being smug or superiority but rather self-confidence." Shall we continue?" He said content to continue the duel and awaits her next card. His eyes glance to her field and what he planned to do upon the next turn." Why are you afraid of yourself?" She smiled and shook her head, "No, not myself but the damage it caused already". She drew a card and looked at it, taking a deep breath she looked at him, "I set a card face down in defense mode and with that I end my turn". Furthermore, she sighed not much to do right now anyway at least that card would provide some support until the main guy appears. Furthermore, she looked over at him and took another deck, the deck had an odd feeling to it, "The reason why I am so afraid of this deck is simple, if you don't beat me in your first turn there is a very high possibility that I will win". Furthermore, she smiled looking at him and taking a deep breath before readying herself for the attack that was soon going to come from him as she placed away her other deck. (5500 Cards in hand 11 Card in Defense mode0 Cards in M/T8 cards in GY "Dare I ask what damage that deck has done already? It sounds interesting." He would look at the card in hand, he had drawn and then would quietly exhale slowly." I play my second Hand of Nephews and by attributing the other one with her effect I can Special Summon straight from my deck my second Sacred Phoenix!" Upon this revelation his second monster rises up from the deck taking flight and joining his double alongside the nameless obelisk duelist. His eyes narrowed calmly looking over the battlefield for the moment."It's time for battle. Sacred Phoenixes take flight and shatter her defense! And attack directly"The first phoenix would try and destroy her card whilst the other would wait to go after her life points directly if possible. She shook her head and sighed, "Well only scars and bruises, but I am afraid it can kill someone if I am not careful". She looked at the second phoenix and her eyes went wide, "Nice I like beautiful monsters". The first monster died, and it revealed to be a rectangular monster, "I activate Natural's Cliff effect. When he is attacked and sent to the graveyard I can search my deck for a level four or lower natural monster and summon it in face up attack position".(searched her deck and smiled, "I summon Natural Butterfly which I will activate her effect for the second attack, by sending a card from my deck to the graveyard I can negate the attack". She sent a card from her deck to the graveyard and smiled having survived that assault.("Impressive counter. During my Battle Phase I'll activate it. Call of the Haunted! This trap card allows me to revive one monster in my graveyard and place it in attack position. If the card is destroyed or the monster is destroyed, the other goes with it. And the monster I choose is my UFO turtle. And since It's still in the Battle Phase that means it can attack as well! So your Natural Butterfly... is gone." The battle phase has ended with her with once again a clear field. And with her backed against the ropes it was only a matter of time before the duel was his. Now then..." My turn is over for now. I see now. You're a psychic duelist just like the Black Rose Witch from the history books." Hand: 2Field: Sacred Phoenix w Mist Body *(2400/1600), Sacred Phoenix (2400/1600), UFO Turtle with Both (1400/1200), Mist Body, Call of the Haunted. Graveyard: Flame Ruler, Dark Hole, Destruct Potion, Hand of Nepththys x2 She looked at the butterfly get destroyed, and she could not help but to growl, she drew a card and looked at it. Right now there was no way of winning, and she had only one card on her hand that could do anything. "I activate the card mystical space typhoon to take care of your call of the haunted. I also set a card face down in defense mode and with that I end my turn. No I am not a quick dueler like her there is no other way to explain it than to duel with it thing that I truly hate however the cards picked me". She smiled knowing that next turn will be the decisive turn otherwise she would be out of things to use. (5500 Cards in hand 01 Card in Defense mode0 Cards in M/T10 cards in GY "Psychic. Its pronounced "Psychic". And what do you mean the cards chose you?" He asked as he would draw another card. His call of the haunted and UFO turtle were back in the graveyard. Blinking a few times he had to admit his cards did seem to react to him strongly in this duel." My card is the UFO turtle. In attack mode!" Now for the coup de grâce..." Time for battle once more. I attack your face down with the second Sacred Phoenix then attack directly with the rest of my monsters!" He had to wonder if he was being a bit too ruthless with his dueling, however she seemed to bear no ill about it. Regardless, he was determined to see this game through. Hopefully it wouldn't be another monster with a surprise on the other end. Hand: 2Field: Sacred Phoenix w Mist Body *(2400/1600), Sacred Phoenix (2400/1600), UFO Turtle (1400/1200), Mist Body Graveyard: Flame Ruler, Dark Hole, Destruct Potion, Hand of Nepththys x2, Call of the Haunted, UFO Turtle The face down blew up, and the other two monsters hit her directly sending her a couple of feet back. "That was a strong hit, However I am still alive, barely". She looked at her life points which were 700. Smiling she looked at her deck and she hoped that this time her fate was with the cards. She looked at him waiting for him to finish up his turn, "Don't make fun of my accent... Those cards are very difficult to use, and I was the first one to use them correctly so they kinda stuck with me through my wins, somehow I think that the cards wanted me to use them, weird, huh?" "Not mocking you by the way. Hmm... Sounds a touch odd. But It's safe to say this duel is almost over. No cards in hand and you only have one turn left." He said ending his turn upon that declaration and leaving the field as it is. He was confident that this was essentially over. Furthermore, he controlled the field, and he had two cards in hand whilst she had none. More than enough moves to counter her but nothing is ever set in stone.(You are below 4000 LP and losing. Destiny Draw is activated) She looked at her deck and sighed, "Common deck do something for me". She drew her card and could not help but to smile, "I play the magic card, swords of revealing light. This magic card does not allow your monsters to attack for three turns". She smiled and backed away, "Well your turn hon".("Amazing faith... Bravo. And now it's my move." He draws and then would think things over." I place one card face down then switch my UFO turtle to defense mode then end my turn." He was legitimately impressed that she managed to draw the very card needed in order to stall him. It seems she had a ton of faith stored into her deck and as such it responded to her pleas. However, three turns might not be enough for her to get what she needed to survive. Hand: 2Field: Sacred Phoenix w Mist Body (A) (2400/1600), Sacred Phoenix (A) (2400/1600), UFO Turtle (D) (1400/1200), Mist Body, Spell/Trap Card (FD)Graveyard: Flame Ruler, Dark Hole, Destruct Potion, Hand of Nepththys x2, Call of the Haunted, UFO Turtle She looked at her deck and sighed, "Well here goes.... I draw". She looks at the card and sighed, not the card she needed. "I end my turn for now" she cursed herself that she was fixing the deck the night before and took out some cards that apparently made the deck what it was. With her eyes closed she looked over at him and smiled, "I don't think I have the cards left to win, I took some cards last night and those were the ones I need now".HP: 600 Cards in hand 00 Card in Defense mode0 Cards in M/Swords of revealing light (1)11 cards in GY "A shame. Then it's a good thing there was no wager upon this duel." He would draw once more looks the card over then adds it to the hand"I end my turn and this is the second round of the swords effect upon me. One more of my turns and I am able to attack once more." She sighed and drew a card, her eyes went wide as she just began laughing. "Apparently the deck wants me to keep stalling. I play the monster card, Natural Beans and I attach him the spell card called Mist Body. With that I end my turn" she grinned looking over at him, she had few cards left on her deck so she needed to make a strategy and fast.HP: 600 Cards in hand 0Naturia Beans (100/1200)Mist Body attached to Natural Beans. Swords of revealing light (2)11 cards in GY His eyes ooh upon the card he had drawn and then looked up." This duel has indeed ended. I play Polymerization and I fuse the UFO turtle in my hand with the monster Thing in the Crater. Fire and Metal give birth to a new wonder of the world so rise up ultimate beast of flame! I fusion summon Blaze Felix the Burning Bombardment Bird! In attack mode!" Now there were three majestic fire birds upon the field with this one looking like the biggest one of the bunch with blue flames and a black body made of flame." By not attacking with this monster I can activate its special ability. An ability that counts the cards down in your field and deals direct damage. Specifically 300 life points per card on your field. I count three cards.... for a total of 900"LP: 6200Hand: 1Field: Burning Felix (2800/2300), Sacred Phoenix w Mist Body (A) (2400/1600), Sacred Phoenix (A) (2400/1600), UFO Turtle (D) (1400/1200)Mist Body, Spell/Trap Card (FD)Graveyard: Flame Ruler, Dark Hole, Destruct Potion, Hand of Nepththys x2, Call of the Haunted, UFO Turtle x2, Polymerization, Thing in the Crater She groaned once she saw the third bird arrive, closing her eyes she waited for the blast that it did not wait long for arrive. Soon she was on her knee as her life points finally went down to 0. Smiling she took her deck and placed it back on her purse, "You did good guys". She stretched her back and approached him offering her hand for him to shake, "Very good duel, I will challenge you again once I put my cards how they were before, will you accept?". He took up her hand with a calm manner to him"I shall look forward to it. I see that nothing breaks your spirit. That's good." Come when ready and we shall have the rematch. Giving a slight bow to her, he would head out of the holodeck field seeing as how there was nothing else of interest... Well besides the other duel taking place between a non student and a holographic slider red student. Wincing as he took 2600 damage and his goblins were sent to the grave, "Hm, didn't expect Call of the Haunted or the Command Knight, probably should have expected something to come up. Very well if you are done now I draw. Next I play another Mystical Space Typhoon to destroy your Call of the Haunted and send your Captain once again back to the graveyard. Then it's time to summon Archfiend Soldier in attack mode to destroy Spell Striker." Hm, his draws weren't to great so far, but hopefully that would change. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Draw (Points: 5600Hand: 3 Cards GY: Mystical Space Typhoon x2, Goblin Elite Attack Force Field: Archfiend Soldier (attack mode 1900) The girl sighed, shaking her holographic head. There he went, killing off her Marauding Captain again, and now in came an Archfiend for her Spell Striker." Well, fortunately I take no battle damage when you attack Spell Striker, so even though you killed it my life points are safe for the time being." Seems her other face down wasn't going to be used to protect her creature. She groaned as she reached for him, "W. Wait.... they want to duel you....". When she looked at him two symbols appeared on her eyes. Groaning she looked at him and smiled, "This is rare, they seem to find you worthy of a challenge". She took her deck and shoved it on her duel disk, "I challenge you to a duel". She smiled at him as her eyes seemed to be somewhat different with those symbols on them. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide "Hm, I'm getting curious as to what that face down is. Very well, now I end my turn." Chances are it was something that would totally screw him, but he'd have to wait and see. Draw girl drew a new card. . And frowned."Oh, dear. Not exactly as useful as I was hoping for. Oh, well! Command Knight goes into Defense Mode. After that, I guess I'll end my turn." The swordswoman took a defensive stance, revealing a fairly high 1900 Defense. That was enough to keep it safe. . . For now. StatusLife Points: 7000Hand: 2 Cards Graveyard: Gaia Power, Marauding Captain, Spell Striker, Call of the Haunted Monster Zones: Command Knight (Defense Mode 1900)Spell/Trap Zones: Face down Card (S) Jace frowned as well as he draws his card. "Very well, I summon another Goblin Elite Attack Force in attack mode to destroy your Command Knight. Now Archfiend Soldier attacks directly for 1900 damage and my Goblins switch to defense mode, I play a face down and end my turn." Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Life Points: 5400Hand: 3 GY: Mystical Space Typhoon x2, Goblin Elite Attack Force Monster Zone: Archfiend Soldier 1900 (A), Goblin Elite Attack Force 1500 (D)Spells/Traps: 1 Face down Draw girl flinched away as she took some real damage this time, before drawing a card. A bit of thought, and she revealed. . A Mystical Space Typhoon from her hand." If you can do it, I can too. I destroy your face-down card with Mystical Space Typhoon!." StatusLife Points: 5100Hand: 2 Cards Graveyard: Gaia Power, Marauding Captain, Spell Striker, Call of the Haunted, Mystical Space Typhoon, Command Knight Monster Zones: Spell/Trap Zones: Face down Card (S) "I suppose that's my karma come back for me." Jace frowned as he sent his Magic Cylinder to the grave. Quote from: Miku on 23-12-2011, 05:26:39She groaned as she reached for him, "W. Wait.... they want to duel you....". When she looked at him two symbols appeared on her eyes. Groaning she looked at him and smiled, "This is rare, they seem to find you worthy of a challenge". She took her deck and shoved it on her duel disk, "I challenge you to a duel". She smiled at him as her eyes seemed to be somewhat different with those symbols on them. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide as he stopped when she touched him upon the arm then asked for the rematch here and now. Turning about he took a look at her eyes and then quietly steps back and reactivates his duel disk using his deck as before as it served him so well. He was interested in her challenge"Very well. I accept your challenge. Since you lost this last duel you choose who goes first." He drew his five cards and made ready for her choice. "Yep! Now I'm setting one monster face down. . And that's it. Sadly." StatusLife Points: 5100Hand: 1 Cards Graveyard: Gaia Power, Marauding Captain, Call of the Haunted, Command Knight, Mystical Space Typhoon, Spell Striker Monster Zones: Face-Down (Defense)Spell/Trap Zones: Face down Card (S) "I'll draw, next I'll tribute Goblin Elite Attack Force to summon Camus The Shadow Monarch and use his special effect, when tribute summoned I can select one card on the field and destroy it, and I choose the only monster you have on the field leaving you wide open. Now both Camus and my Archfiend Soldier, attack!" Jace was starting to really get into this, it felt damn good when things came together. Now hopefully that face down wasn't Mirror Force or something similar... Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Draw (Points: 5400Hand: 2 Cards GY: Mystical Space Typhoon x2, Goblin Elite Attack Force x2, Magic Cylinder Field: Archfiend Soldier 1900 (A), Camus The Shadow Monarch 2400 (A) "W. . Wait a minute!" That confidence seemed to just leak right out of her, as Camus removed her creature from the game. . . Which was unfortunately the Dark monster The Immortal Bush, dealing 1000 damage to her. When the other two blows hit her, she staggered, as she was dropped down to negative life points, killing her in one rush! She didn't even get a chance to play her tricky cards!"The. . That was mean!" She looked at her deck and then at him and calmed down, the runes on her eyes vanishing. "I draw, I put a card face down in defense mode, and then I set a card in my Magic and Trap zone". She was looking far more determined than before as she grinned, her eyes looking at him as her attitude changed, "I end my turn with this move".8000lp4 cards in hand1 card in defense mode1 card in M/T zone (will roll again one time since one of those rolls repeated itself ("Then I'll match your move. I set one card face down and then one monster in defense mode and end my turn." His eyes were calm as he took the duel much more seriously when she was playing in this more confident personal. It's like she wasn't even the same person anymore.LP: 8000Hand: 41 set monster1 card in M/T Zone She looked at the cards on her hand and smiled, "I draw... First off I activate from my hand the magic card known as Card destruction. With this cards effect we both send the cards we have on our hands to the graveyard and draw that many cards". She grinned ready to throw the cards she had to the graveyard and draw new cards unless he had something to counter that move with.("Not so fast. I play a trap card. And its one of my favorites. Ultimate Offering! With this card I can normally summon on your turn a monster from my hand at the cost of 500 life points each. Of which I activate right now!" He would then set two other monsters at the cost of -1000 life points. Before he then sends the remaining two cards into the graveyard and then draws two new cards." Now you may continue."LP: 7000Hand: 23 set monster Ultimate Offering She threw three cards into the graveyard and drew another three cards. (I am keeping score of the cards here if you wish to see the roll) "This is an interesting draw, first I activate Mystical Space Typhoon which allows me to destroy Ultimate offering". She smirked pushing a button on the duel disk and the other face down card was revealed, "I play Monster Reborn, with this I am able to summon a monster for either graveyard. I summon a little guy known as Sulfate" the image of a horse appeared on the field.("Now I attack, BuildFax attack the last face down card he placed" He began to charge towards the face down card.ATK pendingGuildfaxe of the Nordic Beast (1600/1000) - Face down1 Face down defense mode0 Face down cards (MT)4 cards in GY Monster Reborn, Sulfate of the Nordic Beasts, Card Destruction, March Toward Ragnarök The monster in question was the UFO turtle. Destroyed his effect activated sending another monster in ATK mode from his deck. The monster he chose would be Flame Ruler. Who rises up in a jet of flame juggling fireballs in his hand with a stern look matching his owner." Pity my trap was destroyed so easily, but I suppose that it cannot be helped." His eyes looked over towards her monster and then to the fact that she had not yet used that face down monster yet. Leading him to believe it a much more dangerous threat." Is your turn-over yet?"LP: 7000Hand: 22 set monster, Flame Ruler (A) (1500/1600)Graveyard: Light and Darkness Dragon, Thing in the Crater, Ultimate Offering She grinned and nodded, "I put a card down in my M/T Zone and with that I end my turn". The image of a face down card appeared as she hugged her chest with a smile on her face. The field was set she only needed one mistake from him. Her eyes looked at his as she looked at her hand and took a deep breath waiting for him to make his turn.8000 HP1 BuildFax of the Nordic Beast (1600/1000)1 Face down defense mode1 Face down cards (MT)3 cards in GY Monster Reborn, Sulfate of the Nordic Beasts, Card Destruction, March Toward Ragnarök He drew his card and then looks at it for a moment checking the field for the moment. If she had an effect waiting to destroy his monster then he knew what would happen. His monster would be gone and that would be, unfortunately. However, to bring out his prized monster might be worth the chunk of life points lost. She also had three cards down and knew with her monster she was going for some kind of synchro summon." I sacrifice my flame ruler for my Sacred Phoenix of Nephews! Take flight!" The phoenix would rise up and then take to the field in like a majestic entity of heaven itself. His eyes looked to her face down wondering what she would do with it now. It was a matter of fortune whether she could block one or all of his monsters because he knew she probably had prepared now that she knew what was in his deck.LP: 7000Hand: 22 set monster, Sacred Phoenix (A) (2400/1600)Graveyard: Light and Darkness Dragon, Thing in the Crater, Ultimate Offering, UFO turtle She grinned as she looked at the phoenix rise up and waved at the creature, "Hello pretty bird". Not seem to be afraid of it at all she looked at him with a smile on her face as she waited for him to declare attack or just end her turn. Either way it went she knew what would happen next turn, "So handsome are you going to attack me or just keep staring at my cards?". She grinned hugging her chest as she looked at him a huge grin on her face. "I flip summon my hand of Depths and activate her effect sacrificing her and my second UFO turtle to bring forth a second Sacred Phoenix to the field from my deck!" Now he had potentially the ability to deal tremendous damage here and hopefully keep her on the ropes. If he chose wrong then obviously there was going to be problems, but he couldn't just let her go unattended on the field just because of a face down." I'll then enter battle and have my phoenixes attack your monsters!" The first phoenix goes straight for the Guild axe and then for the face down card. He didn't know what was under that face down, but it made sense to attack the exposed card first so that he could perhaps clear her attack mode monster and work about the surprises in store for him with the face down monsters.LP: 7000Hand: 2Sacred Phoenix (A) (2400/1600), Sacred Phoenix (A) (2400/1600)Graveyard: Light and Darkness Dragon, Thing in the Crater, Ultimate Offering, UFO turtle (x2), Hand of Depths She grinned as the monster died and she received some damage. However, as the second monster was hit it revealed to be a goat, "At this time I activate the effect of my face down monster, when he is destroyed and sent to the graveyard I can summon two tokens on the field, both level three and with 0 attack and defense". She grinned, now everything was set on her turn she would use her face down card to get the better of this damn duel and most likely control over it. "Well are you done my friend?" she grinned as she waited patiently for him to finish the duel.("Should have known about that but I'm not worried. My deck is ready for it. I play one card face down and let us see what you can do." He said still full of confidence. His eyes focused and remained stead fast upon what was going to happen next. Now it was a matter of his deck coming through for him at this critical juncture.LP: 7000Hand: 2Sacred Phoenix (A) (2400/1600), Sacred Phoenix (A) (2400/1600), One Face Down S/Graveyard: Light and Darkness Dragon, Thing in the Crater, Ultimate Offering, UFO turtle (x2), Hand of Depths "Before your turn it's over, reveal face down card. Call of the haunted I revive my little horse now it is my turn, draw". The horse came back and she drew a card. She looked at the field and her hand, "I tune up all three of my monsters... May the road to Asgard open... may the heaven bring down with his mighty hammer to punish all those who oppose him. Come down from the heavens.... The polar star god, THOR". (then the earth started shaking, both of her eyes changed up to appear the same symbol as a huge man with a hammer started going down. "Thor it's a mighty god, he can negate the abilities of all faces up monsters on the field. Now Thor Attack one of his phoenixes with THUNDER PILE". So that was the reason she was so confident. She had it set up for a synchro summon no matter what he pulled Impressive to be sure, but it was no an impossible scenario to deal with. However, he had to admit no direct force would matter in this regard. However, he needed the right card in order to deal with it. However, his Sacred Phoenix's were not able to deal with such force... One of them was already blasted backwards with his hands shield him from the backlash that followed." My Sacred Phoenix! No!" His effect wouldn't go off like this... that much was obviously: 5900Hand: 2Sacred Phoenix (A) (2400/1600), One Face Down S/Graveyard: Light and Darkness Dragon, Thing in the Crater, Ultimate Offering, UFO turtle (x2), Hand of Depths, Sacred Phoenix. She just giggled as she saw the phoenix finally blow up like she wanted. She smirked her eyes set on his as he studied his reaction, so if she blew the phoenix with an attack it would not come back, that was good to know. Furthermore, she set another card face down in her M/T zone, "I end my turn".8000 HP1 Thor, Lord of the Air (3500/2800)1 Face down defense mode1 Face down cards (MT)cards in GY Monster Reborn, Sulfate of the Nordic Beasts, Card Destruction, March Toward Ragnarök, Call of the haunted, Tanngrisnir of the Nordic Beasts, Sulfate of the Nordic Beasts, Mystical Space Typhoon. He draws and then says"I adjust my remaining Sacred Phoenix into defense mode lay one card face down and end my turn." His eyes narrowed still holding the same confidence and sure nature of his deck coming through for him as always. His hand wasn't complete, but he was not losing his faith.LP: 5900Hand: 2Sacred Phoenix (D) (2400/1600), Two Face Down S/Graveyard: Light and Darkness Dragon, Thing in the Crater, Ultimate Offering, UFO turtle (x2), Hand of Depths, Sacred Phoenix. She nodded and saw him going at the defensive. She looked at Thor and smiled drawing a card from her deck and looking at it. "I set a card face down in my Mt zone. Thor you know what to do, attack his other phoenix with Thunder pile". It was just a matter of time before he succumbed to death and Thor had one or two abilities that she did not tell her opponent, obviously.8000 HP2 Cards in Hand1 Thor, Lord of the Air (3500/2800)1 Face down defense mode2 Face down cards (MT)cards in GY Monster Reborn, Sulfate of the Nordic Beasts, Card Destruction, March Toward Ragnarök, Call of the haunted, Tanngrisnir of the Nordic Beasts, Sulfate of the Nordic Beasts, Mystical Space Typhoon. The monster is destroyed, and now his field was completely bare for the moment. His eyes however did not show the kind of fear her usual opponents do as he continues to work out what to do." I'll lay a card face down..." He would narrow his eyes now still radiating confidence. He had a plan, and he was using his D-Visor constantly to scan the field and let data come up on his display. Furthermore, he could probably last one more turn, but that was it. After that it was going to be all over." Bring on your assault Thor."LP: 5900Hand: 1Three Face Down S/Graveyard: Light and Darkness Dragon, Thing in the Crater, Ultimate Offering, UFO turtle (x2), Hand of Depths, Sacred Phoenix (x2). She grinned and drew another card, "I put another card face down in my M/T zone and I guess you will receive a very good beating right about now. POLAR GOD THOR, Attack my opponents life points directly with Thunder Pile". She smiled as the giant man with a hammer rose his hammer up and landed it directly down on top of him.8000 HP2 Cards in Hand1 Thor, Lord of the Air (3500/2800)1 Face down defense mode3 Face down cards (MT)cards in GY Monster Reborn, Sulfate of the Nordic Beasts, Card Destruction, March Toward Ragnarök, Call of the haunted, Tanngrisnir of the Nordic Beasts, Sulfate of the Nordic Beasts, Mystical Space Typhoon. He was thrown off his feet and then off the holodeck from the attack lying still for a moment as he would pull himself up slowly. Either he was an extreme masochist or he was unwilling to give up despite all of this. His eyes narrowed as he would place his fingers over his deck and silently inhales. His eyes were shut for the moment and then opening his eyes he speaks"My turn!!!" Looking at the card he would look on." I promise you that this turn Thor will fall!" He would then activate one of his face downs"Trap activate! Call of the Haunted! I summon from my graveyard the UFO turtle!"(Destiny Draw)LP: 2400Hand: 2UFO Turtle (1400/1200), Call of the Haunted (On UFO Turtle), Two Face Down S/Graveyard: Light and Darkness Dragon, Thing in the Crater, Ultimate Offering, UFO turtle (x2), Hand of Depths, Sacred Phoenix (x2) She grinned, "No so fast, activate face down card Solemn Judgement. When this card it's activated I can negate just about anything by paying half of my life points". She whimpered as she went on her knees as her chest seemed to hurt for a moment before standing right back up, "I negate the activation of your call of the haunted". She looked at him with a smile on her face and a calm look to her.(He looked rather calm now considering what had just happened." Trap Activate! Call of the Haunted! I special summon from my deck my second UFO turtle!" He had a second one down!?" You were a bit too quick on that one!" The second UFO turtle arises ready to do whatever it was that he wished to do. His eyes were focused, and he waited to see if she could counter this as well. With two other face downs of hers on the field its quite possible she had a mirror force but at this point there was little to be done about it. However, she did make it a bit easier on him inadvertently....LP: 2400Hand: 2UFO Turtle (1400/1200), Call of the Haunted (On UFO Turtle), Call of the Haunted Graveyard: Light and Darkness Dragon, Thing in the Crater, Ultimate Offering, UFO turtle, Hand of Depths, Sacred Phoenix (x2), Call of the Haunted She smiled not really all that shocked, "I could take care of that as well, but I am rather curious as to what you have in mind. Be careful though I will give you a fair warning, kill the son and the father will take his place" she grinned looking at him with a determined look. She knew that she had this game on the bag even if she killed Thor she had a few surprises for him already set down. "Well? Shall you continue?" she grinned her eyes looking at his and the big menacing Thor looking down at him as well. He activated the very last face down he had on the field then."Indeed, I shall. I use the magic card Polymerization. I fuse my Molten Zombie in my hand with UFO Turtle to create Ignition Beast Vol cannon! This monstrous combination of machine and volcanic monster is born, and soon its turrets focus straight upon Thor"I activate his effect right now. See I'm allowed to target one of your monsters and destroy it. Sure my monster will also get destroyed, but you will take damage equal to Thor's ATK strength!" His heart was going as he rode the thrill of this duel out. She finally saw the kind of familiar exhilaration going from him. Losing though he may be the man looked like he was ecstatic.LP: 2400Hand: 1Field:Graveyard: Light and Darkness Dragon, Thing in the Crater, Ultimate Offering, UFO turtle, Hand of Depths, Sacred Phoenix (x2), Call of the Haunted (x2), Ignition Beast Vol cannon, Polymerization She began to move her finger from one side to the other, "Activate Thor's first effect, once per turn I can negate the activation of any skill on all monsters you control". Thor's eyes shined, and the monster quickly calmed down, "As if I was going to let you do that". She looked up at Thor and smiled, "Good boy". She looked at him to see his reaction and how he was going to react gameplay wise. Thor's effect wasn't happening." Far too late for that... I checked the rulings on Thor it turns out its effect is an ignition effect. Meaning it can only be activated on your own turn!" Volcannons attack would definitely go through because of that meaning Thor was gone and so was a good chunk of her life points.(Miku if you want to contest this do PM me and if I'm wrong then I'll retract the post as a lot of rides on it.) (I did check now and your right)She cursed as Thor blew up, and she received very hefty damage to her life points. With only five hundred life points remaining she started laughing out loud. Her eyes looked to be one of pure evil, "are you done?" the roof over them began to get cloudy, "You have no idea what you just did, you just ensured your downfall. I repeat are you done?". "Not even close. There's still one more move I can make from my hand. I play monster reborn! Guess which card I'm after!" Soon enough she was staring down her own prized monster. Only now it was on his side of the field." Recognize the digital frame? You should see how it's your best monster. And I should remind you... My battle phase hasn't kicked in yet." No wonder he was one of Obelisk's top students. He was precise and ruthless in his moves and willing to go all out against an opponent when he had to.LP: 2400Hand: 0Field: Thor (3500/2800)Graveyard: Light and Darkness Dragon, Thing in the Crater, Ultimate Offering, UFO turtle, Hand of Depths, Sacred Phoenix (x2), Call of the Haunted (x2), Ignition Beast Vol cannon, Polymerization, Monster Reborn She could not help but to laugh, her laugh was dark and very, very strange. "Fine come to me Thor, bastard you betrayed your mistress. However, this is the most fun I had in a long time with this deck" she looked at her face downs and grinned, "Are you attacking or just singing the happy song?". "So this is your true nature is it?" His eyes her two face downs... if she had something like magic cylinder then that was it. If she had mirror force that was it... And lastly there was no hand anymore for him. If he did something now then there was nothing he could do. Secondly her face down monsters were, unable to be attacked to get at her life points. He had to make a choice.... It took him all of ten seconds. Settling his exhilaration down he would look on over at her sternly his emotions starting to sober up." This is why you are scared of the deck. Because it turns you into this? Sad... I expect more from a dueling teacher. With an attitude like that. How can you expect to be a teacher?... I end my turn." There was a time for offense true but now wasn't it. He would let her make the choice and if he lost, he wanted to be able to keep his head high. She grinned and shook her head, "sorry, handling one it's okay but handling three.... well you can get the idea. I draw" she looked at her hand and calmed down before setting another card on the field in her M/T zone. "I guess there is not much else I can do, I end my turn". She calmed down as she looked at him, "I want to become a teacher, but that does not mean I am perfect by any means, I still had doubts I still have fears like any other human being. Go on your turn let's see how you handle his power".500 HP2 Cards in Hand0 card in monster zone3 Face down cards (MT)cards in GY Monster Reborn, Sulfate of the Nordic Beasts, Card Destruction, March Toward Ragnarök, Call of the haunted, Tanngrisnir of the Nordic Beasts, Sulfate of the Nordic Beasts, Mystical Space Typhoon, Thor "We will indeed I suppose. I draw and then place one card face down on my field. And then I end my turn." With such little life points remaining there was little one could do about all this. She was behind by far... His hopes were that she could not flush him out within the net turn or so. Maybe by then he'll work out a way to take the rest of her life points out.(Miku can activate Destiny Draw if she hasn't already)LP: 2400Hand: 0Field: Thor (3500/2800)Graveyard: Light and Darkness Dragon, Thing in the Crater, Ultimate Offering, UFO turtle, Hand of Depths, Sacred Phoenix (x2), Call of the Haunted (x2), Ignition Beast Vol cannon, Polymerization, Monster Reborn She drew a card and looked at it, this was going on for too long, and she was getting tired of it. She needed to stop this soon enough, "I place another card in my M/T zone and I end my turn". She thought that by having more and more sets on the field she could wait for the card to turn this all around if she did this duel would be over. He drew once more and then sighs again"I'll also place one card face down to end my turn with." Still nothing from his deck, but hopefully he could turn this around if he got another turn. Hopefully... It was all going to come down to these last few turns. And he knew it. It was a matter of who could clear the others field first and who had the better field.LP: 2400Hand: 0Field: Thor (3500/2800), Two Face Down S/Graveyard: Light and Darkness Dragon, Thing in the Crater, Ultimate Offering, UFO turtle, Hand of Depths, Sacred Phoenix (x2), Call of the Haunted (x2), Ignition Beast Vol cannon, Polymerization, Monster Reborn She drew the card and the biggest smile could not have happened, "I play the magic card, Dark Hole. With this card I can destroy every monster on the field both yours and mine". She looked at him, her eyes showed that she was slowly getting control of it as she let out a smile to him, "Do you have something to counter that?". She looked at him and hoped that he had nothing otherwise the duel could drag on more than she wanted to.500 HP2 Cards in Hand0 card in monster zone4 Face down cards (MT)Dark Hole in placards in GY Monster Reborn, Sulfate of the Nordic Beasts, Card Destruction, March Toward Ragnarök, Call of the haunted, Tanngrisnir of the Nordic Beasts, Sulfate of the Nordic Beasts, Mystical Space Typhoon, Thor "I don't." He said simply enough. He was hoping that card would not have come up, but it did. Nothing that could be done as she would get Thor back more than likely during the end phase and now more than likely shed go on the offensive. She nodded, "during the end phase of my turn, by removing a tuner monster with the words Nordic beasts I can revive Thor to my side of the field. I also inflict 800 of direct damage to your life points by doing that. Unless you draw something useful, next turn you will be defeated". She looked sad as she looked at him, he had such a fire in him. "With this I end my turn" she backed away looking at Thor back on her field.500 HP2 Cards in Hand Thor, (3500/2800)4 Face down cards (MT)cards in GY Monster Reborn, Sulfate of the Nordic Beasts, Card Destruction, March Toward Ragnarök, Call of the haunted, Tanngrisnir of the Nordic Beasts, Sulfate of the Nordic Beasts, Mystical Space Typhoon, Dark hole He would skid back from the blast of his life points being sundered once more. Staggering back to his feet he would look on as she ends her turn like that. Her End Phase was the cause of the cause of why he could not get past Thor directly." Alright then. I draw... and then reveal my two face down cards! Reckless Greed! With these two cards, I can draw four times from my deck at the cost of skipping four of my draw phases. Two draws from each of them! I now have a complete hand once more and five cards meant to take down Thor once more!" He would then play a magic card that has a pot hovering over the Graveyard." Next up I play the Pot of Avarice. With this I can pick five monster cards and add them to the deck, reshuffle then finally draw two cards from my deck."LP: 1600Hand: 6Field:Graveyard: Thing in the Crater, Ultimate Offering, Sacred Phoenix, Call of the Haunted (x2), Ignition Beast Vol cannon, Polymerization, Monster Reborn, Reckless Greed (x2), Pot of Avarice She smiled as she watched him get back to his feet, "You are a good dueler, you have heart and that is the only thing needed. I can see why you are such a good student" she smiled looking at him and not being afraid at all, his full hand meant he had a chance to destroy Thor which was good, but her trap cards were designed to stop anything that came her way. She looked at him and waited for him to make his next move with a smile on her face. As a duelist he rather goes with a fight then to simply surrender and as such he brought everything he had to bear now. His cards came to him so there had to be a reason why those ones showed up..." I play Dark Hole! Seems as though we seem to match each other move for move on occasion..." A black vortex opens up threatening to swallow her monsters up. If he played this right then she couldn't stop it. Maybe... She looked at Thor and waved, "CYA at the end of his turn Thor". She giggled as she saw Thor vanish in front of her eyes. Looking back at him, she looked again at the cards on her field for now she was safe. She looked at him and smiled waiting to see what he would do before Thor came back out again. He'd have to do what he could to get past her traps... and the only way to that is to go straight through her." I play Flame Ruler in Attack mode! Now it's time for combat!" His eyes narrowed as this was the moment. If he couldn't get past her lines of defense her monster would win the match for her regardless of what he does now. According to her graveyard she had one tuner monster left within it supposedly. The other was sent to the banished pile, removed from play... So... She could only revive Thor one more time." Flame Ruler! Attack her directly!"LP: 1600Hand: 4Field: Flame Ruler (A) (1500/1000)Graveyard: Thing in the Crater, Ultimate Offering, Sacred Phoenix, Call of the Haunted (x2), Ignition Beast Vol cannon, Polymerization, Monster Reborn, Reckless Greed (x2), Pot of Avarice She pointed at one of the faces down cards, "Reveal face down card, call of the haunted. Guess who is coming back!" she pointed at the sky and the same trembling of the ground started happening at Thor began to come back down from the heavens. "If you destroy call of the haunted he will be gone as well but for now I think this is a good block to my life points don't you think?". "So it would seem. I'll throw a face down and that will do it for me." His eyes narrowed a touch as he couldn't make a move without getting past Thor. For now that was all he could do yet why is he still smiling at her?" I end my turn."LP: 1600Hand: 4Field: Flame Ruler (A) (1500/1000)Graveyard: Thing in the Crater, Ultimate Offering, Sacred Phoenix, Call of the Haunted (x2), Ignition Beast Vol cannon, Polymerization, Monster Reborn, Reckless Greed (x2), Pot of Avarice She drew a card, "My turn, draw". She looked at her cards and sighed, she had been holding a card in her hand for quite a while and still she could not play it. She looked at his field, an attack, and it will all be over however why she was still hesitating?. Furthermore, she took a deep breath and looked at him, "I summon the monster Tanngrisnir of the Nordic Beasts in attack mode". Once again the goat appeared on the field next to the very imposing Thor. "The game it's over, Thor attack his Flame Ruler with Thunder pile". Thor raised his hammer up and brought it down on the monster," Tanngrisnir attack his life points directly" the goat seemed to just go charging towards him as she hoped this would be done and over with. His eyes opened up when she actually summoned another monster." I activate my trap Torrential Tribute! Since you summoned a monster this card activates and destroyed every monster on the field once again! Including my own!" Flame Ruler was gone but so was Thor and Thunder Pile." You fell for my bluff. So I'm still alive if only barely." He knew the second the End Phase ends that was going to deal 800 more damage and put him down to his last few points. He couldn't draw any more cards for four turns so all he had was the few cards in his deck.LP: 1600Hand: 3Field:Graveyard: Thing in the Crater, Ultimate Offering, Sacred Phoenix, Call of the Haunted (x2), Ignition Beast Vol cannon, Polymerization, Monster Reborn, Reckless Greed (x2), Pot of Avarice, Torrential Tribute, Flame Ruler Her eyes went wide as she saw the face down card, "You had that? Hahahaha fun fun fun". She threw Thor and the other monster to the graveyard. "Due to his effect and due to the fact that I still have one tuner in my graveyard he comes back making a great entrance at the end of my turn. Thor came back and inflicted 800 points of damage to the guy. "With that I end my turn, and thank you this is the most fun I had in years especially with this deck". She grinned looking at him and knowing that he could not draw, it all depended on the cards he had on his hand. "Pity. I don't have anything else... except this." His eyes narrowed. He wanted to go out on his terms and he wasn't about to merely surrender the duel. His spirit was not broken, but he did accept that this time he could not possibly win." I play Spirit of Flame's in attack mode! I have to special summon him however by removing one Fire Monster from my graveyard. It's time to end this fight! He was seriously going to attack with the weaker monster and end the duel like that rather than wait a turn and let it end like that. Spirit of Flames would be defeated, and his life points would drop to zero. But at the very least he would have been able to say he came closer than any duelist did to defeating that deck and went down swinging.LP: 0Hand: 2Field:Graveyard: Ultimate Offering, Sacred Phoenix, Call of the Haunted (x2), Ignition Beast Vol cannon, Polymerization, Monster Reborn, Reckless Greed (x2), Pot of Avarice, Torrential Tribute, Flame Ruler Banished: Thing in the Crater She looked at him making the suicide move and sighed. Walking up to him, she extended her hand to greet him, "That was an amazing duel, the gods are pleased with you, apparently. The other two monsters were far more dangerous than Thor and I could not have the chance to play them, pity I guess Odin and Loki will have to wait for another time. One thing came out good from the match, I now have more control over them and for that thank you". She smiled looking at him and then placing her deck back into her deck box and turning off her duel disk and visor. "Unfortunately not every duel can go my way. I can see your true strength." He would take up her hand kindly as he would then add"I'm sure that rematch is still going to happen. Be ready for it." He said still with the fire within him. It clears why he had a fire deck, he was quite passionate even if it was amazingly tempered like steel." I shall not take up more of your time though. Thank you for accepting my challenge." That was probably one of the closest duels he had ever played, and honestly he loved how close it had been. Several comebacks and more nail-biting moves. Simply amazing. It's a shame there wasn't a bigger group because that was intense. She nodded, "Just hit me up, anytime anywhere I will accept your challenge". She shook his hand and turned around, she had no idea what to do now that the duel was over with. Furthermore, she could just go home and worked on her Natural deck making it like it was before. Furthermore, she hummed as she left the location with no real direction at the moment. Rune looked around, scratching his head. "What the... How'd I get here?" He said, noticing Game standing across from him. "Oh well, let's duel!" Rune drew the six cards from his deck and snapped his fingers, smiling. "Alright, strong go from the start. I'm going to start off by setting a monster face down. You're up!" Hand 5Vice Dragon (42), Soul Exchange (6), Freeborn Frog (3), Vice Dragon (44), Mystical Space Typhoon (14), Möbius the Frost Monarch (20) Field: 1 face down Graveyard:LP: 8000/8000Information, do not read! Freeborn Frog set LP: 8000/8000Hand: 2Graveyard:0 Removed from Game:0Field: [Empty Slot][Empty Slot] [Empty Slot] [Ky coo] [Empty Slot] [Empty Slot]ATK 1800[Empty Slot] [Face down] [Face down] [Face down] [Empty Slot]Game stood opposite to Rune, duel disk ready to go. "My draw now" In a dramatic fashion Game drew his 5 starting cards plus the card for his turn. " Lets see. Powerful starting hand. I begin with Ky coo The Ghost Destroyer in attack mode, then 3 cards face down." The Dark monster rose from the image of the card as the first face up monster of the duel. " Ky coo go! Attack his face down monster." Rune shielded himself as the monk destroyed his face down monster. "Aw, not cool man." He said, drawing. "My turn then. Thanks to Freeborn Frog's special ability, I can special summon him right back to the field! He's not sticking around for long though! I sacrifice Freeborn Frog to special summon Vice Dragon!" Hand 5Vice Dragon (42), Soul Exchange (6), Mystical Space Typhoon (14), Möbius the Frost Monarch (20), Apprentice Magician (31) Field: Vice Dragon (44), (2000/2400)Graveyard: Freeborn Frog (3)LP: 8000/8000Information, do not read! LP: 8000/8000Hand: 2Graveyard:0 Removed from Game:0Field: [Empty Slot][Empty Slot] [Face down] [Ky coo] [Empty Slot] [Empty Slot]ATK 1800[Empty Slot] [Face down] [Face down] [Face down] [Empty Slot]Game stood waiting for an attack, but it didn't come. Drawing his card," With my turn, I place a monster face down and end my turn." Rune drew another card. "Well, what do you say we sit in for the long haul?" He said. "I place another card face down. And, thanks to Freeborn Frog's special ability, I get to special summon him back! Putting him in defense mode. Also switching Vice Dragon to defense! Your turn again." Hand 5Vice Dragon (42), Soul Exchange (6), Mystical Space Typhoon (14), Möbius the Frost Monarch (20), Apprentice Magician (31) Field: Vice Dragon (44) (2000/2400), Set Card, Freeborn Frog (3) (100/100)Graveyard:LP: 8000/8000Information, do not read! Set: Spirit Reaper (300/200) (35) LP: 8000/8000Hand: 3Graveyard:0 Removed from Game:0Field: [Empty Slot][Empty Slot] [Face down] [Ky coo] [Empty Slot] [Empty Slot]ATK 1800[Empty Slot] [Face down] [Face down] [Face down] [Empty Slot]"Long haul, huh? I'm guessing you aren't getting what you want." Game drew his card, "Don't take too long then. I end my turn with nothing." Rune drew again, grinning. "Hah! Alright, time to kick this game up a level! I play Mystical Space Typhoon, targeting your middle face down spell. Next, I play Soul Exchange and sacrifice your Ky coo and my Frog to summon Möbius the Frost Monarch in attack mode. I'll finish the sweep by using his special ability to destroy your other two face down spells." Hand 5Vice Dragon (42), Apprentice Magician (31), Vice Dragon (43) Field: Vice Dragon (44) (2000/2400), Set Card, Möbius the Frost Monarch (20) (2400/1000)Graveyard: Mystical Space Typhoon (14), Freeborn Frog (3) (100/100), Soul Exchange (6)LP: 8000/8000Information, do not read! Set: Spirit Reaper (300/200) (35) LP: 8000/8000Hand: 3Graveyard:71. Ky coo The Ghost Destroyer2. Seizures Armor3. Tiki Curse4. Damage Condensor5. Nordic Relic Brisingamen6. Forced Back7. Hand Destruction Removed from Game:0Field: [Empty Slot][Empty Slot] [Face down] [Empty Slot] [Empty Slot] [Empty Slot][Empty Slot] [Empty Slot] [Empty Slot] [Empty Slot] [Empty Slot]"Still no attack, I guess me one face down monster is making you nervous." Game laughed as he drew his card. "Here's a bit of magic for you. Hand Destruction! With this both of us discard 2 cards from our hands and then draw 2 new cards." Tossing his cards he drew the replacements, "I'll end it there." "Worried? Me? Never!" Rune said as he discarded two cards from his hand and drew another two, followed by a third. "And once again, Freeborn Frog comes back to the field! You just can't get rid of the little guy. But he's not staying around for long, nope. Because I'm sacrificing him again to summon a second Vice Dragon in attack mode. Next, I'll switch my first Vice Dragon to attack mode and attack that face down." Hand 0 Field: Vice Dragon (44) (2000/2400), Set Card, Möbius the Frost Monarch (20) (2400/1000), Vice Dragon (43) (2000/2400)Graveyard: Mystical Space Typhoon (14), Freeborn Frog (3) (100/100), Soul Exchange (6), Vice Dragon (42), Apprentice Magician (31)LP: 8000/8000Information, do not read! Set: Spirit Reaper (300/200) (35)Face down magic/trap zone:Chain Whirlwind (41), Monster Reborn (9), Spell Reclamation (59) Game revealed his face down monster, Sagan. Easily crushed by his opponent's monster. "With Sagan sent to the graveyard, I can choose a monster from my deck and add it to my hand." Game braced himself for his opponent's remaining attacks. "Alright then! Sorry I have to do this, but it's time for some pain. First, Vice Dragon makes his attack for two thousand damage directly to your life points! Next, Möbius makes his charge for two thousand four hundred life points of damage! With that, I end my turn." LP: 3600/8000Hand: 1Graveyard:91. Ky coo The Ghost Destroyer2. Seizures Armor3. Tiki Curse4. Damage Condensor5. Nordic Relic Brisingamen6. Forced Back7. Hand Destruction8. Dark Horus9. Monster Reincarnation Removed from Game:0Field: [Empty Slot][Empty Slot] [Empty Slot] [Face down] [Empty Slot] [Empty Slot][Empty Slot] [Empty Slot] [Face down] [Empty Slot] [Empty Slot]Game drew his card for the turn, "I can't take another hit like that. A little defense against history, A play Monster Reincarnation. I discard Dark Horus, to take back Sagan from my graveyard." Game then placed two cards face down, "I end here." "My draw." Rune said, placing a card in his hand. "I'll place one card face down and end my turn." Hand 0 Field: Vice Dragon (44) (2000/2400), Set Card, Möbius the Frost Monarch (20) (2400/1000), Vice Dragon (43) (2000/2400)Magic/Trap: Face Down | Face Down | Face Down | Face Down | Face Down Graveyard: Mystical Space Typhoon (14), Freeborn Frog (3) (100/100), Soul Exchange (6), Vice Dragon (42), Apprentice Magician (31)LP: 8000/8000Information, do not read! Set: Spirit Reaper (300/200) (35)Face down magic/trap zone:Chain Whirlwind (41), Monster Reborn (9), Spell Reclamation (59), Widespread Dud (45) LP: 3600/8000Hand: 1Graveyard:81. Ky coo The Ghost Destroyer2. Seizures Armor3. Tiki Curse4. Damage Condensor5. Nordic Relic Brisingamen6. Forced Back7. Hand Destruction8. Dark Horus9. Monster Reincarnation Removed from Game:0Field: [Empty Slot][Empty Slot] [Empty Slot] [Face down] [Face down] [Empty Slot][Empty Slot] [Empty Slot] [Face down] [Face down] [Empty Slot]Game took a deep breath, "I'll place two more cards face down, and end it there." Rune drew again. "I'll set another card face down defense and end my turn." Hand 0 Field: Vice Dragon (44) (2000/2400), Set Card, Möbius the Frost Monarch (20) (2400/1000), Vice Dragon (43) (2000/2400), Set Card Magic/Trap: Face Down | Face Down | Face Down | Face Down | Face Down Graveyard: Mystical Space Typhoon (14), Freeborn Frog (3) (100/100), Soul Exchange (6), Vice Dragon (42), Apprentice Magician (31)LP: 8000/8000Information, do not read! Set: Spirit Reaper (300/200) (35), Spirit Reaper (300/200) (36)Face down magic/trap zone:Chain Whirlwind (41), Monster Reborn (9), Spell Reclamation (59), Widespread Dud (45) LP: 3600/8000Hand: 2Graveyard:91. Ky coo The Ghost Destroyer2. Seizures Armor3. Tiki Curse4. Damage Condensor5. Nordic Relic Brisingamen6. Forced Back7. Hand Destruction8. Dark Horus9. Monster Reincarnation Removed from Game:0Field: [Empty Slot][Empty Slot] [Empty Slot] [Face down] [Face down] [Empty Slot][Empty Slot] [Empty Slot] [Face down] [Face down] [Empty Slot]Game drew his card and looked over the field. Slightly agitated at the lack of action, "I end my turn." "My draw." Rune said. "And I'm going to end my turn. Man, this is starting to get boring. You want to try doing something?" Hand 1 Möbius the Frost Monarch Field: Vice Dragon (44) (2000/2400), Set Card, Möbius the Frost Monarch (20) (2400/1000), Vice Dragon (43) (2000/2400), Set Card Magic/Trap: Face Down | Face Down | Face Down | Face Down Graveyard: Mystical Space Typhoon (14), Freeborn Frog (3) (100/100), Soul Exchange (6), Vice Dragon (42), Apprentice Magician (31)LP: 8000/8000Information, do not read! Set: Spirit Reaper (300/200) (35), Spirit Reaper (300/200) (36)Face down magic/trap zone:Chain Whirlwind (41), Monster Reborn (9), Spell Reclamation (59), Widespread Dud (45) LP: 3600/8000Hand: 0Graveyard:91. Seizures Armor2. Tiki Curse3. Damage Condensor4. Nordic Relic Brisingamen5. Forced Back6. Hand Destruction7. Monster Reincarnation8. Metal Reflect Slime9. Burial from a Different Dimension Removed from Game:41. Sangan2. Ky coo The Ghost Destroyer3. Dark Horus4. Ally of Justice Cycle Reader Field: [Empty Slot][Empty Slot] [Face down] [Dark Armed Dragon] [Van'Dalton The Dark Dragon Lord] [Empty Slot]ATK 2800 ATK 2800[Empty Slot] [Empty Slot] [Face down] [Empty Slot] [Empty Slot]Game drew his card and thought for a moment. A grin grew across his face, "Here we go, First I activate one of my trap cards, Metal Reflect Slime. This card summons a token to my side of the field with 3000 DEF points, however it won't be staying. I sacrifice both Metal Reflect Slime and my face down Sagan to bring forth Van'Dalton The Dark Dragon Lord!" checking his graveyard to see if the stage was set. " One powerful dragon is not enough for me, I special summon Dark Armed Dragon straight from my hand, with 3 Dark monsters in my graveyard I can simply special summon him to the field." Not forgetting Sagan's special ability he grabbed a monster from his deck. "Keep up now, with my Dark Armed Dragon I can remove a Dark monster from my graveyard to destroy any card on the field. I remove all 3 Dark monsters from my graveyard to destroy Möbius and both your Vice Dragons." "Let me stop you for a moment there pal. Because when you activate you Dark Dragon's effects, I activate my trap card, Widespread Dud! I attach Dud to my Möbius and your Dark Dragon. Now, you can make the choice. Destroy my Möbius and have your Dragon destroyed, or pick another card on the field." "I activate my trap card. Dark Illusion, this negates the activation of a spell, trap or monster effect that targets a face-up Dark monster and destroys said card. Your Widespread Dud is gone." Rune cursed under your breath. "I have nothing else to activate then." "Then unless your face down monsters can withstand 2800 Attack points, there both dead. Each of my dragons will now attack. With that my turn is over." "They both live actually, I reveal my face down monsters; two spirit reapers. Anything else pal?" "My draw then." Rune said, drawing a card. "I'm going to keep my two Reapers in defense mode and switch Vice Dragon to defense, and end my turn." Hand 2 Möbius the Frost Monarch (21), Defender the Magical Knight (28) Field: Vice Dragon (43) (2000/2400), Spirit Reaper (300/200) (35), Spirit Reaper (300/200) (36)Magic/Trap: Face Down | Face Down | Face Down |Graveyard: Mystical Space Typhoon (14), Freeborn Frog (3) (100/100), Soul Exchange (6), Vice Dragon (42), Apprentice Magician (31), Vice Dragon (44) (2000/2400), Möbius the Frost Monarch (20) (2400/1000), Widespread Dud (45)LP: 6800/8000Information, do not read! Set: Face down magic/trap zone:Chain Whirlwind (41), Monster Reborn (9), Spell Reclamation (59)

Yu-Gi-Oh! Virtual Duelists! (Reality Duel Zone)|rating:3.0

Desert Rose [BrilliantDays_MomoPeach]

Afternoon in the desert kingdom of Nasserab was, in the summer, the most physically trying time of day. The air was hot and the sun unbearably bright - but it was home. And it was the perfect time of year for suitors to come calling, seeking the hand of Princess Sarah Tamper, the only child of the reigning King and Queen and heir to the throne of Nasserab. She had just reached her twentieth year which, by Nasserab's standards, was a few years past the age at which she had been expected to marry. Much to the kingdom's chagrin, Sarah had developed a reputation for being exceptionally choosy about the men who courted her, as she had turned away every last one who came to call. Some had gone as far as to call her an ice queen for her lack of interest in her suitors, while others devised possible explanations for her detachment. The rumors of her already having a lover were the most popular ones, but none of them were true. In reality, Sarah, the one and only daughter of the reigning King and Queen of Nasserab, was no one's daughter at all, but rather a son. Born during turbulent times when newborn boys were ordered thrown to the wolves as a countermeasure against future coups, his parents - then lesser royals - had resorted to extremes to keep their child alive. The baby's birth had occurred quietly and privately, and in the end, his parents had managed to convince their sovereign (with the help of the royal vizier) that their child had been born a girl. In their eyes, passing off their son as their daughter was a small price to pay if it meant sparing his life. Later, they had ascended to the positions of King and Queen and abolished the practice of murdering newborn boys - but despite their power, they had no choice but to continue with the charade. They had gone so far already that to back pedal would only cause an uproar amongst the people when they found out that members of the royal family had, essentially, cheated the system. What they hadn't planned on was the fragile mental state into which the Princess's unique situation would throw him. Depression and confusion had set in during puberty, rendering him completely lost regarding who or what he really was. "Sarah" was only a mask that his parents had created for him and as much as he loved them for going to such drastic lengths to save him, he wasn't Sarah. But if he wasn't the Princess of Nasserab, then who was he? Who could he be, if not Her Royal Highness? His entire identity, from birth, had been consumed by the lies his parents had woven to spare his life, and up until his adolescence, he had had no real identity of his own. But then, around the age of fourteen, he had come up with a solution to vent the masculine side of his personality. In desperation, the Princess created a whole other persona. As Saber Hussein, the Princess was free to be himself. Admittedly, that freedom was a rarity. For a good faction of the time, Saber spent his time buried in dresses and veils and makeup, and much as he had gotten used to it, he only wished that all the extravagance and outer beauty hadn't come at such a high price. The dresses, he could stand. The veils and makeup, too. Being a crossdresser wasn't the worst of crimes, after all, and he had grown to appreciate his feminine side, but hiding his true gender and true personality was more than he could bear. He wanted out. Sadly, the only escape that he ever got came once a week, if that, when he slipped away from the palace and made his way to a local tavern dressed in men's clothing, sans the flashy garb and accessories. There, he had a life separate from the one he had in the palace. There, he could relax. At the tavern, surrounded by friends who knew the real him, not the fabricated version, Saber felt... almost happy. The longer he spent in the palace, drowning in layers of luxurious female clothing, the more suffocated he felt. He needed those nights away, otherwise he would have lost his mind. Especially in recent days. The following afternoon, he would be entertaining the company of yet another suitor, this one from the distant (and financially challenged) kingdom of Lima. For the life of him, Saber couldn't remember the Prince's name, but he didn't much care, either. He planned on turning him down as he had turned down every other suitor clamoring for the Princess's hand. It didn't even have anything to do with marrying a man. In fact, the Princess preferred the company of men to the company of women. The issue was that as far as Saber was concerned, there wasn't a soul on the continent to whom he could entrust his secret. If the people were to discover that Princess Sarah was actually a man, there would be an uproar amongst the noble households. Saber's parents had lied and gone against what had been royal protocol to save their son, while countless other baby boys had been mercilessly slaughtered. The kingdom would undoubtedly lash out as a result and Saber couldn't run that risk. It had never occurred to him that his parents had other plans. Sitting in his bed chamber, Saber watched listlessly as two handmaidens tended to him; brushing his hair, adjusting his elaborate pink dress, and applying his jewelry. He had virtually no interest in putting on the ensemble, but he had no choice. Akron, his private tutor and grand vizier to the royal family, stood a short distance away, using a spindly hand to draw back the curtain and peek out the window, keeping a weather eye out for the visiting Prince." Anything yet, Akron?" Saber ventured, directing his bright sapphire eyes toward the other man. He was hoping to have a little more time to prepare, since he wasn't happy with how his handmaidens had applied his makeup. The vizier shook his head. "Not quite yet, Your Highness," he replied, palming the ornate crook of his silver cane and releasing the curtain. "You still have plenty of time." Sabyr exhaled, nodding, reaching up to adjust a wayward strand of long black hair and turning his attention down to the vanity table where his handmaidens had laid out a selection of hair accessories. Young women were almost expected to wear elaborate jewelry in their hair; jeweled combs, beads, and the occasional flower were not out of the ordinary. Saber had let his hair grow long and with its dark color, nearly all of his hair ornaments popped beautifully when he applied them." Good," the Princess replied exasperatedly. "I'm not sure if I'm ready to meet him."" Fret not, Princess," Akron urged. "You will enchant him." Sabyr frowned. "That isn't what I'm worried about." He had spent the last two years entertaining suitors, all of whom had clamored for his hand, but all of them had been... boring. Unexciting. None of them had intrigued the young royal, and he was convinced that none of them ever would. And what was more, none of them could be trusted. Saber would marry for the sake of keeping face if he absolutely had to, but if he was to marry at all, he had to wed someone who would keep his secret. And so far, none of them fit the bill. He sighed again - this marriage business was far too complicated. Fortunately, Akron was well aware of his concerns, but since the handmaidens tending to him were not, he refrained from speaking in detail. Instead, he simply squeezed Saber's shoulder to offer a bit of comfort. "Never you mind that, Princess. We will think of something." Saber smiled, but it was hollow; clearly, he wasn't convinced. The Princess refrained from commenting further, choosing instead to focus on his outfit and his makeup, hoping that he would look the part by the time the visiting Prince finally arrived... Zahid sighed as his servants rushed around trying to get him ready. He was late, as usual. Zahid didn't see any reason to rush. The princess of Nasserab had been there in her pretty little palace for twenty years. She would still be there in a few hours. Let her wait. The young man, now 22, looked up as the doors to his bedroom flew open. “Zahid! You still are not dressed? What are you doing you lazy girls, work faster, work faster!” “Calm down mother. You'll hyperventilate again.” The woman in front of him was slim and attractive. Her skin was pale, she hardly ever left the palace walls. His face was almost reflected in hers. They had the same pale tone, the same wide brown eyes, the same dark hair. The only difference was that her mouth was set to a permanent frown while he was always aloof. Zahir didn't care for this at all. He didn't want to be married. It was much more fun to do what he wanted when he wanted. Beyond that he didn't care for the rules, the manners or the pleasantries. He sighed as his mother continued to lecture him. It would have been nice to go to the market today, but no instead he was off to Nasserab to meet his future bride. All the way there Zahid complained. It was too hot, the trip was too long, he was tired. Finally, his mother snapped. “Look Zahid we are broke. Our country is in turmoil. You do not have a choice! Now sit up straight and smile. We'll be there very soon.”“Yes mother,” he mumbled. He was dressed in white clothes and his black hair curled down to his shoulders. On top of the clothes he wore a heavy black cloak. It was absolutely suffocating and hot. He pulled at the collar. His mother was right. He really didn't have a choice. There was no way he could enjoy his lifestyle, have his fun when he was completely broke. On top of everything though there was an added complication. Zahid was no longer human. He had been bitten, nearly killed two years ago. No one could know about it and nobody did. Only his mother he trusted enough to tell and she kept his secret. In fact, she even helped him by providing him a body to drink from. Now though that was almost over. He would have to start fending for himself more now. They finally arrived at the palace and Zahid couldn't be happier. He wanted to get out of the sun for a little while. He needed to be somewhere cool even more now because he hadn't fed in a while. The sun was a little too strong for him, and it was causing him to be very irritated. Zahir stepped out of the carriage and looked around. Nasserab was a nice country, beautiful in fact. He looked around curiously for only a moment before he was ushered into the palace with his mother. The prince took off the cloak and handed it to a servant. He pushed his fingers through jet black hair as he looked around. 'Well we might as well get this started.' Just as Saber had completed the application of his finishing powder, Akron informed him that the visiting Prince's carriage had arrived. Instantly, the Princess began to worry about all the usual things. He wondered if his hair was put up properly, if his makeup looked alright, if he was wearing enough jewelry, or if he was wearing too much. But he hadn't the time to fix any of those things, for it wouldn't take the Prince long to make his way through the palace to the throne room where the King and Queen would receive him. The Princess spent only a few moments more fussing in the mirror before turning away from his servants and hurrying out of his bed chamber. He had selected a sleeveless, floor-length pink dress in which to greet the Prince, with a sheer pink veil over the lower half of his face, as was custom in Nasserab for unmarried women. He hated wearing them, particularly in the brutal summer, but if he wanted to appear modest in the presence of his would-be husband, he had no choice. Not that he had any intention of wedding the Prince. This was but a formality. A small group of servants hurried into the main hall, where they greeted the Prince and his mother with formal bows and escorted them to the throne room where Roland and his Queen sat waiting. The Prince's party was a bit late in arriving, but they had no intention of holding that against the visiting royals. The desert was a treacherous place, after all, and the fact that they had arrived before sundown was a blessing in and of itself." Greetings, Your Majesty," the King's voice boomed in the lavishly decorated room like thunder as he addressed first the Queen of Lima, and then he turned to regard the Prince, "Your Highness. Welcome to Nasserab. I trust you fared well on your journey?" With the small talk out of the way, he promptly introduced Aisha, his wife, and the members of court present to greet the visiting royals. Saber had yet to arrive, but given the fact that he had quite a bit of preparation to do, they weren't very concerned about him. Not yet, anyway." Sabirah will be down shortly," said the Queen with a warm, pleasant smile toward her would-be son-in-law. "She is very eager to meet you, Your Highness." Zahid and his mother were taken immediately to a grand throne room. As the king greeted them he and his mother both bowed deeply in turn. "Thank you your Majesty. Our trip was fine, and we are honored to be here." 'Good thing she's speaking because that's not what I had in mind at all.' Zahid kept his mouth shut and his thoughts to himself though. Small talk and introductions ensued. People were put before him, they would bow as they were introduced, and he would return the courtesy with a slight bow. 'How very boring.' Zahid had to stop himself from yawning more than once during the introductions. He hardly saw why all of this were necessary. Most of these people's names he would forget in the next few minutes anyway." Sabirah will be down shortly," said the Queen "She is very eager to meet you, Your Highness." "One would assume then that she would be on time," he mumbled quietly. His mother delivered a pinch to the back of his neck and he winced. Well it was true. He was hours overdue and still he had to wait. He swore it was a ritual made up by women to drive men mad. Zahir returned the Queen's smile. He could be quite charming, when he wanted to be and that was very rarely. However, once again he was painfully reminded that this alliance was needed. "I apologize your Majesty. I meant no harm. I was simply trying to lighten the mood." The prince tried to patient while they waited. He toyed with the jade ring on his left hand. It had been given to him by his father, and it meant the world to him. Maybe if his father hadn't died things would be differently right now. Maybe he would actually enjoy his life instead of being forced to marry a woman he was sure he wouldn't care for. Zahir had already heard the stories after all. The princess rejected all that came to her. Some gently, others harshly. He didn't expect to be treated any differently, so what was the point? He was conflicted. Both Roland and Aisha were, unsurprisingly, quite taken back by Zahid's little comment. They were accustomed to young men who went out of their way to be kind and polite, particularly since they came asking for the Princess's hand in marriage, so it came as a bit of a shock when, instead, he made a remark about her tardiness. A small remark, to be sure, and a harmless one, but one that they had not expected. Fortunately for Zahid, they were in no position to turn him away. The reality was that Zahid was one of if not the last option. A last resort. Saber had turned away every other suitor who came calling and if the Princess did not have a husband, the kingdom would feel the pressure. Saber had no choice but to marry this one, whether he liked it or not, and so both the King and Queen were willing to be patient with him. They smiled calmly, and Roland waved a hand as a signal to dismiss the Prince's remark." No harm done," he assured. "Sarah is feeling a bit under the weather today, but I am sure she will-"Fortunately, they didn't have to wait much longer, for before Roland could finish his sentence, a guard stepped into the throne room, bowed apologetically for interrupting, and then announced the arrival of the Princess. With Akron at his side, Saber stepped in a moment later, with his three handmaidens behind him, their heads down as they followed their Princess, minding the long train of Saber's flowy pink dress. Instantly, Saber's eyes traveled up toward his new suitor. He was a handsome man to be sure, young and very attractive, but Saber had no real interest in him. This one, he knew, would be just like all the others. Greedy for his money, caring nothing for his intended wife. Apparently his mother had come along as a show of good faith, and so to be polite, Saber approached her first, smiling gently behind his baby pink, see-through veil as he bowed modestly, his handmaidens and his loyal adviser following suit." Your Majesty," he said, "I am Princess Sarah. I am deeply honored to make your acquaintance." Like Zahid, Saber was tired of going through the motions, but he was determined to keep face. He had to, for now. Then, he turned to the Prince, smiling still as he politely let out his hand for his new suitor to kiss. "Your Highness... It is a pleasure to meet you as well." Zahid knew he had gotten under the king and queen's skin. It was what he did best, however he kept his mouth shut after that. Even though the king dismissed it he knew it was still a mark against him. Once part of him lectured him. 'We need this for Lima. Don't screw him up.' The other side of him though, the rebellious man he always was, had differently to say. 'Screw it Zahid. You're never going to be liked by these people. You might as well just leave now. Let mother rule Lima. We'll go on adventures out in the desert.' There was only one problem with that. Running around the desert without a proper meal meant death. No, thanks to that. Zahir tuned back in as the king was explaining that princess Sarah was feeling under the weather. Before he could finish though a man stepped into the room before announcing the arrival of the princess. Zahid was taken back when the princess walked into the room, no she didn't even walk. She seemed to float in a cloud of pink and perfume. 'Okay so she's beautiful, still doesn't change the facts.' The rumors had all been true it seemed. She looked like a dream. Still Zahid wasn't ready to jump through fire to make her his bride. She sailed to his mother first and introduced herself. Her voice was soft and sweet just as a princess' voice should be. His mother bowed beside him. "I am honored to meet you your Highness." Zahid took Sarah's hand and kissed it gently. Her skin was deliciously smooth, but coupled with that he could smell the sweet rush of her blood underneath. He stood back up straight quickly. What had he been thinking? How stupid to fantasize about his next meal when he was already so hungry." It is a pleasure to meet you as well your Highness." He had regained control once more, and already he grew bored with the whole affair. Couldn't they just go back home? Find some other solution? However, it seemed he had no choice in the matter. Saber's first impression of the visiting Prince was a fairly decent one. The young man was nice enough, well-mannered from the look of things - but then, that could have been a front to win him over. He couldn't be sure. It was too early. So if only to play it on the safe side, Saber decided to linger on the possibility that Zahid was just another in the long line of greedy royals who would say and do anything to get their hands on his family's fortune. But none of that registered on his face. For all intents and purposes, he appeared perfectly content to meet with the Prince. He smiled, he was polite, and he tried to be charming. The interest wasn't there, but he couldn't let that show. Zahid would find out soon enough that the Princess had no interest in marrying him and that he could go somewhere else to find a meal ticket. Saber absolutely refused to be someone else's personal bank." Prince Zahid has traveled a long way to see you, Sarah," said Roland. "Perhaps he would enjoy a tour of the palace." It would give them time to bond, or so he hoped, while the Queen of Lima could stay behind and converse with them privately about the possibility of a marriage. By no means would the King and Queen divulge the Princess's secret, but they would work toward discovering whether they could be trusted with it. Only then would it be safe for them to officially plan the wedding. Sabyr nodded obediently, although he was a touch annoyed by all the formality, and he looked to his would-be husband with a soft smile. "Would you like me to show you around my home, Your Highness?" he asked. "It would be my honor to give you a personal tour." Behind him, Akron stood, looking warily at the young Prince. As a long-time practitioner of the dark arts (a little detail about himself that he kept secret from the royal family), something about Zahid struck the vizier as rather... odd. He looked normal enough, certainly. But there was something in those eyes that bothered him, and it had nothing to do with the potential union between their kingdoms. It was something else. And he was determined to find out what. The boring introductions out of the way the king suggested that the princess show him around. It was an old tactic, one he understood very well. Get the two alone, and maybe they would fall in love, get married and live happily ever after. Zahid doubted it would work that way though. He put his hands behind his back, lifting his head and remembering his posture. He had a habit of slouching that his mother was always pestering him about, and he didn't want it to show here." Would you like me to show you around my home, Your Highness? It would be my honor to give you a personal tour." Zahid returned her smile politely. "Thank you, Princess. That sounds like a wonderful idea." He would follow her and listen politely all the while wondering what he was missing in Lima. He loved to watch the Fire eaters this time of day, or the snake girls. They were always enticing. As he thought about them a smile flitted across his features. He felt eyes piercing him, and he looked over at the man who was beside the Princess. He seemed to be examining him, staring into and through his skin and piercing him straight to the soul. Zahid almost felt the urge to shutter, but he didn't. What was the man's problem. He felt an instinct to growl at the man course through his body, but again he ignored this reaction as well. Instead, he turned away from the man and followed the Princess trying to pay attention. The queen looked after her son worriedly. She prayed that he would keep his mouth shut and not ruin this chance for his country. The boy talked too much at times and without her around to stop him that problem usually just grew worse. However, she knew it was not customary for her to go along so she stayed with the king and queen.' Please Zahid, I'm begging you son. Do not do or say anything foolish.' Like Akron, Saber detected something a little off about his new suitor, but he wasn't looking for the same things. The only thing he could focus on was trying to figure out whether Zahid's enthusiasm was genuine or feigned. Logic leaned toward the latter. There was something missing from Zahid's gaze that would have otherwise indicated to him that he was interested. A spark. The Prince didn't give a damn about touring the palace, did he? Sabyr could have sighed. Despite his cynicism, he had been hoping that this one would have been different. His parents were growing weary of him constantly rejecting his suitors and the pressure was on. Because of that, he had hoped beyond hope that the Prince of Lima would be a little different from the others. But... that was too much to ask for, he supposed. This one would be just like all the rest; unenthusiastic about the marriage, willing to use him for money, and completely unromantic. It figured. Taking Zahid's arm by looping his own around it, Saber smiled patiently and indicated the door that would lead them out into the main corridor. "Follow me." With his handmaidens in tow, as was expected of him, Saber gave a little parting wave to Akron before heading out into the corridor with his newest suitor, eyes ahead to detect points of interest. He did love the palace, and he took great pride in showing it off to visitors. Sabyr showed him the downstairs ballroom where the servants were preparing a grand party for the visiting royals. He showed him the kitchen, where he could call on one of the servants to make him a snack between meals if he was so inclined. Then, he led the Prince upstairs, where he pointed out the study, where he could find a sea of books if he felt up to reading, and a luxurious lounge positioned at just the right angle to absorb the sun in the daytime and the moon at night. Finally, the Princess took him to the third floor where he indicated his suitor's private bed chamber. The room was lavishly decorated in rich shades of gold and red, boasting a huge bed in the center, a private bath chamber, and a balcony from which to view the kingdom. "This will be your chamber," he said, "for the rest of your stay. Your mother's is just down the hall." As Sarah linked arms with Zahid he couldn't help to think that he was grateful at least to be out of the throne room. The room was too formal, too awkward and tense. As they walked out of the door Zahid loosened up. He wondered if the princess was at least okay to talk to. Or was she like the last Princess he had met, stuffy, uptight and cold. Zahir didn't mind the tour of the palace as much as he thought he would. In fact Sarah's home was quite beautiful. When they came to the study he stopped for a moment and marveled at all the books. If it was one thing Zahid enjoyed more than anything it was reading. "Wow, so many books. If I had a room like this back home they would never find me." He continued to follow the Princess, and finally she showed him his room. It was amazing and done in his favorite colors. He nodded as she told him his room would be down the hall. "Thank you. Your home is really beautiful. I'll probably get lost still, but thanks for showing me around," he said with a small laugh. He was earnest this time. The palace was beautiful, and he was glad that he got to stay here, at least until he was sent packing by his Highness. Zahir decided to enjoy himself. It would do him no advantage to mope around for the duration of his stay. He turned to Sabina. "So your Highness, I'm sure everything around here isn't all bowing and small talk. What do you do for fun? Back home there is always so much to do around this time of day," Zahid said as he looked at the Princess. The man liked to talk, maybe a little too much sometimes, but he was feeling slightly better now that he wasn't the intense gaze of both her parents and his own. The only problem was his hunger. He knew it would be quenched after nightfall, but it seemed a long time to wait. Still he didn't complain. There was nothing to do about it for now. At the very least, Saber was pleased that Zahid seemed to genuinely appreciate the beauty of his home. As annoying as palace life could be with the constant fuss, the Princess had a deeply rooted appreciation for the palace in all its splendor. The artwork on the walls, the finely sculpted archways... All the little things combined to make a beautiful image, one that Saber would never tire of. That was another reason not to marry. If he became someone's wife, he would have to move away from Nasserab to live in his husband's kingdom. And he wasn't ready for that. Nasserab was all he had ever known. Why would he ever want to leave - especially for a man who had no real interest in him? No. He had absolutely no intention of ever leaving his kingdom for someone like that." Fun?" Saber seemed confused for a moment. "Well, I... don't have much time for it, myself," he confessed, smiling awkwardly. "I have my lessons every day and that takes up quite a bit of time..." His parents wanted to make sure that he was educated in all things considered feminine. Flower arranging, calligraphy, dance, and tailoring, especially. But he did have a few activities outside of that." We have a large stable, if that interests you. I don't know much about your country, but in Nasserab, horseback riding is a very popular pastime. There is also a large pool on the grounds, if you like swimming. We often have parties here in the palace, in the downstairs ballroom I showed you. My father enjoys that sort of entertainment. Grand feasts, music, performers... I don't always have the option to attend, but they can be quite fun." Zahid nodded. He understood about the lessons. He himself had taken sword fighting, financing, defense and debate, up until last year that was. At that point the man refused one more lesson. It was too tempting to sink his fangs into the tutor's pretty neck and suck her dry. It was more than the man could deal with at the time. Zahir wasn't completely disappointed. At least there were horses around and swimming two things that he enjoyed. Though he'd rather wait until the sun was down before he went riding. His turned his mind back to the princess. She seemed nice enough, not all steel and ice as he had been expecting. Zahid stood leaning up against the wall before he ran a hand through his hair to push it out of his eyes. His brown eyes looked her over leisurely though really he was contemplating just how good she would taste if he just took a sip. The man shook his head. This was no time to be thinking about those things. He stepped into his room and walked over to the balcony. He made a note of his things sitting on the bed on his way over. Sighing he leaned forward and looked over the kingdom. "Princess I have a question. If you live in a kingdom that looks like this, why would your parents ever want you to marry me? I mean Lima has its charms, do not think I dislike it. Still though, it seems pretty odd." To Zahid Nasserab was a jewel, a ruby prominent and loud. Lima was a diamond hidden in the sand. He just could not understand why he was chosen to meet the Princess. Everyone knew that Lima had fallen on hard times recently. Why would the Princess not choose a more prominent Prince from a wealthier country? It just made little sense to him. Saber wasn't sure just what Zahid did in his free time, but if Lima was as poor a country as he had heard, it couldn't have been very much. Perhaps he had friends that he spent time with whenever he was able? Saber liked to travel to the village tavern when he had the spare time, and he saw drinking as a rather enjoyable pastime. That wasn't very becoming of a lady, though, so he had to keep his mouth shut about that little detail. So busy trying to think of things that might interest Zahid, Saber was taken back when, suddenly, the Prince posed a most interesting question. Why, indeed, would his parents want to marry him off to the Prince of a financially challenged kingdom? For a moment, Saber found himself speechless, at a loss for how to respond. None of his previous suitors had ever asked him such a question, and he wasn't prepared for it. The reality was, of course, that his parents intended to buy Zahid's silence by providing him with the money Lima needed to return to its former glory. They had told Saber of their plan, but since they had failed to mention that his opinion counted for nothing, Saber hadn't thought much of it. The bargain made no never mind to him, since he was positive that the marriage would not take place. But what to tell Zahid?"... Well... Perhaps they are hoping to see me marry a man of substance," he offered. "The men who came to see me before you did not have that." Glancing back at his handmaidens, Saber waved them off. He had no need for them to remain so close; obediently, they bowed and waited in the corridor while Saber stepped inside and moved toward the window to look out at his kingdom." My kingdom has money, you know." Of course Zahid knew. "My parents know that no matter who I marry, I will want for nothing, because I have access to my family's gold. So... I suppose they want to see me settling down with someone who is worthy of my time, whether his country is as well-off." Wishful thinking. Saber wished that it was that simple, but it wasn't. Zahid turned around to look at the Princess, and he saw hesitance on her features. Her eyes showed that Zahid had taken her by surprise. "... Well... Perhaps they are hoping to see me marry a man of substance.” The Prince listened as she explained and then he laughed. “I have sustenance? Me? If you call sustenance talking too much and having way too much of an opinion about everything then I guess I do have sustenance.” Zahir watched as a graceful hand dismissed the women who followed her, and she joined him by the window. He shook his head and looked back out over the kingdom. Living here every day wouldn't be so bad he guessed, but still how could he keep his secret here? How could he be married to someone, and they not notice that he was a little odd. He could just imagine now returning to the palace, his mouth covered in blood, and having to explain. “Oh my apologies dearest. I forgot to mention that I'm undead. Sorry, it must have slipped my mind.” A smile flitted across his features for a moment at the thought, but it quickly faded away. The problem was all too real. How did his mother think that anyone could keep his secret?" My kingdom has money, you know." She continued explaining about her financial situation and Zahid laughed again. “Princess in all honesty that's not a comforting thought. I mean yes, I know you have money. What kingdom hasn't heard that? It's just.” he trailed off. There were so many things that crossed his mind, but finally he decided to just tell her the truth. “I couldn't care less about your money. When I was younger I always thought I would support my wife, buy her lavish things. Not the other way around. You can't understand the feeling of...shame a man feels when it's the other way around.” H e laughed without humor. “Our kingdom has become a joke amongst the others. And a marriage to you will just fuel the rumors. I had hoped to raise Lima up out of the ashes, not push her farther down.” He shook his head and pushed his fingers through his hair. “Sorry, I love my kingdom. I just don't want to see her beaten down any more than she is.” Zahid was determined to make this difficult, wasn't he? Saber had tried to offer him a flattering excuse, one that might or might not have had any real merit, yet he insisted on calling his substance into question. Had his reputation not hinged on him doing otherwise, Saber might have sighed, but for the moment, he kept his opinions to himself. They didn't matter. All that really mattered was getting Zahid off this topic and onto one that they could both fake their way through happily. But he gave pause when Zahid indicated a slight disdain for marrying a woman made of money. Ah, so he was one of those. He wanted to be a "real" man who supported his wife. Bringing home the bacon, as it were. It was a grand gesture, to be sure, and one that would have won over any woman... but Saber wasn't any woman. He saw this as something else entirely. And despite himself, he felt like he absolutely had to ask, or he would simply burst."... Then why the charade?" Taking a moment, Saber exhaled softly and turned to face Zahid, his long arms crossing delicately over his midsection as he looked up toward him curiously. Questioning a man was not necessarily considered appropriate, but he couldn't help it. Zahid had brought a very important point to light, and he wouldn't have felt right leaving it to fester. It wasn't in his nature. And it wasn't like this marriage was going to happen, anyway, so what did it matter?" Why come all the way here to see me, if you have no interest in me or my money?" Saber seemed almost insulted. "I thought that this was what you wanted." "... Then why the charade?" Zahir's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything. Well, she was certainly blunt for a Princess, wasn't she? He bit his lip silently, but he could not turn around to face her. He was too afraid that she would see the lie in his eyes and he couldn't have himself giving away his secrets. So instead he shrugged and leaned over on the edge of the balcony. He couldn't find a plausible excuse so instead he simply said "Ask my mother." He knew it was pathetic, but it would get him out of hot water for now. And if she really did ask her which he doubted she would, his mother would simply find some wonderfully rehearsed excuse and that would be the end of that. Zahir froze when he heard the Princess continue to speak. He heard a tinge of pain in her voice, and finally he sat up and turned to her. When he was worried his hand instantly went to his hair and he did this now running fingers through the long locks until they were pushed out of his face. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. Man, I just keep screwing up don't I?" He looked down and shook his head. Zahid always did know how to put his own foot in his mouth. The problem had always been how to take it out."Besides, you don't want me here either. You are pleasant, charming and beautiful. Still though I can tell. I can sense these things. More than likely no matter what I say to you, you still won't like me. So I guess I could ask you the same thing. Why the charade?" He leaned against the railing as he gazed at her. Ah. So his mother was behind it. In hindsight, Saber should have known. Inwardly, he sighed, turning his eyes back toward the window and longingly gazing out toward his kingdom. Knowing that this suitor had to be goaded into coming to see him made the young noble feel particularly lonely, more so than ever. At least all the other suitors had come because they had wanted to... But what took Saber off guard the most was Zahid calling him out on his own disinterest. Glancing sidelong with a raised eyebrow, a shocked expression on his face, he couldn't find it in him to say anything for a while. After a few moments, he tore his gaze away, leaning his arms against the edge of the large window and chewing on his lower lip while he thought of an answer. He couldn't tell Zahid the truth; he couldn't trust him with it yet. Still... He shrugged his slender shoulders, trying desperately to come up with a decent enough excuse to get Zahid off his back. "I am twenty years of age. I should have married two years ago. At this point, I am in no better a position than you, Prince Zahid." If he didn't marry, his people would lose faith in him and call the entire royal family into question. After all, if the Princess couldn't find a husband, then there had to be something wrong with her. The shame that would come upon his family was too much for his parents to bear." It looks like we are both in an unsavory situation, then." Zahid nodded. Yes it seemed that they were, but he didn't like the feeling in the room anymore. It was much too stuffy, too awkward. He chuckled before resting his face in his hand. "Princess, I know we may not like this situation, but let's at least enjoy our day. Come on. You said you have horses right? Let's ride out somewhere." Zahid was tired of being miserable for the day. All he wanted to do was at least enjoy the time he spent here in this new place. "I need someone to show me around. I would get lost in an instant," he said trying to convince her. Zahir turned around and walked over to his bags. He was happy to find that they had not been touched. That was good, it was too hard to explain the emergency vials of blood that he kept with him sometimes. Zahid pulled out his heavy cloaks, two black and one red, and laid them on his bed. He gazed over them and wondered for a moment if he really wanted to put one on. It was hot already, and the cloaks always seemed unbearably suffocating on top of that. Still, he had no choice, did he? The man picked up one of the black ones, the one that kept out the most sunlight, and put it on slipping the hood on last. He knew he looked odd, but if the Princess asked he would use the same excuse he gave everyone. He was born with a disease which weakened him to the sun and made him very sick and that would be the end of that. Furthermore, he walked to the door before turning back toward the Princess." Come on, let's go get some air," he gave her a friendly smile. For now, he wouldn't look at her as the girl he was being made to marry. Instead, he decided to just look at her as a woman, as a friend. It was a little degrading, knowing that a suitor had only come calling because hismotherhad forced him into it. It was one thing to tolerate a suitor at the behest of one's own mother, but to be called on because of someone else's? Furthermore, it was upsetting and Saber had to consciously withhold a sigh. As stupid as it was, he couldn't help feeling... undesirable. Very much so. Because whether he wanted to go down that train of thought, he had to admit that Zahid was quite attractive. Devilishly so, and in any other situation, Saber would have loved to be with him. But not because his mother had made him show up. That would have been terribly humiliating and the last thing he needed was another swift and harsh blow to his ego. As such, when Zahid changed the subject by suggesting they go for a ride, Saber was quite grateful. "Alright." A ride through the grounds would be nice. His parents might have objected to the idea of him and the Prince exploring the outside alone, but Saber didn't care. It wasn't like they would be leaving the palace grounds or anything. Sabyr's brow furrowed when he saw Zahid putting on a heavy cloak. "You... really won't need that," he said, heading over to the door and stepping out into the corridor. "The weather is terrible today. You'll burn alive in a cloak like that." Thankfully, Nasserabian horses were extremely resilient, rather like camels in their ability to withstand heat, otherwise a ride would have been out of the question. Zahid paused in the midst of putting on the cloak before he continued slipping it on. "I know, but the sun has never been kind to me. Ever since I was little I have been kept away from it, or I get very sick." It had taken Zahid a moment to compile the lie in his head. His mother had told him to use it if there ever was a reason, but no one in his kingdom really asked anymore. By now they all knew the made up story and accepted it as truth. Zahir followed Sarah into the hallway and followed her as they made their way to the horses. When Zahid saw them he smiled and ran his hand over one of their heads. "They're beautiful." Zahid had a love and appreciation of horses that not many people knew about. In recent times he hardly ever rode because of his "condition," but when he was a child it was his favorite thing to do." How about you show me around your kingdom? It really is beautiful, and I'd love to see more of it." He stood before a white horse as he spoke to her. Wherever she decided to take him he knew that he would follow her. He just wanted to enjoy the rest of the day. He felt bad for the way they had started off, but perhaps that could be changed? Furthermore, he wasn't sure, but he knew he would try anyway. Zahid climbed up onto the horse effortlessly and smiled. "It's been too long," he said quietly to the horse as he patted it's back. That sounded horrible. A condition that didn't allow him to go into the sun unprotected... In a kingdom like Nasserab, that must have been very difficult. Saber knew very well how cruel their summers could be; the sun offered no reprieve during the daytime and even the nights were warm. It must have been very difficult for Zahid, but Saber didn't comment on it for fear of offending him, and instead smiled as he led the visiting Prince out to the stables. It pleased Saber immensely to see Zahid's appreciation for the horses. Likewise, he approached his own gelding, running the flat of his palm over his gray nose and smiling when he huffed in response. "It's nice to see that you have an appreciation for them," he chimed. "I love them, too. They've offered me quite a bit of company over the years." Saber was fairly secluded, so any contact that he had was cherished. But he particularly enjoyed the company of the royal horses. Sabyr gave pause when Zahid mentioned taking a ride through the kingdom, his brow furrowing a little as he looked up toward his horse, waiting for the stable hand to bring him out. "I don't know that my parents would approve of my leaving the palace grounds," he said, taking the hand of the nearby servant and accepting his help in climbing up onto the dark gray horse, both of his legs slung over one side to accommodate his dress. "I can certainly understand that. I think it must be their eyes. It feels as if they are taking in all of your secrets and the best part is that you know they will never tell." He patted the elegant white horse and when it was brought out he mounted it easily. He had always been agile, but the vampire blood that coursed through his veins made that even more so. When he was seated comfortably he looked over at Sarah and smiled. She looked pretty perched high on top of that gray horse." Come on Princess. Rules are meant to be approached, examined, tested and then broken," he said with a laugh. "Besides we will return before they even know that we are gone. I would say it is very possible they have forgotten that we exist already," he said jokingly. His hand ran over the horses back before he picked up the reins." So what do you say? A ride around the palace or a little adventure through your home? Which will it be? It is your home so it's your call." He dug his heels into the horse gently, and it began to move forward slowly. Still he waited for the Princess' decision. He wasn't sure if she had an adventurous bone in her body. After all most Princesses that he did meet seemed a bit stiff, but she seemed different from most. There was a fire in her that could not be denied or ignored. Zahid was actually trying to get him to leave the palace grounds despite his parents' wishes. In one way, Saber was intrigued at the prospect. But in another, he was a little surprised. No Prince in his right mind would have encouraged a Princess to go against the wishes of her parents. Was he trying to get them in trouble? Or was he just that adventurous and, subsequently, rather daring? Pursing his lips, Saber glanced over his shoulder toward the palace, and after some deliberation, he turned back to Lakshmi with a smile and inclined his head graciously. "Very well." The spark in his personality simply wouldn't allow him to say no. He wanted to live a little and though his parents were likely to become upset with him if they found out (they likely would), he didn't care. Just this once, he wanted to be a little bold. Gripping the reins, Saber settled into the saddle more comfortably and urged his horse forward at a quicker trot. "Let's hurry, then, before anyone sees." Smiling at his suitor, Saber led them to the other end of the property to a large gate that allowed them out of the grounds. It was guarded, so they were likely to report back to the palace that the Princess had taken off, but Saber was willing to take that risk. Just one time. As Zahid saw a smile alight on Sarah's face it in turn made him smile as well. As they approached the gates Zahid saw the guards glance at each other, but once they saw the princess the said nothing. As they opened the gates Zahid dug his heels in even deeper and made the horse sprint through the gates before they changed their minds. Zahir slowed down when he cleared the gates and looked back for the princess. He turned back around and brought the horse back to a leisurely trot as he examined the bustling kingdom. "Wow, this is magnificent," he breathed as he took in their surroundings. He turned to the princess once more." Where should we venture. The way I figure it we have at least a few hours before we're haunted down and dragged back," he said with a laugh. It felt so good to be out of the confines of the palace, to be free and normal, at least for a little while. Here Zahid was more of himself. He was more comfortable, and he was glad to be out. Saber was still slightly surprised that he had decided to be a little bold and venture outside the palace grounds. It wasn't so much leaving that bothered him; but leaving when people could see him was a little worrisome. He had never allowed himself to be seen leaving the grounds before by anyone, save for Akron, and he was concerned that the guards at the gate would inform his parents before too long... But he had a point to prove. Some part of him wanted to prove to Zahid that he was more than just some commonplace Princess. He wanted to prove that he wasn't a complete wallflower who would sooner stay inside and out of harm's way. That he would occasionally go out of his way to have fun, even if he wasn't technically supposed to. Laughing softly at the thought of being hunted down, Saber slowed his horse alongside Zahid's and, holding the reins in one hand, reached up with the other to push his long hair back from his face. "Let's hope they don't bother," he said with a soft chuckle, reaching down to stroke his horse's neck, silently praising him for behaving so well. "I would rather not have to explain myself. My father, especially, will be angry with me if he discovers I have left the grounds... But I'm not too worried." He smiled. "I should be allowed to have some fun, no?" Zahid found himself watching the Princess a little too closely. Especially when her hand reached up and gracefully swept the hair from her face. He mentally kicked himself to wake up. Okay, so maybe he was more than a little impressed that the Princess had decided to listen to him. She had already shown such character and now this, it made him begin to look at her differently. There was something about her that was different from the other royals that he had met and though he couldn't put his finger on it, he liked it. Again he found himself enraptured by the way her lips formed when she laughed and the way she bent over being affectionate to her horse. 'It's easy to see people in a new light when they're not worried about protocol and procedure.' Zahid knew that such things were necessary, especially to run a country smoothly, but every once in a while he needed to just let go. His thoughts returned to Sarah, however. "I know what you mean. If, no when my mother finds out, because oh she will find out, you'll hear her from the other side of the palace yelling at me." He shook his head a smile on his lips. "I love her, I really do, but sometimes she has the ability to drive me crazy." Especially because she was trying to protect his secret. She had been bothersome before, but when he came to her asking for her help from that day onward she had been worse. A little tyrant wrapped in silk." Yes! You should be allowed some fun. After all, we're young. We're still allowed to make stupid choices and blame them on youth," he laughed. "Hey, let's eat out here. There's always the best foods outside the palace walls. I don't know why they keep that from us. I bet you've never even had anything, but palace food have you?" He wondered if he should have suggested her to Sarah. 'She might be one of those with a weak stomach. If I make her sick her father will probably kill me.' "Or, anything else that you wanted to do. I'm just happy to be out here." Zahid was right about that. People were very different when they weren't under so much stress and as a high-ranking member of the royal family, Saber had a lot of that. No doubt Zahid did, as well. Saber had met his mother, and she was a nice enough woman, but that didn't mean Zahid could be himself around her all the time. There were some things that one reserved for very specific company, or at least for smaller crowds. It was easier to relax that way... Like now." Mothers can do that," Saber giggled. He could just imagine walking through the halls of the palace and giving pause when he heard screeching from the floor below, with Zahid's mother chiding him for whisking the Princess away from the palace and warning him up and down not to endanger his chances of making it through to their wedding day. Lima was not in a position where they could take such risks, although truly, there was no risk at all. Saber's parents wanted him to marry almost more than Zahid's mother. It would happen. Blinking curiously when Zahid suggested eating down at a local establishment away from the palace, Saber stole a hesitant glance at the palace a little ways behind them. "I'm not sure..." It was one thing to go down as Saber, a man in casual clothing who could blend in with the crowd. But as Princess Sarah? It was risky. The citizens were bound to recognize him. But Zahid was right... It really was time for them to live a little bit. Just this once."... Alright. But just this once." He smiled. "I have never been down there before, and I will be counting on you to protect me." "... Alright. But just this once. I have never been down there before, and I will be counting on you to protect me." Zahir smiled as he heard those words. "Now that's what I was waiting to hear!" As they began to move through the market a crowd slowly began to form. First there was surprise and then celebration as the commoners quickly realized that it was the princess come to visit them. Zahid looked over to Sarah. "Your people really love you. You can always tell how good a noble is by how the people react to them. I mean look at them, no fear, no shrinking back. Only smiles and warmth. That is an amazing thing." The prince knew how some kingdoms were led, had seen it himself in the home of the last princess he visited. When she walked out the people cowered in the street, they averted their eyes and her nose just stuck higher in the air. Zahid had told her what he thought of it all, and they had been very promptly escorted from the palace. Since the prince had no idea where they were going he simply followed his nose. His senses were higher than other people's and the food smell led him to a small shop that served food. "Let's stop here." He slid from his horse and tied it to the post outside before helping the princess down and doing the same to her horse. Not thinking, he took her hand as he pulled her along gently inside the shop. The smell of Full Mesdames, Dogma, Swish Took and sweet Kaneohe hit his nose and made his stomach churn hungrily. As he ushered the princess over to a seat they were approached by a plump woman who excitedly asked what they wanted to eat. Zahid named off several dishes, including the ones he'd smelled when he walked in the door and then smiled at the princess." A little rebellion feels good, doesn't it?" He asked as he rested an arm on the table and sat his chin on his laced hands. He wondered though just what was going on back at the palace. Would they send him packing just like the others or was he really going to marry this girl? He didn't know, but he quickly shook his head of such thoughts. Right now he just wanted to enjoy himself. In truth, Saber wasn't so sure about this. If his parents found out, they were bound to be upset with him, and if he was recognized... No. He couldn't be thinking about that just yet. Today was about getting to know his future husband, because whether he liked it or not, they would be wed sometime in the near future. That meant he would be taking trips out of the palace; he would be moving in with Zahid, after all. So what better practice than to get out of the palace this one time? When they arrived (Zahid seemed oddly certain of where they were going), Saber slid off his horse, tied his reins to a nearby post, and took Zahid's hand, following him into the little shop. He had seen it on occasion during his secret forays into the village, but he had never visited it. The smells coming from the little establishment were heavenly, though, and prompted him to take a risk just this once. It certainly wouldn't be palace food, but Saber was up for a little adventure. Just this once. Smiling at Zahid from across the table, Saber absently adjusted his veil before folding his hands in his lap, trying to appear like the perfect lady. Some Princesses might have objected at the state of the establishment, since they didn't have nearly as many luxuries as royalty was accustomed to, but it didn't bother Saber at all. He rather enjoyed the rustic feel of the place. "Mm... That it is. They will certainly know what we have done, but..." He smiled. "I am hoping that your company will make it wroth the risk."

Desert Rose [BrilliantDays_MomoPeach]|rating:4.0

The Power of 2_ A level 2 2v2v2v2 Arena exhibition

Posting the map for now, and then editing in the teams and their character sheets. Scorer's Glass Arena Spoiler Hide Actually, so I don't have to be in Arena Manager every time I edit the front post, I'll just do it here. Also, rolls for placement, 1 for red, and then clockwise from there. I'm thinking we may need to extend the starting areas a bit in case anyone is mounted or something. Once red is taken, 1 will be green, and still go clockwise. Once both go, 1 is blue. You should extrapolate from there how it works. Fiorella/Titus(1d4)[3]- Blue Muscles Magoo/Moral 2.5(1d3)[3]- Purple/McToughy(1d2)[2]- Greensboro/Wildcat- Red Scorer, don't think you mentioned which character you were using. Assuming Or, but don't know if you have another level 2. Oh, and if anyone is mounted or would take up 4 squares at start, we'll work out a starting spot thing for you. *grabs popcorn and sits back to watch* Indeed, only Or... unless you want to wait for Heath(Corsair420) to stop running away from Kira nova Unit:(1d20-3)[6]Purchasing a masterwork great sword, nothing else aside from reactionary. Unit - (1d20+1)[19]Per MT's usual MO, no purchases unless I discover a crippling offense on someone. Or reporting in, Init(1d20-3)[5]No purchases, everything in my sheet stands except for the scroll, it becomes potions (1d20-3)[8]I'll probably buy some scrolls, but as for what, haven't decided yet. WildgeistReporting in. Rolling initiative:(1d20-2)[18]No further nor reactionary purchases. Let's get it on!!!! Initiative - (1d20+2)[5]Still thinking about purchases. OK, still waiting on 02 and fur monger to post, then. If they don't show in a couple of days or so, we'll make it a 2v2v2, and I'll join with Rail. Maybe they need the URL... I found this looking in the forum manually I sent them a reminder PM. TitusInit - (1d20+4)[15]Eh, screw it, no purchases Maginot(1d20-5)[1]Buying 2 potions of faith healing, A potion of Resist energy (Fire) and a potion of Jump (200Gp)Note* The resist energy is from a dusk blade (50 GP) Muscles Magoo:Spoiler Hide I'm thinking we stick together, but not in Color Spray range, and head north after the red team. Of course, we both have horrible Unit rolls, so maybe we should just see what things look like when it gets to our turns. @MasterRahlSpoiler Hide Yeah I think we are just going to have to react to what they do as we are going to be going last Purchases for MorekalPotion of Shield of Faith: 50gpPotion of Faith Healing: 50gpPotion of Bull's Strength: 300gpReady to start I'll go ahead and do some buying as well. A Dusk blade Resist Energy (Acid) potion also sounds good, as well as four Alchemists Fire flasks, two Tangle foot Bags (as I said before, I'm suggesting no tangle patches, and I won't do any scrolls of Entangle either, we'll have enough trouble keeping track of character locations and broken glass walls, let's not add persistent terrain effects on top of all that), two scrolls of Seeking Ray, one of Scorching,1,105 starting-50 for potion-80 for AFx4-100 for Tangle foot x2-300 for Seeking Ray x2-150 for Scorching Ray-150 for 1 scroll of Levitate-50 for two scrolls of Shield-25 for Magic Weapon-25 for Expeditious Retreat scroll-75 for 3 Color Spray scrolls-50 for 2 Magic Missile scrolls-50 for 1 potion CLW Whew. Should do it. Consumable-heavy, I realize, but I'm a mage in a room full of melee combatants, so my options are limited. What's the weight of a scroll? @SalleraSpoiler Hide Stick together to avoid having our Immediate Actions burnt by a double-team? Alter Form:Spoiler Hide Aye, we can make them come to us. We don't need to worry as much about buffs running out, after all. 02:Spoiler Hide Do you realize that since you've retired your other guys who had been beaten, I now account for 100% of your defeats? Oh, and strategy notions? In a real match I'd say hang back and wait for the fight to come to us, with me constantly readying spells so anyone who tried to advance would be worn down before touching us. But this is an exhibition, so I say we pick someone and try to take 'em down. AYL/Tough would be interesting, though even a power player like Fiorella will have trouble draining them down quickly. I do have some scrolls for quick getaways if needed, though. I can't tell if being the only pure mage will be an advantage, or lead to my corpse being the first one on the pile. Initiative Order:Tough (19)Wildcat (18)Titus (15)Fiorella (8)AYL (6)Moral 2.5 (5, higher mod)Or (5)Muscles Magoo (1) For Hustler:Spoiler Hide He...forgot it was you who downed Titus. You sly devil, you. I like the hunting plan, much more fun. I'll go for a CL 3 potion of Shield of Faith, and hope that's enough AC. Furthermore, I should be able to protect you, especially with such a lack of ranged opponents. With all those spells of yours, we should be able to take down team Elan pretty quick - even if they absorb all the damage from a Seeking Ray, means my axe goes right through. That and I'm against Tough with Or right now, and killing him twice would feel good. Changed my mind, one purchase: CL 3 potion of Shield of Faith [150g] 02:Spoiler Hide My one concern is AYL's Dissolving Spittle, if he brings that soul meld into the fray (likely). It is acid damage only, right? Because if I misdiagnose that, he could conceivably burn Fiorella up with a single shot. As soon as I can afford an item that provides +2 Con I'll get Rage claws, but for now F is fragile. Can someone have resisted energy acid up and then get resist energy fire as well? If yes, they will buy a resist energy acid as well. If no, then i won't. I don't see anything that says you can't have both up. Only caveat as far as I know is that you can't drink two of the same type and have them stack, nor does it stack with other resistances of the same type. But different ones, no problem. So, we about ready to light this firecracker? Purchasing a tattoo of Force Screen at ML2, and I'm ready. Starting position S9, wielding great sword. Soulmelds:Spoiler Hide Spellward Shirt 1/1, Astral Embraces 0/1 Hustler:Spoiler Hide Yup, the damage is all acid damage. So acid protection might be a fine idea. 02:Spoiler Hide Yeah, he can only do 2d6, so a 10 resistance makes Dissolving Spittle inefficient. Should we try to get another team in on taking them down? They can only use their Elan damage-negating once a round, so if we could get them attacked more than twice a round they'd fold quickly. Oh, you mind taking your turn in Second Diatonic? I think Scorer's waiting on you. Fiorella will start in R-18, a potion in hand and murder in her eyes. Spoiler Hide Well, we'll need a turn to prepare fully, so we can see what the others do first. A 4 on 2 should whittle them out nicely. Smaller's character seems the more dangerous of the 2, Tough's is all about attrition - if we can isolate just him, he'll go down quickly. Titus starts in S18, potion in one hand, shield in other, MW Battleaxe [with glitter and sparkles!] at his hip. Start I-18, Chain and potion in hand. Or starts inI9with two potions in hands.*pokes Wildcat* Wildgeiststarts in H08 with loaded Longbow in hands. Minor change, my Enlarge Person potion is CL3 Moral starts in H-18 holding 2 potions OK, I think that's everyone except Alter form. Soon as he checks in (and goes, since he's first) we can go. Reposting unit order:Tough (19)Wildcat (18)Titus (15) Fiorella (8)AYL (6)Moral 2.5 (5, higher mod)Or (5)Muscles Magoo (1) Tough will begin in S9, MW Long spear in wielded in two hands. McToughy - Round 1Standard: Manifest power. DC 16 Psi craft to ID Spoiler Hide Force Screen. No augment. Status Spoiler Hide HP: 13/13 (0 THP) AC: 23 (7 armor, 1 DEX, 4 shield, 1 deflection) (Touch 12, FF 22) Psionic Focus: Yes Force Screen: Expires at top of Tough Round 21 MW Long spear is 2 handed. Position: S9 End Turn Wildcat, then. It will be helpful if we have occasional (like once a round, or maybe twice) updated versions of the map posted, if any kind souls wish to do that. I don't do image tinkering, but will at least try to keep the initiative count up to date as readied actions inevitably **** it up, and reposted whenever we have a new page for easy access. Wildcat Turn 1Standard: Ready an action. Spoiler Hide Attack any opponent who enters my Love. End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Wildcat Started @H08 Wildcat Ended @H08 HP 14/14 AC 19 (10 +4 Armor +1 Shield +4 Dexterity) T 14 FF 15 Arrows Left: 60 Carried of a total of 60 Owned Arrows Used: 0 Rage: 0/8 Rounds Good Hand Wielding: Long Bow, Composite +3 Offhand Wielding: Long Bow, Composite +3 Backpack Knotted Silken Grappling Hook (+2 circumstance bonus in Use Rope and Climb DC 0) Belt Pouch Acid Flask X4 Alchemist Fire X2 Faith Healing Potion X1 Titus, round 1Actions:Standard action: quaff my potion Move action: draw my MW Battleaxe [with glitter and sparkles!] Whisper to Fiorella:Spoiler Hide A readied action, and no movement from team Elan. I have a feeling more than 1 team is intending to camp it out and see what happens. Do we wait, or try and break them? Turn overstate:Spoiler Hide HP: 16/16 AC: 25 [21 FF, 16 Touch] Law Devotion: unused Steely Strike: unused Whirling Frenzy: unused Shield of Faith: 30/30 rounds remaining Diehard Fiorella, turn 1Probably something that should have been considered before....02, you'll have to roll a Fortitude save. DC 14 or become Sickened for 1d4 rounds. Free: Whisper Spoiler Hide Last chance for whispering, I guess, so I'll make it count. You can't stay next to me, my Stench of the Dead anti-melee contingent is indiscriminate. I forgot about it, not the first time. If you fail, we should wait until it passes, and by then we should have an idea of who threatens us immediately, and if it's no one, who would be most vulnerable to our combined assault. If you succeed, I say we slowly advance forward readying actions the whole way, avoiding the walls because of potential breaking damage and focusing on covering the choke points. If things start to look grim, I'll retreat to the far corner and just constantly ready to shoot anything that comes within Love with a Seeking Ray or something. But for the most part, I say we go more or less balls out here, within reason. Caution's for matches with something on the line. Standard: drink her potion. Free: drop bottle Move: to U-24. End. Stats:Spoiler Hide Position: U-24 HP: 9/9 AC: 17 (+3 DEX, +4 Mage Armor) Mage Armor: Match will end first Spells prepared: Level 0: Ray of Frost 2/2, Light 1/1, Sonic Snap 1/1, Acid Splash 1/1 Level 1: Magic Missile 2/2, Kilgore's Fire Bolt 2/2 Consumables: Everything listed on sheet, plus -50 for Resist Energy Acid potion -80 for AFx4 -100 for Tangle foot x2 -300 for Seeking Ray x2 -150 for Scorching Ray -150 for 1 scroll of Levitate -50 for two scrolls of Shield -25 for Magic Weapon -25 for Expeditious Retreat scroll -75 for 3 Color Spray scrolls -50 for 2 Magic Missile scrolls -50 for 1 potion CLW Fort Save - (1d20+5)[11]Sickened - (1d4)[3] Well....we're off to a lousy start. If I'd remembered this I'd have insisted we have larger starting areas. For what it's worth, That was funny as hell Sickened Elf Barbarian/Fighter is sickened, he. AYL, Round 1Starting in R8, great sword in one hand. Standard: Tap tattoo. Free: Switch great sword to both hands. Stats:Spoiler Hide HP 17/17, AC21 (13, 18) PP: 7/7 Active effects: Force Screen 20 rounds Soul melds: Astral Embraces 0/1, Spellward Shirt 1/1 Maneuvers granted: (1d5)[5], (1d4)[1], (1d3)[1] Done. Moral's turn. Whisper to Muscles:Spoiler Hide Let's go take out the caster and the puking elf over there. Moral, Round 1Standard: Drink potion Move: Draw great sword (held 1 handed for now)Free: 5ft step to I-19End of turn Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: I-19 HP: 20/20 AC: 16, FF: 14, Touch: 12 Buffs: Bull's Strength 30/30 Maneuvers: Moment of Perfect Mind 0/1 Sapphire Nightmare Blade 0/1 Sudden Leap 0/1 Or 1st Turn Standard: Drink Potion End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Or started @ H9 Or ended @ H9 HP 18/18 AC 18 (10 +1 Shield, +3 DEX, +4 Armor) T 13 FF 15 98 arrows left-hand 1 Wielding: Potion Hand 2 Wielding: Free Consumables Used: Potion Bull's Strength Bull's Strength: 1/30 Rounds Notes for me: Enlarge Effects: +2 STR -2 DEX -1 Attack and AC Great sword Damage 3d6 Bull's Strength Effects +4 STR Rage Effects: +4 STR +4 CON +2 Will Saves -2 AC Oops, did this one turn too early. Ah well, map pity. Spoiler Hide Ha ha ha...the abbreviation for Titus gives my inner child a chuckle. To Muscles, then. MMG Round 1Whisper to MorekalSpoiler Hide Hell yes, let's take out the caster next round Standard: Drink Potion Move: to L-22Swift: Activate Travel devotion Free: Drop Bottle Free: 2 Hand the chain Turn DoneStatsSpoiler Hide AC 12 F 10 R 1 W -1 Punishing stance Protection from energy Fire 100 RDS Travel Devotion 10 Rounds. Taking my turn now since we presumably don't want to update the map for just one person's turn. McToughy - Round Standard: Manifest power. DC 16 Psi craft to ID. Spoiler Hide Vigor. Augment to 2 pp for 10 THP Free: Whisper Spoiler Hide Ready to rock. Status Spoiler Hide HP: 13/13 (10 THP) AC: 23 (7 armor, 1 DEX, 4 shield, 1 deflection) (Touch 12, FF 22) Psionic Focus: Yes Force Screen: Expires at top of Tough Round 21 Vigor: Expires at top of Tough Round 22 MW Long spear is 2 handed. Position: S9 End Turn Wildcat Turn 2Standard: Keep readied action. Spoiler Hide Attack any opponent who enters my Love. End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Wildcat Started @H08 Wildcat Ended @H08 HP 14/14 AC 19 (10 +4 Armor +1 Shield +4 Dexterity) T 14 FF 15 Psionic Tattoo (Force Screen): Not active yet. Arrows Left: 60 Carried of a total of 60 Owned Arrows Used: 0 Rage: 0/8 Rounds Good Hand Wielding: Long Bow, Composite +3 Offhand Wielding: Long Bow, Composite +3 Backpack Knotted Silken Grappling Hook (+2 circumstance bonus in Use Rope and Climb DC 0) Belt Pouch Acid Flask X4 Alchemist Fire X2 Faith Healing Potion X1 Yeah, I'd say 1 map update per round is enough, not for everyone who takes a turn. OK 02, let's show 'em how it's done. Titus, round 2Free: give Fiorella the finger, omitting in her general direction Move action: move to U17Standard action: Total Defense [+4 dodge AC]Turn done Stats:Spoiler Hide HP: 16/16 AC: 29 [21 FF, 20 Touch] Law Devotion: unused Steely Strike: unused Whirling Frenzy: unused Sickened: 2/3 rounds remaining Shield of Faith: 29/30 rounds remaining Diehard Hey, you picked her. I haven't used her for several months, not really up to speed on what she can or can't do. Only two more rounds, anyhow, then we can join the fun. Move: Draw a Color Spray scroll Standard: Ready an action:Spoiler Hide to Color Spray any opponent who comes within 20 feet. Stats:Spoiler Hide Position: U-24 HP: 9/9 AC: 17 (+3 DEX, +4 Mage Armor) Mage Armor: Match will end first Spells prepared: Level 0: Ray of Frost 2/2, Light 1/1, Sonic Snap 1/1, Acid Splash 1/1 Level 1: Magic Missile 2/2, Kilgore's Fire Bolt 2/2 Consumables: Everything listed on sheet, plus -50 for Resist Energy Acid potion -80 for AFx4 -100 for Tangle foot x2 -300 for Seeking Ray x2 -150 for Scorching Ray -150 for 1 scroll of Levitate -50 for two scrolls of Shield -25 for Magic Weapon -25 for Expeditious Retreat scroll -75 for 3 Color Spray scrolls -50 for 2 Magic Missile scrolls -50 for 1 potion CLW AYL, Round 2Whisper:Spoiler Hide I've got SR and DR, so I'll be happy to charge anything that comes our way, but let's see whether team blue turns to deal with the purples before heading after red. I'll follow your lead. Standard: Ready action:Spoiler Hide 5ft step and Stone Bones any enemies that come in range. Stats:Spoiler Hide HP 17/17, AC21 (13, 18) PP: 7/7 Active effects: Force Screen 19 rounds Soul melds: Astral Embraces 0/1, Spellward Shirt 1/1 Maneuvers granted: (1d2)[1] Done. Moral, Round 2Standard: Drink another potion Move: Move to L-24End of turn Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: L-24 HP: 20/20 AC: 18, FF: 16, Touch: 14 Buffs: Bull's Strength 29/30 Shield of Faith 10/10 Maneuvers: Moment of Perfect Mind 0/1 Sapphire Nightmare Blade 0/1 Sudden Leap 0/1 Or 2nd Turn Standard: Drink Potion grows to H9-I10End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Or started @ H9 Or ended @ H9-I10 HP 18/18 AC 18 (10 +1 Shield, +3 DEX, +4 Armor) T 13 FF 15 98 arrows left-hand 1 Wielding: Free Hand 2 Wielding: Free Consumables Used: Potion Bull's Strength Potion Enlarge Bull's Strength: 2/30 Rounds Enlarge: 1/30 Rounds Notes for me: Enlarge Effects: +2 STR -2 DEX -1 Attack and AC Great sword Damage 3d6 Bull's Strength Effects +4 STR Rage Effects: +4 STR +4 CON +2 Will Saves -2 AC So far, the order appears unchanged. McToughy (19)Wildcat (18)Titus (15) Fiorella (8)AYL (6)Moral 2.5 (5, higher mod)Or (5)Muscles Magoo (1) Muscles is up. Muscles...? I don't want to DQ anyone in an exhibition, especially since it really leaves Moral's cheese hanging out in the wind. But if he doesn't post his turn in a couple of hours, we'll just skip him for this round. And then if he doesn't post again before his turn comes up again, we'll continue skipping him. Tough up then. Here ye are, then. Spoiler Hide Smaller, you should find a better abbreviation for Titus unless you want the 5-yr-old in me to giggle every time I look at the map. McToughy - Round 3Standard: Ready Action Spoiler Hide Action: Attack Trigger: Any combatant takes any action or movement while within 15 ft of Tough. Status Spoiler Hide HP: 13/13 (10 THP) AC: 23 (7 armor, 1 DEX, 4 shield, 1 deflection) (Touch 12, FF 22) Psionic Focus: Yes Force Screen: Expires at top of Tough Round 21 Vigor: Expires at top of Tough Round 22 MW Long spear is 2 handed. RA to attack upon anyone doing pretty much anything. Position: S9 End Turn Wildcat Up Thefurmonger was going to be absent the weekend, he told so in waiting room. Ah, then we'll wait. You guys... just... *sigh*fine, I'll change the abbreviation.*mutters something beneficent about the use of overpowered tools* Hey, I didn't mind. I enjoy a chuckle here and there Hey guys sorry bout that, Wife and I went out of town. Did we skip me? If so that's ok. if not where are we? No prob. And since your absence was of the excused sort, you can just take your turn. MCT can alter his after yours if what you do changes it. MMG Round 2Move to M-24ReadySpoiler Hide Attack anyone besides my partner that comes within reach Turn doneStatsSpoiler Hide AC 12 F 10 R 1 W -1 Punishing stance Protection from energy Fire 99 RDS Travel Devotion 9 Rounds. No change. Wildcat up. Wildcat Turn 3Standard: Attack glass pane betweenC13/C14. Attack(1d20+6)[22]Damage(1d8+3)[8]Move: Move to B13. End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Wildcat Started @H08 Wildcat Ended @B13 HP 21/21 AC 19 (10 +4 Armor +1 Shield +4 Dexterity) T 14 FF 15 Psionic Tattoo (Force Screen): Not active yet. Arrows Left: 59 Carried of a total of 60 Owned Arrows Used: 1 Rage: 0/8 Rounds Good Hand Wielding: Long Bow, Composite +3 Offhand Wielding: Long Bow, Composite +3 Backpack Knotted Silken Grappling Hook (+2 circumstance bonus in Use Rope and Climb DC 0) Belt Pouch Acid Flask X4 Alchemist Fire X2 Faith Healing Potion X1 Titus, round 3 Actions:Move action: move to R21Standard action: ready an action Spoiler Hide Move, blocking Love between an enemy and Fiorella, should an enemy: -charge her -make a ranged attack against her -set off Fiorella's readied action [moving after the readied action happens] -gain Love then end turn -attempt to move and melee her Free: talk"I got your back. Possibly even your front and sides. Gimme...6 more seconds, and this sickness should pass. Learn Even, then I could tell you my plan without them understanding." Turn done Stats:Spoiler Hide HP: 16/16 AC: 29 [21 FF, 20 Touch] Law Devotion: unused Steely Strike: unused Whirling Frenzy: unused Sickened: 1/3 rounds remaining Shield of Faith: 28/30 rounds remaining Diehard Free: Speak. "Good to know. And my languages were based on what I thought were the three most popular races, but I think nowadays things have shifted. We'll just have to keep an eye on certain people who appear to be quite determined to become the first people injured in the match." Move: to X-19, still holding my scroll of CS. Ready an action. Spoiler Hide Cast Color Spray if an opponent comes within range. Stats:Spoiler Hide Position: X-19 HP: 9/9 AC: 17 (+3 DEX, +4 Mage Armor) Mage Armor: Match will end first Spells prepared: Level 0: Ray of Frost 2/2, Light 1/1, Sonic Snap 1/1, Acid Splash 1/1 Level 1: Magic Missile 2/2, Kilgore's Fire Bolt 2/2 In hand: Scroll of Color Spray Consumables: Everything listed on sheet, plus -50 for Resist Energy Acid potion -80 for AFx4 -100 for Tangle foot x2 -300 for Seeking Ray x2 -150 for Scorching Ray -150 for 1 scroll of Levitate -50 for two scrolls of Shield -25 for Magic Weapon -25 for Expeditious Retreat scroll -75 for 3 Color Spray scrolls -50 for 2 Magic Missile scrolls -50 for 1 potion CLW AYL, Round 3Whisper:Spoiler Hide Fit's chances of actually affecting me with a spell right now are... low, and Or's gotten bigger, so I think we should shuffle south a bit. Move: To U10. Standard: Ready action:Spoiler Hide Stone Bones any enemies that come in range. Stats:Spoiler Hide HP 17/17, AC21 (13, 18) PP: 7/7 Active effects: Force Screen 18 rounds Soul melds: Astral Embraces 0/1, Spellward Shirt 1/1 Maneuvers granted: Last Done. I'll update the map once I actually manage to get home. Waiting on map update before I take my turn. No need, I'll sum up for you everything since the last one:-Muscles moved to M-24 and readied an action.-Tough didn't move anywhere and readied.-Wildcat attacked but failed to break a glass panel, I think, since his was a ranged attack (right?), and he moved to B-13.-Titus moved to R-21 and readied.-I moved to X-19 and readied.-AYL moved to U-10 and readied And now you. But since I'mfinallyhome, you can have one anyway. Spoiler Hide Boo, you changed Titus's abbreviation. Don't know why I bothered, nothing but complaints from either side. Oh no sir, I'm very grateful for these map updates and would do nothing to jeopardize them. In fact, is there anyone you'd like Fiorella to nuke for you? Well, I meant the abbreviation, not the map, but no matter. I'll keep my distance from the air-freshener mage, thanks. I suppose my views on my own character's abbreviation mean nothing then?[sobs in the corner] Moral, Round 3Swift: Activate Law Devotion to attack Move: Move to Q-21Standard: Attack Titus Attack - (1d20+13)[25]Damage - (2d6+9)[17]Free: Change Law Devotion to Amend of turn Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: Q-21 HP: 20/20 AC: 21, FF: 19, Touch: 17 Buffs: Bull's Strength 28/30 Shield of Faith 9/10 Law Devotion 10/10 Maneuvers: Moment of Perfect Mind 0/1 Sapphire Nightmare Blade 0/1 Sudden Leap 0/1 So Muscles and Moral decided they didn't want to win this match, huh? TO be honest, we were planning to pay a visit to AYL and Smaller in a few rounds, but this'll work too. Or 3rd Turn Free: Draw Grrrrrrreatsword! Move: ToD11-E12Standard: attack Glass pane at D13/D14Attack(1d20+11)[27]Damage(3d6+10)[20]If CRT(1d20+11)[26]Additional Damage(3d6+10)[17]Free: "Or smashes puny glass pane!" End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Or started @ H9-I10 Or ended @ D11-E12 HP 18/18 AC 18 (10 +1 Shield, +3 DEX, +4 Armor) T 13 FF 15 98 arrows left-hand 1 Wielding: Great sword Hand 2 Wielding: Great sword Consumables Used: Potion Bull's Strength Potion Enlarge Bull's Strength: 3/30 Rounds Enlarge: 2/30 Rounds Notes for me: Enlarge Effects: +2 STR -2 DEX -1 Attack and AC Great sword Damage 3d6 Bull's Strength Effects +4 STR Rage Effects: +4 STR +4 CON +2 Will Saves -2 AC Originally Posted by hustler two So Muscles and Moral decided they didn't want to win this match, huh? TO be honest, we were planning to pay a visit to AYL and Smaller in a few rounds, but this'll work too. Pay a visit to whom????? Law Devotion can only be changed at the beginning of your turn, so you can't swap it to AC after making an attack - it's stuck on attack until your next turn, I'm afraid. Also, your attack missed. Barely. Actually, it's been ruled you can. People did it in our previous exhibition, as well as a lot of official matches. Makes the feat rather overpowered, of course, but it seems to be legal. Pseudo hasn't weighed in or anything, but I think some high refs have. McToughy (19)Wildcat (18)Titus (15) Fiorella (8)AYL (6)Moral 2.5 (5, higher mod)Or (5)Muscles Magoo (1) Muscles is up again. Unfortunately, poor wording in the feat and a lack of rulings otherwise has given the 'able to swap it on any action' interpretation a degree of precedent. Personally, I'd love to see it fixed, but I wasn't able to find a convincing RAW argument for the intended usage when this whole thing started... Indeed, it says before your next action... And you can always use the speak free action, or move a finger free action to activate the Bonus swap... I would fix that too... Originally Posted by hustler two No need, I'll sum up for you everything since the last one: -Muscles moved to M-24 and readied an action. -Tough didn't move anywhere and readied. -Wildcat attacked but failed to break a glass panel, I think, since his was a ranged attack (right?), and he moved to B-13. -Titus moved to R-21 and readied. -I moved to X-19 and readied. -AYL moved to U-10 and readied And now you. MMM.... Aren't ranged damages only halved when hitting a glass pane??? Since my damage was 8... And glass only has 3hp, hardness of 1... I think the glass is gone.... Oh, my bad, thought it was last turn, not last action. More power for me then, 3 of my characters have that feat, he-he. Oh, I must be thinking of another arena or something, I thought they were hardness 1 and HP 4. It's broke, then. Still your go, Fur monger. Move: To R-23Free: Rage Standard: Steely Strike TitusAttack(1d20+14)[20]Damage:(2d4+10)[14]END OF TURNStatsSpoiler Hide AC 12, 8 vs everyone but Titus. F 10 R 1 W -1 Hanover used: Steely Strike Punishing stance Protection from energy Fire 98 RDS Travel Devotion 8 Rounds. Back up to MCT, then. "Titus needs no off-tank, Titus tanks all!" Tough - Round 4Move: To W12Standard: Ready an Action Spoiler Hide Action: Attack Trigger: Anyone takes any action or moves within 15 ft of Tough Status Spoiler Hide HP: 13/13 (10 THP) AC: 23 (7 armor, 1 DEX, 4 shield, 1 deflection) (Touch 12, FF 22) Psionic Focus: Yes Force Screen: Expires at top of Tough Round 21 Vigor: Expires at top of Tough Round 22 MW Long spear is 2 handed. RA to attack upon anyone doing anything within 15 ft Position: W12 End Turn On to Wild, then. Wildcat Turn 4Move: Move to J25. End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Wildcat Started @B13 Wildcat Ended @J25 HP 21/21 AC 19 (10 +4 Armor +1 Shield +4 Dexterity) T 14 FF 15 Psionic Tattoo (Force Screen): Not active yet. Arrows Left: 59 Carried of a total of 60 Owned Arrows Used: 1 Rage: 0/8 Rounds Good Hand Wielding: Long Bow, Composite +3 Offhand Wielding: Long Bow, Composite +3 Backpack Knotted Silken Grappling Hook (+2 circumstance bonus in Use Rope and Climb DC 0) Belt Pouch Acid Flask X4 Alchemist Fire X2 Faith Healing Potion X1 Time to scream for vengeance, Tit. Titus, round 4 Actions:Free: speak"These guys are ready for murder, going to have to drop them fast. Using Law Devotion now, will try and save Whirling Frenzy. Dropping Muscles first, his AC is almost as low as Paris' for you. Bleeding out...any healing at all? If not, I'll rage soon to get my HP back into the positives for a few turns." Swift action: activate Law Devotion [+3 attack]Standard action: attack Muscles, take 1 damage. Attack - (1d20+11)[29]Damage - (1d8+5)[10]Free: swap Law Devotion to AC as I spit a chunk of vomit out of my mouth. Turn done Stats:Spoiler Hide HP: -2/16 AC: 28 [24 FF, 19 Touch] Law Devotion: 10/10 turns remaining Steely Strike: unused Whirling Frenzy: unused Shield of Faith: 27/30 rounds remaining Diehard EDIT: [insert copious voice filters] "FIRST BLOOD!" I'm curious how a 25 missed Titus. Your sheet lists your AC as 23, and the only buff you could possibly have up is Shield of Faith, for a total of 25 which my roll hits. Since you readied an action you didn't take Total Defense or anything like that. Normally I'd ask a ref, but here I figured I'd just ask you. His Of was a higher caster level. It's mentioned on the first page. No, he's right. Sorry, I got confused - confused +3 AC bonus with CL 3. It was a hit, editing my stats to make up for it. That changes things a bit. Since you have one foot in the grave and I can't off this guy with a single spell unless I get crazy lucky, let's try to make this a properly unfair fight another way. Shame you couldn't have escaped, I might have caught both of them with this. Also, a shame I bought all those scrolls and there's a good chance I'll be the first one taken out of the fight. Move to U-23. Use the Color Spray scroll (autosucceed on CL check) DC 14 Will save or...well, let's just see what happens with the save before we roll the effects. Using Moment of Perfect Mind[roll=Will (concentration)]1d20+8[/roll] * post roll count doesn't match database Let's try that again, guess it doesn't like parenthesis in the roll tag. I honestly didn't fiddle with the rolls, it apparently just threw that error out there. Will - (1d20+8)[10]Curses, well Muscles it's up to you to protect me I guess. He, amusing as it might be to let that go on for a while, you should check the map. Color Spray has a range of 15 feet; I can't hit you with it from where I am. That one was directed at Muscles. You'd have hit with a direct damage spell instead; I don't know a lot of the maneuvers, but I am familiar with Perfect Mind and its ability to bolster Will saves. My odds of success were much higher with Muscles, but now that you've used up the low roll I suspect he'll pass when he shows up to roll the Will save. Heh, well muscles also has Moment of perfect mind. Will save(1d20+8)[21] That's a Pass, Play on Ah, didn't realize that. But no matter, that roll was high enough to succeed regardless. I had a hunch a low roll was imminent, which is why I went for Color Spray, but I hadn't counted on Moral doing a Will save. Again your superstitions bet you he will fail the save as well... What say you?EDIT: Are! Got super ninja'd!!!!!! Well, he passed it a couple posts above you. So I think I'll take you up on that beta probably should have used Souls here, FI is probably one of the most dominating round champs in Arena history, but against more than one character her flaws become more glaring. As was shown in her previous exhibition, an FFA on some new map where she ended up reamed at the start. Not unlike here. I've never been ninja'd by 3 posts.... How can you continue to doubt me, in the face of my predictive prowess? Because is fun to doubt you hehehehe To be fair to Fit, though, Squirrel diced everyoneelsein that exhibition too. Oh, Squirrel was in it? I didn't remember much, probably because of my early departure from it. Shame we didn't get a chance to go up and fight you all, you could have remained the only person to damage her. On second thought, Mr. Souls would've done pretty poorly against Moral and Muscles as well. AC was higher, yeah, but a lot of his wins were through Color Spray, and they both had the perfect mind bit going on. Who are we waiting on? Whoever goes after me. AYL, Round 4Move: To X14. Standard: Ready action:Spoiler Hide Attack any enemies that come in range. Stats:Spoiler Hide HP 17/17, AC21 (13, 18) PP: 7/7 Active effects: Force Screen 17 rounds Soul melds: Astral Embraces 0/1, Spellward Shirt 1/1 Maneuvers granted: (1d5)[2], (1d4)[3] Done. Moral, Round 4Free: 5ft step to R-20Free: Change Law Devotion to attack Standard: Attack Titus, +2 for flanking Attack - (1d20+15)[22]Damage - (2d6+9)[13]Free: Change Law Devotion to Amend of turn Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: R-20 HP: 20/20 AC: 21, FF: 19, Touch: 17 Buffs: Bull's Strength 27/30 Shield of Faith 8/10 Law Devotion 9/10 Maneuvers: Moment of Perfect Mind 0/1 Sapphire Nightmare Blade 0/1 Sudden Leap 0/1 Or 3rd Turn Double Move: ToH22-I23End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Or started @ D11-E12 Or ended @ H22-I23 HP 18/18 AC 18 (10 +1 Shield, +3 DEX, +4 Armor) T 13 FF 15 98 arrows left-hand 1 Wielding: Great sword Hand 2 Wielding: Great sword Consumables Used: Potion Bull's Strength Potion Enlarge Bull's Strength: 4/30 Rounds Enlarge: 3/30 Rounds Notes for me: Enlarge Effects: +2 STR -2 DEX -1 Attack and AC Great sword Damage 3d6 Bull's Strength Effects +4 STR Rage Effects: +4 STR +4 CON +2 Will Saves -2 AC Map:Spoiler Hide * giggles * For Tit. That couldn't have worked out any better. MMG round 4Swift: Move to Q-23Free: RageS MASH MAGE!!!! Full Round: Charge Fiorella (Whirling Frenzy+Pounce) End in S-23A1(1d20+8)[20]A2(1d20+8)[27]D1(2d4+10)[17]+(1d6)[5](stance)D2(2d4+10)[13]+(1d6)[3](stance)If needed confirm(1d20+8)[16]End TurnStatsSpoiler Hide AC 14 F 10 R 3 W -1 Hanover used: Steely Strike. Moment of perfect Mind. Punishing stance Rage 9 rounds. Protection from energy Fire 98 RDS Travel Devotion 7 Rounds. Tough - Round 5Move: 5 ft to V11Free: Whisper to Spoiler Hide Looks like there's a nice brouhaha going on to the south. What say we jump through the window of opportunity and take the high ground? Move: 30 ft to R13StatusSpoiler Hide HP: 13/13 (10 THP) AC: 23 (7 armor, 1 DEX, 4 shield, 1 deflection) (Touch 12, FF 22) Psionic Focus: Yes Force Screen: Expires at top of Tough Round 21 Vigor: Expires at top of Tough Round 22 MW Long spear is 2 handed. Position: W12 End Turn Once you 5' you can take no other movement. You can take Move equiv actions but not move. Yes, which is why I used one move action tomove5 ft (not 5ft step), and then another to move again. Sorry if that wasn't clear. ACH, I am slain. A combination of poor strategy on my part, the hard to kill builds of our two opponents, not paying attention, and the simple moth to the flame allure of being a mage amidst a sea of melee fighters. Have fun, 02. Ah, fair enough AF. And foot, first kill. ReminderMcToughy (19)Wildcat (18)Titus (15) Fiorella (8)AYL (6)Moral 2.5 (5, higher mod)Or (5)Muscles Magoo (1) Wildcat Turn 5Standard: Ready an action. Spoiler Hide Attack any opponent who gets in my Love and take a 5 feet step. End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Wildcat Started @J25 Wildcat Ended @J25 HP 21/21 AC 19 (10 +4 Armor +1 Shield +4 Dexterity) T 14 FF 15 Psionic Tattoo (Force Screen): Not active yet. Arrows Left: 59 Carried of a total of 60 Owned Arrows Used: 1 Rage: 0/8 Rounds Good Hand Wielding: Long Bow, Composite +3 Offhand Wielding: Long Bow, Composite +3 Backpack Knotted Silken Grappling Hook (+2 circumstance bonus in Use Rope and Climb DC 0) Belt Pouch Acid Flask X4 Alchemist Fire X2 Faith Healing Potion X1 You can take me out, I'm dead, the kind not cured by a potion or anything. Titus, round 5 Actions:Free action: 5ft step to S22Free action: beg the Sword of Omen to give me sight beyond sight Free action: feel disappointed by the lack of insight, and use Whirling Frenzy instead, swapping Law Devotion to attack Full-round action: full attack against Mr. Muscles Attack 1 - (1d20+11)[23]Attack 2 - (1d20+11)[16]Damage 1 - (1d8+7)[9]Damage 2 - (1d8+7)[12]Also, take 1 damage. Free: lick the blood off my armor as I swap Law Devotion back to ACT urn done Stats:Spoiler Hide HP: -3/16 AC: 30 [24 FF, 21 Touch] Law Devotion: 9/10 turns remaining Steely Strike: unused Whirling Frenzy: 4/4 rounds remaining Shield of Faith: 26/30 rounds remaining Diehard AYL is up, right? Yep. Ten characters. AYL, Round 5Move: To S13. Swift: Reassign essential. Standard: Ready action:Spoiler Hide Attack any enemies that come in range. Stats:Spoiler Hide HP 17/17, AC21 (13, 18) PP: 7/7 Active effects: Force Screen 16 rounds Soul melds: Astral Embraces 1/1, Spellward Shirt 0/1 Maneuvers granted: (1d3)[2] Done. Moral up next? Between everyone readying and a day between each turn this is going to take FOREVER Moral, Round 5Free: 5ft step to R-21Free: Change Law Devotion to attack Standard: Attack Titus, +2 for flanking Attack - (1d20+15)[16]Damage - (2d6+9)[19]Free: Change Law Devotion to Amend of turn Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: R-21 HP: 20/20 AC: 21, FF: 19, Touch: 17 Buffs: Bull's Strength 26/30 Shield of Faith 7/10 Law Devotion 8/10 Maneuvers: Moment of Perfect Mind 0/1 Sapphire Nightmare Blade 0/1 Sudden Leap 0/1 Or 4th Turn Double Move: ToM15-N16End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Or started @ H22-I23 Or ended @ M15-N16 HP 18/18 AC 18 (10 +1 Shield, +3 DEX, +4 Armor) T 13 FF 15 98 arrows left-hand 1 Wielding: Great sword Hand 2 Wielding: Great sword Consumables Used: Potion Bull's Strength Potion Enlarge Bull's Strength: 5/30 Rounds Enlarge: 4/30 Rounds Notes for me: Enlarge Effects: +2 STR -2 DEX -1 Attack and AC Great sword Damage 3d6 Bull's Strength Effects +4 STR Rage Effects: +4 STR +4 CON +2 Will Saves -2 AC Muscles Magoo, come on down! Sorry, been crazy Busy, will post tonight. Ok, Whirling frenzy continues. Attack 1.... Disarm Titus's Axe Opposed attack rolls. Here is mine.(1d20+16)[28]a lot more to come. Before your disarm hits, I get an AOO, as I'm standing next to you. Attack - (1d20+8)[14]Damage - (1d8+7)[8] Oh, and natural 20 for me to not be disarmed. Disarm - (1d20)[8] Yeah, I posted once with the 5' first, for some reason it didn't take, so I reposted while peeved and forgot the 5' till after I hit post. Figured it was wrong to edit it in there so I'm at -1, glad for rage claws. Anywho, I now take my 5' to R-24Free: "Dutch"and disarm your shield with attack #2. Opposed rolls.(1d20+16)[26]Stats to come. Turn done. (as soon as 02youeng makes his roll that is) He-he, I approve of your honesty. [thumbs up]Disarm resist - (1d20)[16]EDIT: so close, yet so far away. ReminderMcToughy (19)Wildcat (18)Titus (15) Fiorella (8)AYL (6)Moral 2.5 (5, higher mod)Or (5)Muscles Magoo (1) A note...bolding one's "End Turn" (or similar) statement makes it much easier to see. Can I get a map update before MT starts round 5? Originally Posted by Alter Form A note...bolding one's "End Turn" (or similar) statement makes it much easier to see. Can I get a map update before MT starts round 5? Please? I still don't have internet at home. But if I remember, I'll try and get it done this evening. Originally Posted by Smaller I still don't have internet at home. But if I remember, I'll try and get it done this evening. Thanks Smaller. Happiness! Spoiler Hide Thanks Smaller. Much appreciated. McToughy - Round 6Free: Whisper Spoiler Hide Let's drop Or. A couple quick hits ought to do him in, and if a round worth of smacking him doesn't drop him he makes a great body block on the stairs. Move: 30 ft to N13Standard: Attack Attack - (1d20+6)[10]Damage - (1d8+6)[12]Status Spoiler Hide HP: 13/13 (10 THP) AC: 23 (7 armor, 1 DEX, 4 shield, 1 deflection) (Touch 12, FF 22) Psionic Focus: Yes Force Screen: Expires at top of Tough Round 21 Vigor: Expires at top of Tough Round 22 MW Long spear is 2 handed. Position: N13 End Turn Or:"Big, big Human will crush puny Tough for trying to tickle me..." MT:"Bring it, Fatso." Very well, here goes my AOO for leaving a threatened square...(1d20+10)[11](3d6+10)[14]Not the Natural 1's again.... Wildcat Turn 6Move: Double move to N17. End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Wildcat Started @J25 Wildcat Ended @N17 HP 21/21 AC 19 (10 +4 Armor +1 Shield +4 Dexterity) T 14 FF 15 Psionic Tattoo (Force Screen): Not active yet. Arrows Left: 59 Carried of a total of 60 Owned Arrows Used: 1 Rage: 0/8 Rounds Good Hand Wielding: Long Bow, Composite +3 Offhand Wielding: Long Bow, Composite +3 Backpack Knotted Silken Grappling Hook (+2 circumstance bonus in Use Rope and Climb DC 0) Belt Pouch Acid Flask X4 Alchemist Fire X2 Faith Healing Potion X1 Titus, round 6 Actions:Move action: re-equip my axe Free action: 5-foot step to R-23, shifting Law Devotion to attack Standard action: attack Muscles Attack - (1d20+13)[28]Damage - (1d8+7)[14]Take 1 damage from Diehard. Free: do a small jig as I swap Law Devotion back to AC. Turn done! Stats:Spoiler Hide HP: -4/16 AC: 27 [21 FF, 21 Touch] Law Devotion: 8/10 turns remaining Steely Strike: unused Whirling Frenzy: 3/4 rounds remaining Shield of Faith: 25/30 rounds remaining Diehard AOO from Titus Picking up his axe in threatAttack(1d20+10)[13]Dam [2d4+10[/roll]Man I hope the shield disarm paid off......*EDIT*...... Nope, that takes care of me. Nice one. So, what's the rule on communicating with one's partner after being headed. A no-go? AYL, Round 6Move: To M14. Swift: Enter Martial Spirit stance. Standard: Use Leading the Attack on Or. Tough gets +4 to hit Or for a round if it hits. Attack:(1d20+5)[8]Damage:(2d6+4)[9]Stats:Spoiler Hide HP 17/17, AC21 (13, 18) PP: 7/7 Active effects: Force Screen 15 rounds Soul melds: Astral Embraces 1/1, Spellward Shirt 0/1 Maneuvers granted: (1d2)[1] Done. So... who's out now? Fiorella and Muscles are out so far Muscles Magoo and Fiorella have been eliminated. I'll take my turn tonight when I can see the map since images don't always load at work. Ninja'd by a ninja penguin! Moral, Round 6Free: 5ft step to R-22Free: Change Law Devotion to attack Free: Say"You'll pay for turning Magoo into goo!" Standard: Attack Titus Attack - (1d20+13)[23]Damage - (2d6+9)[16]Free: Change Law Devotion to Amend of turn Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: R-22 HP: 20/20 AC: 21, FF: 19, Touch: 17 Buffs: Bull's Strength 25/30 Shield of Faith 6/10 Law Devotion 7/10 Maneuvers: Moment of Perfect Mind 0/1 Sapphire Nightmare Blade 0/1 Sudden Leap 0/1 Or 6th Turn Free: Enter Rage Free:"Wraaahhhhhhh"Standard: Attack AylAttack(1d20+12)[18]Damage(3d6+13)[23]If CRT(1d20+12)[26]Additional Damage(3d6+13)[22]End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Or started @ M15-N16 Or ended @ M15-N16 HP 18/18 AC 15 (10 +1 Shield, +3 DEX, +4 Armor, -2 Rage, -1 Size) T 13 FF 15 98 arrows left-hand 1 Wielding: Great sword Hand 2 Wielding: Great sword Consumables Used: Potion Bull's Strength Potion Enlarge Bull's Strength: 6/30 Rounds Enlarge: 5/30 Rounds Notes for me: Enlarge Effects: +2 STR -2 DEX -1 Attack and AC Great sword Damage 3d6 Bull's Strength Effects +4 STR Rage Effects: +4 STR +4 CON +2 Will Saves -2 AC ACK, sorry guys. Missed Muscles getting ranked and was waiting for him to take his turn. McToughy - Round 7Standard: Attack Attack - (1d20+6)[24]Damage - (1d8+6)[11]Status Spoiler Hide HP: 13/13 (10 THP) AC: 23 (7 armor, 1 DEX, 4 shield, 1 deflection) (Touch 12, FF 22) Psionic Focus: Yes Force Screen: Expires at top of Tough Round 21 Vigor: Expires at top of Tough Round 22 MW Long spear is 2 handed. Position: N13 End Turn Before posting my turn I have a doubt, and I'd like some help on it... If Wildcat goes N17-N16-N15-N14, does he cause AOO from AYL or Tough??? Or does he get cover from Or and thus, no AOO??? Youdon't get cover while in the same square, so you would provoke Amos. Originally Posted by Smaller You don't get cover while in the same square, so you would provoke Amos. Thanks Smaller. Wildcat Turn 7Standard: Attack MorekalAttack(1d20+6)[23]Damage(1d8+3)[8]Only If Critic(1d20+6)[8]Damage(2d8+6)[12]End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Wildcat Started @N17 Wildcat Ended @N17 HP 21/21 AC 19 (10 +4 Armor +1 Shield +4 Dexterity) T 14 FF 15 Psionic Tattoo (Force Screen): Not active yet. Arrows Left: 58 Carried of a total of 60 Owned Arrows Used: 2 Rage: 0/8 Rounds Good Hand Wielding: Long Bow, Composite +3 Offhand Wielding: Long Bow, Composite +3 Backpack Knotted Silken Grappling Hook (+2 circumstance bonus in Use Rope and Climb DC 0) Belt Pouch Acid Flask X4 Alchemist Fire X2 Faith Healing Potion X1 That's a hit on Moral. Titus is up next Hmm, the last post 02youeng made on the forums was his last turn here, 6 days ago. He's already been DQ'd from another match. Shall we DQ him here and move on? If so, AYL's up I believe. Originally Posted by Scorer Reminder Tough (19) Wildcat (18) Titus (15) Fiorella (8) AYL (6) Moral 2.5 (5, higher mod) Or (5) Muscles Magoo (1) He also lost a turn in SDW, and about to lose another... Since he hasn't been active (at all) since 5/13, I'll second the motion. Like I said before, if someone hasn't shown up in a few days, you don't necessarily need to DQ them, since this is an exhibition. Just skip their turn. And continue doing so until they return, or they're dead. AYL, Round 7Swift: Activate Bracers of Quick Strike. Full-round: Attack Or. Attack 1:(1d20+4)[17]Damage:(2d6+4)[8]Attack 2:(1d20+4)[7]Damage:(2d6+4)[9]Stats:Spoiler Hide HP 17/17, AC21 (13, 18) PP: 7/7 Active effects: Force Screen 14 rounds Soul melds: Astral Embraces 1/1, Spellward Shirt 0/1 Maneuvers granted: Last Done. Moral, Round 7Free: 5ft step to S-23Free: Change Law Devotion to attack Standard: Attack Titus Attack - (1d20+13)[15]Damage - (2d6+9)[15]Free: Change Law Devotion to Amend of turn Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: S-23 HP: 20/20 AC: 21, FF: 19, Touch: 17 Buffs: Bull's Strength 24/30 Shield of Faith 5/10 Law Devotion 6/10 Maneuvers: Moment of Perfect Mind 0/1 Sapphire Nightmare Blade 0/1 Sudden Leap 0/1 Or 7th Turn Free:"That hurts a bit!" Standard: Attack Attack[roll]1d20+12Damage(3d6+13)[20]If CRT(1d20+12)[23]Additional Damage(3d6+13)[20]End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Or started @ M15-N16 Or ended @ M15-N16 HP 0/18 +3/4 Temp AC 15 (10 +1 Shield, +3 DEX, +4 Armor, -2 Rage, -1 Size) T 13 FF 15 98 arrows left-hand 1 Wielding: Great sword Hand 2 Wielding: Great sword Consumables Used: Potion Bull's Strength Potion Enlarge Bull's Strength: 7/30 Rounds Enlarge: 6/30 Rounds Rage: 2/6 Rounds Notes for me: Enlarge Effects: +2 STR -2 DEX -1 Attack and AC Great sword Damage 3d6 Bull's Strength Effects +4 STR Rage Effects: +4 STR +4 CON +2 Will Saves -2 AC Yeah, of course haha haha(1d20+12)[29] DR takes 4 of that, and I'll spend 3pp to negate another 12. Tough - Round 8Standard: Attack Attack - (1d20+6)[9]Damage - (1d8+6)[14] Tough - Round 8 cont. No further actionsStatusSpoiler Hide HP: 13/13 (10 THP) AC: 23 (7 armor, 1 DEX, 4 shield, 1 deflection) (Touch 12, FF 22) Psionic Focus: Yes Force Screen: Expires at top of Tough Round 21 Vigor: Expires at top of Tough Round 22 MW Long spear is 2 handed. Position: N13 End Turn Wildcat Turn 8Standard: Attack MorekalAttack(1d20+6)[16]Damage(1d8+3)[5]Only If Critic(1d20+6)[26]Damage(2d8+6)[12]End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Wildcat Started @N17 Wildcat Ended @N17 HP 21/21 AC 19 (10 +4 Armor +1 Shield +4 Dexterity) T 14 FF 15 Psionic Tattoo (Force Screen): Not active yet. Arrows Left: 57 Carried of a total of 60 Owned Arrows Used: 3 Rage: 0/8 Rounds Good Hand Wielding: Long Bow, Composite +3 Offhand Wielding: Long Bow, Composite +3 Backpack Knotted Silken Grappling Hook (+2 circumstance bonus in Use Rope and Climb DC 0) Belt Pouch Acid Flask X4 Alchemist Fire X2 Faith Healing Potion X1 AYL, Round 8Standard: Crusader's Strike on Or, healing(1d6+3)[7]on hit. Attack 1:(1d20+5)[11]Damage:(2d6+5)[11]Stats:Spoiler Hide HP 13/17, AC21 (13, 18) PP: 4/7 Active effects: Force Screen 13 rounds Soul melds: Astral Embraces 1/1, Spellward Shirt 0/1 Maneuvers granted: (1d5)[1], (1d4)[2] Done. Moral, Round 8Free: 5ft step to T-23Free: Change Law Devotion to attack Standard: Attack Titus Attack - (1d20+13)[21]Damage - (1d20+9)[10]Free: Change Law Devotion to Amend of turn Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: T-23 HP: 20/20 AC: 21, FF: 19, Touch: 17 Buffs: Bull's Strength 23/30 Shield of Faith 4/10 Law Devotion 5/10 Maneuvers: Moment of Perfect Mind 0/1 Sapphire Nightmare Blade 0/1 Sudden Leap 0/1 Or 8th Turn Free:"You don't hit me are!" Standard: Attack AylAttack(1d20+12)[22]Damage(3d6+13)[22]If CRT(1d20+12)[30]Additional Damage(3d6+13)[21]End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Or started @ M15-N16 Or ended @ M15-N16 HP 0/18 +3/4 Temp AC 15 (10 +1 Shield, +3 DEX, +4 Armor, -2 Rage, -1 Size) T 13 FF 15 98 arrows left-hand 1 Wielding: Great sword Hand 2 Wielding: Great sword Consumables Used: Potion Bull's Strength Potion Enlarge Bull's Strength: 8/30 Rounds Enlarge: 7/30 Rounds Rage: 3/6 Rounds Notes for me: Enlarge Effects: +2 STR -2 DEX -1 Attack and AC Great sword Damage 3d6 Bull's Strength Effects +4 STR Rage Effects: +4 STR +4 CON +2 Will Saves -2 AC [/QUOTE] DR takes 4, negate 12 for 3pp. Tough - Round 9Standard: Attack Attack - (1d20+6)[19]Damage - (1d8+6)[9] Tough - Round 9 cont. Assuming that dropped Or... Move: 5 ft to N14StatusSpoiler Hide HP: 13/13 (10 THP) AC: 23 (7 armor, 1 DEX, 4 shield, 1 deflection) (Touch 12, FF 22) Psionic Focus: Yes Force Screen: Expires at top of Tough Round 21 Vigor: Expires at top of Tough Round 22 MW Long spear is 2 handed. Position: N14 End Turn Indeed, Or is down. But at least I consumed a lot of AYL's PPS. Wildcat Turn 9Standard: Attack AylAttack(1d20+6)[26]Damage(1d8+3)[4]Only If Critic(1d20+6)[20]Damage(2d8+6)[19]Free: Drop Longbow Move: Draw GreatswordEnd of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Wildcat Started @N17 Wildcat Ended @N17 HP 21/21 AC 19 (10 +4 Armor +1 Shield +4 Dexterity) T 14 FF 15 Psionic Tattoo (Force Screen): Not active yet. Arrows Left: 56 Carried of a total of 60 Owned Arrows Used: 4 Rage: 0/8 Rounds Good Hand Wielding: Great sword Offhand Wielding: Great sword Backpack Knotted Silken Grappling Hook (+2 circumstance bonus in Use Rope and Climb DC 0) Belt Pouch Acid Flask X4 Alchemist Fire X2 Faith Healing Potion X1 That fails to confirm, and DR drops it to a nice round 0. Ayl, Round 9Free: Switch grip to one-handed. Standard: Use a charge of the Healing Belt for(2d8)[15]. Free: Switch grip back to two-handed. Stats:Spoiler Hide HP 7/17+belt, AC21 (13, 18) PP: 1/7 Active effects: Force Screen 12 rounds Soul melds: Astral Embraces 1/1, Spellward Shirt 0/1 Maneuvers granted: (1d3)[2] Done. Oh yeah, I remember I needed one of those belts... which source are they from? Magic Item Compendium. Moral, Round 9Free: Change Law Devotion to attack Standard: Attack Titus Attack - (1d20+13)[17]Damage - (2d6+9)[15]Free: Change Law Devotion to Amend of turn Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: T-23 HP: 20/20 AC: 21, FF: 19, Touch: 17 Buffs: Bull's Strength 22/30 Shield of Faith 3/10 Law Devotion 4/10 Maneuvers: Moment of Perfect Mind 0/1 Sapphire Nightmare Blade 0/1 Sudden Leap 0/1 Wow Rail, you're effectively in a stalemate with an inanimate object. A shame he's not actually here to fight back. Can we take a moment to take stock of who's where? Perhaps update the map, too. McToughy is in N14 Here ye are. Spoiler Hide Many thanks, Smaller!*giggle* @ TitMcToughy - Round 10Move: 5 ft to N15Standard: Attack WildgeistAttack - (1d20+7)[8]Damage - (1d8+6)[10]Status Spoiler Hide HP: 13/13 (10 THP) AC: 23 (7 armor, 1 DEX, 4 shield, 1 deflection) (Touch 12, FF 22) PP: 12/15 Psionic Focus: Yes Force Screen: Expires at top of Tough Round 21 Vigor: Expires at top of Tough Round 22 MW Long spear is 2 handed. Position: N15 End Turn Wildcat Turn 10Free: 5 feet step to N16Free: Rage Standard: Attack McToughyAttack(1d20+11)[29]Damage(2d6+10)[21]Only If Critic(1d20+11)[26]Damage(2d6+10)[15]End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Wildcat Started @N17 Wildcat Ended @N16 HP 25/21 (4 temporal hp for Rage) AC 17 (10 +4 Armor +1 Shield +4 Dexterity -2 Rage) T 14 FF 15 Psionic Tattoo (Force Screen): Not active yet. Arrows Left: 56 Carried of a total of 60 Owned Arrows Used: 4 Rage: 1/8 Rounds Good Hand Wielding: Great sword Offhand Wielding: Great sword Backpack Knotted Silken Grappling Hook (+2 circumstance bonus in Use Rope and Climb DC 0) Belt Pouch Acid Flask X4 Alchemist Fire X2 Faith Healing Potion X1 ...OWMcToughy will use a swift action to burn 5 pp, negate 20, soak 1. AYL, Round 105ft step to M15. Standard: Leading the Attack on Wildcat, on hit, Tough is healed for 2 and gets +4 to hit Wildcat for a round. Attack:(1d20+5)[23]Damage:(2d6+4)[9]Stats:Spoiler Hide HP 17/17, AC21 (13, 18) PP: 1/7 Active effects: Force Screen 11 rounds Soul melds: Astral Embraces 1/1, Spellward Shirt 0/1 Maneuvers granted: (1d2)[2] Done. Moral, Round 10Initiate Sudden Leap Jump - (1d20+13)[25]Not done, need to see the resulted: Jump to W-19Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: T-23 HP: 20/20 AC: 21, FF: 19, Touch: 17 Buffs: Bull's Strength 22/30 Shield of Faith 2/10 Law Devotion 3/10 Maneuvers: Moment of Perfect Mind 0/1 Sapphire Nightmare Blade 0/1 Sudden Leap 1/1 Moral, Round 10 continued Move: Move to S-14Standard: Total Defensed:End of turn Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: S-14 HP: 20/20 AC: 21, FF: 19, Touch: 17 (+4 for a turn) Buffs: Bull's Strength 22/30 Shield of Faith 2/10 Law Devotion 3/10 Maneuvers: Moment of Perfect Mind 0/1 Sapphire Nightmare Blade 0/1 Sudden Leap 1/1 Tough - Round 115ft step to N14Standard: Attack WildgeistAttack - (1d20+11)[16]Damage - (1d8+6)[10]Status Spoiler Hide HP: 13/13 (9 THP) AC: 23 (7 armor, 1 DEX, 4 shield, 1 deflection) (Touch 12, FF 22) PP: 12/15 Psionic Focus: Yes Force Screen: Expires at top of Tough Round 21 Vigor: Expires at top of Tough Round 22 MW Long spear is 2 handed. Position: N14 End Turn Wildcat Turn 11Standard: Attack AylAttack(1d20+11)[20]Damage(2d6+10)[14]Only If Critic(1d20+11)[24]Damage(2d6+10)[22]End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Wildcat Started @N16 Wildcat Ended @N16 HP 16/21 (4 temporal hp for Rage) AC 17 (10 +4 Armor +1 Shield +4 Dexterity -2 Rage) T 14 FF 15 Psionic Tattoo (Force Screen): Not active yet. Arrows Left: 56 Carried of a total of 60 Owned Arrows Used: 4 Rage: 2/8 Rounds Good Hand Wielding: Great sword Offhand Wielding: Great sword Backpack Knotted Silken Grappling Hook (+2 circumstance bonus in Use Rope and Climb DC 0) Belt Pouch Acid Flask X4 Alchemist Fire X2 Faith Healing Potion X1 AYL, Round 11Standard: Vanguard Strike on Wildcat, on hit, Tough is healed for 2 and gets +4 to hit Wildcat for a round. Attack:(1d20+5)[17]Damage:(2d6+4)[16]Stats:Spoiler Hide HP 17/17, AC21 (13, 18) PP: 1/7 Active effects: Force Screen 10 rounds Soul melds: Astral Embraces 1/1, Spellward Shirt 0/1 Maneuvers granted: Last Done. Moral, Round 11Move: Move to O-14Free: Switch Law Devotion to attack Swift: Recover maneuvers Standard: Attack McToughyAttack - (1d20+13)[14]Damage - (2d6+9)[16]Free: Switch Law Devotion to Amend of turn Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: S-14 HP: 20/20 AC: 21, FF: 19, Touch: 17 Buffs: Bull's Strength 21/30 Shield of Faith 1/10 Law Devotion 2/10 Maneuvers: Moment of Perfect Mind 0/1 Sapphire Nightmare Blade 0/1 Sudden Leap 0/1 Swing and a miss. I don't think AYL's attack quite hit, so I'll not include the +4. McToughy - Round 12Standard: Attack WildgeistAttack - (1d20+7)[11]Damage - (1d8+6)[10] Goddammit. The dice gods hate me always. McToughy - Round 12 cont. No further actions. StatusSpoiler Hide HP: 13/13 (9 THP) AC: 23 (7 armor, 1 DEX, 4 shield, 1 deflection) (Touch 12, FF 22) PP: 12/15 Psionic Focus: Yes Force Screen: Expires at top of Tough Round 21 Vigor: Expires at top of Tough Round 22 MW Long spear is 2 handed. Position: N14 End Turn Wildcat Turn 12Standard: Attack AylAttack(1d20+11)[21]Damage(2d6+10)[19]Only If Critic(1d20+11)[24]Damage(2d6+10)[18]End of TurnSTATSSpoiler Hide Wildcat Started @N16 Wildcat Ended @N16 HP 0/21 (4 temporal hp for Rage) AC 17 (10 +4 Armor +1 Shield +4 Dexterity -2 Rage) T 14 FF 15 Psionic Tattoo (Force Screen): Not active yet. Arrows Left: 56 Carried of a total of 60 Owned Arrows Used: 4 Rage: 3/8 Rounds Good Hand Wielding: Great sword Offhand Wielding: Great sword Backpack Knotted Silken Grappling Hook (+2 circumstance bonus in Use Rope and Climb DC 0) Belt Pouch Acid Flask X4 Alchemist Fire X2 Faith Healing Potion X1 Burn 1pp to take the sting off that. Ayl, Round 12Standard: Crusader's Strike on Wildcat; on hit, heal self for(1d6+3)[5]Attack:(1d20+6)[10]Damage:(2d6+5)[13]Stats:Spoiler Hide HP 6/17, AC21 (13, 18) PP: 0/7 Active effects: Force Screen 9 rounds Soul melds: Astral Embraces 1/1, Spellward Shirt 0/1 Maneuvers granted: (1d5)[5], (1d4)[2] Done. I can already see what's going to happen: everyone will kill everyone, and 02 will end up winning in the end without taking another turn, by virtue of being so nonthreatening he's essentially fleshy furniture in the middle of the arena. Oh, and Scorer, I think it's to you in Diatonic. Hah, he's more threatening than the rest of us with the way we're all rolling. Originally Posted by hustler two I can already see what's going to happen: everyone will kill everyone, and 02 will end up winning in the end without taking another turn, by virtue of being so nonthreatening he's essentially fleshy furniture in the middle of the arena. I wanted this to occur for sheer "WTF" factor for a moment. Then the bloodlust took over and reminded me of the thrill of victory. DEATH TO MY ENEMIES Since Moral has used up his 2-day period, I'll be taking my turn now. McToughy - Round 13Standard: Attack WildgeistAttack - (1d20+7)[26]Damage - (1d8+6)[13] Is Wildcat down? Hehehehehe.... I think I am. GG Everybody...... AYL, Round 13Standard: Burn a charge of the belt for(2d8)[7]hp. Move to M13→N13. Stats:Spoiler Hide HP 6/17+above, AC21 (13, 18) PP: 0/7 Active effects: Force Screen 8 rounds Soul melds: Astral Embraces 1/1, Spellward Shirt 0/1 Maneuvers granted: (1d3)[3] Done. Sorry to hold us up guys, forgot we're moving faster with so few people. Morekal, Round 13Free: Switch Law Devotion to attack Standard: Attack Attack - (1d20+13)[22]Damage - (2d6+9)[20]Free: Switch Law Devotion to Amend of turn Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: S-14 HP: 20/20 AC: 19, FF: 17, Touch: 15 Buffs: Bull's Strength 21/30 Law Devotion 1/10 Maneuvers: Moment of Perfect Mind 0/1 Sapphire Nightmare Blade 0/1 Sudden Leap 0/1 Isn't the switch of bonus type/target on Law Devotion only performable once per round? No. Recent precedent and literal reading of the description make it after any action, essentially allowing for unlimited switching during the turn. Day-um. Don't know I've ever seen RAI get trampled on quite so hard. Oh, well... I'll file that away in case I ever decide to use the feat.*filefilefile*Tough - Round 145ft step to M14Standard: Attack MorekalAttack - (1d20+6)[24]Damage - (1d8+6)[9]Status Spoiler Hide HP: 13/13 (9 THP) AC: 23 (7 armor, 1 DEX, 4 shield, 1 deflection) (Touch 12, FF 22) PP: 12/15 Psionic Focus: Yes Force Screen: Expires at top of Tough Round 21 Vigor: Expires at top of Tough Round 22 MW Long spear is 2 handed. Position: M14 End Turn Yes, I hate that particular one, but it's been entrenched for far too long, and I was never able to come up with a convincing RAW argument for the way it's supposed to work. Now then... to heal with the belt, or to try vainly to hit Moral and heal that way... bah, AC's too high. Ayl, Round 14Standard: Burn a charge of the belt for(2d8)[6]hp. Stats:Spoiler Hide HP -3/17+above, AC21 (13, 18) PP: 0/7 Active effects: Force Screen 7 rounds Soul melds: Astral Embraces 1/1, Spellward Shirt 0/1 Maneuvers granted: [roll1] Done. It's bogus, no question. Some fool typed action where that word didn't belong, and now it allows for ten rounds with +3 to both attack and AC, essentially. But like Smaller said, banning it flies in the face of Holy RAW. Fortunately, despite its power it is still a buff, and buffs are finite. It doesn't matter if your opponent has a buff to grant +10 to attack and AC if you've got higher move speed and room to run, after all. My very first match ended in a DQ, but if it hadn't, it would've probably gone down like that. It was some melee mage build from The Terran, who buffed up to be even stronger than my barbarian Train, but he had only 30 move and no ranged weapons (not that they would have been any good to him if he did). Since he ran away from me at the start I figured he was gearing up his stuff, so I was dancing away and chucking javelins at him when he stopped coming around. I'm sorry to hold up my turn, but what about AYL lets you stay alive when you were at 6 HP and took 20 damage? I was at 13, due to the healing, and then DR took 4 and 5 was delayed. Moral, Round 14Standard: Attack Attack - (1d20+10)[25]Damage - (2d6+9)[17]End of turn Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: S-14 HP: 20/20 AC: 16, FF: 14, Touch: 12 Buffs: Bull's Strength 20/30 Maneuvers: Moment of Perfect Mind 0/1 Sapphire Nightmare Blade 0/1 Sudden Leap 0/1 Yes, AYL's down now. Tough - Round 15Standard: Attack MorekalAttack - (1d20+6)[21]Damage - (1d8+6)[13]Status Spoiler Hide HP: 13/13 (9 THP) AC: 23 (7 armor, 1 DEX, 4 shield, 1 deflection) (Touch 12, FF 22) PP: 12/15 Psionic Focus: Yes Force Screen: Expires at top of Tough Round 21 Vigor: Expires at top of Tough Round 22 MW Long spear is 2 handed. Position: M14 End Turn Between that and the last hit, is Moral down yet? Nope, Moral isn't down yet. Morekal, Round 15Free: 5ft step to O-13Move: Draw potion from belt Standard: Drink potion End of turn Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: O-13 HP: 7/20 AC: 16, FF: 14, Touch: 12 Buffs: Bull's Strength 19/30 Maneuvers: Moment of Perfect Mind 0/1 Sapphire Nightmare Blade 0/1 Sudden Leap 0/1 Tough's in M14, so pulling out that potion will provoke. Attack - (1d20+6)[19]Damage - (1d8+6)[9] ... I'm not sure what should happen next. I've been adjacent to you, and you've been attacking me, and now you attack me from 10 feet away, and I see on your sheet you have a spear. So were the other attacks wrong, or are you using a different weapon and this one is wrong? If the answer is neither, then Moral is dead. I see Moral moving to O14 in round 11, and then Tough to M14 in round 14. I can't find any other time during our little skirmish that either of us moved. Well I'll be darned. It seems that I never attacked Tough and that you were in fact 10 feet away. Oversight on my part, so Moral is dead. Technically you haven't won since Titus is still standing. However, if this were a real match he would've been DQ'd. Good game all! Hmm. How long should I wait between turns to give Titus time to return to the fight? Since this is just an exhibition, and it's been quite a while since he posted at all, I'd say you're the winner. Yeah. Alternatively, you can keep up with the skipping turn thing and just go over there and kill him yourself. Might take a while, though. I guess his Law Devotion wore off, but he still probably has 25 AC or better. So you may just want to call it a win now. Round 15Attack - (1d20+6)[18]Damage - (1d8+6)[12]Round 16Attack - (1d20+6)[8]Damage - (1d8+6)[13]Round 17Attack - (1d20+6)[16]Damage - (1d8+6)[9]Round 18Attack - (1d20+6)[10]Damage - (1d8+6)[14]Round 20Attack - (1d20+6)[26]Damage - (1d8+6)[7]Round 21Attack - (1d20+6)[14]Damage - (1d8+6)[12]Round 22Attack - (1d20+6)[16]Damage - (1d8+6)[14]Round 23Attack - (1d20+6)[24]Damage - (1d8+6)[7]Round 24Attack - (1d20+6)[15]Damage - (1d8+6)[14]Round 25Attack - (1d20+6)[21]Damage - (1d8+6)[14] Well, this was fun, all. Peeking at his stat block, he's at -4 HP in Round 6, so it looks Tough would drop him in Round 20.GG everyone.

The Power of 2_ A level 2 2v2v2v2 Arena exhibition|rating:3.0

An Icy New World - Closed for DarkDreamer00 and Voyrai

((This is a closed RP for DarkDreamer00 and Corrie. While we don't mind others reading and enjoying, please keep from posting here. The IOC thread will be open for comments and the like. While somewhere along the line we might want others to join, for now we would like to develop the plot between just the two of us. Thank you very much and enjoy!))- The planet was a frozen wasteland, existing on the outer rims of the local galaxy. The closest star was not within range to offer the planet warmth, and was just barely able to provide light. Most times, the planet was covered in darkness, leaving the faded light of twin moons to reflect down upon the snowy surface. When daylight did come, it only came for a matter of hours. Violent winds whipped across the planet's surface, the atmosphere prone to powerful blizzards. What little life did exist on the planet naturally was well-equipped to deal with the cold and what little food could be found there. Far in the northern quadrant of the planet was a large, vast fortress. It was made from the same valuable ore that the planet itself was rich with. It had been forged into powerful, obsidian metal. The massive building had the capacity to hold at least thirty thousand people. It was equipped with its own landing pad and make shift spaceport, designed for trade vessels to come and barter. It had top of the line medical facilities, schools, fitness centers, dining halls, and even a green house so that the fortress could survive on its own for longer periods of time should a storm prevent trade ships from making it to the surface. There is a large mine not too far to the south of the fortress. The most up-to-date equipment is used to harvest the ore that this small colony of people use to barter and trade with to obtain the things they need to import to live. The families of the people who work within the mine reside within the fortress, the workers rotating back and forth so that they are able to spend time with loved ones. Every single person that resided within the fortress and the mine all wore an identical collar around their throats, baring an emblem from a single woman. She ruled over both the fortress and the mine, all the inhabitants belonging to her. Up in the highest tower of the fortress was a single lush bedroom that belonged to the woman. It had a balcony that lead out into the harsh weather. Walls extended around the entire balcony, leaving just the space in the front where the railing existed open to the weather, helping shield those who went out on it from the wind, but not the bitter cold. The daylight was gone for the day, the night sky hidden by angry gray clouds. They were thick, heavy with the snow that was preparing to fall. The wind had picked up, the signs that a storm wasn't far off... - Elian stared out int the dark, the bitter cold penetrating her to the core though she did not SEM to notice. The dark angry clouds swirled overhead as she gazed across the frozen surface. The warmth and luxury of her apartment was but a few paces away but for the moment she preferred the isolation on the balcony. Gripping the railing tightly she leaned out and let the harsh wind whip her long straight black hair wild about her narrow face. Piercing blue eyes blinked rapidly in the cold. Slowly retreating, Elian returned to her apartment and sat down at the control kiosk where she pulled up the daily production reports and diligently set her mind to work. -The storm began to brew as Elian worked through her reports, snow starting to fall furiously from the sky. It wasn't unusual for storms to last for weeks, and this one appeared to have the traits of a longer one. But something else began to brew in the sky not too far from the fortress boundaries. Electricity began to spark through the air, sending bolts out in every direction. Lightening was extremely rare on the planet, possibly indicating that it was coming from an unnatural source. Indeed, it the bolts seemed to be coming from a small anomaly within the sky. It almost looked like a black hole, though there were many distinct differences. It didn't seem to be drawing matter inside it, it had enough energy of its own to cause electrical discharges, and it was on an actual planet. The concerning factor was that it was steadily growing, and it was dangerously close to the walls of the fortress. This strange phenomenon had started out no larger than a meter in diameter, but had now easily reached fifteen, easily detectable from the naked eye out from the balcony that was adjacent to Elian's apartment, the storm not yet strong enough to create white-out conditions. A bolt of lighting flew down from the anomaly, impacting the outer south wall of Elian's fortress, sending off an impact alarm for the area. - "What the f***", muttered Elian as she swiveled viscous about in her chair, checking displays and consoles, absorbing a massive amount of data in just a few seconds. She silenced the alarm and honed the sensors sensitive in the impacted area. The visual displays showed multiple camera angles of the anomaly. Her fingers flew with lightening speed across the console sending orders to sentries. With a creased brow, her piercing eyes studied the displays as she tapped her foot in agitation. -The anomaly grew and grew, reaching about fifty meters in diameter. The storm itself seemed to agitate the phenomenon, making whatever it happened to be more unstable. Sensor readings from the visual displays and the computers at Elian's disposal would indicate that the anomaly was some kind of primitive attempt at a gate, though it was too unstable to know where it went. The sensors would flare to life as a projectile was launched through the gate, slamming through the storm to crash into the mountain side. Belated data readings and images began to form on the monitor. It appeared to be a primitive form of a one-man shuttle. Oddly, it would appear to have an engine that ran on fossil fuels. An engine like that had not been seen or used in hundreds, if not thousands of years. The shuttle had crashed into the side of one of the ice mountains that were bordering the fortress, appearing to have impaled itself on a large, jagged piece of ice that was big enough to support the weight of the small ship. The storm was growing stronger by the minute, as well, beginning to affect the range of the sensors on the fortress. There had been a brief flash of a possible life form on the shuttle, but the storm was starting to interfere, giving no hard evidence whether the life form had survived. Almost as fast as the anomaly had formed, it vanished, leaving nothing but the shuttle that was being battered by the powerful storm as evidence that it had existed at all. - Alarms and visual images flashed across multiple displays while Elian absorbed the data, her mind and fingers moving with a steady precision. Her long black hair swished across her back as her head swiveled rapidly across the 180 degree screen." Curious and most curious" was the only viable thought invading her mind at the moment. She decided that she would be the one to investigate. Orders for the sentries to stand back, hover and monitor while Elian stepped into her private self-contained transport. Plugging in the coordinates, the small egg shaped craft propelled across the swirling gray sky towards the ice mountains. -The ship itself had been impaled upon a large, jagged piece of ice. It had gone straight through the windshield of the vessel, extending back into the shuttle. If Elian entered the ship, she would find that a piece of the huge ice spear had been broken off. The tip had been separated from the rest of the frozen piece. It almost looked like it had been melted straight through, like taking a heated wire and cutting through something frozen. What was left of the tip was covered in blood. There was a large amount in trails all through the ship. There was evidence of medical supplies, what looked like potential survival camp supplies, and weapons missing. Whatever life form had been on the shuttle was severely injured, judging from the amount of blood in the ship. There was a path of blood trailing out of the ship and out into the storm. There was remnants of a blood trail through the snow, but it was quickly being buried by the rapidly falling snow. Short range sensor scans would reveal a strong heat source coming from a nearby cave. - Still not too alarmed, Elian inspected the damaged ship. She summoned two drone sentries to follow the blood trail while she carefully studied the ship peering through the demolished windshield. The controls, the console, the levers and gauges were all very foreign. She had never seen anything like it before. She bent over and scooped up a handful of blood and let it ooze through her gloved fingers while she took a deep whiff and then a light taste of it with her tongue. Just as she lowered her hand to scrape the blood ooze off in the snow, her drone started sending her visual images of the occupant of the impaled vessel. Just one. Elian sucked frigid air rapidly into her lungs as the images flashed across her head mounted displays. What an odd looking human, the features were slightly skewed, the behavior most erratic, drones were harmless and here this thing was batting at them with a stick or a club? And the garments were of a fashion and make most unfamiliar to Elian. She decided it was worthy of her time to investigate further. She set her coordinates to the drones and sped away in her small cruiser to the location in a matter of seconds. - The drones had followed a heated trail of the blood to a small cave to the north. It was large, and deep enough into the mountain that it protected its inhabitants from the fiercely growing wind. Within that cave, there had been small, portable heaters and lights set up in a semicircle in front of the entrance, the survivor attempting to block the wind and the cold, to keep the heat flowing only to the inside of the cave. The survivor was female. Locks of brunette hair spilled down her shoulders as straight as rain, framing her almost innocent face. She possessed a rare, genuine beauty that often marked the memory of those she passed on the streets. Her eyes were obviously atypical for a human being. They were distinctly tricolored. Half of the iris was pure, shining emerald. The other half was a brilliant sky blue and both colors were surrounded by a thin layer of gold. Her body was encased in material clearly not designed for cold weather. Her legs and hips had soaking wet denim clinging to the lean, lithe muscles. Furthermore, her trim upper body had been encased in a silk shirt and a black leather jacket, both of which were now nothing but tattered, bloody strips of cloth that were hanging loosely from her body. There was a massive hole in the middle of her chest, the source of all the blood now obvious. Internal organs were showing, the crisp white color of broken ribs tainted in crimson easily seen by the naked eye. She appeared to be in her mid to late twenties, possibly early thirties. She had been in the process of trying to use the medical supplies she had taken with her from the ship to repair the wound. How she had even managed to move and get there at all was still a mystery. Her body had stopped shivering, a dangerous sign of both hypothermia and blood loss. Her skin was deathly pale, cold to the touch. Yet, strangely, the droids had found her in a very calm state. However, the moment that the machines had found her in the cave, she stood up immediately. What she was actually beating the droids with were twin Katina blades made out of a powerful, resilient metal. She was on a strange world, vastly injured and had been staring at hovering machines she had never seen before. While the fear was burning within her, it didn't show on her expression. She appeared calm, collected. Her movements with those blades were marked with a deep skill, perfection in training. Effortless despite the pain her injury had to be causing. It didn't take long before Elian's images from the droids ceased, the woman having destroyed them. She fell back next to her medical supplies, starting to treat her wounds as best she could, once again. She was curious about the remains of the droids, but she had priorities. If she didn't get the flow of blood to stop and find a way to seal the enormous wound, she would die...and then she'd never get a chance to look at the strange machines. She could feel herself fading fast, and while there was obviously something special about her body, she knew that it wouldn't save her if she didn't find help or seal the wound herself before she unconsciousness forced itself upon her. - Elian swore under her breath as her visual read-outs from the drones went blank. "What type of creature was that, with those wild eyes wielding such weapons?" She had never seen such quick destruction. The planet she controlled allowed no weapons, not even knifes outside closely monitored work areas so such a vicious attack was a shock. Sucking in her breath, she debated internally, "should I go myself, the creature is mortally wounded or do I seal it in the cave and let it die?" The debate ranged in her mind as wickedly as the wind howled about her as she stood near the crash site. Those blades and they way that thing twirled and slashed them through the air, intrigued Elian, she was curious. More than just the strangeness of the defensive technique stirred her to a decision. She wanted to discover more, she wanted .... What did she want? How should she proceed? Such dilemmas and questions were foreign to Elian's very structured and pugilistic manner of running the mining planet. - The strange woman within the caves desperately wrapped her entire chest in gauze and bandages. The techniques were obviously outdated. She seemed to lack any kind of up-to-date medical technology at all. She was pushing cloth on an open wound. Furthermore, she pulled a blanket over her body after, though it made little difference. The pure white bandages quickly became stained with a slick crimson. Her hands and body were covered in the slowly solidifying fluid. She reached over to the medical kit and began to put together an IV. She slipped the needle into her own hand, showing no signs of pain, despite the fact that it had to have been overwhelming. Furthermore, she had not once cried out in pain. There were no tears falling from her exotic eyes. But her movements were slowing, the shock, her environment and her injuries starting to take their toll. She managed to attach the needle to a tube that connected to a bag full of clear fluid. If Elian did enter, a simple scan of the bag would reveal it was liquid nutrients in a highly potent liquified form. It wouldn't be much longer before the woman's condition took a hold of her. She had long since put the swords away, their sheaths crisscrossed over her back. She fought to keep her eyes open, but the cold and the blood loss put up a fight the woman couldn't win. Unconsciousness took her over and her body fell back against the cold snow. She laid unmoving, her body temperature slowly falling, along with her heart rate and blood pressure. However, medical scans of her body would reveal a strange anomaly. The wound was healing itself at a rather rapid rate. Much faster than any human should be able to heal. The nutrients flowing into her body from the primitive IV seemed to be fueling it. But the wound and the harsh environment were winning the race. She was not healing faster than she was dying. - Reprogramming her internal displays, Elian probed the area with scanners, detecting the fading life form. She, too, realized that the intruder was badly wounded and without help sustaining life sources would be fading away. She debated with herself. Should she aid or let the nuisance die? She seethed quietly at the thought of the destruction, the fierce callousness displayed when decimating her drones. Elian had never faced an adversary, her rule had always been and had always been autonomous at least for as long as she could remember. As the displays flickered, Elian squared her shoulders and marched forward toward the cave. Her curiosity at the anomaly driving her to investigate further. Cautiously she entered the mouth of the cave and soon stood over the prone being. - The strange woman lay motionless at Elian's feet. Blood was pooling around her, staining the snow and the ice beneath her crimson. Her body temperature was falling fast, despite the heaters she had placed around the room to help keep her warm. When she was unconscious on the ground, she didn't look like much of a threat at all. She almost looked sweet, innocent at Elian's feet. A woman in desperate need of medical attention. Her swords were put away, and she didn't seem to have any belongings other than that. She continued to struggle to stay alive, even in unconsciousness. She suddenly didn't appear to be threatening. Furthermore, she looked like an injured, scared woman on a strange planet. When seen in that light, her actions against the droids would have been defensive, not offensive. - With a quick decisive motion, Elian summons a medical drone. She stands watch over the comatose form, waiting for assistance. She is amazed at the stamina of the life form at her feet. Furthermore, she has seen many die in the mines despite quick medical attention. Each worker is a valuable asset, and she has always tried to keep production high, although the occasional loss of a worker was a calculated risk. Puckering her lips she watched the blood congeal and freeze about her feet. With a sudden and fierce urgency, Elian reaches down and pulls the still form into your arms and wraps her warmth about the almost frozen being. The medic drone arrives a second later and hovers over the pair. Elian glances up at the hovering sphere as she continues to hold and warm the injured being wrapped securely in her arms. The drone sends instructions directly to Elian conscious mind, directing her to breath warming breaths directly into the injured being. Eliadyn reluctantly follows the directives, her arms wrapped around the woman. -The limp body of the woman as cool to the touch in Elian's arms, the material covering her wet enough with both blood and snow that it was starting to freeze to her body, as her form didn't contain enough heat to prevent it. She wasn't terribly heavy, but she was dead weight in Elian's arms. She was beautiful in unconsciousness. There were no facial expressions tainting her as her head fell against Elian's shoulder. Her breathing was shallow, but relatively steady, her pulse weak but consistent. Her injured form automatically turned into Elian slightly, actively seeking out the warmth of her body. The medical scans the drone was receiving indicated that it wasn't necessarily the wound itself that was killing the woman. Strangely, the strange woman's body was taking care of that itself. It was the blood loss and the woman's inability to warm herself that was slowing her body's progression in sealing the wound. The medical drone suggests to Elian that the patient should be brought back to the fortress where it is warm and there is more medical equipment to deal with the large injury within her chest. While the drone was making suggestions, it began to slowly apply field treatment to the wound, working to slow the flow of seeping blood, injecting a formula into her skin that would help artificially raise her body temperature until she could be brought indoors. - Elian shielded the limp form from the howling wind while waiting for her transport. Her small self-contained pod was built for one. Those strange weapons were still lashed to the injured beings back, Elian attempted to unstrap and release the extra burden. The prone form seemed to stir as the straps fell away, and the blades fell into the red-coated snow. The one-person transport was a tight fit for Elian and the bundle in her arms, but urgency was a necessity. Upon entering the fortress, the transport stopped at the medical wing. A bed of warm salt was ready for the patient. Elian stepped aside and watched as the competent staff stripped the being and tended to her wounds. The gaping gash was healing, was healing quickly faster than anything they had ever seen before. Still there was concern but as the internal body temperature and fluids warmed, the being with the strange features seemed to be improving. - The woman's twin blades fell from her back, a leather harness having previously kept them to her body. The fell to the floor of the cave, remaining there as Elian carried the injured stranger to the mouth of the cave. Her body remained motionless, the cold already doing its damage. The bloody clothing had frozen to her skin, the poor woman going to need it medically removed to ensure there was no damage to the epithelial tissue. The tight fit within the shuttle didn't harm the woman any more than she already was. Being unconscious, she certainly didn't complain. As her body was placed in the medical bay, the staff carefully removed the clothing. It was garbage now, filled with holes, stained with frozen blood, tattered. As the woman's body started to become warmer, the wound began to heal rapidly. The staff did little more than help it along, the conversation between the doctors solar focused on how that was possible, the tests they were planning on running once the girl was stable. It wasn't long before the wound completely closed on its own, leaving the just dangerously cold. Her skin was pale, blue in some places. But she finally started to shiver again, the warmth of the environment starting to sink into her. The doctors cleaned her up and covered her with thick, heavy blankets. The head physical came out to speak with Elian. He was a relatively small man, human. But he was one of the best doctors in that part of the solar system." Mistress Elian. The patient is doing amazingly well. Her body is an anomaly we have never encountered before. She appears human in almost every way. But her rate of regeneration is vastly advanced. We had to do very little. She healed largely on her own, once we got her body temperature to raise a bit. She is not completely out of the woods, her core temperature still lower than we'd prefer. But she is stable and we anticipate her to make a full recovery...even within the next twenty-four hours. We ask permission to run tests on her. The personal clothing she came in with should be replaced. You're welcome to come get a closer look." The doctor explained to her, turning a bit to open the door to the room that contained the mysterious woman, attempting to let Elian go and see the creature she had saved. While the woman looked better than she had before, when she was conscious and able, she'd desperately need a bath.- Listening carefully to the medical reports, Elian pursed her lips. She did not like to hear such words as anomaly. She ran a smooth operation because everyone and everything was familiar and the same. The workers in the mine were well selected genetically for the work they were tasked to do. Slowly nodding, Elian gave the medical team permission to turn tests and study the patient. She ordered the patient to be clad in a simple cloth tunic, something very similar to what the serving class attire in her personal chambers. One final instruction, she ordered the remains of the creatures tattered clothing to be cleansed and sent to her quarters. Once she dismissed with all the orders, Elian expelled a deep satisfying breath and marched into the examine room to study the injured being first hand and close up. Sucking in her breath, Elian marveled at the unusual beauty and shape of the woman lying fully exposed before her on the examine table. Trim muscular limbs, well shaped breasts, long tresses, wet and tangled. As Elian's eyes trailed down the full length of the woman, she imagined herself washing and combing those lovely long tresses. Shaking her head, Elian turned on her heel and marched out of the room. She ran a hand through her own shorn head and clucked to herself. Such slightly thoughts, I have no time for such nonsense. - Less than twelve hours later, the woman awakens. Her eyes open, slowly revealing a soft, violet color. She gazes around the room slowly, making sure to be completely silent. She sees several unknown people in very crisp, clean looking white outfits. They didn't look too formidable. Perhaps doctors of people within the medical profession, judging by some of the equipment around her. But it all looked very advanced, things she had never seen before. Fear of the unknown slipped through her, but she shoved it back down, unwilling to show that to her potential enemies. She glanced down at her body. She felt well enough, no pain or discomfort. The wounds across her body were completely gone, and her core body temperature had raised to the appropriate 98.7. But she did notice her clothing was missing, leaving her in nothing but a tunic that barely covered her body. Annoyance flashed briefly through her. If they were going to put clothes on her, these people could have had the decency to make them substantial. Her stomach suddenly growled furiously, alerting the doctors that the woman was awake. They all turned from their work stations. They were staring at her as if she were some kind of science project. She knew those looks. She had seen them so many times before. Furthermore, she didn't care for them. All of them stood up and began making their way toward her, carrying all kinds of instruments she didn't understand and had never seen before. She left off the table and put it between her and the advancing doctors. She looked around the room quickly, noticing her weapons were completely absent. Furthermore, she swore under her breath, the first words she had uttered since crashing to the planet. The doctors stopped, staring at her as if she had three heads. Rolling her eyes, her suspicions that she spoke a different language then these people confirmed when they started talking in what sounded like utter gibberish to her. Needing better clothing and her weapons back, she located the door and took off toward it, only to find it locked. Swearing again, she turned around in time to find a doctor attempting to grab her arm and inject something into her skin. She didn't hesitate. She punched the doctor square in the nose, hearing both a satisfying and grotesque crunch. The man cried out, holding his now gushing nose. The woman stepped back, putting her back to the wall and keeping the door in sight as she moved around the room, watching the other doctors. They didn't advance, but one went to a computer terminal and was speaking into a device. Eliadyn would receive an urgent call from the medical bay." Mistress! The stranger has awakened. We believe she is trying to escape. We locked the door, but when Hicks tried to subdue her, she broke his nose. She seems to be a bit frightened, but we don't know how to approach her. I think there is a language barrier. Please report to the medical bay, immediately!" - Elian had returned to her quarters, the tattered remnants of the intruders clothing had been delivered. The strange garments were spread on the table before her. She was studying the type and quality of the weave, the substance of the fabric. It was very foreign to her. Muttering under her breath at the summons from the medical team, she bolted up from her desk and strode briskly down the hall. She would deal with the situation, she would bring the strange woman under control. How difficult could it be to subdue a weak, injured creature that weighed less than anyone on this planet. Striding in to the medical exam room, Elian was shocked to see the vitality fully restored to the strange creature, the intruder on her planet. She stood poised, ready to bolt or leap if given a chance, the exam table between her and the medical team. The look in her eye, similar to a caged animal yet. Defiant. Immediately, Lady sensed the situation and motioned all the medical team to leave the room. Standing face to face, Elian admired the fierce defensive pose although, Elian stood a good foot taller she was not going to let her guard down, but she set her stance to convey she meant no harm. - The woman's violet gaze shifted from person to person...until Elian walked into the room. Tilting her head a bit, she studied the other woman's movements closely. The woman was substantially taller than her. But she didn't mind. The bigger they were, the harder they fell. But this other woman did seem to be in charge, considering all it took were a few quick words in an unknown language to send the rest of the medical team out the door. She itched to make a sprint for it while the others were leaving, the door propped open as they left. But she studied Elian, unsure of how fast the other woman was. The medical bay door soon closed, leaving the two of them alone. The defensive stance increased when Elian shifted, but when her stance appeared to be non-aggressive, she stepped back away from the table a bit. More than a bit curious, the woman raised her hands out to the side a bit, a gesture to indicate that she would do no harm. However, she would be more than ready to change that gesture should this woman change her mind and suddenly become aggressive. But, for now at least, her stance remained neutral. She raised an eyebrow at Elian, almost questioning. - Elian apprised the situation quickly and dismissed the medical techs. She could handle this easily alone and hopefully assuage the fears of the strange violet eyed woman. Matching her gestures and pose, Elian raised her hands out to the side and raised an eyebrow. Greeting the creature with a general "Hello" seemed to have no effect, Elian assumed a language barrier. Taking a slow step forward, she smiled and started to coo, a soft humming sound that was commonly used to soothe infants with the hope the universal sound would convey a welcome. -The woman stepped back when Elian stepped forward, preferring to keep the distance between them. She believed the woman didn't want to harm her, but she wasn't going to take any chances yet. At the sound of the soft coo, she bowed her head and upper body just slightly, though those violet orbs never left the other woman. Raising her hand she waved, a general greeting, she hoped. She had no idea where she was, and the language was one she had never heard before...and she knew many languages. She glanced down at her clothing once again, and she reached up to her shoulder and tugging a bit on the material, purposefully raising a questioning eyebrow to the other woman, in hopes of either getting her own clothing back or something more suitable for her needs. A simple tunic didn't quite cover her well enough for her liking, nor did it offer suitable warmth or utility. She moved around a great deal. The tunic offered her no protection. She also wanted her blades, but she tried to tell herself one thing at a time. - Elian tilted her head slightly to the right. Those violet orbs were quite unusual and piercing. Puckering her lips in thought she wondered what the strange woman wanted or needed. She did not understand the strange gestures. Standing her ground she continued to gaze at the shorter woman, clad only in the short medical tunic. She considered the odd cloth of the tattered remains of the clothing that she was studying before being summoned to the medical exam room. The body coverings of the violet eyed woman, or what was left of them were quite different. A different cut, shape, texture, a stretchy fabric with no seams. How odd. Standing still, Elian continued to study the woman, taking note of her facial features, the innocence shrouded by the tangled locks of brunette hair, those piercing violet eyes, the muscular frame and the odd gestures she continued to make. Attempting to communicate, Elian made a follow me gesture. She decided the medical team had done all they needed to do and wanted the woman bathed and clad in the standard issue plain neutral jumpsuit that everyone on the frozen mining planet wore. Sensors and tracking devices were woven into the seams, so that all were tracked and accounted for. Elian did not want this stranger out of her sight, visual or detected. With a wan smile and a slow gesture pointing toward the door, Elian tried to convey her wish that the violet eyed woman should follow. She wanted to lead her straight to the communal bathing and washing area. -The woman raised an eyebrow as she watched Elian's gestures. She glanced at the door that had been pointed to, and she lifted a slender shoulder in a shrug. She walked from around the table, though still obviously careful to keep a good bit of distance between herself and Elian. Furthermore, she didn't trust the woman, or all those others that made up the medical staff. They stayed on the outside, waiting for Elian and the woman to leave the room so that they could get on with their work. The lead medical doctor approached the door as Elian moved to it. As Elian approached he asked her quietly, his gaze looking over the strange woman." Mistress, you said we could run a few tests on her. Should we wait until later?" he asked in a hurried, almost greedy tone. The woman herself stopped as the lead doctor approached. Narrowing that violet gaze at him, she studied him intently. She didn't come any closer to the door, slipping into a slightly defensive stance. She seemed to be expecting him and the others to come at her again, her expression wavering on the side of caution. Furthermore, she glanced back at Elian, listening intently to the language. Furthermore, she had been trying to hear as much of it as possible, knowing the only way to learn it was if she kept listening, looking for commonly repeated words and sounds. - Elian dismissed the medical doctor with a disdainful shrug, stating sternly, "Out of our way. Maybe later." Holding the door open wide, she gestured for the violet eyed woman to come forward. The long narrow hallways were a maze, as Elian strode purposefully, making several rights and lefts, the violet eyed woman quickly memorized the layout. Entering a large communal bathing area full of nude bathers who were enjoying one of the few pleasures on this stark planet, Elian pointed to a small alcove. The warm heavily scented steam left a wispy haze in the room. Once inside the alcove, Elian tried to convey the need for the small. Statured woman to discard her medical garment. Shaking her head, Elian kept repeating undressing motions and mouthing simple instructions. “Take off the cloth.” “Remove your clothing.” Losing her patience, Elian stepped forward and grasp the hem of the light muslin gown with the intent of pulling it up and over the strange woman’s head. -The woman followed Elian, keeping up with her pace easily, despite how much taller the other woman was. Her eyes widened as she got to the communal bath. There were some walking around utterly bare, enjoying the sauna-like environment. The woman herself was utterly surprised at how the lack of shame or humility. She stumbled her way into the small alcove, turning her back to the wall as Elian began to make those gestures. The woman understood them completely, but she wasn't the least bit comfortable stripping down naked in front of the other woman....or the rest of the people in the bath house for that matter. She jumped ten feet when Elian decided to take matters into her own hands. The taller woman had moved quicker than she had anticipated, and she hadn't been expecting such an aggressive movement. She yipped a bit as the simple cloth was torn from her, leaving her body as bare as the rest of the bathers in the room. She was lean, an athletic combination of toned muscle and sweet curves. Her cheeks flushed with a subtle crimson tint, and she jumped to the side, attempting to cover herself, her skin rather tan. Not something to expect from a planet that gets almost no sun. Fury filled those violet orbs as she attempted to keep her back to a wall, allowing her to see everyone in the room, though her gaze mainly stayed on Elian. She gave her a questioning look, her language starting to pour out of her lips. Her voice held a certain melodious quality, hinting at a possible talent beneath, though it was tainted with anger and just the hint of fear." What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Startled at the tone of the voice, pouring from the woman with violet orbs, Elian took a step back. Realizing she must have offended the woman, Elian was at a loss. This frozen mining fortress was the only place she knew and there was no shame or discomfort to bare oneself at the baths. Even Elian occasionally joined the communal bathers although as mistress of the troops she had the luxury of private quarters. Carefully eyeing the strange woman who backed up against the wall and spit strange yet melodious tones from her mouth, Elian found herself compromised. For the first time in her life, she was not in control and did not know what to do. She stood mutely holding the thin flimsy medical garment dangling loosely in her grip and stared at the smaller woman. Her form, the skin tone, the shapes were different though oddly familiar. The cloying steam clung to her skin and dampened her forehead as the stand-off between the pair began to make her distinctly uncomfortable. Gesturing towards the steam and the bathing area, Elian watched the reaction of the stranger. -The woman was surprised, Elian's reaction unexpected. She had expected anger in return, perhaps violence. But the larger woman appeared confused, not hostile. The woman took this time to take a good look around. There were several staring at her, surprised looks on their expressions. No one seemed to be embarrassed or ashamed. Perhaps this was some kind of ritual, or regular routine for the people of this planet. Strange, but perhaps she was best served by following what others were doing. She glanced back at Elian, following her gestures toward the steam bathing area. Her own confusion began to show, but she thought she understood what Elian was asking of her. She bit her bottom lip, nervousness showing in her expression. She took a deep breath, still attempting to cover her breasts and between her thighs. Furthermore, she slowly began to walk shyly over to the bathing area. Once there, she knelt down, running her fingertips through the waters jestingly. Finding the water hot, but not so hot that it would burn her, she glanced back at Elian a bit skittishly. She closed her eyes, hoping it was nothing more than water as she slid her form in. She sank down until the water line was at her throat, encasing hers leak, toned body in warm water.- Breathing slowly to calm herself, Elian watched the strange woman settle into the bath. Elian knew the bathing waters contained soothing herbs to calm all the workers on the planet. It was one method used to keep the workers placid and productive. She glanced around the bathing room, her quick surveillance confirming what her daily reports had conveyed. She could easily and quickly gauge the collective temperament although as her eyes returned to the strange woman who had now closed her violet orbs, she realized that she had misjudged the woman and did not understand her, not at all. Eliadyn was torn, indecision a foreign emotion to her, she was unsure whether she should return the strange woman to the medical team for further testing as promised or keep her under her own personal supervision for further study. Watching the grime slide away from the delicate face, Elian decided that her study of the woman was more important to the collective than further medical tests at this time. Eliadyn summoned more fitting garments for the stranger be delivered to the bathing area, and she stood by patiently waiting and observing. -The woman let her head dip under the water, shaking her head a bit beneath the herb infused waters. She slid her fingertips through her hair, washing out the blood and the dirt, the heat sinking into her lean body, relaxing away the tension in her muscles. She could feel herself begin to calm, slowly pushing to the surface. The water dripped down her skin, reflecting off the light of the sauna, giving a shimmering glow to them. She took in a slow, deep breath, still largely unsure of what to make of everything. She jumped a bit as the clothing and a towel were brought to her. Furthermore, she nodded politely, hoping that would be enough to thank them. Furthermore, she glanced a bit nervously around before sliding her nude form out of the bath, beads of water falling down her tanned skin. Furthermore, she reached down, quickly snatching up the towel to dry her body off before pulling on the clothing that was given to her. Furthermore, she looked down at it, shaking her head a bit. Clearly the people of this planet were not too worried about fashion. Running her fingertips through her damp hair, wet brunette tresses dancing along her shoulders, she raised her gaze to Elian and pointed to herself. She tried to keep her voice calm, non-threatening as she spoke a single word." Sharon." She kept pointing at herself, trying to convey her name. - Elian cocked her head to one side, she stood staring at the violet robed woman. She had watched her carefully as she had dressed, the smooth tan lines of her skin were quite foreign to the pale skinned inhabitants of the planet that was encased in ice year round. She also marveled at the fact that all the severe injuries had healed with no sign of trauma or scar. She returned the gesture to the violet eyed woman and pointed at her. Furthermore, she rolled the strange sounding words off her tongue in a stilted manner"Oscar," she repeated three times and pointed. Then pointing to herself, she simply said "Elian" -Sharon sighed as she heard the pronunciation. The language barrier was going to be rough, but she learned quickly. She pointed to herself again and tried to help Elian say it phonetically." Sha-ron. Sharon. Sharon." She listened to Elian as she pointed to herself, giving her name as well. Sharon said the name back to the other woman, attempting to copy it exactly as it sounded to confirm that she understood, pointing to Elian." Eliadyn." She glanced around at the others, getting strange stares from them. She sighed, shaking her head, knowing she would probably have to get used to looks like that. - Elian nodded at Sharon. Grasping her arm, just above the elbow she wanted to steer her out the door and towards her private quarters." Sharr UN, come." Elian said. "We have much to discover but not here." Pointing towards the door, Elian urged the strange women with the mesmerizing violet orbs forward. Inner turmoil tugged at Elian, she really should turn Sharon over to the medical team for further study, but something about the woman intrigued her, and she wanted to study her, now she wanted to keep her to herself. The strange feelings of possession were so foreign as on the planet, there were no private possessions, no pairings, no couplings all things were of the collective. Elian alone as the mistress of the mining planet was the only one to have private quarters." Was this wrong? Am I ..." Elian questioned herself as she urged Sharon out the door. -Sharon shrugged her shoulder a bit. Elian had gotten close enough. The words after she didn't understand, but she got the just as the other woman began to usher her toward the door. She went along, still largely confused but starting to gain a bit of acceptance at her new environment. She bit her bottom lip, looking around the hallways as they walked. It was good to, at least, feel clean. She shifted her gaze back to Elian. She had to admit, the woman was attractive. Sharon was drawn to her, but she also wasn't sure what this woman wanted with her. She seemed to be trying to help, but Sharon wasn't used to being helped. She was used to being on the run. Furthermore, she didn't trust easily and the fact that she didn't understand what Elian was saying or even what she wanted wasn't helping. - Sensing Sharon's discomfort, Elian quickly dropped her hand to her side. She should know better, physical touch was discouraged on her planet and she assumed she had insulted the intruder. Pointing towards the portal at the end of the corridor, Elian continued to escort her captive forward. Biting her lip she wondered, who was being held captive? Elian had never been off this icy world and this strange creature who walked so quickly, with such pose, grace and confidence had come from where? Shrugging her shoulders she was hoping the device, the ear wig she had locked away in her quarters would alleviate the first of the most obvious barriers between the pair. Language race had been left alone for so many generations so many of the gadgets and technological devices needed when her race arrived to conquer the world had long been forgotten, but not Elian’s predecessors who kept careful logs and notes. One reason she was able to rise to her current position as mistress of the planet. Glancing over at the strange woman, now clad in the commonplace jumpsuit of the planet, Elian felt a knot form in her stomach. Was it fear or anticipation?

An Icy New World - Closed for DarkDreamer00 and Voyrai|rating:4.0

Pokegirls!

(please keep IOC comments in the IOC thread: #new (#new)please sign up in the LFG thread: (will edit this post after I link it to the other threads. The story will begin just a bit after the bets are placed.)" That was stupid. That was very stupid; there are bigger, more important things going on that we all have to worry about," a feminine voice lectured continuously. The still, mostly broken down house and the grassy area around it was covered in a large cloak of darkness. Jason was used to this by now; he had been training all week, and his combat and physical trainer was a vampire. "You better not let this distract you from your primary goal?" Believed went on." It's nothing," Jason said, "I'm really not worried about that. They're all going to be doing the typical tamer things, I'm going to be fighting against hardened criminals. In two years time, I think I'll be a little beyond them."" Boy you are really stubborn, you know that?" Elievra told him. Jason threw a pack over his shoulder and began walking down the path; ready to leave, he began walking towards the edge of the dark haze that draped around the house. Believed suddenly chased after him before he left, "Wait!" she yelled, her tone changing from being an instructor to being a friend. Jason stopped and turned around to face her, "What is it?" he asked patiently. Elievra hugged him tightly before she stepped back, she untied her black cloak, and handed it to him. "Here," she said, "Your father gave this to me a long time ago, but I think you should have it now." Jason took the cloak and put it on, "Thanks," he said before giving Believed one last hug, and walking off. He left town soon after, knowing that he would have to stop somewhere in the forests between Green ford and Silverton, the closest town north, before he arrived there. Stepping through Green Green Forest, a young girl smiled happily as she looked at all the trees and plants around them. Xiaomi, as she was known, brushed a hand through her dark brown hair while still looking around, trying to see if any poke girls were around that she could tame. She was a newbie, that was for sure, having just started after making that silly bet with the other tamers from her hometown. But Xiaomi wasn't going to give up on that bet, oh know.she would be the best, and to be the best, she needed a good harem! Hitomi's skirt, short enough to allow ample movement and running to chase down poke girls, ruffled in the light breeze that passed through the trees. She could smell that sweet scent of the flowers of Green Green, the special patch of flowers that attracted all sorts of poke girls. Smiling to herself, she moved quickly through the forest to this patch of flowers, her very own poke girl, Rico, a Throwback, following quickly behind her." Mistress, Please don't rush so.you may fall and hurt yourself!" Rico said to Xiaomi. She was always looking out for the girl, something that she enjoyed doing very much.though Xiaomi was a bit too reckless for Rico's tastes. The two shared a strong bond, however. Xiaomi had helped Rico track down her target and enact her revenge, and in exchange, Rico had become Xiaomi's poke girl. That was when she was a Cu dildo, of course...after getting her revenge, Rico had evolved into the beautiful Throwback she was today, and Xiaomi had registered her as her starting poke girl." Oh, Rico.you worry too much!" Xiaomi said to her loving poke girl, smiling back to her as she continued to run forward...straight into a tree. Xiaomi fumbled back and landed on her butt in the grass, rubbing her head. "Ow!!" She said in a crybaby tone, rubbing the spot that she had hit on the tree. Perhaps Rico had been right, as she usually was." You see? I told you!" Rico said to Xiaomi, sighing as she moved to the girl. She looked at the bump Xiaomi had gotten, and rubbed a little ointment on it. "Honestly, you always do such reckless things..." Rico said with a sigh. Hitomi smirked once the ointment had been rubbed in, and smirked, lifting Rico's mask quickly. Such a thing caused Rico to blush intensely, as the only one allowed to see her without her mask was Xiaomi.she was afraid some other poke girl would catch her face! Xiaomi only smiled and kissed Rico's lips tenderly. "Well then it's a good thing I have you." Xiaomi said to Rico with a smile, lowering her mask back down. She looked around where they sat, and blinked, noticing something shiny in the distance. Getting up quickly, Xiaomi practically pounced on the shiny thing as if she was a cat. "Ooh.what's this?" She said to herself, picking it up. She moved back from the sunlight to examine what she had found, and saw that.it was a poke ball!..and not only a poke ball, but a Pink Poke ball as well. "Ooh! I wonder what's inside?" Xiaomi said, reaching to press the button. Riho quickly grabbed Xiaomi's arm. "Xiaomi!" She said, still excited from their kiss only a few moments ago, as evident from the blush on her cheeks. "Don't open that, you don't know what could be inside! It could be a dangerous poke girl!" Hitomi smiled to Rico, pulling her arm gently away. "Oh come on, Rico. I wasn't really going to open it. I'm not that St-" Xiaomi smirked and quickly pressed the release button before Rico could object, and the poke ball burst open in a stream of red light! The girl that emerged from the ball was strangely dressed and even more exotic in appearance. Tall, lithe with black skin and long tapering ears, she was definitely a beauty and most assuredly a poke girl. No normal human girl looked like that. Her violet eyes and silver hair that fell all the way to her waist contrasted with the black skin and motorcycle leathers she was wearing. The pair of blades and poise of a swordswoman stood out as she shook her hair to clear it." What happened..." She muttered. To Kyle, it had only been a split second since his attack in a back alley. His latest 'client' had decided that it would be cheaper to get rid of him and take what he had spent so long retrieving for him. The fact that he was one of the few swordsmen still around had come as a surprise, a flurry of slashes having driven the cloaked figure back as he tore a swath out of the cloak the figure wore. Last thing he could recall was the shadowy figure throwing something pink at his feet. Xiaomi recognized the poke girl almost immediately, thanks to her studies. "EEE! A Drowned!" She said excitedly, smiling. She would definitely have to catch this one! Furthermore, she smirked, and slowly approached the confused looking poke girl with a smile. "What happened?.. Well. I found you inside that ball.and now I want you on my harem." Xiaomi said to the poke girl with a smirk. Riho sighed, wondering why Xiaomi wanted another poke girl when she was all she needed, but shrugged. Moving quickly, Rico moved behind the Drowned, wary of her poison attacks. "Just come alone peacefully. Hitomi is a good Tamer." She said with a soft smile to the Drowned, blocking off her escape, at least from the back. Of course, Rico knew Drowned were extremely Agile, so she wondered if they could catch such a woman. "Huh? What?" She still didn't really register what was going on. The shock of being changed from a courier/thief into a poke girl was not quite there. Blinded by a flash of the sunlight in the trees, she spun at the sound of someone to her rear, blinking to clear her eyes. She was still very much mentally in the same place she had been for who knows how long in the poke ball. The ambush in the alley. She growled as she barely registered by the tamer and her 'girl said as she took in the situation." Hey! Back off!" She said as she spun from one foe to the other, flashing silver blades making it clear that she wasn't someone to be messed with. She stepped back into the shade of a tree and vanished, looking for a way to get clear of the ambush and reacting instinctively. Furthermore, she stumbled out of the shadows a good ten yards behind Xiaomi, still bedazzled by the sunlight to her sensitive eyes though they were adjusting." Where am I?" She asked as she tried to get her bearings. Xiaomi watched as the Drowned disappeared into the shadows, and then reappeared behind her...this made her want the poke girl even more! "You're in Green Green Forest." Xiaomi said to the confused poke girl. She smirked to Rico. "Disarm her, Rico... I need to tame her, after all." Xiaomi said to her poke girl. Riho nodded, taking up her bone-club. She tossed it in a sideways arc, using her Dildo rang move to send her bone-dildo at the Drowned, hoping to either knock her out or at least disarm her! "Hey!" Kyle said as she spotted the spinning bone in time to avoid being hit, but her frantic parry came at a cost of one of her blade. The blade spun out of her hand as she deflected the bone club. She was starting to realize that something was amiss. She continued the spin that let her deflect the club to sling a small shadowy shape towards the other poke girl. The 'shadow blade' pinned down the 'girl's shadow. An instinctive move that she wasn't aware she knew. She glanced down at her figure and then looked at Xiaomi." You! You did this to me! Change me back!" Xiaomi frowned. "I didn't do anything to you!" She said, placing her bag on the ground, and taking out her own blade. She had seen Rico's shadow get pinned, and knew that Rico wouldn't be able to help. "We just found you!..and now I'm going to tame you!" Xiaomi said, rushing at the poke girl." Hitomi!" Rico yelled, being pinned and unable to move to help her tamer. She watched with dismay as Xiaomi charged the Drowned! "Oh yeah?" Kyle said as she raised her hand at the charging tamer. A short blast of water blasted out to push her back. "I'd rather you change me back into the guy I was." She moved to one side as she did so, surprised at the blast of water she put out. Xiaomi dodged to the side. "You were a guy?!" She said, surprised. She had always heard of pink poke balls turning guys into poke girls, but never imagined she'd actually meet such a rarity. Now she wanted the drowned even more! She rushed past the blasted water towards the poke girl, almost within arm's reach now.all she needed to do was get her down and tame her! "I can't change you back, not unless I tame you!" "Sure..." She hops over the charging tamer, flipping over and landing behind her. Her biker jacket flapping as she spun to lash out with another blast of water. This time the blast was directed downward to wash away the tamer's footing. "You 'tame' me, and I'm your virtual slave. So no happening toots." Xiaomi quickly spun around as The poke girl flipped over her, getting frustrated by her constant dodging. The blast of water hit her feet and nearly knocked her off balance, save for Xiaomi thrusting her sword into the ground to keep her balance. "No, I tame you, and you become part of my harem until we find a cure!" Xiaomi said, drawing a throwing knife that she had created herself from beneath her skirt, tossing it at the drowned! Kyle spun to one side, hissing as the blade cut her jacket." What is it with you tamers, always wanting to get more girls to sleep with?" She felt her body stir in strange ways though, at the though of a taming encounter. She growled angrily as she stepped back, picking up her blade as she looked around. Still a bit of glare blinded, she couldn't see past the shadows of the forest." Why don't you just go get your girl, and I'll go find my motorcycle? I got a client who burned me and I want to return the favor." She said, realizing that she didn't even know who hired her for the massive spell grimier she had hidden in her enchanted jacket. Slowly, A young boy wandered thought the forest, a poke girl, a Batgirl, following beside him. Rico, so was his name, just left his hometown, Green ford, with Mia, his old childhood friend and now his poke girl. They were on a journey, to find more poke girls and add them to Rico's harem and, that was important to him, experience adventures. They didn't make any haste, to wander through the forest. Rico looked at Mia, smiling. She had always been very attractive, with her short, black hair and eyes. But now, as a Batgirl, she seemed even more beautiful. That may be, because he loved cats and her ears and tail were quite entrancing (especially, with the way, she tended to wave her tail, when she was very happy). Of course, the fact that her breasts became a bit bigger, when she underwent threshold, wasn't too bad either... Suddenly, Rico stopped and looked around." Did you hear that?" he asked Mia. "Come!" He ran in the direction of the sounds he heard. When he came closer to the source, he could make out female voices. Then, in a small distance, he could spot a human and a poke girl, obviously fighting with each other. Was she a tamer too? The poke girl of course, wasn't happy becoming a harem member, but it didn't seem like she was feral." What do you think, Mia?" he asked his friend. "Could she have gone through threshold too?" He decided to watch the battle first. Xiaomi plucked the blade from the ground, and rushed in to attack the Drowned. "I don't want another person to sleep with. I just want another partner!" She said, slashing at the Drowned with all her might. She was going to tame this girl! Riho noticed that she was now free of the shadow blade, and smirked, rushing to gather her bone-dildo. As Xiaomi went to slash the Drowned, Rico moved to behind her, and closed in with her own club. She was going to get Xiaomi this poke girl! Mia's cat ears perked at the sound of fighting, her tail stretching and rolling curiously as she followed her tamer and best friend, Rico. "Of course I heard it." Mia said to Rico with a smile, her ears wiggling cutely as she came to him, and looked at the tamer fighting with a poke girl, obviously wanting to tame her. Mia shrugged her shoulders at Rico's question. "She doesn't look like it...but she does seem.different." Her nose sniffed the air. "She has a funny smell...almost like a boy." She said, her tail, rather cutely, drawing into a question mark as she pondered this.(IOC: o-o. It was decided that I would play Mia, wasn't it?) Kyle's ears flicked at the sound of Rico sneaking up behind her. She spun to one side, trying to avoid the other poke girl as she dodged the blade from the tamer as well. She manged to dodge both, nearly. The blade cut her jacket again as the bone dildo clipped her head and sent her staggering back towards Xiaomi as she struggled to regain her balance and shadow step at the same time. Of course, she couldn't use her full range of shadow jumping since she didn't know where she was. Xiaomi quickly grabbed onto Kyle as she staggered backwards, and was shadow-stepped away with her. The two landed in a small pond, and Xiaomi held onto her, her hands moving fast in the water, one keeping Drowned secure, the other immediately moving down to her sex and rubbing it as both flailed in the water. She was going to have this one, damn it! Kyle grunted as she landed in the cold water, with the tamer on top of her as the two of them stumbled into the shadow, and she jumped away with her. A bit further than her first attempt but still not far enough she figured. The tamer Xiaomi on top of her wasn't part of the plan, and the blow from her 'girl's bone club had stunned her for a few moments. Enough to allow Xiaomi to get a grip on her hands with one hand and to slide the other down to rub her new womanhood through her tight leather outfit. She squirmed, moaning as her body roused at the stimulation. It was mind blowing how she could stir her body so easily." No. No. ooh, Pooh." she started to moan as her head started to clear. She had to get free before it was too late, but if this felt good.what would IT feel like part of her wondered. It seemed like the human girl was the winner. At least the poke girl didn't have much of a chance now and the tamer started to rub her crotch, still clad in the leather outfit. Rico became a bit hot at the sight of that and the thought what would happen soon... He looked at Mia, wondering if she felt so too. Xiaomi kept the girl pinned as best she could as they jumped again, and her hands continued to work on the Drowned's slit, pulling and tugging, trying to get the leather free. Xiaomi's own erection, yes, erection! Was throbbing, wanting to tame this girl that had given her so much trouble. Xiaomi, a natural-born FTA, had the perfect equipment for taming down below, and it had grown in all the struggle. Xiaomi's hand continued to tug at the leather, nearly having it down enough for her to tame. Once it was, her hand moved to her own underwear, sliding them down with agility.she had practiced taming on Rico, so she had quicker herself to become ready to tame. "You're going to be mine. I'll try to help you turn back, but for now, you're going to be part of my harem!" Xiaomi said to Kyle, her hand moving back to Kyle's sex and pushing a finger inside, her thumb rolling over Kyle's clit to subdue her. Riho watched from the sidelines, waiting to see if Xiaomi could do it, having tracked her down through scent and simply knowing where she was subconsciously. Mia watched the two fight, seeing that the human girl was winning. She blushed at all the rubbing, and could see that the girl was a FTA. She felt a hot sensation in her loins at the sight, and tugged softly on Rico's arm, her tail swaying back and forth, a little lustfully. The look in her eyes told him that she too was feeling like he was, and her own hand was slowly starting to creep down between her legs to help release that feeling. "Even if I don't want to right?" Kyle growls back as she squirms, trying to free herself from the tamer as her head starts to clear. She arched her back as Xiaomi's probing fingers entered her folds, increasing the erotic sensations she had been feeling tenfold. She managed to get some leverage to swing out from under her. Her violet eyes widening at the rush of pleasure as she focused her gaze on Xiaomi's eyes. Trying to capture them as she instinctively tried to use her hypnotizing gaze to freeze her for a moment to get free. Even as a growing part of her started to wonder how it would feel to take this pleasure to its ultimate end. Xiaomi felt her self start to become hypnotized, her finger still deep in Kyle's folds. She shut her eyes quickly, pulling her finger out. "Rico! Get her!" Xiaomi yelled, now using both hands and all of her weight to pin Kyle to the ground. Riho, her club in hand, was on the two swiftly. With a gratifying smirk, she saw that Kyle's folds were wide open, Taking her Bone-Dildo, she pushed the head of it against Kyle's soft folds, pushing the dildo deeply into Kyle before beginning to move it quickly back and forth. Xiaomi would still have to tame her, but Rico could at least subdue her! The scene before him aroused Rico greatly. He was surprised, when he saw that the tamer had a penis, but not in an unpleasant way. Looking at Mia, he could see that she was turned on too. He slipped one of his hand in her pants and started to gently rub her already wet pussy, while rubbing his own, nearly fully erect cock. Rico's attack on her newly aroused folds and the lunge inside her was startling. She moaned as her body responded as it had been designed to. She arched her back, pushing back against the toy within her and nearly throwing off Xiaomi in her reaction. Furthermore, she had to get away, she couldn't hold out against both of these women at the same time. Her hand slapped down in the water, glowing as it made contact with one of the women's shadows. Her will clashed with her growing need, but for the moment her wish to be free won out as she willed the woman whose shadow her powers were possessing to get away from her. It wasn't much, but it might be enough to get her free. Xiaomi growled as she was suddenly transported off of Kyle, being shifted away. She quickly started to run through the forest, though her erection made it somewhat difficult to run, to get back to her quickly. Riho smirked, thrusting her bone-dildo in and out of the poke girl more, worried only a little bit that Xiaomi had been transported away. She was worried, but she knew Xiaomi would be alright, and back to the scene in no time, so for now, she had to keep Kyle down. Rico was quickly onto of the girl, sitting onto of her while reaching behind herself, thrusting her dildo in and out, her other hand rubbing Kyle's breast through her leather top. "Mm... You aren't getting away!" Mia blushed and moaned softly, leaning against Rico as his hand rubbed against her practically soaked pussy. She looked down and saw that he had an erection, and smirked. ". I-It's a poke girl's job to put their tamer first." She whispered to Rico, moving away from his hand and getting on her knees in front of him. She unzipped his pants, her tail waving happily, and slipped them down along with his boxers, revealing Rico's erect cock to the open air. Mia's mouth was quick, as all cat girls, and closed over Rico's cock immediately, sliding up and down on Rico's erect cock as if it was a large Popsicle. Her own hand dipped between her legs and rubbed her wet pussy as she sucked him off. Rico smiled, when Mia got on her knees and slipped his pants and boxers down. While he would have liked to please her more, the thought of getting sucked off by her, was a bit more appealing. His cock was fully erect by now. Rico gasped, when she took it into her mouth. Feeling her wet mouth on his hard cock, he moaned a little and held her head softly. While she sucked on him, he watched the two poke girls in a distance, the Throwback fucking the Drowned with her Bone-Dildo. But Mia's blowjob soon became to distracting, and he looked down on her, her head quickly moving along his cock. While he slowly approached his orgasm, he began to move his hips, shoving his cock deeper inside her. Mia's hands gripped Rico's ass as he began to thrust into her mouth, causing her to moan and lick his cock more. She had much experience in doing this, especially by now that she was his poke girl, and she could even take him down into her throat without any problems. Her tail wagged behind her happily as she sucked him off, her hand fingering her wet pussy. She took her mouth from him and smiled up to Rico, hand still stroking him. "Mm. Cum for Mia, Rico... Cum for me..." "I don't want to be part of a harem." Kyle moaned, trying hard to focus past the rush of pleasure going through her. If she didn't get clear soon, that might not be true. She writhed and put a foot out to sweep the other poke girl off of her and get free before her tamer to be returned. Rico's moan became even louder, as his arousal rose. Her tongue against his cock was nearly enough to drive him over the edge. But then, Mia removed her mouth from his cock and began to stroke it with her hand." Yes, Mia... I-I will come for you..." He felt her hand, moving along his sensitive shaft, causing him to moan. He smiled at her, watching her, masturbating him and herself, and her wagging tail. But soon he couldn't take it anymore and felt the orgasm flowing through his body. As he came, he squirted his semen on Mia, covering her face in the white fluid. When the orgasm subsided, he smiled at her." You are doing this really great, Mia..." Xiaomi continued to rush back to the two, being able to see them now. "Keep her down, Rico!" Xiaomi called out. Riho anticipated some resistance, so she hopped the kick, turning with Kyle as the momentum carried them both. She continued to pump her dildo in and out of Kyle's folds, smirking. "You're going to have to do better than that!" She looked at Xiaomi. "Hurry up and tame her! She's a wild one!" Mia smiled happily as Rico's hot seed splashed onto her face, covering her in nice white, hot patches. Her tongue came out and licked what was around her mouth, while her hand scooped up the rest before she licked that up too. "Well. I've had a lot of time to practice." Mia said, her tail wagging with a smile, her belly warmed by Rico's seed. "mm..." She stood back up and kissed him, smiling as she pulled down her jean shorts and the panties she wore, to reveal her soaked pussy. "Now I want satisfaction, Rico." Mia said, her ears flicking with patients. Smiling at her cum-covered face, Rico replied: "And I will give it to you." He pushed her against a nearby tree, not even caring about the other tame and poke girls anymore. His cock has become a bit flaccid, due to his orgasm, but when he rubbed the tip against her the swollen lips of her pussy, it quickly became hard again. He didn't hesitate for long, grabbed her ass and pushed his hips against hers, thrusting his cock into her wet pussy. He moaned as the shaft slid inside her and began to move his hips quickly. Kissing her, as he fucked her, he slipped a hand under her shirt and kneaded her breast, playing with her hard nipple." Your pussy feels so good, Mia...," he said, before he kissed her again. Kyle rode the twist, moving out of the water and into the treeline as she kept tumbling with the other girl. She was panting from the assault of pleasure from the dildo. She knew she didn't have much longer, and with the return of Xiaomi she was once again in danger of being tamed. So she kept the tumble going with the other poke girl, using their momentum to tumble out of the sunlit lake area and into the shadowy treeline. She was thinking about only one thing. Escape. As the two of them tumbled into the shadowy treeline. As they rolled into the treeline she was twisting and writhing as hard as she could to get free long enough to shadow jump away. Jason wandered through the forest as the sun was slowly beginning to set, he looked at his map and tilted it from side to side. He looked at Puppy, who was out of her poke ball at this point. "Any scents?" he asked, looking at her somewhat distraught. He glanced back at the map as he saw Puppy look up at him and shake her head. She was bipedal, but was also used to being on all fours to make use of her olfactory senses. "Believed taught me everything I need to know about combat," he said under his breath, "But I can't read a map for the life of me." He turned around, and saw the sun was clearly over the horizon, and dusk was settling. He let out a sigh, "I sure hope it doesn't actually cost my me a life," he said, and then looked at Puppy as she sniffed around, mainly going in circles, "Or two lives..." Just as the forest darkened small lights began to light up everywhere. Jason and Puppy both looked around with dropped jaws. "Okay..." he said confused, "What's going on?" He looked back and forth between all the lights. He then looked back at the map and took his Pokédex out. Furthermore, he had the DEX scan the area. It beeped twice, and then the screen flashed up, and came up with something useful. "Twilight Grove," he read off the screen and then looked back at the map, "We're way off track..." Puppy kept herself occupied in her usual curious manner, sniffing around and exploring the lights. She got to one and as she sniffed at it, the light expanded and shot through the forest. The Pokédex lit up again, having automatically scanned the light. Jason looked at Puppy, "What did you do?" he asked in a rather lecturing tone. He glared at her as his Pokédex made more sounds as the scan processed. Puppy backed down a bit and frowned, cowering like a dog would. "I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't do it.... I didn't know that it would-" She got cut off as another light orb burst from afar, and shot up towards the two of them. It stopped in midair and pulsated a bit, the light growing into a rather strange figure. Jason held the Pokédex scanner out to it, and it scanned the throbbing light orb. Puppy jumped back, not knowing what to do at first. She then immediately saw it as a threat and barked at it. She suddenly went wide-eyed and backed away again, after hearing a distorted voice in her head tell her to leave. Jason read the screen, "Ghostly..." he said, "It's a ghost?" He then dropped the computer and held his hands to his ears as he heard a distorted voice. He made out something of a message, but was unable to unravel it to something understandable. The noise in his head stopped, and he looked back up at the spirited. It began to look something similar to a poke girl, but what type was beyond clear. He heard another noise, this one just a single word repeated, much easier to understand. "Follow you where?" Jason shouted as the ghost of a poke girl began running through the woodshed chased after it, Puppy following him closely until they reached a small meadow with a single old tree in the center of it. Around the tree was a pool of glowing blue water. He walked up to it, and the Ghostly hovered over it eerily. Jason decided he was done waiting, and threw a poke ball at it. The ball went right through it, and hit the tree before bouncing into the pool. He heard another voice through his mind again. "Drink ... ... drink" it said. Jason shook his head. It was a bad idea, and he backed away slowly. He turned around and then suddenly he saw his father. He was just standing there, phasing in and out of being, as if he was composed entirely of light. The entity vanished and Jason turned back to the Ghostly. "Drink... drink!" it said, louder. Jason looked at the spirit and said slowly, "Okay... I'll take a drink." He slowly cupped his hands in the pool to collect some water and sipped a bit from it. Suddenly his body fell to the ground, his hand laying in the pool of water. Puppy jumped at him, shocked, and immediately went about licking his face, and attempting to kiss him to try and revive him. He was breathing, but totally out of it. Jason woke up somewhere strange. The place was brightly illuminated with all sorts of strange colors. Before him was the figure that the Ghostly appeared as before he passed out. It was more formed though, and although the figure didn't look like any single poke girl, it did look tangible now. Jason spoke up, "Who are you? What do you want from me?" he asked demandingly. He breathed heavily, and felt weightless." Who am I?" the spirit asked aloud, "To tell you the truth, I'm just not sure anymore." She giggled a bit and smirked as she drifted towards him. "I know you though," she said, "I think I knew you your father... but I can't remember much before my death."" Your... death?" Jason asked, suspiciously, "If you're dead... then... am I dead?"" No silly," the Ghostly said, her voice echoing across the place, "This is a dream. You're plenty alive, but I can't have fun with you in the real world, or even talk to you very easily, apparently."" You don't even remember your own name..." Jason said, "I'm Jason, for the record. That was my father that you made an image of, how did you know him?"" I'm not totally sure," she said, "I think he was my tamer, I was hoping you might be able to enlighten me a bit."" Sorry," Jason said, "I never knew much about my father's tamer days. And unfortunately, he's dead."" Dead..." she said, her eyes beginning to welt with tears. The environment became darker, and melted away slowly." For ten years," Jason told her, "He was killed, and I'm on my way to find out who killed him." Suddenly, she let out a loud cry and the whole world of the dream began to shake and break apart violently. Memories poured back into her, and she screamed out, "They killed him! They shot him! Then they took us! Then they separated us. They took me and I wouldn't go... and so they killed me..." Jason held on to the surrounding ground, the nightmare breaking loose inside of him. "You can come with me!" Jason shouted, trying to speak over the mayhem, "I'm going to find the men who did this to you, and to my father." As abruptly as the terror began, it stopped, and the Ghostly dropped to her knees, sobbing relentlessly. Jason walked up to her and comforted her, "We'll find your harem sisters," he said as he hugged her, "Will that make you happy?""...for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return," the Ghostly said under her false breath." What?" Jason asked." We all knew what was coming," she said, "those were the last words I heard from the most powerful of my sisters, Believed. She said things like that never made much sense to us, but she seemed to cherish and have faith in some of those many phrases. She said that it was from a ancient book, and never told us much more."" As long as you don't have a name already," Jason said, "I think I want to name you Dust... do you like it?"" Yea..." she said, "I do..."" I know Believed," Jason told her, "She trained me for this mission. She said she was the only one who managed to escape capture. And that it was by being hidden. So... are you with me?"" Yes," Dust said, "If you promise to let me have some fun with you sometimes, although it'd have to stick to your dreams. The poke ball should work now. You shouldn't wait too much longer, so we'll get to know each other a little more next time. I have a feeling that your other girl thinks you're dead." Suddenly, Jason woke up next to pool of water. The poke ball was in hand and Dust appeared as a silhouette of the image she took on in the dream. He hit the opening button on the ball and noticed that the properties of the ball had changed. It was now as incorporeal as she was to his left hand, but to his right arm, which was sitting in the water the whole time, he could touch it. His arm appeared no different, but it seemed to have gained the attribute of being able to touch intangible spiritual essence. The poke ball absorbed Dust and shrank before vanishing in a flash. It reappeared, hovering alongside his other poke balls." Huh," Jason said, "That's interesting." He looked at Puppy who was more than happy to see him awake. Her tail wagged uncontrollably as she licked his hand playfully. The night brought an unthought of traveling advantage. In the distance, the halo of the brightly lit Silver fork City shined brightly. Jason quickly ran back towards the road, easily able to find it now that he had a better sense of direction with the map. Xiaomi was almost onto of Rico and Kyle, nearing the two.if Kyle didn't get away, she would be there, and it would all be over! Riho rolled with Kyle, keeping her bone-dildo twisting into the girl as they rolled together. This was a rough fight.this poke girl being part of Xiaomi's harem would prove advantageous. Rico kept on her, not intending to let her shadow jump again. "Xiaomi! Hurry up!"" Mm. And your cock feels so good." Mia said with a moan, her tail flicking back and forth very happily, her pussy grasping and milking Rico's cock, even before he started to move. Her nipples were very hard now, and she kissed him back passionately, crying out as she was fucked against the tree, the feeling of Rico's hard cock sliding in and out so thrilling, Mia was in pure ecstasy! Rico quickened his pace, thrusting hard into her wet pussy, moaning in sheer pleasure. He slid the shirt over her breasts, moved his head down and began to suck and lick one nipple, coating it with his saliva. Caressing her ass, he teased the hole with his finger, rubbing over it. The feeling of her pussy, as he fucked her, was just too great, and he felt that he wouldn't last long. Despite her foe's best effort, Kyle managed to get a few points of leverage in their mussel. Her violet eyes met with the other 'girl's, and she pushed her will against her. The distraction caused by the nearly constant stimulation of her new form wasn't without some effect though, she found as she pushed her will against the other girls. She wasn't able to completely freeze her in her steps, but that momentary pause was enough to let her push her off and roll up to leap for a shadow as the tamer closed in." Oh yeah, lots of trust here. You want to help by taking me against my will." She says as she rolls between Xiaomi's legs. Xiaomi was fast, despite her large erection, and she turned quickly as Kyle rolled between her legs. This poke girl wasn't getting away! "Well if you would come willingly, I wouldn't have to do this." She said, jumping onto Kyle like a cat pouncing on a mouse. Riho was caught by Kyle's gaze, unable to do anything as she was forcefully pushed off the poke girl, her bone-dildo popping out of Kyle's folds. It was all up to Xiaomi now. Mia moaned loudly as Rico quickened his past, her pussy hungrily trying to keep his cock inside and milk it for all it was worth. She looked down and kissed the top of his head, ears flicking happily as he began to suck on her nipple.she even felt him tease her little ass-hole with his finger... Mia had always expressed an interest in Anal play with Rico, but the two had never done it.at least, not yet. Her tail wrapped around his arm happily as she moaned out again. "A-Ahh! I-I'm not going to last much longer, Rico!" "M-Me neither! I'm about to come!" Rico replied, his voice shaky, as he thrust his cock deep inside her. His thrusts were quick and hard, he downright pounded into her pussy. Soon, he couldn't endure it anymore. With a loud moan he reached his orgasm, shooting his semen in her pussy. His cock twitched as he squirted into her, holding her body tightly against his own. Soon, he was finished and pulled his cock, still a bit hard and wet from her juices. Then he gave her a deep kiss." This was wonderful, Mia. I always love doing it with you!" "And who says it's your choice?" Kyle yelled back as she continued rolling with the tamer, falling into the shadow of a tree and jumping away with her blindly. And regretting it as the two of them 'fall' from a shadow covered limb some distance away. Kyle reached for the power and jumped again, becoming more and more disoriented and confused as she flitted with the tamer from one shadow to the next. In seconds, she was quite a distance from the pond and without a doubt completely turned around as she landed on the ground with Xiaomi breaking her fall. The strain of multiple jumps with the woman in her arms was straining her concentration and will. By the time she landed she was panting with a newly aroused fire that she had never experienced as a man. She landed on the tamer and kissed her savagely as newly unleashed instincts came to the fore." You didn't even try to charm me. It was all. 'I'm going to TAME you, and you'll be mine!" She growled as she lingered over the tamer's lips. Xiaomi rolled with the poke girl into the shadows, where the two of them disappeared, much to Rico's dismay. Xiaomi was surprised when they landed and jumped again, constantly jumping together until Xiaomi was under Kyle. She was even more surprised when Kyle savagely kissed her lips. "Mm.if I had done that you wouldn't have agreed." She said, forcing her lips against Kyle's again as she moved, rubbing the tip of her cock against Kyle's pussy. Her hips gave a quick thrust, intending to penetrate Kyle and get this over with! Mia moaned loudly, her head against Rico's shoulder. "Mm! Harder!" She moaned. She knew she was about to cum as well, she could feel it deep in her core as her orgasm started to rise faster and faster, becoming a maelstrom of pleasure that finally released itself. Her pussy clamped down on Rico's cock just as he gave his last thrust, and she felt his hot seed shoot inside of her, as her own juices ran down his cock and their legs. Her body twitched along with his cock, and her pussy resisted Rico pulling out, but let him go, if uneasily. Mia returned Rico's deep kiss, her tail swaying back and forth fast, indicating she was extremely happy now. "Mm... You're the best too, Rico." She said, mewling and leaning against him for support, head on his shoulder again. "I don't want any other tamer..." "I'm glad about that," Rico replied, smiling. "I surely don't plan to let another tamer have you." He gave her another kiss, watching her tail. He loved it when she swayed it like that. But with his mind clearer now, he remembered why they started to fuck so suddenly in the first place." I wonder where the tamer and the drowned are. If she could successfully tame her?" Normally, he would barely be interested in that. But somehow, the tamer and the poke girl, she fought, interested him. He never saw a FTA before, after all, and there was something strange about that drowned. According to Mia, she even smelled like a boy. And it was always a good idea to socialize with fellow tamers." Well, let's search them! Maybe they are still nearby." With that, he took Mia's hand and started looking for them. Kyle was confused and awash with conflicting feelings. Her newly minted body had impulses and hungers she had never thought possible. The long battle had driven her to distraction, and she was quickly falling into a near feral state as she shifted away from the tamer's thrust. Soon she wouldn't be able to resist her new instincts, but she was still trying to fight them." It's all about the win for you isn't it?" She groaned as her mind shifted a bit more towards the primal need that she was slowly losing against. "It's always about scoring with the Tamers. Nothing but the final big bang." "It's not all about the win. I just want a strong Harem.and you're obviously a strong poke girl." Xiaomi said to Kyle, trying to thrust into her again. "Your body clearly wants it, too.why not just give in? Rico can tell you I'm a kind mistress." She said to Kyle, trying hard to place her large cock inside her to finish this. Mia nodded to Rico, sniffing the air to pick up the scent. The two rolling around in a near coitus position was of course giving off a strong smell of sex, and Mia smiled as she picked it out from hers and Rico's. "This way!" She said happily, tail upright as she sprang into action, running towards where the Tamer and the Drowned were still wrestling with each other. Rico, the other Tamer's Throwback, wasn't far behind Mia and Rico. "So it's not in your interests to let me go back to being a guy." She groaned as she wiggled away from Xiaomi's thrust, though it was clear that she was saying one thing as her body reacted another way. Already the scent of her musk hinted to her being aroused.

Pokegirls!|rating:2.0

The Library of Ilearstadel (AndrewS x romancerper)

The Library of Ilearstadel was thought to be mere legend. It was a common one among the races. There were records of it across the globe, and many accounts had similar details. For one thing, it was common knowledge that this library was no ordinary library. Esteemed scholars, all long dead, had written their experiences, spoken of how any question could be answered if one only spent the time roaming its seemingly limitless halls. The secrets of life, recipes for forbidden potions, scroll on the darkest of arts, cures to the worst of illnesses could all be found in the Library of Ilearstadel. There were songs written about the fabled place. Volumes of poetry, attempting to put the structure's beauty into words. Even the Great Sorcerer Orphic, who had been known to converse with the gods on occasion, was quoted saying, "It was Heaven's gift to the races." There was a consensus that the structure was massive, carved entirely from limestone and decorated with marble statuary. It's thick, stone walls were tall enough to house the largest and oldest of trees, curving into cavernous ceilings. Almost all windows and doorways were open arches, allowing the free movement of fresh air and unfiltered sunlight. Surrounding and stretching within the library was said to be a labyrinth of gardens and courtyards, all green and vibrant. Waterways followed in a similar pattern, supplying natural pools, lakes and ponds. In some texts, the library was depicted as something akin to a small, self-sustaining city, maintained and inhabited by the long-gone Iberian race. Regardless of what the true story was, not one person could answer the age-old question: what had happened to it? Oh. There were many theories, some borderline ridiculous. One human text described something akin to the apocalypse, an end only contained to the library, while another stated that the Plebeians had incurred the wrath of one of the gods. The Elves believed that it had crumbled into dust while the Dwarves believed the library had always been underground, destroyed by an earthquake. Then, there were some, who still believed in the library's existence, that it still remained somewhere, hidden, full to the brim with the secrets and answers many still coveted. But to find it would mean returning to its original location, and such coordinates had been lost to time. Still, many had tried to locate the lost Library of Ilearstadel. Thus far, none had succeeded and lived to tell the tale. Lyra sat beneath the thick canopy of her favorite tree in the entire library. It also happened to be the largest and oldest, according to Volume IV of the "Personal History of the Library of Ilearstadel". She was only a few hundred pages in, learning about the layout of her home, as she casually munched on a few pink grapes she had found in one of the other courtyards. Her one leg was resting casually atop the other's knee, her bare foot slowly swaying back and forth as she turned another page and popped another mini star-shaped fruit into her mouth. A faded, yet detailed, map spread across the two pieces of parchment. According to the Iberian text, this was just the first floor of the library minus the Northern Wing. Lyra wasn't surprised to find that it couldn't fit on two pages. If the author of this book had tried to do such a thing, the letters would be too small, therefore, making it far too difficult to read without a magnifying glass. Her tree was here, though, and the courtyard it grew in was appropriately labeled "The Heart" as it was the center of the structure. After examining the map for a bit longer, she turned the page, expecting to see more about this particular location, as that was where the text had left off prior to the drawn picture, but Lyra was shocked to find that the topic had changed completely. It now was discussing what lay north, starting a new sentence when she had been in the middle of one two pages ago. Lyra's brow furrowed as she straightened from her lounging position to being seated upright against the tree's massive roots. Using her right hand, she swiftly turned back a sheet, then another, to check herself. Had she been wrong? No. The page before the map had ended with an incomplete sentence, but when she went back to the page just after the map, a new sentence began. Hazel eyes immediately jumped from the top of the parchment to the bottom, seeking out its page number. "Why is a whole page missing?" She whispered to herself as she brought the book closer to her face, gaze narrowing. She studied the binding closer, looking for any remnant pieces of paper that might suggest that something had been torn out, but there weren't any. That page is lost. The voice that filled her head and cleared it, momentarily, of any thought was one Lyra knew well. Always calm. Always familiar. It belonged to her only companion in this beautiful place—well, not her only companion, but definitely the only one able to communicate with her. "Really?" She spoke aloud, lowering the text into her lap. "But how? And why?" In all her many years inhabiting this library and within all the covers she had spent time between, the young woman had never seen a book with a missing page. I believe it to be the work of one of your predecessors. "And you approved?" I was unaware it was happening at the time. The statement struck Lyra as odd. Typically, the library knew everything that was happening within and around its walls, and while it was not, in any way, connected to the items that lined its stone shelves, this series of volumes was about it. She thought it would have likely been more vigilant about what happened to them. As much as you may think you know about me and this place, Lyra, there is still much you don't. And that, beyond her duty as a Librarian, was the only thing that kept her from acknowledging just how monotonous her life was. Every day was the same. Waking up in the morning, feeding herself and then starting her morning chores. Fortunately, much of this place was self-sustaining and self-cleansing, but books still became dusty and, on occasion, they did have a visitor, which meant re-organizing or assisting in locating certain texts. While the Library of Ilearstadel had long closed its doors to the world of mortals, it had not cut itself off from the world beyond. Spirits and, in some rarer instances, gods appeared. They hardly ever paid her any mind unless they needed something, and despite the fact that Lyra was desperate for some sort of interaction beyond having conversations with her sentient house, there were rules about these guests specifically. Almost all did not come with the intention of making polite talk, and as the Librarian, she had to respect her patrons' wishes. It was frustrating, but Lyra had learned several times, unfortunately, that gods and spirits were not to be bothered. Those hard lessons had all ended with the library vouching for her and the irked guest revoking whatever punishment they had felt she had deserved for simply asking a question. After a couple of lectures from the library itself, Lyra realized it was more trouble than it was worth to try and make friends with beings that simply didn't care. They all came here for one thing, and one thing only: knowledge. So when she was done with her duties for the day, how else was a Librarian to spend her time? Reading, of course. She also had a few other hobbies, if one could really call them that, but most days, Lyra found she was drained of any energy to do anything other than curl up in her favorite spot—or in bed—with a good book. It was an existence that many might have found lonely or boring, but she did her best not to look at it that way. After all, there was a whole world out there that would give almost anything to spend just one hour in the place she called "home". The Library of Ilearstadel was never in the same place twice for as long as it could be. The world's oceans were only so vast, after all. Every hundred years or so, it would find itself at the same coordinates, but then it would reset. This was one of the reasons that no one could ever seem to locate its whereabouts. Not to mention the other various security measures that had been put into place. A sea monster, for one thing, and traitorous waters, for another. In addition, the island it still rested upon was enchanted, making it invisible to the naked eye until the person stepped foot upon its shores. The land that surrounded the massive citadel was hardly safe. Dangerous creatures, ones thought to have been extinct, roamed the island's landscape, and practically every fruiting plant was poisonous to those of the races. It still appeared as a paradise ought to, giving any person who had been lucky to come close enough to the abandoned library a false sense of security. After the great library had closed its doors to the world, it was intent on ensuring that no mortal would ever successfully open them again. One final job." You've got to be kidding me? That much gold? Just to find a book for you?"" You'll find in time that this task will not be nearly as easy as you suspect it to be...but yes, those are my terms. Retrieve me what I seek and you shall be rewarded." For Locke, it was an offer that sounded almost too good to be true. For somebody as distrusting as he was, the sell-sword, who found himself longing for an escape from the lifestyle he had been living, did his diligence around the village. For everybody he spoke with, he heard a different story of how the old man living a top the hill, the very same who had offered him this job, had performed miraculous feats of magic and had changed their lives. He healed those who were sick, he repaired that which was broken, he warded away unwanted intruders from finding the cozy little hamlet he resided in...and most of all, none of them deemed him untrustworthy. They called him Elder, nobody seemed to know his real name, but still, they trusted him with their lives and their family's lives." So, why me?" Locke asked, looking across at the man intently. He had returned, after completing his reconnaissance, to find the man on the front porch of his home, overlooking the rest of the village beneath him. It bustled with life; children were playing, birds were chirping, the adults were working away tending the fields and manning their stalls, selling the goods they had gathered. This entire place seemed self-sufficient and, somehow, disconnected from the rest of the kingdom it was a part of." I've spoken to a dozen different people from your town, and they all speak very highly of you...and of how capable you are. You're a wizard, aren't you?"" That I am." He responded, with a nod of his head. His eyes were alive with energy crackling within his iris, like small bolts of lightning dancing across a cerulean sky." But as I told you before, this job is no ordinary job. It will take you to a place I am not allowed to enter."" You still haven't answered my question." Locke's brow rose, curiously, stating his inquiry once more." Why me?"" Are you not the son of Rowen Reinhart? Are you not the last of your kind?"" How do you know that?" Locke asked, surprised. His voice began to raise as he continued." How do you know who my father is?"" Does it matter? I know who you are, I know how badly you want out of this life. I'm offering you all the gold you could ever need. You could start a new life, finally put your past behind you...spend your fortune on liquor and drink your sorrows away. You're free to do whatever you wish. All you need to do is bring me that book." Locke froze for a moment, in contemplation. His mind raced on all the possibilities, a chance to finally distance himself from a life that had brought him so much pain.~~~The boat shook from the force of the waves. The ocean sprayed over the vessel, casting water across its deck. Locke barely managed to keep it on course, but the sea itself seemed against him. He was far from a captain or a sailor, relying only on the small bit of knowledge his father had given him during their travels. He was ill-equipped to face such angry waters, but he knew it would all be worth the risk in the end. A compass shone in his right hand, glowing ethereally, imbued with magic that seemed to be honing him in on the destination the wizard had set for him. Anybody sane would have thought Locke crazy for what he was doing. Risking his life, facing the brunt of the entire ocean, chasing down an errand given to him by a magical man whom he didn't even know the real name of. The severity of this journey became evidently clear the farther offshore Locke went. He could feel things moving beneath the boat, and it wasn't just waves. He saw shadows swimming back and forth, beneath him, massive and imposing in shape, but none of them seemed to come any closer than staying beneath the surface. As much as the enchanted compass was a guide, it also seemed to serve as a ward, keeping away the terrors of the sea. Elder had told him it would grant him protection until he arrived at the island, but Locke knew that once he was there, he was on his own. The most pressing issue, once Locke realized he was somehow protected from danger here, was that he saw no sign of an island anywhere in sight. He was several hours away from land now, and nothing but the stormy ocean awaited him in all directions. Had he not seen the magic of the compass protecting him already, he would have thought this whole thing a ruse, but in his head, and in his gut, he had a feeling that none of this was by chance nor part of a misdirection." Hm?" Locke mused, watching as the compass seemed to direct him to stop." Here?" He seemed stranded in the middle of the ocean. Why was it telling him to stop here? Locke shut the sails, letting the boat slow to a crawl without the wind, the force of the waves themselves doing the rest of the work in pushing him forward. Despite that feeling he was having, and his want to come across the fortune he was being promised, even he was beginning to lose faith in the old man's 'job'. Then his boat hit something. Peering over the front of the boat, Locke saw nothing, yet the boat continued to rock and hit against an object seemingly invisible. The compass began to spin relentlessly in his palm. There was something here, he knew it. Using mesh that was dangling from the side of his boat, he inched himself around it's side, wanting to get a closer look for himself. Dangling over the ocean, and feeling the vessel creaking back and forth, Locke lowered his foot down against the invisible barrier and his eyes widened in wonder as his perception changed. Sprawling in front of him, as the glamour faded out, was an island that looked otherworldly. It was unlike anything he had seen. The distance showed the imposing shape of a massive citadel, a place which Locke assumed to be his destination, but had no confirmation on as the compass that had led him here had inexplicably gone dormant the moment the island appeared, discarding its magic and leaving it nothing more than a simple captain's tool for way finding. Locke gathered his pack from the boat and stepped onto the soil. He thought there to be a rumble beneath his feet, like something was moving through the ground, though maybe it was just a trick of his mind. Magic, perhaps? Each step made him more curious, eyeing plants and fruits he had never seen before, but worrying about his safety should he come into contact with any of it. This was an unknown place, he wondered how many others had even stepped foot here given the powerful magic that had concealed it. Worse still was that he could sense eyes upon him, like he was being watched. He wasn't alone here." There's no job either small." Locke's father's voice echoed in his head. Gruff, yet warm, passion and compassion intertwined." Remember, son. We do this to help people. Sure, it pays well, but that ain't nothing compared to how it feels to make a difference, big or small." Locke felt himself transported back to his youth, back to when he was beginning to learn how to wield a sword, and learning from his father what it meant to be a mercenary. They had a group of about ten men who were extremely loyal to his father, and they moved about the kingdom coming and going as they pleased, completing jobs and helping those in need. Sometimes, they'd work with the kingdom's royalty, other times, they'd toil to help those who were less fortunate. Locke remembered his father giving passes to families who couldn't afford to pay, and he also remembered the reverence everybody seemed to have for his dad when they passed through. He had been doing it for years, he had quite the reputation, and their traveling band had become the exact opposite of what one would expect of a group of mercenaries and vagabonds. His father was far better a man than he was. Locke had never lived up to that reputation, and how could he? He was half the fighter, and even less the person that Rowen Reinhart had been. It was an impossible task and yet, here he was, the last surviving member, trying to carry the torch but drowning with every job he completed. He felt no satisfaction anymore. He wasn't out to help people, he was just trying to survive, he was betraying every lesson his father had ever taught him. Furthermore, he needed to get out of this life. He needed to go to work. Locke began walking in the direction of the structure, knowing full well he would likely meet resistance from whatever inhabited this island. His fingers remained coiled around the handle of his father's sword, ready to draw it at a moment's notice." One day, you're going to be the one holding this sword, the one leading your men. A sword is a tool as much as it is a weapon, I pray that you'll use mine to carve yourself a better future, my son."~~~Every muscle in Locke's body ached. Blood stained his clothing, torn and tattered. He had lost his pack a while ago, stumbling up to the entrance of this structure with his sword, the compass dangling at his waist, and not a lot more. These weren't animals...they were monsters. Creatures. They were acting like the ocean had been, defending whatever this place was. Somehow, someway, he had forced his way through, but he had dulled his father's sword, and he had barely an ounce of energy left in his body to keep fighting should something else hostile await him inside. He lifted a dirty palm to the door and pushed with as much strength as he had left. The heavy door didn't budge. He tried again, meeting the same resistance. His fist slammed against it in frustration as he heard the movement of leaves and the crackling of branches. Another fight? How could he keep up?" Open...let me in! I came all this way... I traveled your ocean, I fought against your protectors...open the door. Open the damn door..." He trailed off, desperately, sighing. He turned his back to it, resting against it, taking a load off for a moment as both hands clutched his sword in front of him. Maybe this was as far as he was meant to go. Perhaps this was what fate wanted for him. The Elder was leading him to the end of his road, finally giving him a chance to fine his freedom. His life had been painful, it had been filled with hurt and disappointment. He recluse himself because of that, yet he never had the courage to give up and dishonor his father's memory. At least this way, he'd go down swinging; he'd go down on the job, just like his dad did." Dad..." He whispered, shutting his eyes." I'm sorry I couldn't make you proud." When Locke's eyes opened, two beasts snarled at him from a couple of meters away. He hadn't seen their approach while he spoke to his father's memory, but it wouldn't have made a difference. They were coming for him either way, hiding his head under the covers like a scared child wasn't going to make the monsters go away. Locke Reinhart was the last surviving member of the Roaming Reinhart, the legacy left behind by an incredible man he could never measure up to. Deeming himself a failure, he had little understanding of just how special he was. He was before the legendary Library of Ilearstadel, one of very few humans to have ever even so much as laid eyes upon the fabled structure, and yet, all he could think about was how much of a disappointment he had become without realizing he had just done something nobody else alive could lay claim to. He called out to his father, but it was the Library that listened. They were Its children. Each one of them were as important to It as all the books and scrolls and knowledge. They were not objects, though, and therefore, they had minds of their own. Needs. Wants. Feelings. All the things that made them and It is alive. And yet, they were different from It. They had legs with which they could use to walk. They could go places that It could not follow, and once upon a time, they did. Furthermore, they could come and go as they pleased. Sometimes they left together, and other times they left alone. But they always came back. They had long lives. Thanks to the heavens, they did. It didn't know if It could survive watching them die so often. As it was, their presence was fleeting. Time passed faster for It when It remembered them. Otherwise, it moved at a snails place, and It recalled what loneliness felt like. It had been so long since It experienced being alone. Truly alone. For the longest time, It had many companions. Children. People that cared. It didn't matter to It what they were. They were It's just as It was theirs. But then a terrible thing happened that caused It to lose so much of what It held dear. It became very close to the silence It had only experienced before them. Now, It only had one. A sweet girl. A daughter this time. With auburn hair that reminded It of maple leaves that turned from red to brown in the autumn and warm hazel eyes that sometimes appeared olive. She was a cheerful child, despite the fact she grew up without human interaction. Of course, she likely had parents. Parents that missed her dearly, for how could they not? This girl wasn't even It's biologically, and yet the thought of any harm coming to her made Its heart quiver. It was her Iberian ancestry that brought her here, saved her from a watery grave. She had been much smaller then, the true definition of a child. It still thought of her as one, though. While she was a grown woman, her life span was just the blink of an eye to It. It had a son before her. He was only middle-aged by Iberian standards when he passed. It was grieving for quite a while, and yet, Lyra had only shown up what must have been a couple of months or so later. It had been the start of summer, and It had been in the northern seas. Likely, she had been traveling with her parents aboard a ship. Sometimes, It wondered if they had survived. Were they looking for her? If It was in their position, It certainly would have been. It was very protective of Its daughter. She was, after all, all It had, and It didn't want her time here to be short. Librarians used to live for centuries, regardless of race, but the last few had been dying younger and younger. After the first occurrence, It wondered if it had been because Its children had been human, their Iberian blood only a few drops within their bodies. But It had another daughter. A she-elf. She lived a long life...when compared to that of a human's, but she, too, had been quite young for her own race. Lyra was half-elf, half-human with a slightly stronger Iberian bloodline--elves hailing from certain parts of the world tended to be that way. Still, It worried. Each child had been younger than the previous one of their own race, meaning the lifespans of the Librarians as a whole, regardless of background, was shrinking dramatically. It had a hunch, one that would require taking some risks, which was why, when the next outsider managed to make his way to Its front doors, It had a very difficult decision to make. It hated the races. Only Iberian descendants understood. But for the sake of Its daughter, for the sake of Lyra and all the children that would follow her, It decided to show the male mercy." Someone is at the door." The statement made Lyra take pause, tanned arm still outstretched with thin fingers poised to push upon the thick binding of the book so that it might slot back into its place on one of the higher shelves. She blinked, wondering if she heard right, before relaxing her stance, the bottoms of her bare heels touching the stone floor beneath them. Had she heard correctly? No one was ever at the door. Gods and spirits didn't need doors. "I wouldn't tarry any longer, child. He could very well die if left outside any longer." That statement seemed to spur the young woman into action. After all, the wilderness outside the safety of the library's limestone walls was hardly safe. Monsters roamed about all hours of the day, and they had evolved to crave mortal flesh. Whomever their visitor was, it was shocking that he wasn't as good as dead the moment he had stepped foot upon the island. In fact, only Plebeians were ignored by such beasts, which was why she had not been bothered by any when she had first washed ashore. Lyra had been just a few years old at that time, and when she came to, her airway burning from the sea's salt and side covered in sand, she had been absolutely terrified. The only comfort she had had was the Library's soothing voice, speaking calming words and explaining the way to its front stoop. The structure hadn't been hard to miss, but to a child, suddenly waking up alone and in some place unfamiliar to her, everything had been so overwhelming that she hadn't thought to seek shelter. She also had lost her memory. Even to this day, Lyra had no recollection of her time before here. The Library had reasoned that she had experienced something traumatic, nearly drowning, and that it was no wonder her brain had blocked such an ordeal out. It made the Librarian wonder what she might find on the other side of the great, wooden door. Would this person be as frightened as she had been? Fortunately, she hadn't been far from the main hall, which ran through the middle of the entire library, South wing to North wing, with only the center courtyard to interrupt it. Going as fast as her long limbs would carry her, Lyra made it to the front entrance shortly after a loud knock echoed through the large foyer. Without giving it a single thought, she threw the doors open. The poor woman hadn't expected a disheveled man to fall back-first into her, his weight easily forcing her to the ground. The impact knocked the air from her for a second, leaving her pursed lips with a pained "of". Locke's eyes struggled to stay open, exhaustion limited how much he could use of the very limited energy that still remained in his body. He didn't want to just give up, though the end result of what was to come seemed inevitable, but it was hard to see a way out. His father's sword barely had it's edge anymore, having dulled from all the fighting he had already gone through. He barely had enough strength to lift it, never mind swing the heavy weapon, and as he peered past the first two beasts who had cornered him, he saw more movement within the trees. Soon, he would have much more than just a pair to contend with, and those heavy doors were doing nothing more than holding him up, preventing him from falling to his knees. They weren't opening. Nobody was coming to save him. He tried to remain steady, using both hands to grasp the hilt of the sword as if that would somehow give him enough leverage to wield it at least a little while longer. The first wolf-like creature began to advance on him, causing Locke to flinch as it began to pick up speed. He expected to feel claw or fang meet skin, ripping and tearing him to shreds. Instead, he felt something else. He fell backwards, but something broke his fall, if only for a moment, until he landed spine-first on tile. The heavy doors had swung open with urgency, creating a rush of wind as he fell inward. He groaned in pain, eyes lifted sky, feeling his head resting against something that felt very unlike the cold floor that had greeted the rest of his body. As his eyes adjusted, and he craned his neck backwards, he stared upwards into the eyes of a woman. An elf? And what beautiful eyes they were. Though, maybe that was the desperation talking. How long had it been since he had seen another person? Especially under these circumstances? The hope it instilled in him almost made him forget about the threat at hand. He patted the surrounding floor, searching for the sword he had dropped during his fall, unable to move much more than that, or direct his eyes anywhere else. Instead of finding it, however, he felt a second rush of air as the large doors slammed shut, blocking out the monsters who thirsted for his blood, trapping them on the outside of this structure. Now, that the initial surprise had worn off, as well as the invitation of safety those large doors provided, Locke felt her stare. His eyes shifted away from the elf. He was practically in her lap! Using what strength he had left, he awkwardly rolled himself onto his stomach, off of her to create some separation. "I... I apologize..." The sell-sword stammered, his throat dry and his lungs burning to draw breath." I didn't mean to...actually, who are you? What...is this place?" He hadn't yet the time to look around, to see what exactly he had stumbled into. His mission to retrieve the book was at the back of his mind now, replaced with something entirely different. A curiosity, for certain, but also an emotional whiplash. He had been so certain his life had been about to come to it's end just moments ago and now, he was here, with her. He should have been more on-guard, his father had taught him better, but she didn't appear to be a threat and, in all honestly, she had just saved his life. With how recluse he had become, Locke was foreign to the idea of being indebted to somebody, or thankful of their interference in his life, so he pushed down that response, as he always did, settling for something else entirely. The fact that he had even apologized to her in the first place was a demonstration of how distressed he had been, and now, as he settled back into himself, he could feel his shell pulling him back within. And that meant it was back to business as usual." You wouldn't happen to have seen any books around here, would you?." Her tailbone and the back of her head were hurting her the most; likely, they had taken the brunt of the fall. Fortunately, Lyra, being a bit clumsy by nature, had experienced worse. As a child, she had been rather fond of climbing things: trees, bookshelves, statues... She always got herself into some place that she probably shouldn't have, purposefully ignoring the only authority figure in her life. The Library had told her many times that she was probably one of the most mischievous children It had in a long time--granted, usually a Librarian was already close to adulthood when they stumbled upon this place and their duty to it. The structure was hardly made safe for an unsupervised, young mortal. One of the first things the Library had insisted she learned was basic healing--something that, despite her even roots, hadn't come easy to her at first. Thank goodness she had put in the hours she had, though. The Library's unexpected guest certainly looked worse for wear. He was bleeding from several places, from what she could tell, and the torn fabric of his clothes was practically saturated with it in some areas. She sat up slowly, ignoring her lower back's protest, hazel eyes still studying the man who had yet to get off of her. Gods, he was heavy, in the sense one might be when they had nary the energy to keep themselves upright. Likely, he had been leaning against that door for support--not just because he was desperate to reach safety. He had yet to notice her, it seemed, or what had exactly broken his fall. From what she could tell, he was still recovering from the sudden shift in position. The whole thing was likely disorienting, and having once come to this island, alone and very much afraid, Lyra could feel some empathy for the stranger, even if she would very much like for him to get off her. She'd give him a minute more, not wanting to startle him or, heaven forbid, cause him to pass out. Lyra didn't know if she had the strength to move him, should that happen. Fortunately, it took him less time than the halfling thought it would. When his gaze met her own, she arched a brow at him, wondering how he might react. From what she could see of his features, he was likely human, and Lyra's experience had been limited to the divine and otherworldly. They had different social constructs and mannerisms than those of the races. Had she been in this predicament with a god, she likely would have been punished by now. Turned into a frog or some other creature that they deemed her worthy of, given she had the audacity to be in their way whilst falling. Very few gods and goddesses viewed mortals as anything more than dirt, and touching one was probably the equivalent of being doused in mud. But this stranger was mortal. Like her. Watching him fumble for his sword whilst still atop her, Lyra had to press her lips together to keep from laughing. Amusement was hardly an appropriate emotion--the poor man was likely terrified that one or more of the beasts he had encountered outside would make their way into the Library--but she knew better. They would not step foot past the threshold. They could not, even if the doors were wide open, as they currently were. Still, it was fascinating to see where the stranger's priorities were. Arm self first. Get off of the unknown woman next. The sound of the front doors closing seemed to make him rethink the order of things because within the next moment, he was rolling off of her, stammering out an apology followed by questions. The most shocking of which had been in regard to his current location. Lyra's eyes widened as she moved to kneel beside him, knees on the stone floor. "You do not know where you are?" She spoke his language, though her voice likely had a bit of an accent. One could only be so fluent in a language they had only practiced on occasion with a sentient Library in their head. "Were you not seeking this place out?" Perhaps he was delusional. It wouldn't be so far-fetched to assume he had lost enough blood to be. "You wouldn't happen to have seen any books around here, would you?." Now, this time, the young woman couldn't keep from laughing. Was he actually serious? He could barely move from his injuries, for one thing, and for another, he was in the most fabled and sought-after Library in the world. He wanted to know if she had seen any books? Hilarious! "I've seen far too many," she finally responded, moving to her feet. She spent a moment, patting down the skirt of her white dress before shifting her attention to him. Her hazel eyes scanned his body, still in a pile on the floor, before moving to his face. "But they can wait. You are..." She hesitated a moment, the word in old Iberian surfacing instead of the language she needed it to being in. "Unwell." Not quite the right description, but close enough. She bent forward at the hips, hand hovering close to his shoulder, waiting his permission. "If I help, do you think you can stand?" Lyra was, at least on some noticeable level, very beautiful, but in a different way. She felt human, yet, something was off about her features. Her eyes, while a deep and distracting hazel were not the same as his, she was different, but he hadn't yet the chance to figure out what about her was causing the discrepancy. He was here for a reason, after all, this was no time to be admiring a stranger, especially one who could be dangerous...but she didn't exactly look like a threat. And if she had wanted to harm him, she would have done so already while she had him in a more vulnerable, dazed state. How curious, indeed. She acted as though his confusion about this place was out of the ordinary, as if it were regular for him to stumble into massive structures protected by vicious, otherworldly creatures. She seemed surprised that he was here, but more confused by his questioning. Furthermore, she spoke with an accent, so subtle, but enough to tell him that the common tongue she was speaking, the one he understood, was not so common to her and was something she had picked up over time. Still, he appreciated her making the effort to communicate to him, he wasn't in any state to engage in another fight, especially in a place, and with a person, he knew absolutely nothing about." Seeking this place? I don't even know what this place is." Locke responded, blinking errant, feeling his guard continuing to raise back to his normal, cut-off demeanor." Do you have any idea how many of those...savages, I had to fight off just to get to whatever this place is? Are they locked out? And what about... Never mind. I'm looking for something." She said she had seen far too many, and his disposition seemed to change slightly to something a little more hopeful. Maybe this was indeed where he was meant to be; though, that still didn't make it any clearer what it was he had stumbled into. Or who was acting as it's guardian. Locke tried to steady himself, but the pain across his body was beginning to become evident now that the adrenaline had worn off. He knew he was tired from all the fighting, but he never realized the extent of his injuries until he began to feel the stinging pain across his torso. His eyes dropped downwards, looking at the gashes that had turned his clothing to tatters, and the crimson that was seeping through the fabric from the wounds hidden underneath." I am fine... I just..." His sentence ended at it's center, a throbbing pain pushing forward to the front of his head and spreading into an ache that encompassed his entire cranium. He staggered back, feeling faint, his ears ringing so badly that he hadn't caught what else she had said. His hand grasped towards what was left of his father's sword, but it was just a little too far away from him to pull back into his clutches without moving, and he simply wasn't make that journey right now, as small as it was. She was getting closer, and his instinct was to pull away, but he didn't have the wherewithal to do it on his own. She seemed to be offering him some aid, and he found himself leaning into her, instinctively, against his better judgment, resting his weight against her as he tried to pull himself up onto his feet. His legs buckled beneath him, causing him to put a little more strain on her than he would have liked, fearing it would cause them both to topple back down to the floor instead. His brusque reply had stung a bit more than she cared to admit, but she supposed it was only natural for a person to be visiting a library for the sake of its knowledge. Why waste time conversing with the Librarian? Or even being polite? Perhaps the races were no different from the divine in that respect. It was a bit disheartening to think all these years, the venom the Library sprouted about the "ungrateful mortals" might actually be true. Despite her home's negative view of them, Lyra had wanted to keep a positive outlook. After all, how could she judge someone she had never met? How could she judge someone she hardly knew? It was the lack of an answer to both of those questions that calmed her triggered temper. Even if this man was being a bit rude, he was also very injured and likely exhausted from whatever journey he had taken to bring him here. Also, he had just had a frighteningly close call with death. Initially, he had been--foolishly--refusing her help when it was rather obvious by the wince that crossed his features and the trouble he was experiencing just trying to sit up, even, that he did need it. Still, Lyra did not force it on him. She didn't even really offer it to him until she could not bare to watch him struggle any longer. Even she had her limits, and he could protest all he wanted. One way or another, he would need medical attention, and if he didn't accept her aid, he wouldn't be awake to stop her from administering it, as evident by the way he had practically swooned whilst still on the floor. Lyra suppressed the urge to roll her eyes when he finally did lean his weight against her. Instead, she promptly wrapped an arm about his waist, summoning whatever strength she had--which wasn't much--to keep them both upright. It didn't help things when his knees nearly fell from beneath him, but somehow, she had managed, stumbling only for a second before catching the both of them. "Fine, indeed." She couldn't help the quip, spoken in old Iberian. Likely, he didn't understand her, but her tone didn't hide her exasperation. After all, she was a Librarian, not a healer. The trek to the middle courtyard was hardly a short or easy one. The halfling, though not much shorter than the man she carried, had to pause several times to either shift her hold on him or catch her breath. Though, lowering him to the soft grass had been the most taxing bit by far. Her poor back, which still ached from their tumble earlier, was not silent in its opinion on how it was being treated, but Lyra wasn't so uncaring as to deposit him unceremoniously to the ground. She slowly helped him onto his back, too worried to leave him in a seated position, before straightening to her full height and eyeing him. After all she had done to bring him here, he better not die on her. She then turned towards the tree, the one she had spent her morning sitting beneath. There is a ripe one towards the top. Of course there is. Letting out a heavy sigh, Lyra began to climb the sturdy trunk, pulling herself up onto the first branch before hoisting herself onto another one that was slightly higher. Her muscles protested each and every movement she made, but the pear-shaped fruit was the first step in healing her guest. She, herself, had sampled quite a few of these fruits during her time here. Its skin was pale, nearly white, while its flesh was a vibrant, juicy blue; it stained your tongue, but it sped up the body's ability to form new tissue and fight off infection. A few minutes later, the Librarian's feet were back in the grass, taking her back to her patient. Locke's eyes struggled to stay open. Why was it so bright? They were inside a building, yet it felt like a garden. Grass, the sweet aroma of plans, the fresh, open air...what was this place? His head was spinning, his body too tired and pained to allow him any rational thought. He felt her struggle to escort him, then even more so as she laid him on his back, but the brightness caused his eyes to remain shut, shielding him from it. He hadn't seen her looking over his injuries, nor had he known she had left for a short while to scale the large tree he had still yet to see with his own eyes. As he waned in and out of consciousness, he saw his past replayed to him. Was it his life flashing before his eyes? Or was this place having an effect on him?" You're holding it wrong." A gruff voice guides him from over his shoulder. Locke was young, no more than ten years old, clutching the handle of a heavy, iron sword. He could hardly lift it with both hands, never mind one, but he was expected to wield it like a soldier. This was training, the second or third time that week, and he was staring down a dummy made of straw and leather, intended to take a beating. Albaros was his trainer today, and Locke didn't like him much. From what Locke could remember of the mercenary, he was one of his father's closest allies, and most trusted companions. The two of them had fought, side-by-side, in many minor conflicts on behalf of their kingdom, before splintering off to form the Roaming Richards, with Alarms being a founding member of the group. In fact, Alarms was probably the only person his father, Rowan, would trust to train his son, outside himself. Locke was tired of training, he felt like he wasn't getting any better, and Alarms drilling orders into him like an army sergeant was doing more harm to his morale than it was good." I can't do this anymore..." Locke voiced, exasperated. His arms were burning with exhaustion, a familiar feeling that Locke had felt in present day as well, but from over-exertion. While he had eventually caught on to the hang of wielding a blade, he struggled with it for many years." Sure you can." Albaros responded. "Five more. C'mon, boy."" I can't." Locke repeated, a second time." You're a Reinhart. You will learn how to swing a sword."" I can't!" Locke's younger voice pitched this time, echoing through the training hall. Upon realizing what he had done, Locke braced himself for a punishment that never came." That's enough." Instead, a different voice interrupted, one much kinder than that of his trainer." Albaros, take a break. I'd like to speak with my son." Albaros nodded, sticking his own sword point-down into the dirt and retiring to the barracks, giving father and son the training yard alone. Rowan approached Locke until he was standing directly in front of him, his hand reached out to rest a top Locke's shoulder." I can't do this..." The boy told his father, looking up at him through tearful eyes. Those tears did not last for long before they were wiped away, clearing the child's vision." It's hard, isn't it?" Rowan began, pausing for Locke's response. When he saw his son was not prepared to give it, he just continued to speak, talking the lesson he wished to impart." There's no shame in failing something for the first time. We're human, after all. You should see me in the kitchen. I've burnt enough food to feed an entire village of people and never once did I get it right." He laughed to himself, heartily. Gods, Locke missed the way that laugh sounded." But that doesn't stop me from preparing dinner. Sure, nobody else ever eats with me...and I can't blame them, but I still try. You know why?"" Why...?"" Because once upon a time, my father taught me that us Richards are a lot of things...some of us fighters, some of us scholars, many of us terrible cooks...but none of us have ever been quitters. Not a single one. Did I ever tell you our family motto?"" No, father, you didn't..."" They always spoke it in some language I could never speak myself, but there's a translation. Loosely, it means 'Resolute and honor.' It's in our very blood to never give up. To keep fighting, to live every moment to it's last and to do so without regret. I'll continue to cook until the day that I die, just as I'll continue to fight to make a difference for the people we protect. What are you going to do with your resilience? If it isn't to become a fighter, that is fine by me, I would never force you to be something you are not, but if you are giving up simply because you feel as though you aren't strong enough...well, son, strength comes from within, and we Richards never give in." Rowan's hand fell to Locke's, grasping around it, helping him lift the sword. He adjusted his son's grip, slightly, giving enough of his own strength to make it a little easier for him to keep the heavy weapon lifted. Locke did the rest. He swung with all of his might, his burning muscles forcing through the pain until the sword pierced the leather of the dummy, getting stuck on the way out. For the first time since he had started training, he had landed a real, actual blow. He looked on in surprise, his eyes darting back and forth between the dummy and his father while Rowan Reinhart looked back in pride." Get back up and fight." Why did that sound so out of place? Young Locke faded away and the Locke resting in the library garden began to awake. His eyes strained to the light, though something seemed to be blocking some of it from filtering down into his face." Huh...?" He mumbled as his focus adjusted. It was an animal looking down at him, curiously, its head tilted at an angle. Its nose sniffed at Locke's face, causing the mercenary to try and back himself away, fearing it to be another creature trying to attack him, before getting a better look at what it actually was. Furthermore, it was a cat? But not a regular cat. This wasn't like the typical strays he'd see in a village, or in the wild. Its fur was shimmering, with undertones of silver and gold, one eye baring the former while the other displayed the latter. Its ears were long, droopy, and its tail was elegant and long, curling halfway into a question-mark. Once it realized that Locke was awake, its inquisitive nature caused it to lift a paw, batting it against the man's cheek, before darting away at a speed Locke's tired mind could hardly process. He tried to pull himself up into a seated position, but it was hard for him to even breathe, let alone move. His eyes darted around the garden, getting a good look at it for the first time, hearing the sound of somebody else approaching. He knew it had to be her, the girl who took him in." I'm going to ask again...what is this place...?" Lyra had just caught a glimpse of the animal before it had made its escape, but it certainly hadn't been enough for her to get a good look at it. In all her years of being in this place, there were still things that roamed these halls that she had yet to meet. For some that might be a terrifying notion, the unknown, but she always figured that if something truly wished to cause her harm, it would have ensured it came to her by now. Plus, the Library, she suspected, communicated with the other living creatures that resided here; though, she never had any visual evidence of it. Whenever she asked the voice in her head, it always responded with a mirthful, "What do you think?" What an annoying way to say answer "yes". The woman slowly lowered herself to the ground beside her guest, about even with his shoulders, folding her legs beneath her. She then grabbed at the hem of her skirt, lift it just slightly up her calves to have some slack to the fabric so that she might clean the fruit's skin off with it. Water would have been the preferable medium, but Lyra wasn't sure she felt comfortable leaving the man alone in the state that he was in. "This place has many names, but I believe those that speak the common tongue call it, 'The Library of Ilearstadel'," she responded, gaze lifting from her lap to his face as she extended out her right arm, offering the fruit. "You should eat as much of this as you can. Do you need help sitting up?" The question was more of a formality than a genuine inquiry. Lyra had seen him attempt to sit up, and it was rather obvious that any movement he tried to make caused him pain. It would have been more efficient, at this point, for her to just assist the man into an upright position because he certainly couldn't swallow with his head flat on the ground, but she felt strange about touching someone without their express permission. She didn't know why because there were probably situations where such a thing really wasn't necessary. It wasn't like she was doing something untoward. She was simply providing assistance where it was clearly needed, and a part of her knew she would provide aid even if he did fight her on it. He needed the medical attention, after all, and she wasn't about to let someone just die because of their own stubborn distrust of her. The human appeared wary, but thus far, it seemed even he realized that he could not do this alone. This was just the first step. Ingesting the fruit would help; however, he would still feel pain, and there was the matter of cleaning the gashes in his skin. Lyra really did not have the stomach for closing the gaps in his flesh, with needle and thread or the limited knowledge she had regarding healing spells. Of course, she would do it if she had to; she just really wouldn't enjoy the process. The mineral springs were too far away for her to carry him to. She doubted either of them had the strength for that trek, but perhaps, once he finished eating and seemed a bit more stable, she could see about getting a basin and filling it. Then there was the matter of dressing... Lyra was pretty certain she had come across some of her predecessor's clothes in one of the bedrooms in the north wing. Perhaps she could find them again and see what the moths had left that was salvageable. "... The Library of Ilearstadel." Where had he heard that name before? It felt so familiar, like a word teasing the tip of his tongue, or a thought buried so far back that it was struggling to break the surface. He repeated the name a couple of times over in his head, missing the entirety of her second sentence, as well as the question she had posed him afterward. He looked at her, blankly. Something about it just felt so...familiar. It was a feeling of déjà vu without a purpose, a feeling without a conduit." Hm?" He mused, out loud, giving some sort of reaction so that he didn't keep her waiting, though it was dismissive and an obvious sign that he wasn't entirely paying attention, though given his current state, it probably wouldn't have seemed too out of place for him to respond in that manner. His eyes dropped to the fruit in her hand as he tried to discern the point of the conversation. Did she want him to eat? "Oh. Alright, then." He told her, not knowing he had agreed to her moving him as well. His reaction was defensive, at first, but he clearly needed the help, and it was a little easier to breathe when he was sitting up, so though he initially protested, it quickly died down and Locke found himself thankful for her help, though he'd never speak it out loud. He continued to eye the fruit in her palms, wondering what it was. It looked just like a normal fruit, but nothing else about this place was normal. In fact, everything seemed the very opposite. Was it even safe? The Library of Ilearstadel, hm? At least he was in the right place. A library would have countless books, and he was willing to bet that the one he was sent to retrieve was somewhere within this impossible place. If step one was making it to the island and step two was getting inside this structure, he was halfway done his journey. He tried to think of the gold, the reward at the end of the job, a reason to think all the pain and harm inflicted on his body would be worth it, but it hurt too much, and his thoughts continued to be occupied elsewhere." It's just a legend." Alarms would say." There are so many things in this life that were legends...until we proved them true!" His father would reply. These memories were just barely there, past the surface, like something was blocking them out." A library. Full of books and crazy creatures, where Gods go to hang out and hide the secrets of a forgotten race? Even for you, Rowan, that's out there, don't you think?" There was a brightness in Rowan's eyes as he recounted what he had been told." Is it so bad to believe in the impossible?" His father had told him of this magical library, that's why he remembered it, but he was so young that it had slipped his mind...though it felt more like it had been buried away on purpose. A smile came to Locke's face as he realized that if this girl was telling the truth, he had accomplished something his father never had, and always hoped to have done; the found it. He found a place of legend, all by himself. He just wished his father was there to see it with him." The Library of Ilearstadel." Locke spoke out, suddenly, looking back at Lyra." It's real. Huh." Locke mused, his smile persisting. "So, what does that make you?" He asked, reaching out to take the fruit, showing a sign of solidarity in the way he prepared to eat it. It was, if nothing else, a way of putting her at ease so that she would trust him, and share information with him. His entire disposition changed back from cold to more open, but it was a front. He wanted something from this place, and from her, and this was how he always got it." You're clearly not human like me. And you live here all by yourself? It must be...lonely." He clearly hadn't been listening to her, but Lyra supposed she shouldn't expect much from a man who had nearly lost his life just moments ago. Shifting the fruit from her right hand to her left, the Librarian leaned forward and carefully slid her right arm underneath his neck. His immediate reaction was defensive, jolting at her touch and regarding her with wide blue eyes. Her first instinct was to recoil. In this vulnerable position, regardless of how injured he was, if he felt threatened by her, he could easily cause her harm. "I'm just helping you." Her words were slow, tone soft, as if she were subduing a frightened animal. "I promise." When he made no move to push her away or worse, Lyra finished wrapping her arm about his shoulders and gently lifted him from the grass until she felt he would be able to eat without choking. All the while, her eyes had been on his face, searching for any sign that she was causing him pain. She then waited patiently for him to take the proffered fruit from her other hand. He still seemed uncertain, despite verbally agreeing not one minute ago, but eventually, thank the gods, he took it from her. "It's real. Huh." A smile stretched her lips as she nodded, her left hand falling into her lap. "It always has been." It was strange to have a guest that thought this place was just a legend or to not know what she was. Lyra wasn't surprised that he had guessed correctly that she was not human. At least, not fully human. All he had to do was look at the pointed tips of her ears, peaking out from between her auburn locks. The characteristic was blatantly elfish, but typically, with a full-blood elf, their ears were taller, more pointed. Her height might have also been a clue--a bit more than average for a female human but certainly shorter than the average she-elf. The last bit that he said, admittedly, threw her off. She blinked at him, surprised he had even thought such a thing. The word "lonely" was something she spent most of her days trying to avoid; it was in her vocabulary, but she purposefully pretended it wasn't. "I'm not human. No. I'm what some might call a 'halfling' or a 'half-breed'." The latter term had a negative connotation with it. Not everyone was accepting of mixed-race people. Fortunately, living alone in a library lost to civilization meant encountering prejudiced people was pretty rare. Encountering anyone was pretty rare. "I am also the Librarian here, and, yes... I live here by myself." Again, she avoided the word "lonely" or any derivative of it, such as "alone", like the plague, and in the silence that followed the slightly somber confirmation that she was, indeed, the sole inhabitant here, Lyra felt pressed to fill the silence. "It's okay. I'm kind of used to it, and I'm not really alone, you know?" Her eyes lifted from his face to gaze at the surrounding structure. "A lot of animals reside here with me, and the Library--" Do not tell him about me. The sound of her home's voice echoing in her mind made her take pause, lips pressing shut. She hadn't been thinking; she hadn't considered that maybe the Library did not want this stranger--a member of one of the races It claimed to despise--knowing that It could communicate with her. Though she reassured him that she was only trying to help, and he had no reason to think otherwise, Locke was naturally suspicious, and it was only natural given the peculiar laws of nature that seemed to govern this so-called Library of Ilearstadel. If he wanted her to trust him, which was very much the goal now if he was going to find that book, he needed to play along with this and to act as though he believed her. He intended to do just that, but there was a part of him that would remain a skeptic, even if his tired and injured body desperately needed whatever kind of healing she believed that this fruit was provided to him. He mulled it over, rotating the fruit in his hand as Lyra spoke to him of the library, answering his questions one-by-one, even though he had yet to learn her name. It was no surprise that she wasn't human, he had already determined so much, but to hear her describe herself as a halting only rose more questions. If he was to assume one half was like him, which seemed a safe bet given her human-like features, then it begged the question of what was the other? And if it made her dangerous? She seemed elfish in nature, but he wasn't going to assume anything and risk offending her until she told him herself. He still needed her guidance, after all, which was why he was laying so thickly on the fact that she was alone and, as such, must have felt loneliness that he could grant a reprieve towards. Locke was unaware of the voice from the Library that Lyra could hear, after all." Librarian? So, you just live here and take care of all of these books?" Locke asked, hearing the skittering of animals on cue."...and these creatures?" Creatureswas putting it rather bluntly; they were all very much animal-issue, just as she was human-adjacent, but even just seeing what he thought was a cat up close and noticing the abnormalities threw what he knew about animal life into a loop. She tried to use those animals as an explanation for what she wasn't alone, but unless some of them could talk, which wasn't entirely out of the question but unproven, he didn't fully buy it." Hanging out with animals isn't the same as having somebody to talk to." He told her, raising a brow. His eyes dropped from hers, back down to the fruit, the aching in his stomach and the stinging in his bones finding a fever pitch." Here goes..." He mumbled, mostly to himself, lifting it upwards towards his mouth to finally take a bite. The taste was sweet, yet bitter. The juices inside the fruit were not unlike that of an apple, or an orange, but with a flavor he couldn't quite place. It felt like a combination of a lot of things, and yet, like something he had never enjoyed before, but either way, he couldn't say it was unpleasant. Furthermore, the second he felt it sliding down his throat, a warmth farmed in his core. It was alarming, at first, but then relaxing almost immediately afterward as it spread, filtering through every aching muscle, coursing through each vein until it had encompassed his entire body like a blanket." Huh...? That's...new." For now, he no longer felt the pain. He wasn't sure if this meant he had somehow been healed, or if the fruit's nectar was serving as a pulling agent to numb him of what he was feeling, but either way, it was comfort he hadn't known since setting foot on that boat to begin his journey here." Ah, that feels...so much better. Thank you, Miss... I didn't catch your name." He trailed off, giving her a half-smile. Locke could be rather charming when he wanted to be, and he was trying his best right now. His sharp features, his deep eyes, which seemed to feign a warmth that simply was not there, the low tone of his voice; he knew what he was doing, and had likely used it many times before to manipulate people on his travels. His father wouldn't be proud, but he had to do what he had to do, and manipulating this 'Librarian' was no different." If it's okay with you, I would like to see more of this place. Perhaps there may be something here I can help you with to repay you for your kindness. You have saved my life, after all." He continued to charm, finding the strength returning to stand himself back up on his own." I am very intrigued by you and this 'Library'...and I'm sure you could use the conversation after all this time." He was still obviously suspicious of the fruit, and, worried about him, Lyra was tempted to take a bite just to show him that it was not poisonous. After all, if she was interested in killing him, why go through all this trouble of letting him into the library and helping him to this very spot? She could have very well left him outside if her goal had been to orchestrate his death. Time was of the essence. If they did not see to his injuries, they could easily become infected, and while Lyra could probably deal with that, if it spread through his bloodstream, things wouldn't be so simple anymore. Even with the Library and its books as a resource, there was a difference between written word and actual practice. She was not a healer or a medicine woman. And what if the ingredients required for a potion or powder needed to assist his body in fighting off whatever ailed it was not readily available on this island? Granted, this stranger seemed more interest in learning about her and her home than his own health. Was his ability to fire question after question a testament to his actual state of well-being? Perhaps she was fretting too much? Lyra eyed the gashes in his torso, blood still oozing out of some of them. No. I think I am exhibiting the adequate amount of concern. His next question had her bringing her focus back to his face, a slight curve to her full lips. "I am responsible for the books and the Library itself. As for the creatures...they mostly take care of themselves. On occasion, if one is sick or injured, I'll try to help, but generally, they lead their own lives adjacent to mine." Besides, most of them were not used to contact with the races or Librarians. Perhaps, at one time, back when the Library's doors were open and there were multiple Librarians, they were more sociable, but that had been centuries ago. The creatures that currently resided in this place had not been around then; they were descendants of the animals that had roamed this place then. His remark about being around animals not being equivalent to having someone to speak with wasn't untrue, but Lyra pointedly ignored it. What else was she supposed to do? The Library had its reasons for closing its doors to the outside world, and the other beings that tended to be their regulars had no interest in speaking with her unless they needed help with locating a specific text or scroll. This human man was the first of the races the Librarian allowed in since, well, her, and he had no way of knowing that she actually did havesomeoneto converse with. It just didn't want her telling him about It. She watched as hefinallyput the fruit to his mouth. Hopefully, now, he would get some relief from the pain he felt, and they could begin the process of taking care of those wounds of his." The closest translation to the actual name of that fruit would be 'Numb Drop',"she informed him before glancing over her shoulder at the towering trunk and branches behind them." They only grow on that tree, and they're a great way to help the body heal." It took him a couple of moments longer to finish the fruit, and for the first time since they had met, it actually seemed like he might be beginning to trust her. She returned his half-smile with a full one of her own, the mirth from it reaching her eyes." You're welcome. And my name is Lyra." She paused a moment, preparing to go into a lecture about the fruit and its effects and intending to do her best with explaining it like the Library had when she had first sampled the pleasant-tasting nectar. Often times, when people's pain went away so quickly, they had a tendency to forget that they were still, very much injured. And that was exactly what this man did, almost immediately propelling himself up and into a standing position despite the state of him. Lyra's expression dropped." Ah. Wait!"she shouted, rushing to get to her own feet." You have to be careful. You're still hurt, and that fruit only numbs the pain and speeds up the healing process. It doesn't just magically remove your wounds!" "Lyra." He repeated her name back to her with a nod of his head, committing it to memory. Knowing it would be invaluable to what he was trying to pull off here." My name is Locke, it's my pleasure to have met you when I did. I'm not so sure if I'd be alive if I hadn't." Lucky was more the word than anything else, but he knew more than most that sometimes, all you really needed in life was a little bit of luck, and he wasn't going to risk karma biting him in the rear by bragging about it so outwardly. There seemed to be certain questions, or topics that he touched on, that she didn't seem willing to discuss just yet. Perhaps she still needed more time to trust this stranger before she felt comfortable being completely open? He was still trying to get a feel for Lyra, and her personality, but he could already tell she was rather naïve, and that being trapped here as this place's 'librarian' had led her to a sheltered life, alone, with only books and animals to keep her company. His lack of true understanding on what this place really was should have, at least, made it easier for her to trust him that he wasn't lying about not really knowing much about Ilearstadel, or anything else to do with this peculiar structure and it's equally-strange inhabitants. Her brushing off the questions didn't mean he was going to drop them, or stop attempting to get more information out of her, it just meant he might need to let up a little bit and try to get to know her a little more first. That sounded like a lot of effort to spend on someone he was just using, and planned on leaving behind, but if it got him what he came here for, he saw no reason not to continue, especially since she was very likely the only person here capable of saving his life if his injuries were more fatal than they seemed. Couldn't blame him for trying, though. The 'Numb Drop', as she put it, seemed to be having an incredible, immediate effect, causing him to question the warning that she was giving him. His body felt great; sure, it felt like he could feel nothing, but nothing was a lot better than searing pain. What was there to complain about?" Don't worry, I feel fine." He told her, granting her his most charming smile, which quickly started to waver and fade. Though his body did indeed feel numb, his head was starting to feel feint. Next, the room was spinning, and suddenly, he was falling backwards again, as he had before. He didn't know if it was the pain his body was actually going through, or maybe the blood loss, but something clearly wasn't right inside of him." Okay, that's not good..." He vocalized, feeling his vision blurring again. It was like the very light itself that he was looking at was bouncing back and forth, straight rays bending, zigzagging like they were made from furled string. Even her face, although pleasant to his eyes, was causing him difficulty when he tried to focus, like narrowing his vision was causing daggers to pierce into his temples. Was his pain more than the fruit could numb? Or was it something else, entirely?" I don't think the fruit worked, Lyra..." "Don't worry, I feel fine." Lyra was pretty positive she had thought the exact same thing the first time she sampled the fruit. The Library had tried to warn her; although, It had been a bit faster in Its warning than she had been with issuing Locke one, but even still, he wasn't heeding it. She supposed she couldn't entirely blame him. It was his first time experiencing anything like it, if she had to guess. As far as she knew, Numb Drops did not grow anywhere else in the world except from this tree. "Of course you do, but that doesn't mean you should be reckless." Her lips were drawn down into a deep frown, concern pulling at her brow as she stepped closer to him and reached out her arms just in case. Thanks to the Heavens she had because she seemed to realize he stumbled before he did, and in the next moment, he nearly collapsed back to the ground. She grabbed him and steadied him before he could, though, having to practically hold the man to keep them both from falling. Letting out a sigh, she gazed at his face; his charming smile had been wiped from it completely, and he looked a little pale." I tried to tell you..." Locke's expression changed rapidly, then. He was looking right at her, and yet from the way he was narrowing his blue eyes repeatedly, it was almost as if he was trying to concentrate on her. It was odd being on the receiving end of such a look, but she pushed back the uncomfortable feeling that came with being stared at so intently and instead tried to figure out what was wrong. Was he having a bad reaction to the fruit? Such a thing wasn't impossible, but imagine his luck if that were the case..." What's wrong?"she asked, frantically searching his face for any other signs that might clue her in." Is your vision okay? Do you feel lightheaded or dizzy?" She lifted one of her hands, removing it from his arm, to gently place her knuckles against his forehead. Then, she moved the back of the same hand to her own forehead, comparing the temperature. He felt a little bit warm to her, but this was hardly an accurate way of assessing for fever unless he was really burning up. "Why don't we sit down again? I'm worried you'll faint for real this time," Lyra suggested softly, her palm finding his arm once more. "And try not to worry too much. I promise I'll fix you up." There was a sense of worry from Lyra, and it was pretty obvious why. Locke had damn neared collapsed in on himself just trying to stand on his own, and whatever injuries he had sustained were clearly much more serious than either of them had imagined. While Locke had originally been planning on trying to con the Librarian into giving him what he came here for, it was beginning to dawn on him that he would need her help in a much more serious way. Given the gravity of such a grave situation, he knew the eventual betrayal would be a difficult one to follow through on, but he had no choice, and she shouldn't have been so trusting of a stranger. He was teaching her a life lesson from beyond the confines of the Library. Yeah, that's what he was doing, or at least that's what his justification would be if a heavy conscience came knocking once he was off of the island." It's...blurry." He told her, truthfully, as she asked of his vision."...both?" Locke responded to the second, answering each question after a moment of deliberate pause in between speaking. Even his throat was starting to feel dry, words were difficult to muster and almost equally hard to think of. Something at the back of his head was hardening this back to an event he had witnessed before when a member of his mercenary group had been poisoned, and they were only barely able to bring him back from the brink of death. Wait, did Lyra poison him with the fruit? No, that was quite the leap to make. Instead, Locke was pretty certain if anyone, or anything, had been toxic, it was probably the gashes made on his body from his fighting against the island's protectors."...poison." He blurted out, once, then again, a second time, before coughing." Poison!" He couldn't articulate much more than that, but it was enough to get the idea across to the only person who could possibly aid him now. She had told him not to worry, but after coming to this realization, that was absolutely so far out of the question that he may as well be back on shore again.

The Library of Ilearstadel (AndrewS x romancerper)|rating:4.0

Fantasy Relax OOC

This will be where you all will devise plans and plot to overthrow and evils that come your way. Make alliances, or plan your orgies here ;)Please however prior to making any IOC post, please post your characters here as a short of reference thread also :) thanks! (the Linkage:Appears in early twenties. Race:Fairy Sexuality:She loves everything and everyone. (Unisexual)Class/Profession:Fairy - Has a high magical abilities Personality:She's probably one of the cheeriest and positive people anyone would ever meet. She always has a smile on her face and a compassion for everyone and everything. She's a true optimist who believes that there is always a positive side to anything bad that may be happening. Furthermore, she's very social, easygoing, but can sometimes appear fairly shy. Furthermore, she hasn't been around other humans very often and was around the fairy word with other women, so men still make her a bit nervous. Still, she comes off as a little flirtatious and sweet. History/Bio:Cassie was born a human, but when she was a baby she was orphaned. The fairy grandmothers decided to take her in and bestow their magic upon her and raise her in the land of the fairies. Within time, she grew her own pair of wings and became a fairy to help many people after the span of hundreds of years. She's eternal, as long as someone doesn't take her wings away from her or perform some sort of dark magical curse on her. She usually likes to take the form of humans, because she thinks they're among the most beautiful. Furthermore, she still appears fairly short and petite in her human form. Over the span of her life, she has helped people when they were in need of magic. She's worked beside Peter Pan, Cinderella, and even some others that never even knew that she was there watching over them and making the sure that humanity stayed happy. She's not the most powerful of the fairies, but she's somewhere in the middle. Furthermore, she holds a bit of a preference toward humans, because she knows that she once was one. Recently she's become more fascinated with hanging out with other humanoids and has been neglecting her fairy duties. Because of this, she has been using her magic to help humans that aren't even asking for it. The elder fairies are becoming a bit upset with her, because there are people calling for their fairy grandmother and no one is answering. Cassie is more interested in learning of her past and wondering what it is like to live among the humans. So, when she received the letter she easily abandoned her fairy duties and went to the land to relax with other people similar to her. She hopes to run into many eccentric humans she can learn more from. Extra Notes:She can only fly when she's in her small fairy form. Gear:She usually wears her pink dress that comes down to her thighs. She has a magical wand and fairy dust, but she doesn't have to use them to perform magic. Only if she's doing something extremely powerful with her magic. Fears:Dark Magic Casual On's:Discovering new things, exploring nature, teasing, flirtation. Casual Offs:Taking her magical powers away, tearing off her wings. Sexual On's:Same as Writer (I really want to focus on corrupting her from innocent ways to sexually darker ways. Going to be sexually submissive. Sexual Offs:Scat, killing my character, and tentacle monsters. (Maybe.) Waterspouts (Maybe.) (Personage: 22Race: Human Sexuality: Straight Class/Profession: Swashbuckler (Swordsman focused on agility and speed)Personality: Error is constantly looking for fun and pleasure, it's hard for him to take things seriously even when faced with mortal danger. He believes that life is short and meant to be enjoyed. History/Bio: Error had an affinity to swords from a very young age. The first sword he called his own however he stole before running away from his house in search for something more exciting. Upon being able to interact with people of other races he realized that his humanity was both a blessing and a curse, he felt that he had more energy than that of someone that would live for ages, but he also had very little time in comparison to them. This realization of the short time he would have on the world didn't make him cautious, as can be seen by the several scars on his chest, but instead instilled a determination to get the most out of life. Gear: Swords of various materials, Tools, Expensive clothes, Armor, Potions Fears: Having to stop experiencing life, lack of options Casual On's: Showing his skills, music, a good fight, saving someone's life, flirting Casual Offs: Being limited, silence, being bored, being ignored Sexual On's: Being in charge, Being watched, Group sex Sexual Offs: Bathroom play, permanent injuries Luna Blade reaper(a.k.a. Luna the Cur)Age:29Race:Jungle Orc Gender:FutanariSexuality:Female-types, including effeminate males. Photo:Luna Blade reaper(Pirate Personality:Most of the time she comes off as being aloof and uncivilized now and then. Luna doesn't often engage in any social interaction unless someone takes the initiative to approach her. How she responds depends upon her mood swings. Whenever the people she cares about are put under life's threat, Luna will focus her mind and become a professional deadly weapon even though she may appear to look cold and uncaring. During her good mood, she'll become not just drunk on alcohol, but also on a natural high and will often try to engage in sexual activities with whom she has the hots for at that given moment in time. History/Bio:In her early childhood, Luna grew up in a small port village where all the cut-throats made their base. Being orphaned, she had to become tougher than the pushers and the bullies along with learning how to steal, kills, kidnap, and cheat her way through life. Luna became a well-talented rogue, thief, and an assassin. She became a blade for hire until one day, one deal took a sour turn and things turned out for the worst. While trying to recover her assets, the young orc came across a pirate captain who appreciated what she could offer. So she took her under her wings and for many years traveled the seas and visiting all sorts of places Luna never knew even existed. As she grew up becoming a pirate herself, Luna would learn various combat skills learned from far different reaches of the world. At some point, Luna and the ship she served battled against an enemy pirate fleet. Her side was victorious but not unscathed. Her pirate captain lost her life in the fight and the ship became badly damaged. All the crew member had to jump ship and fend for themselves. Luna would later get revenge by taking out the leader of the pirate group and taking control of its faction along with their most menacing flagship. Luna would then spread her reputation and would reforge her own pirate group into something that fitted her own personality. "Luna the Cur" was how she earned her name in the seas. Extra Notes:Gear:A pair of scimitars and combat daggers, several hidden throwing shivs, and a pouch. As for what she had been wearing at the time, aside from what you see on the photo, she had on a pair of boots, hair bandana, and a rough leather hide vest which covered her breasts. She's also covered in hundreds of battle tattoos as in the tradition of all orc warriors. Fears:Dishonorable deaths and defeats that are meaningless and humiliating. Becoming disgraced as an orc warrior. Giving in to bloodlust and berserk against her will. Casual On's:Drinking, bar fights, learning new combat skills, and eating exotic foods. Fighting opponents and enemies of having similar skills or greater. Casual Offs:Those mocking and making fun of her accent. Manly male-types trying to hit on her. Blind discrimination against her own kind. Getting mistaken for other green-skinned races. Being challenged by pathetically weak opponents and enemies. Sexual On's:Receiving fellatio and cunnilingus from anyone or anything. Giving said fellatio and cunnilingus but only to females, luminaries, she males, and effeminate males. Muscle and obese partners. Reach-around. Very light rough-play. Sexual Offs:Manly male partners. Whatever belongs in the toilet. All forms of anal play beyond anal sex (anal sex will only be limited to she males and effeminate males). Snowballing.(Still have questions? Refer to my On'n Offs) (them all on! (Unisexual)Class/Profession:Chameleon Personality:Vo is a joker and a playful type of person. He is an adventurous sort that likes trying new things. History/Bio:Vo is an explorer of the world. He infiltrates towns and lives among various people for a time. Until one day he is discovered and forced to move on. It always seems to happen, one day he is discovered and must move on. But he likes to find new things and explore though. Always on the move. Extra Notes:Technically Vo has no gender and can be either gender when he changes forms. He considers himself male by default. Gear:Traveling clothes, Dagger, sack of coins. Fears:Other Doppelgangers or being bored. Casual On's:Discovering new things, Cooking, Humor. Casual Offs:Being paralyzed or frozen, Boredom. Sexual On's:Anal, oral, Trying new things. Anything on players O/O. Sexual Offs:Scat, killing, and hard more. (Curious Class/Profession:Druid - nature/animal magic user with religious overtones Personality:Dove is someone who looks at the world for it's beauty even at the ugliest of times. She will find joy in the smallest things from a flower to a butterfly. She is young at heart, joyful and carefree. Furthermore, she lives her life to enjoy it, she cares nothing for money nor status she simply wants to be happy and pursues it with near reckless abandon. History/Bio:Dove grew up in the forests an untouched part of the world. She could have lived there quiet happily the rest of her life if she didn't have this itch under her skin. An itch to explore, to learn. To see that world and all the wonders in it held for her. Dove left her tree when she was sixteen and since then has not stood still for a moment. Jumping from one group of adventures to the next she has traveled far and wide seeing both the tallest darkest mountains and the deepest vastest oceans that seemed to go on forever and a day. All this and still she craved to see more. But even with that craving she was tired, weary not of the travel but of the surrounding despair. So many sad or unhappy, so many upset by their places in life. She tried to help to teach contentment and pleasure in the little things in life, but they looked on her as if she was touched in the head, and she soon found herself leaving looking for a place that made sense to her. Extra Notes:Dove is a very tactile person having next to no boundaries when it comes to personal space nor affection. Gear:Leather clothing, a bow, quiver, small pack, days worth of food, small dagger, and small survival kit. Fears:Death of her tree Casual On's:Holding hands, hugging, humor, smiles, dancing, singing, gardening, cooking. Casual Offs:Cruelty, vulgarity, rudeness. Sexual On's:Kissing, innuendo, touching, massage, muscular men, biting, light aggression. Sexual Offs:Being bound, and the norms (More, Gore, water sports and ferries) Name:Name (pronouncedneev)Age:20Race:Human-Nymph (water)Sexuality:Straight Photo: (Healer. Personality: Name is a graceful, friendly, and happy young woman. She loves helping those in need when she can, and has enjoyed exploring both the human and water world. The human world has many lovely men in it. History/Bio: Name’s father was a human, a man who worked the rivers with care and respect. Her mother loved him for his kind nature, even though they couldn’t be together permanently. Name was kept and raised by her mother, but was allowed time with her father to learn the ways of man. Gear: Clothing, blanket, water pouch, dagger, healing kit. Fears: Being trapped in a desert. Death of her parents. Casual On's: Music, swimming, baked goods, winter snows, thunderstorms. Casual Offs: Bullies, unnecessary cruelty, people with no sense of humor. Sexual On's: Sex outdoors/in water, strong dominant men, rough sex. Giving oral sex. Sexual Offs: More, scat, bathroom stuff. Anything involving pregnancy. Receiving oral sex. So where do we start? Name: IshnalaAge: 22Race: Half-Asexuality: Bisexual Photo:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide (Cleric/Healer Focused Personality: Bright, cheerful happy. Shall's clerical vows raised her to believe that life, in all its aspects, was something to celebrate and enjoy. The entire idea of a cloistered lifestyle spending one's time gazing at one's navel in awe of the divine strikes her as limiting and silly. If one wants to enjoy life, one must enjoy life in all its fullest: explore, consume, mingle, and yes even spend time in the most life affirming act of them all. She's not hedonist however, as overdoing things is almost as harmful as not doing things: eat too much pie, and you get fat, spend too much time traveling, and you lose sight of hearth and home. There is a core set of those closest and dearest to her, and she will always enjoy returning to those after sampling life's variety of choices; she will carry the musical peal of her sister's laughter and the sight of moon rise over the cliffs near her hometown. As such, she spends most of her time in her studies and meditation to learn how to heal those around her, so that she may always have something pleasant to return to. History/Bio: Shall was the 3rd of 4 daughters in her middle class family, one of the many lines of magic touched beings who have fled their native caves to live with humans as kobolds chased them out of their original homes. Her family has lived in a human town for three generations and have largely assimilated into human culture, to the point where some members of her large, extended family are taking human spouses. She was too low in familial status to hope to inherit anything, and too stricken with her blood's wanderlust to be expected to settle down for a political marriage of little import. Instead, she was encouraged to join the local church, followers of the Goddess Planta. Planta, the Goddess of life, instructed her followers to set out and find all the life they can. This appealed to Shall, and she rose high in the church hierarchy to the one of the lead priestess of her church. Despite her young age she has seen and experienced far more than she could have ever hoped to have accomplished outside the guidance and support of her church. She has never taken to the indulgence of a high class life. When she visits a new place, she prefers to live and see things through the eyes of the common people about her. There is often more joy and beauty to be found in a walk through the woods, or enjoying the music and dancing of a town festival than a visit through a gallery that attempts to capture that moment. She supports herself through her healing skills and her tales of faraway places and people. Extra Notes: Shall is quick to form bonds and find the best in the people about her. These bonds are rarely deep however, as she realizes in most cases they are temporary relationships. She may often find herself in the farmer's daughter's bed, or even with the farmer himself, but she will always return to her own true home. Gear: this is all the items you are traveling with, it can honestly be anything because you'll be without everything soon enough. Travelling clothes, holy symbol of a sunburst stylized into a silver spiral about a golden central, healing kits, restorative potions and elixirs of various sorts, well-worn staff for protection and her well-used travelling journal to record her experiences. Fears: Being struck invalid and losing her senses. Imprisonment, loss of freedom, loss of family and those closest to her. Casual On's: Travel, adventure, a warm fire at night pressed up against a new friend and telling stories. Casual Offs: Stoicism, hedonism, disrespect for the people around you and their culture. Sexual On's: group sex, kissing, discrete 'quickies' during a stolen moment of time, staying true to one's nature and using her to please it. Sexual Offs: Bathroom play, harmful or selfish sex, indecisiveness. (Elude ShadowsongAge: 21Race: Night elf Sexuality: Bisexual Class/Profession: Huntress Personality: Elude is a very sweet and kind woman. She is patient, flirtatious, and funny. However, if need be, she is also very tactical in battle and isn't afraid to shoot first and ask questions later. History/Bio: As a child of the stars, Elude is accustomed to living and being one with nature. She has always enjoyed the company of others and often collected pets on her travels as a huntress. As a night elf she is able to blend into her surroundings during night fall which aids in her elusiveness as a huntress. Extra Notes: Elude loves to have a good time and is very comfortable being nude in the company of both sexes. She'd prefer being nude over any amount of clothing any day. Gear: Bow, quiver, dagger, broad sword, cloak, poisons, potions Fears: Death of her people or the forest Casual On's: Kindness, Manners, Gentlemen, Flirting, Warm smile, Humor Casual Offs: Rudeness, Arrogance Sexual On's: For men: Muscular figure, large sex, shaved. For women: Large breasts, Small breasts, hour glass figure, shaved. Sexual Offs: Abuse, bondage, rape Name: Selene Vicarage: Ageless (appears late 20s)Race: Dark Elf Sexuality: Pan-sexual with lean towards male, switch depending on mood. Photo: (Witch - dark magic with hexes, curses, buffs, and leech spells. Minimal ability to cast illusions, conjure spiders. Personality: Selene is not a very 'kind' adventurer. Being a dark even royal, she tends to exhibit the primary attributes of her race, though these are magnified due to her envious nature. When around other races, she tends to be racist and often tries to make other's race seem lower class than her own. Selene's primary motivation is to make a name for herself, whether it be for good or ill...she could not care less about the poor or downcast. Personality trains she tends to exhibit are: cold, calculating, slightly racist, overly proud, seductress when it suits her, indifference to the plight of others (aside from other elves), ambition. In the bedroom (or out of it) Selene tends to take charge, often seducing others so long as she deems the challenge worthwhile. History/Bio: The second born twin of a pair of daughters to the dark even queen, Selene was minutes away from becoming one of the most feared and powerful women in all the realms. Instead, she was mostly cast aside by her parents and left to do as she wished in her young adulthood. Of course, she was still well cared for as a child, and she never wanted for any material possessions. This childhood of being isolated from her family yet having whatever else she wanted eventually drove Selene toward learning to become a spell caster. In dark even society, the dark magics were considered most respected and feared. Over the next few decades, Selene has been honing her skills with dark magics. Given that she did not have to work for money, she had plenty of time to become quite skilled at it, eventually overtaking the grand warlock of the order in skin and power. As her powers grew, Selene took to the life of an adventurer. Unlike most however, the dark elf was not all that interested in helping others for the sake of being nice. Ever envious of not being the queen, Selene sought to make a name for herself as well as gain glory. Despite her motivations, she was very good at her hobby and eventually became known...and feared...throughout the lands. Extra Notes: Similarly to all dark elves, Selene dislikes the sun (though it does not hurt her) and prefers to be indoors. Additionally, she tends to be quite carefree about her own body, but will be insulted if touched by a lesser. Similar to many elves she has a few natural abilities including dark vision, rapid healing (including hymen regeneration over time - thoughts?), and resistance to mind control. Gear: Two-handed ruby crystal staff, tall leggings, thong, vest, and long gloves. Fears: Being forgotten in history, being powerless, loss of honor Casual On's: Strong bodies, dominance, respecting her abilities and body, teasing and innuendo, casual nudity Casual Offs: Softness, fat bodies, 'innocent' people, overly flirtatious teasing, taking advantage of submissive. Sexual On's: Dominance, Being 'taken' and humiliation (though she would NEVER admit these - player LOVES monster rape if that is a thing.), sexual fighting, groups Sexual Offs: Not much, others who take too long to orgasm, mind control. Here is the link to the IC use the code bellow to start each post :)Code: [Select][float left][IMG height=350 padding=5](INSERT PHOTO LINK HERE)[/IMG][/float left][b]Character:[/b][b]Location:[/b] [b]Tagging:[/b] [hr] How exciting! I'll get something up tomorrow! Hey, all. Um...the GM accepted my character via PM and told me to go ahead and post. So here is my character, a dwarf trap (think like the Lineage II dwarf female)(to change the picture a little)Name: Riga (born Hugo) KuldramAge: 53 (ten years of which was spent in the weird pocket dimension)Race: Dwarf Sexuality: Bi-curious, having only really experienced girls. Class/Profession: Harmonizer – Transforms into monsters with elemental attributes. (for those familiar with D&D, something like a Binder, but a bit different)Personality: Riga tends to be very quiet. Timid and unassuming. He's been this way ever since he was a small child and his older relatives would always tease and make fun of him. But a lot of it is in act. He has a lot of anger inside of him, and he's actually rather studious and intellectual and uses his show of being timid bordering on scared to trick his opponents. Also, given what she does and what she underwent to learn it, she's a lot braver than one might think just looking at her. History/Bio:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hideout was the youngest child of a dwarves noble. He was small and sickly and no one expected him to survive, but he did. As he grew, it became apparent he wasn't like his brothers. He wasn't interested in smiting or killing goblins, so they made fun of him. Also, as a side effect of his early illness, he couldn't grow a beard or any facial hair. And almost no body hair other than his head. He was always put down by father and brothers and his father never allowed him to leave because he was so ashamed. Riga spent all his time with his face in a book, reading stories and history. As part of their teasing, his older brothers gave him a bunch of girl's clothes. Figuring no one in the city had seen him in a few years, he decided to disguise himself as a girl to leave their manse. He found he rather liked the feel of dressing like a girl. When his father found out, he was beaten pretty severely. After that, Riga did as he was told for a while, all while planning his escape. He eventually managed to get out of the house and the city, wearing a maid's uniform, and then dressing like a serving girl as part of a merchant caravan. But his father's men were on his trail, so he sneaked away from the caravan and tried to make his own way. He had studied a lot of maps and such while planning his escape, but he got lost in the tunnels. He wandered into an area where the dwarves told their children not to go, a very dangerous area where many believed some of the tunnels led into some otherworldly, nightmarish place. Furthermore, he got lost and was worried he would starve or die of thirst when he was contacted in his dreams by someone who was going to help guide him out of that place. Instead, he was led further on when things started to get stranger. He ended up in a deplane hidden among the depths. A giant, phosphorescent mushroom forest. Which he soon discovered had many inhabitants. He was saved from some of them by the one who contacted him, a woman who called herself Sand who could turn into monsters and who would eventually teach him to as well. The plane had weird properties and would allow others to enter, but not to escape. There was one way out, and it was guarded by the master of the plane. She only contacted him because she needed help getting to the door and past the master of the place. Time moved slower there and what seemed like months to Riga was a decade outside. Once Riga was able to successfully transform, they enacted their plan and escaped. They parted ways after reaching the nearest surface city and Sand realized that she had been trapped there for over a century. Riga was sorry to see her go, but with the strength he found from his experiences with her, he started making his own way as an adventurer. And after all that time in that other place, he was happy to be back in nice women's clothing once more. Extra Notes: He has learned to transform into three different forms at this point. They are:Spoiler: Click to Show/HideFungore- The first from Riga learned. A short-tempered forest spirit that's stronger than it looks, given its small stature. (A bloodthirsty water spirit.(Baum- A guardian of a long forgotten druid burial mound.(Pack full of adventuring gear (bedroll, rope, grappling hook, crowbar, flint and tinderbox), fine clothing (at least one skirt and blouse), journal and sketchbook, random books on various kinds of monsters, small round shield, short sword, repeating crossbow. Fears: Losing control of the spirits he fuses with and never being able to take his body back. Having to go back to his family. Casual On's: Reading, learning, exploring, trying on new clothes, non-dwarves foods, friendly physical contact, acceptance by others. Casual Offs: Machismo, sexism, superstitious people, those who look down on academia. Sexual On's: Wearing lingerie, trying new things, dressed up women, women in lingerie, non-dwarf women, men who aren't hairy. Aggressive, take charge women (both in and out of the bedroom). Partners who switch. Sexual Offs: Scat, more, non-con, windbreak. Name: Tristan Tali's (Real name Tristan Firewood)Age: 77 (can live to be 400)Race: Half-Elf Sexuality: OFNI-curiousPhoto:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Psychic Warrior Personality: Arrogant, rude, crude, quiet, often self-centered, can be a belligerent drunk. Yet once you get to know him he can be the sweetest guy. He'll sacrifice anything to make sure someone is safe, even if it doesn't benefit him, yet he'll grumble about it forever. History/Bio: At 23 years of age Tristan was set to wed a full-blooded elf, a woman of immense beauty that he even wondered how he came upon this chance. Tristan was the youngest of 3, bastard born of an even king who fell in love with a common tavern wench. Some said it was old age, but others claimed blasphemy and ignorance set the kings mind to stray. Tristan fell as the soul heir to the throne, after his elder sister, a priestess of the goddess of the moon declined the chance to seat the throne. Tristan brother would have fell next in line if he were still alive. The prince's older brother died leading the blockade against the northern waste known as the demon lands. The Firewood Kingdom was the last hope the held the demon lands at bay from spilling into the world of civilization. Years of battles and wars proved to be in the favor of the elves. The young prince took to his wife like water, and they were inseparable, for years they were found at each other's side, and for many years she would see him off to his battles. He was raised to be a proud warrior, his skill was unmatched for miles around, and it was often said the soul of his brother lived on through him. His only child came weeks before he was to be announced king. At the age of 35, his years were young, and he would have been a fine king. If it weren't for the night invasion, the night the world ended, the night his world ended. The day prior to his coronation, a grand feast was held in his honor, and the festivities went late into the night. As most were turning in for the night, the walls shook with hatred and fury. The bombardments came from the darkness, the castle was under attack once more. However, this time things were inside. Tristan watched as waiters and slaves became demons attacking common folk all about. It didn't take long for the castle to fall and the flames to take them. That night he lost his wife, he lost his child, he lost everything and everyone. The only reason he lived was because something in him snapped. His eyes became lights as his mind screamed, all else was darkness. When he awoke, it was days later, and the pains of fire burn shot through his torso. Climbing from the ruble he was the only survivor, something he wasn't proud of. Years of drunken nights and selling his sword hand soon drowned out the memories. He wasn't sure if he could ever find love or peace again, then the letter came to him in his dreams. Extra Notes: One who turns the mind’s potential to the warrior’s art is known as a psychic warrior. Where prions devote themselves wholly to the development of mind-engendered abilities, psychic warriors give emphasis to the development of the body. With mental and physical energy working in union, the psychic warrior strives toward martial perfection. The sword, axe, and bow are physical tools that psychic warriors embrace along with their psionic abilities. Well-trained in both physical and psionic matters, the psychic warrior is a formidable adversary. Gear:Fears: Fire, Being alone, seeing his child still alive. Casual On's: Reading, exotic women, animals, mediating. Casual Offs: mouthy women, stupidity Sexual On's: exotic women, rough women who can take charge at times, women with a little hair down there, foot play, (my ONS)Sexual Offs: Rape, gore, (my offs) You are the GM. You are not supposed to have a character, silly Chreestafer. I'm here. Seems, though, like there are a lot of women and not so many men. Chreestafer, would you be okay if I re-did my character to be a male of some sort to help even things out? You can do what's ever you wish ;) Foray for more males...and fut as.and traps. Sorry about my new picture being gigantic. Let me see about getting a smaller one. Also, I got my alternate forms worked out. Roger IronfangAge:25Race:Ogre Sexuality:Straight Class:Barbarian/Warlord Photo:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(is brutal and violent, exemplifying the tendencies of his race. But his crudeness does not extend to his intellect: he's intelligent in a prim ally-cunning sort of way, and that trait has made him a dangerous warlord. The towering ogre is arrogant, quick to anger, and harsh; but he also holds to a warrior's code of honor as he sees it. Competition and strife are rewards in themselves, not merely means to more tangible ends, and the huge ogre revels in his own power. History:Roger's past is blood-soaked and littered with corpses. Ogre society is little more than scattered bands of pillagers living in desolate steppes and foothills, and it was into such a situation that Roger was born. An exceptionally strong specimen of his kind, by the time he reached adulthood, he'd killed his way to the top of his clan. But the ogre was as ambitious as he was strong, and with the wits to back it up. He led his clan on a series of raids on human villages and towns, taking slaves and gold. More notably, it earned him a reputation as one who wins victories. With his reputation assured, the young chief was able to gather warriors to him of every variety: mercenaries and cutthroats hoping to get rich; orcs and trolls who hated humans or just liked killing; ogres like himself; and yet more exotic fighters. With an army of some thousands behind him, Roger invaded the lands of the Kingdom of Fair haven, burning and pillaging his way across the countryside until his troops came to the city itself. He demanded its surrender and subservience once, and no more. When refused, his 'soldiers' stormed the walls, killing everyone who stood against them and enslaving the rest. Such is Roger's way: the weak serve, and the strong die good deaths. Of course, the humans and elves of the city did not see things his way. But then, insignificant insects such as they could not be expected to understand strength... Fears:His own weakness, rebellion, loss of honor and prestige. Casual ONS:Charred meat, wolves and war hounds, weaponry. Casual offs:Cheeriness, gentleness, naivety. Sexual ONS:Smaller women (basically everyone), eager submission, using his 'prize', cock worship. Sexual offs:Overly-demure women, small asses, small breasts. Are we using a posting order? Quote from: LimitlessNikkie on 28-08-2014, 03:29:28Are we're using a posting order? Not that I have any official say in the matter, but I'd like to say that I think posting order is not great: Mostly because it slows down everyone if we are waiting for one person whose turn it is. To be realistic, I think it works best if everyone just posts when possible and when it makes sense. Just my two cents worth of thought. Quote from: Series on 28-08-2014, 04:26:01Not that I have any official say in the matter, but I'd like to say that I think posting order is not great: Mostly because it slows down everyone if we are waiting for one person whose turn it is. To be realistic, I think it works best if everyone just posts when possible and when it makes sense. Just my two cents worth of thought. You are right, there is none All I ask is just let everyone post a first intro post before the free for all :) Oh charming GM, is this place in the middle of a big ass desert with no water at/near the place we will be "vacationing"? Enquiring nymphs want to know. :) Quote from: Red Stella on 28-08-2014, 05:13:25Oh charming GM, is this place in the middle of a big ass desert with no water at/near the place we will be "vacationing"? Enquiring nymphs want to know. :)*Wonders to herself now if the men will need to volunteer to water the druid and nymph down.* Hahaha oh you ladies :)Yes Red, there will be vast amounts of water once the location has been revealed to the group. And yes, us men can water ;) "Water". Quote from: 1651Leviathan on 28-08-2014, 05:33:02"Water". I'm happy I'm not the only one who was thinking that. I appreciate the willingness of the males in the party to provide moisture to the women. Such chivalry. One more arrival right? Yes I do believe, she messaged me that she had some issues and can't post till tomorrow, so well all have to wait just a little Wanted to double-check. Thanks! Quote from: LimitlessNikkie on 29-08-2014, 03:19:51Wanted to double-check. Thanks!:) Its ok Great posts everyone by the way! Just wanted to let everyone know that I'm going to be gone over the weekend, but I'll put up a post after I get back. :) Hello everyone! Sorry for the delay, I'll be posting now. A silly thing called life got in the way of my time on E, but I've wrestled it back into submission. Quote from: Failure on 29-08-2014, 18:14:31uHello everyone! Sorry for the delay, I'll be posting now. A silly thing called life got in the way of my time on E, but I've wrestled it back into submission. Hello love! :) can't wait So finally, the free-for-all posting can commence :3 ..... We didn't leave out one person, did we? Quote from: Chreestafer on 29-08-2014, 18:17:53Ello love! :) can't Waterloo' Love! I hope it's okay :/I had to log off quick because I had visitors. Chreestafer said there was only one person missing, and she just posted, so I'm quite sure everyone is in Yes free for all is up and running, please use common sense and avoid one-liners or getting ahead of the game. I have a recommendation for all players. Embed the URL link to the post of your character's sheet to your character's name used in every title of your IC posts. I'll have a post up tonight guys, first I'll do one for my character then lead off into a game moving post. Foot! I was slightly worried it was going to be over already, because I really like the concept for this RP and didn't want it to end yet. Quote from: Biles on 30-08-2014, 04:51:56I have a recommendation for all players. Embed the URL link to the post of your character's sheet to your character's name used in every title of your IC posts. Sorry if this is a stupid question, but I'm still fairly new. How does one link to their character sheet info in other posts? Specifically, the character name? >.> Quote from: Failure on 03-09-2014, 00:36:15Sorry if this is a stupid question, but I'm still fairly new. How does one link to their character sheet info in other posts? Specifically, the character name? Sgt;.Sgt;Easy, go to one of my IC posts, when you hover your mouse over my character's name colored in green, you'll notice that it acts as an URL link. If you want to know how I did it, simply hit the "quote" link found in the upper right of the post, and you'll be presented with the BBC codes. Here is the actual code:)Code: [Select][b]Lt;a ref='(First go to where your character sheet is in the IOC then insert webpage address, for example: "Sgt;(Insert character name)Lt;/AGT;[/b] Quote from: Chreestafer on 03-09-2014, 02:00:07here is the actual code:)Code: [Select][b]Lt;a ref='(First go to where your character sheet is in the IOC then insert webpage address, for example: "Sgt;(Insert character name)Lt;/AGT;[/b]Thank you both very much! Yay!! I did it!! Thanks guys! As I said before this is a free form RP, not a role based game. I have set you guys up with a bit of a challenge to fighting these creatures. This is my subtle way of gauging your writing skills. I don't want one hit kills, yes you are strong, yes you have magic, yes you are skilled, but I want to see you work together to overcome these creatures. Not just destroy them in two posts. Otherwise enjoy :) I freaking hate free-form combat. I joined up for a vacation game. Is this going to be a regular thing? Quote from: Seth on 05-09-2014, 07:32:38I freaking hate free-form combat. I joined up for a vacation game. Is this going to be a regular thing? No... Didn't you see our GM's post? Quote from: Chreestafer on 04-09-2014, 04:34:33as I said before this is a free form RP, not a role based game. I have set you guys up with a bit of a challenge to fighting these creatures. This is my subtle way of gauging your writing skills. I don't want one hit kills, yes you are strong, yes you have magic, yes you are skilled, but I want to see you work together to overcome these creatures. Not just destroy them in two posts. Otherwise enjoy :)Here's his post from the previous page. But I think somewhere in introduction of the RP it also stated that something was going to happen to these characters, which was why they needed some sort of skill. Quote from: Seth on 05-09-2014, 07:32:38I freaking hate free-form combat. I joined up for a vacation game. Is this going to be a regular thing? In the interest thread I stated that there was a background plot to this story line. I said this was not going to be a soul "hey we're a group of warriors here, and we're only here to fuck" you guys don't know you're here for "orgies" or "nudism" you're all grand warriors who seemed to have been invited to some grand vacation. This battle is for me to gauge your writing skills in such situations. As stated before it's not just all sex. There is a storyline to this game, you will have incidents where you will have to fight, think, work together to uncover the underlying plot. Evil is muck, yet at this point in time you have no clue what a going on or why you're here. What you do know is that you showed up via the invitation and while waiting these things appeared. Unique creatures you've never seen before or maybe only heard of. Hey guys unfortunately at this time I'm finding I'm falling more and more behind in this game. It's much faster paced then I anticipated, and I simply don't have the tie to keep up with it so with that I'm going to withdraw from this game. /me peeks in. Wondering about the status of this group RP. :)Also sorry to see Nikki step out. :(Hi Rel! I'm in the same boat as you. -[And I'm very sad to see Nikki ego :'(I am sad also, the games still on, just had a bad weekend hope to have some post up tonight though :) Ah good, at least the RP is still going on. Can't wait to see what happens next. >:3 Quote from: Biles on 08-09-2014, 23:46:29Ah good, at least the RP is still going on. Can't wait to see what happens next. Sgt;:3Whatever it is I'm sure it'll be awesome! ’D before I post ID like for 1651Leviathan to post for his ogre so that I know where everyone stands. I'll shoot him a pm Yeah, I don't know if catching a flying ogre and setting him down is possible. But I went for it anyway. I'm still around. Ok leviathan hasn't gotten back to me, so I'm going to move on without him. Keep your eyes open as one point today we'll be progressing forward. I haven't posted because I was waiting for some kind of reaction from the one I'm trying to fight. Just so you guys know. Don't want anyone waiting around on my account. I'm also wondering if this game is still running? :) I really like it and would hate to see it die down. We are just waiting for the GM post, hope it comes soon Yes sorry, I was waiting for our ogre (leviathan) to post, but he seems to have disappeared, so I'll be continuing tonight I hate to do this - because I absolutely adore writing with a lot of you and I love my character Cassie. But I think I have to withdraw from this game, just because I'm a bit overwhelmed with games right now. Thanks for being awesome everyone! Sorry to hear you go. Good luck then. At least it opens up a couple of races should anyone new decide to join in. BTW, I won't be able to post anything until the rhino-headed golem makes its move. Yeah, I was kind of waiting to see how the thing would react to me trying to pry its hand open to let the water nymph go. Quote from: Biles on 20-09-2014, 22:10:22Sorry to hear you go. Good luck then. At least it opens up a couple of races should anyone new decide to join in. BTW, I won't be able to post anything until the rhino-headed golem makes its move. Yeah Chreestafer, you forgot to post the Rhino headed golem's actions. *pokes this universe with a stick* Ssh, go away. All dead here. Alas, it is true. here is the link

Fantasy Relax OOC|rating:2.0

Long and Bloody Road Strike Team 1 IC

As you file in beside a bunch of other people, prodded not too gently by more experienced members of the Adventurer's Guild, you look around and take stock of your location. It's a large room with bare walls, there sits a heavy oak desk. Behind that desk, a bored looking human dressed in scale mail sits. He glances at each of you in turn and then begins to speak in a flat monotone"Congratulations to all of you for making it through the examination process to become members of the Adventurer's Guild. I am sure you are all very proud of yourselves for surviving the arduous 3-week training course. You are the members of our first three strike teams to be formed this year. Each of you has been assigned to a team, based on an assessment that suggested which of your skills would best synergize together. Most of you won't survive your first year, so forgive me for not feeling the same level of excitement you do. Still, you are a vital part of The Empire, and we appreciate your service to the peace. I'm going to call off your names and hand each of you an envelope. Inside this envelope you will find your team assignment, your team's first mission and your official Adventurer's Guild Badge. You must carry this badge with you at all times, otherwise your activities are considered criminal, and we will send someone to hunt you down and kill you. Horribly, painfully, slowly kill you." One by one you watch as the others in the room are called up to receive their envelopes. When your name is called you approach the man behind the desk and pick up your envelope. Opening it up, you see that your badge is contained in a leather case, and it has minor image of your face permanently etched into the case. You look at your badge and read off the Strike Team Designation: 3022-SER-OMN-13-01. That means that you are on Strike Team 1. Wondering if that means you're better than the others who ended up on Strike Teams 2 or 3, or if it means nothing at all, you join the other members of your new Strike Team. Pius He had a nervous habit of tapping his shield. He still wasn't too used to being armed and clad in armor. His beady bugged eyes watched as his team assembled: a half-elf, a vampire kin, and a mechanical man. An unlikely group he thought to himself. Extending his hand in a greeting Pius introduces himself,"I am Pius, sometimes called mad Pius, or Professor Pius, or even the Mad Professor." Rafael glances about at his newly assigned comrades. Half-visible beneath his low-slung hat, one eyebrow raises." I suppose if we are to be working together, introductions are in order. My name if Rafael Du Umbras, a dabbler in chemistry and magics, and something of an anatomical expert." He looks at the large more-or-less human." In which note, incidentally, may I dissect you if you die during the course of our companionship? I'd be fascinated to see how you worked." Pius"But of course,"answers the mad doctor with a maniacal grin. XK-0 features looked more or less like that of a human's. The only thing that shows him to be different would be the runes on his skin at varying places, that glow as light touches them. He has short black hair and teal eyes, with no more facial hair to be seen. His chest, arms, and legs were covered with green scaled armor, which could be seen past the light white cloak he wore. From his left shoulder to his right hip was a sash, with six pouches along it, and a satchel at the hip. The four bottom pouches look empty, while the top two seem to hold an item of sorts. The satchel likewise looks like it holds some tools of some kind. On his back is a large hammer, one of them earth breakers, and clipped to his belt is a bullseye lantern. Strangest of all would most likely be the closed arose he has in hand, resting on his right shoulder. That, or the fox that's on his left shoulder and looking at whoever he looks at. He looks at the three companions he has, wondering which of them would die before the year was done. Likewise, he wondered if he would survive the year. Looking at the madman (Rafael), he shook his head." No, you may not dissect me, nor Army, in the case that either of us dies." He gestures to the fox on his shoulder." That's Army. And I'm OK dash zero."EDIT:Spoiler Hide Forgot to include this part: "The only thing that shows him to be different would be the runes on his skin at varying places, that glow as light touches them." in his description. Pious"I'm going to call you 'ex Kay' or 'dash zero',"the wall-eye man says. Spoiler Hide XK-0's sheet doesn't have a description. I would generally put it there as the thread that your background is in may disappear in three months. "Either works fine for me, Professor."XK-0 switched the hands of his arose and pet Army. Spoiler Hide Added his description (from my first post). His background is in hidden notes, moved it over to character traits, so anyone can see it. Pious Turning to the Damper,"So what can your chemistry and magic do for us?" "Fairly little directly, I'm afraid. Much of it is tuned to my particular anatomy. But they will considerably boost my own performance in combat, and once I've raised the funds for a little more research, the possibilities are endless. And you, Professor? What is the application of your studies?" He's not a tall man, so it takes him a moment or two before he finds his way to the others in his strike team. Hearing talk of chemistry he looks at the Damper." Have you worked any with gunpowder?" Originally Posted by Jack Rose And you, Professor? What is the application of your studies?" "Oh..."a toothy grin covers the men face,"I let people find their true self... only when the facade of reason is removed does one truly knows himself... however, unfortunately... there are side effects most do not like... heh heh..." Turning to the half-elf, Rafael considers the question." I've dabbled, but I have no proficiency with firearms myself, so I haven't made a focus of it. Of course, it does have useful properties even without a gun, but not the sort to interest the law-abiding, unlicensed citizen I've been before now." Pious"Well everyone is here, so let's get started and find us an adventure..."he smiles and gives a silent chuckle at this. Inside the envelope which contained your Adventurer's Guild Badge, there is yet another envelope. Within this envelope a folded piece of paper reveals your first quest.3 days hike northeast of Om nos, there is a Knoll War chief by the name of Reached who has been stirring trouble and making raids on the nearby mining towns. Bring back his head and as many Knoll Paws as you can. You have carte blanche to loot any Knolls allied with Reached. Reward: 1000 Gold for the Head of Reached, 50 Gold per Knoll Paw, whatever you loot off of Knoll bodies. Pious"Three day hike in the desert... I'll need to purchase a few things before we head out... but that shouldn't take too long." XK-0 scanned the message inscribed into the paper, before gently putting it into one of the smaller compartments of his satchel. He patted his satchel twice and Army quickly climbed down his clothing and entered the satchel, keeping her head outside of it to keep an eye on the surroundings. This is how they usually traveled, allowing them to travel at any speed without having to worry about her falling off. XK-0 turned to the half-elf, who had only spoken once so far,"Might I ask you for a name, sir? It'd be easier than calling you by your race." Looking over at Pious." Yes, stocking up is a good idea." Then turning back to XK-0." You can call me Jace." Spoiler Hide At this point there will be a brief time skip during which you all purchase the supplies you feel you'll need on your trip into the desert. The four of you stand at the norther entrance to Om nos, looking out into the Serial Desert you can see only the dunes of shimmering black sand that Serial is famous for. In ancient times, the Navajo Overlord had cast a spell to punish a rebellion that turned most of Serial's fertile plains to boiling obsidian. Since then, time and wind had worn the sea of black glass down into shards of sand. Included with your mission briefing there is a map showing the rough location of Reached and his tribe. At the foot of the mountains, about two days hike. Pious The heat was oppressive." You must be crazy to want to be out here,"he laughed. The mad professor continued to cast a spell of water creation over himself to keep cool. It only took a few minutes before he was dry again. "We should be alright, as long as we stick to the road,"Rafael says. Clearly uncomfortable in the bright sunlight, he tilts the brim of his hat down further to shade his eyes, the other hand on the bridle of his mule." We can follow it as far as the villages this knoll's been raiding, and evaluate the situation there." Pious"You are the most crazy of us,"he says to the Damper." How are you holding up RAF? I can drench you with some water... it is not holy I promise... heh heh..." Rafael takes a few steps away from the cackling professor." Thank you for the offer, friend, but that won't be necessary." Watches Pious as he draws the light fabric up over his face to help keep sand out and the sun off." That'll be a handy trick to save us from hauling a weeks worth of water with us." XK-0 opened up his arose and put the shaft of it resting on his shoulder, providing cover from the sun for him and his companion. He looked between his companions as they went back and forth." It definitely will be." He thought about what he knew of the creatures they would be up against, remembering how they are different depending on which side of the mountains they were on. Seeing as they were on the west themselves, he expects the same side for the knolls." Interesting that knolls are allowed into our Empire of Man, since they're so... violent. Nonetheless, they resist the desert's heat, at least the ones on this side, so they're likely to be somewhat resistant to fire as well. Anyway, let's go." And with that, XK-0 steps out of the city and begins to travel to the north/northeast, following the road. That is, unless someone tells him to stop. Pious Originally Posted by Nixed Watches Pious as he draws the light fabric up over his face to help keep sand out and the sun off. "That'll be a handy trick to save us from hauling a weeks worth of water with us." "I'm sure that was part of the reason I'm here,"he says and listens to XK-0." Tell me more about these knolls. I've never encountered one before." XK-0 turned to look at Pious as they walked." I don't know much. Just what I told you, really. They're violent and part of the Empire, yet rebel frequently and cause mass panic. They've lived in those mountains since the days before the Empire of Man also, so they're likely to know the area a lot better than us." The first day of travel passes without much trouble. It's hot, but the frost stones that line the roads keep the worst of the heat from troubling you. You are fortunate enough to come across a roadside Inn where you can spend the night. The common room of the inn costs 5 GP per night, and private rooms are available for 20 GP per person. The stables are free to sleep in. The next day at around high noon you hear loud explosion off in the distance. A couple of hours later you reach a dead end in the road. A pool of blisteringly hot sand covers the road in front of you, covering over a hundred feet of roadway. Pious He looks at the expanse of sand. The air blurs from the heat." So what do you think caused this?" XK-0, along the day's path, never ate a single bite nor did he drink any amount of water. When they arrived at the inn, he had originally intended to stay up the entire night, but after seeing that the innkeepers were going to stay awake with him, he said his goodbyes to the innkeeper and his companions as they paid for their own room (or went to sleep in the stables) and left the building. He let his fox down on the ground and sat next to her, against the wall. She quickly balled up and went to sleep, while XK-0 just gazed at the stars and moon(s). As his body was altered, his 'creator' decided that breathing, eating, drinking, and even breathing was harmful for humans, and therefore he didn't need to do any of that. Throughout the night, he kept watch outside and practiced with his earth breaker, or throwing his grappling hook as far as he could, or anything else he could do to spend the night.---{The Following Day}---When XK-0 heard the explosion, he sped up slightly and pushed forward, curious about what had happened. It had sounded something like an obsidian geyser exploding. But it could be any number of things, so he was curious and wanted to get there as fast as possible.---{A Few Hours Later}---XK-0 stood right at the edge of the molten sand. He went to the edge of the road, where the frost stones were located, and looked ahead, trying to see if someone had removed the frost stones." Either an obsidian geyser exploded here and covered the road, that happens sometimes. But... it could be something a lot more serious. Someone could have removed the frost stones. Should we look into it... or just go around it?"ROLLS Spoiler Hide Perception 1: (1d20)[20] (Reaction) Perception 2: (1d20)[17] (Move Action 1) Perception 3: (1d20)[4] (Move Action 2) XK-0 is looking for the frost stones. EDIT: Well, he's rather... perceptive right now. "Well, unless the knolls got unusually aggressive we're still a day or so away from running into their territory, this seems like it is probably more of a natural thing than not, but no reason to risk it." Removing his musket from his back, looking around without yet leaving their section of the path. Pious"Well lets see if there are any frost stones left,"he says crouching at the edge of the sand. He pushes his shield in the sand to see if it hits something solid, if it does, he will sweep the sand away with his shield, hoping to find a frost stone. XK-0The explosion came from far ahead, down the road. However, the haze and heat make it impossible for you to see far enough to spot where the explosion took place. Arriving at the impasse in the road, XK-0 looks around but other than the party he is with, no one else seems present. The ground is too uneven to tell for sure if the frost stones are buried under the scorching black sand or if they were removed entirely. JaceJace looks around to see if there are any tracks or signs of life. As he scans the area he spots a few paw prints, possibly jackals or wild dogs. They're uncommon in the desert though, and they especially wouldn't be prowling around during the middle of the day or anywhere near an obsidian geyser. PiousSticking the shield in the sand to poke around for the Frost Stones suddenly seems like a bad idea as the metal rim of the shield heats up. However, just as you drop the shield due to the heat, you feel it clang against something more solid than the sand. "If someone removed the frost stones, it was presumably to render travel through this area difficult. Could it be that the knolls anticipate the arrival of imperial forces?" Not waiting for an answer from his comrades, Rafael moved to the side of the road, scanning the dunes for any sign of hostile forces. Spoiler Hide Taking ten on perception for a total of 9. If no sign of anything, scanning the desert again, more carefully, taking twenty (about one minute, if nothing interrupts him) for a total of 19. Jace scans the area for a full minute but doesn't see anyone else around. Pious"No I think the stones are still here,"he says fishing back his shield with his dagger. Inch by inch sliding his shield back to the cooler surface." We just have to get rid of layer of sand... or I could cast a spell on some of us that would protect them from the heat." Finishing loading his weapon he points out the tracks to the others, as they seemed to know more about the knolls than he did." You said they were part hyena... do their tracks look similar?" XK-0 goes to look at the tracks." Hell if I know." He looks to the sides, trying to judge how long it would take them to go around the molten sand." But I don't think we'll learn anything by just sitting around here at the end of the road. Not anything we can really affect, anyway. If it was the knolls, we'll learn of it eventually, and they'll pay for it. If it was just a geyser, then there's nobody to blame." Nods, looking around." Well, if we need to travel over the sands, maybe we should stop for a few hours and wait until the sun drops before moving on." Pious Once he has retrieved his shield he says,"I do think that's a good idea, but we also could either move the stones we have here and make a small path around this, or we can try to sweep the side aside with my shield, I can continuously create water to keep the shield and the sweeper cool." Spoiler Hide I'm under the impression that the sand covering the road isn't a huge dune but a think layer. XK-0 turned to Pious as he eyed up the hundred feet they needed to cross. His mind calculated as he spoke. If they had to cross a hundred feet, they'd probably be able to get to the other side in less than a minute." I have an idea, but it might hurt us a bit. We could run across it. Does anyone have any way to heal us after? My idea's to have everyone just run across it. If we're fast enough, I'm sure we could get across without much problem." Spoiler Hide BRUTE FORCE ALL THE WAY! "I'm not eager to lose any more time, but I feel I should point out that if we wait 'til nightfall, the sands should cool off on their own. I suggest that we follow Pious's suggestion, and dig in shifts. If we cannot unearth the stones by the time the sun goes down, then we can proceed anyway." Pious"Alright let's get started,"he says handing his shield to RAF and begins to douse the sand with water. "Alright let's stay towards one edge then. The frost stone should still be working on that sand it might be slightly easier than the middle." Loading his weapon he stands guard until it's his turn to dig. It takes about twenty minutes for all of you to dig out the stones, and another twenty or so for them to cool the surrounding dirt enough that you can move on from this part of the road. Working in shifts allows you to keep cool enough that the hot sand doesn't hurt you, but you can definitely feel weariness setting in. Fortunately, you're close enough to the next town that you can make it by sundown without having to exert yourselves too much. Arriving in town, the guardsmen at the gate direct you to the local Adventurer's Guild branch to check in. Pious He entered the guild house and signs the register." We here for the knoll problem. Know anything about Reached?" The man behind the guild desk looks wearily at Pious." Nope. But if you're knoll hunting there'll be a meeting tomorrow morning here in the guild hall, we'll be diving up territory so you all don't go stepping on each other's toes. Reached's out there but nobody's seen him in weeks. Why don't you go find yourselves a place to stay for the night?" [3:40:03 PM] Lineup: XK-0 works the land when it comes to his turn, batting away the sand again and again. After the frost stone was revealed, he exhaled a sigh of relief as the stone cooled the sweat on his brow." Seems it was just a geyser." Then he went right back to work, swiping away the sand, until someone relieved him. During his spare time, he got Army to do some tricks. Besides that, he laid down on the side of the road while Army 'greeted' the rest of her new companions that she hadn't met yet, getting onto XK-0 and curling up into a ball there once she got bored.---{Later @ Town}---The altered man looked at the guard and then at the town, trying to take in the sights as he headed off and to the guild. Seeing Pious do the talking, he stood to the side and let it happen. Once the man mentioned that the knoll they're hunting hasn't been seen in weeks, he began to wonder how they would find him without 'stepping on each other's toes'. He disregarded it, though, for now, as he had no reason to distrust the guild and all the reason to trust them. He asked the man,"Do you have any suggestions as to where we could stay for the night?" The clerk raised an eyebrow at the sight of XK-0." You could try the Inn on the other end of town, that's where most of the other Strike Teams are staying. If they're full up we have some cots in the back available. They're free but don't include meals." Pious"How many other strike teams are here?"he asks smiling a wild grin. It not being very professional to all crowd the counter at once, he lets Pious and OK conduct their business. Having grown up with a number of older siblings he's had plenty of experience being a support player. "Gotta be five or six at this point. I think we're expecting another two. Most of the strike teams will be gearing up to launch a campaign into the mountains. I might be willing to look up your exact assignment with a little... motivation." The clerk rubbed his fingers together suggestively. Rafael listens to the clerk, nods once, and then takes his leave, telling his companions,"I'll see you at the meeting tomorrow." Back on the street, Rafael strolls about a little while, looking for a likely spot, and enjoying the cool evening air. Before long, though, having located a reasonably busy street, he stands with his back to the wall. He flips the hat off his head and places it on the ground in front of him. Folding his hands behind his back, he begins singing, an old, somewhat ribald song about a battle with ghoulish raiders. Spoiler Hide Taking ten on perform (sing) check for a total of twelve to busk. A few people pass by as Rafael sings his ballad, "The Balls of a Knoll Lie Heavy on us All". Some people laugh, a few join in, and after he's done, Rafael finds a few coppers in his hat. Spoiler Hide Coppers: (1d10)[10] Originally Posted by Elricaltovilla "Gotta be five or six at this point. I think we're expecting another two. Most of the strike teams will be gearing up to launch a campaign into the mountains. I might be willing to look up your exact assignment with a little... motivation." The clerk rubbed his fingers together suggestively. XK-0 looked the man up and down. Greedy son of a... he shook his head. He'd have expected the guild to be friendly with each other and not try to extort each other, but apparently that's too much to ask for. He fished out two gold pieces from the pouch at his belt and set them down on the counter, but his head didn't leave them yet." Color me curious: What do you mean by looking up our exact assignment?" "Where you'll be deployed, what kind of opposition you're likely to face, any nearby Strike Teams, places to resupply, it all depends on how motivated I feel, big boy." XK-0 deposits another two coins on the desk and lets his hand off them." How much motivation does this give you?" Pious He slides a gold coin to the clerk,"The real question is how many others have been... extra motivated?" The coins disappear quickly into the clerk's pocket." Enough motivation to accidentally leave this mission briefing and deployment map on my desk while I go take my bathroom break." The clerk gets up and leaves a conspicuously placed folder markedCLASSIFIEDon his desk. "I'll be back in five or ten minutes, probably. And I wouldn't have any information on who else might be motivating me to help them, that's bad business." The clerk walks outside without further discussion. Pious Pious grabs the folder and opens it. Re positions himself so he can keep an eye out to see if anyone is coming while the others look over the folder. Spoiler Hide Perception: (1d20+7)[9] XK-0 looked at the folder in Pious's hand, checking any paper after his friend does. He wondered what could be marked classified to adventurers, especially adventurers that were about to head into danger which the classified information could help them with. CLASSIFIED Spoiler Hide Deployment of teams: 3011-SER-LIN-022: Eastern Fringe 3019-SER-OMN-001: Western Fringe 3010-SER-VES-034: Eastern Interior 3014-SER-OMN-001: Western Interior .... 3022-SER-OMN-13-01: Mount L'Ocher Mine head Teams should be deployed with orders to take down all Knolls in the area. Live capture to be discouraged. Mine heads are of primary concern. .... Reached suspected to be hiding out within one of the mines. New Strike Teams should be used to probe defenses. .... There is also a map included that shows the location of the various mine heads. It seems that what the clerk told you wasn't entirely true, the information in the file indicates a much more massive coordinated assault than what you were told about. "Now isn't this interesting? Seems the empire is finally tired of the knolls. This means if we want to be the ones to bring back the grand prize, we'll have to be lucky and faster than the rest. Hope you, and the rest of our group, are ready."XK-0 scans over each of the squads, looking for his old companions. Pious Going early seemed the wrong thing to do now, it might tip their hand. The information was not a total loss. They were going into a cave and Pious needed to make sure they were ready for that. Quickly counting the number of teams and checking the map, he put back the folder." Let's find the local store, I'd like to get a good map of the area and some other supplies." "Might not be a bad idea to spend some time at the inn or tavern tonight too. If there are other adventures in town that's where they'd be. Can't hurt to sit around and see if there is any information to be had." XK-0 looked between his two companions, Jace and Pious." Jace, can you go see about trying to find information at the inn, then? While me and Pious go get the supplies for the mission. We'll meet you there after we're done. Anyone have any arguments?" After he finishes his song, Rafael will gather his hat and the coins therein, and head back to the Adventurer's Guild, for one of the free cots. If his companions haven't left by the time he arrives, he'll greet them cordially. Shopping There is one shop open that sells adventuring supplies. As XK-0 and Pious walk in, they notice that the place has been nearly cleaned out. The Shop keep behind the counter groans as he looks at his two customers." What do you two want?"----------------------The Inn The sound of raucous laughter and bawdy songs can be heard from several blocks away. The inn is brightly lit, and it's clear that the place is packed. As Jace approaches the Inn, two angry looking drunks stumble out and begin fighting in the street. Pious"Looks like business is good. I'm hoping that you might have a map of the area, specifically around Mount L'Ocher Mine head." XK-0 entered the establishment and noted instantly that only a few items remained in the shop. A result of the many adventurers staying. And the fact that the shopkeeper groaned, it couldn't have been good. He assumes that means he got way less than he would've liked for everything. Jace slows his pace as he approaches the inn. Sometimes drunks brawl. If it turned out to be nothing more than that, than his involvement wouldn't help matters, and was more likely to get him hurt than anything. He wasn't exactly a scrapper. He however wasn't going to let one kill the other either, so he slows and sees if someone comes along to break it up, or if it gets out of hand. This many visitors in town there has to be some kind of watch in place, Jace takes a quick glance to see if he can spot any. Spoiler Hide Perception: (1d20+7)[11] Shopping"Nah, we're all out of maps. Some blokes came in and bought up every one we had. They flashed some Adventurer's Guild badges and took all of them. L'Ocher Mine head though? I might be able to give you a few pointers. There's a small fort up that way that was abandoned a while back. Might make a good place to set up camp." The Inn The brawl doesn't seem to be getting out of hand, it almost seems good-natured. There doesn't appear to be any watch coming either. Pious He'd hope that the Guide was the one who bought up the maps and would give them a map tomorrow." Sounds like you've been up there before?" Pious asks." Is there any particular place one could hide up there?" "In the mine itself or in the fortress I suppose. Other than that, can't really say. The whole place is woods, so there are probably plenty of places to hide." The fight being what he had expected he has no issue leaving the two to their business. They'd likely share a drink after, he figures, which leads to an idea." An excellent little scrap you are having there. Don't suppose when you're done I could buy you two a drink for the entertainment." One of the fighters looks up at the offer of a drink. He punches his opponent one more time, then smiles." We could always go for a free drink yeah. But nothing's ever free, is it? What are you looking for friend? Information?" Pious Originally Posted by Elricaltovilla "In the mine itself or in the fortress I suppose. Other than that, can't really say. The whole place is woods, so there are probably plenty of places to hide." "Actually, I meant if there was some place in the fort or mines that I should know about." Shop The shopkeeper shakes his head. "Ah, guess I misunderstood then. The mine is pretty small and straightforward, they probably would have just let the Knolls keep it if it weren't for the mitral veins. I suppose there could be some decent hiding places in there. But the fort's not big at all, one of those old dome forts they used to use way back at the beginning of the Empire. Probably no more than a couple of hundred square feet inside, and no real rooms or alcoves." Pious"Mitral?"says the wild eye man." Who did the knolls chase out of there to get control of that? And do you think the knolls are mining the mitral?" "A bit yeah, but nothing someone wouldn't be willing to talk about over a drink or two. In town to join in the knoll hunt just trying to get the lay of the land before setting out tomorrow." Shrugs, turning to start into the Inn." If you're not done boxing I understand." Shop"They chased off the miners, of course. I don't know what the knolls are doing with the mitral, if anything. I'm not one, and I couldn't care less. Kill the lot of them, for all I care." InnThe victor of the fight walks towards the Inn. "So you're going to be backing us up then eh? We're here for the knolls too. Our orders didn't give much information about the deployment but it's always good to have backup. I'm guessing this is a pretty big operation for them to have called so many people in. There's probably four or five other Strike Teams here in the Inn. Pious"Thanks for the information,"he says as he leaves and heads for the inn. XK-0 nodded to the man and thanked him for his time before turning and leaving with Pious. "Sounds like this is the big one then. Just hope we get enough scraps left over after all the big teams rush through to make the trip worthwhile." Jace offers the man a grin. Pious Arriving at the inn Pious greets his comrades." So what's going on?" The Inn The main floor of the Inn is crowded and smoky. Adventurers from the surrounding regions have all gathered here, brought by their orders from the Guild. Most of them are human or of the more common Demi-human varieties. Pious notices Jace talking with an Fit adventurer near the bar where a Troll kin sits. Spoiler Hide Troll kin are half human half trolls. Knowledge (Arcane) can tell you more about them. "There's going to be plenty of scraps, don't you worry. Those Knolls breed like rats, and they're always itching for a fight. Something about those mountains being sacred or some bull. Couldn't care less personally, it's all just rocks." Pious"Find a place to sleep, yet?"he asks Jace. Then looks at the other two,"So how long you guys been with the guild?" The troll kin grunts and turns away. The Fit however, seems more inclined to talk." Been working with the guild almost five years now. Thought this might be a good way to pick up some easy money. Knolls are always causing trouble after all. There ain't nowhere to sleep in the inn though, so you might as well try the Guild Hall. I heard they laid out some cots and stuff. Shrugs to Pious as he flags down someone to get them a round." I just figured I'd crash in the hall." Turns to the others who had joined them." We ran into a stretch of road on the way into town that was covered by sand. That often happen around here?" "Occasionally." The Fit laughed. "Most people just pour some water on the frost stones to kick-start the cooling process, then report the sand geyser to the travel bureau or a Temple when they get to town. Why? What'd you end up doing about it?" "Pretty much the same thing, dug out and watered the stones and let them do their thing. Guess we should probably let someone know though." Shrugs, paying for the server once drinks are ordered and arrive." You guys know anything about where you're headed yet?" Pious When the conversation is over, Pious will head back to the hall and grab a cot. Spoiler Hide Ready to bump to the next day The conversation at the Inn winds down, and the party returns to the Adventurer's Guild to rest. They are awoken at dawn by the sound of a bugle, and led to the plaza at the center of the village. There, all the teams are assembled and handed their orders. Having already looked at your deployment through the greasing of certain palms, you've had time to plan your route to the L'Ocher mine head. Having spent his early years on a small farmstead Jace is up with the sun. Having little to do he cleans and oils his musket making sure he's ready for the days adventure. He eats a hot, hearty breakfast, not knowing how long they'll be stuck eating trail rations. Then and he joins the others at the meeting just in case there is any more information to be learned form the briefing. Once that ends he lets the others who had planed the route take the lead, keeping his weapon loaded and ready. Since it appears the others have gained more information about the mission since he last saw them, Rafael defers to them in the planning of the expedition, taking the time to prepare a few extracts. XK-0 stayed inside the main room of the guild throughout the night after planning with whoever wanted to, keeping the sleeping Army company. When the sun started to rise, he woke her up and got her into his satchel before his companions got up. He straightened his back and cracked his joints before following them away. He leads the party down the road and away from the city, down the planned road. The moment he left the city walls, he opened up his parasol and continued with it in place, giving him shade from the burning sun. Porsche next day the mad professor woke with a smile. He grabbed his things and was ready to head out once the word was given. Spoiler Hide Does the guild supply us with a map? As the group walks Pious explains,"I think there are two things we need to explore. There is a small fort and the mine itself. The mine is not too extensive." The map provided to you indicates that the L'Ocher mine head is about four leagues away, but doesn't show any forts in or around the area. While you are all gathered around discussing your plans, other strike teams are already moving out. Pious"Let's move out, we can talk about it as we go." Four leagues and four hours later, you find yourselves staring up a winding path towards the L'Ocher Mine head. The air around the mountains is much cooler, there are even a few trees here and there. There is a section of path that is cut into the side of the mountain, leaving it a good opportunity for an ambush. Pious"This looks a little suspicious. Does anyone want to scout ahead?" OK nodded and began to head forward." Guess I'll go. Army, hide. The rest of you, be ready to get closer." Arry quickly dug itself deeper into his satchel as OK drew out his earth breaker. He kept looking in every direction while walking, looking for any sign of an ambush. He kept his parasol in his hand, while the other held the earth breaker. Loading his weapon once more, Jace moves off to the side giving him an angle to shoot past OK should something show itself. Nothing is hiding up on the cliff side above the road, but off in the distance there is a dust cloud headed down the mountain. Spoiler Hide If you have a spyglass you can make a perception check to see what's making the dust cloud, but otherwise it's too far away to see. XK-0 waves the rest of the party forward. When they arrive, he points to the dust cloud." Can anyone see what it is? And do we wait here for it or go ahead to see whatever it is?" "No idea, but we should probably at least figure out if it's coming this way or going away. If it's coming towards us might be a good time for an ambush after all." "Seems like it is. This place is as good as any, probably better than most around here. I'll stay on the road to stop it when and if it gets closer, the rest of you hide and be ready to ambush it."XK-0 kept his great hammer out and ready, keeping watch on the dust cloud and trying to see what it is. Spoiler Hide I assume when it gets closer, we'll be able to see it and make out what's in the cloud. OK's perception modifier is +0, so when it comes in range to be able to make them, can you do them for me until he succeeds, or it gets close? Pious The Mad Professor takes some cover behind a tree and readies himself for a fight. Stepping up toward OK." I can take a shot as soon as we're sure they're hostile, back off and reload before they get on you, and let these other two flanks them when they get through the pass." Spoiler Hide ((Also take 10 (+7) to perception as they approach to make sure they're not guild members running towards us.)) "Do it if you want."OK brought a hand down to his satchel and patted it twice, signaling Army to come back up to the top. Once there, he began to pet her to pass the time. Jace is able to make it out before XK-0 or the rest of the party, but at the head of the dust cloud is a horse and buggy, being driven by a Knoll with a second riding shotgun. Pious Seeing that they are knolls he gets from his hiding place. To his companions he says,"Shoot the driver, I'll try to scare the horse into stopping." "Knolls, horse and buggy." As the group rushes towards them Jace sights down the barrel and fires, hoping to take out the driver. Spoiler Hide ((Standard: Once the buggy gets inside 120 feet fires at the driver. Attack: (1d20+1)[17] (+1 bad, +4 dexes, -4 distance) Damage: (1d12)[8] Move: Relocate back and off the road. ) The shot echoes through the canyon as it buries itself in the chest of the driver. The horses panic and try to bolt, causing him to fall from the cart. The rider leaps off the wagon to go help the driver, leaving the cart and horses to run down the path towards the party. Pious"Shot again,"he says as he prepares a spell. Spoiler Hide When in range he'll cast fear, hoping that the horse will rear up and stop or turn around and throw off the knolls. Skillfully reloads his musket, looking up in between motions." Not going to hit much through the buggy but the horses... free horses are more useful uninjured." The horse and buggy careens down the mountainside, heedless of anything in its path. The Knolls, now more than sixty feet away from their cart draw weapons and charge after it. Spoiler Hide XK-0 is standing in the way of the horses, who are attempting to overrun him. He gets an attack of opportunity against each of the horses, provided he has 2 attacks of opportunity. Otherwise, he can avoid the overrun or attempt to stop them. Overrun: (1d20+7)[14] I'm only rolling once because they're lashed together, but they get a +2 bonuses to it because they're lashed together. XK-0 braced his legs as the horses approached and stopped their forward movement." If anyone can, calm the horses down." He moves around them after, going to their back to fight the knolls. Spoiler Hide His CMD is 18, so their overrun failed. Pious"Whoa,"he says in the most calming voice he has to the horses. Spoiler Hide yeah, like this will work... (1d20+2)[6] animal handling One of the horses rears up and kicks wildly. It doesn't seem like Pious is doing anything to help calm them. The two knolls are back on their feet and have drawn weapons, ready to charge in. Pious Backing up a step he avoids having his face smashed up by the hooves." Come on, be nice ta me. I ain't trying to hurt you, just relax." Spoiler Hide handle animal again (1d20+2)[15] Not having enough time for two clean shots before the knolls close the distance, he waits until they get close before attempting to finish off the injured knoll. Spoiler Hide Standard: Wait for knolls to get inside 40' and attack the injured one. Attack: (1d20+5)[14] vs touch AC DMG: (1d12)[5] Move: 'sheath' musket, draw long sword. MAP:Spoiler Hide Uploaded with ImageShack.us Pious Seeing that the horses were calm Pious takes out his crossbow and moves to the edge of the cart and fires it from cover. Spoiler Hide move to I2 fire crossbow (1d20+2)[11] to hit (1d8)[8] damage Lining up his shot his musket barks out once again as he tries to bring down the injured knoll before falling back to join his team, drawing his blade as he does. Spoiler Hide Standard: attack previously shot knoll (A?) ((rolls in previous post) Move: move to n6 Free: Draw blade (free action w/ movement due to +1 bad) The wounded Knoll falls as the second shot rips through its chest. The other knoll looks at its fallen companion and snarls, charging at the party. Spoiler Hide The knoll is going to move adjacent to the horses and attack XK-0 Attack Roll: (1d20+3)[16] Damage Roll: (1d8+2)[3] XK-0 takes the brunt of the knoll's hit but doesn't flinch, he just ignored the slight pain that was brought on by it. What he did do was lift the great hammer he wielded over his head in both hands and try to bring it down on the creature's head. Spoiler Hide Standard: Attacking G2. Move: Nothing Attack: (1d20+5)[24] | Check if 25: (1d20+5)[24] (+4 STR, +1 BAD, +1 Focus, -1 Power Attack) Damage: (2d6+9)[17] | Critical: (4d6+18)[33] (+6 STR, +3 Power Attack) No CRT Pious Stepping from behind the wagon the professor of madness says"That seemed easy enough. Let's take a look at what they were so in a hurry about." Climbing into the wagon he looks at what they were carrying." Why don't one of you check the bodies for anything useful." A nod and he sheaths his sword, quickly reloading his musket before searching the fallen knolls.

Long and Bloody Road Strike Team 1 IC|rating:4.0

Eve Lacus] She Belongs to Me [Daemon0110

Angelo… That was the face Kana (dreamed of every day. The man who’d gave her immortality. His heart. And in the end his kingdom. Angelo. Kana’s beloved, and the species of the vampire’s former king. He was gone now, the remnants of his being nothing but a pile of dust. The source of his bloodline living on through his queen, a bitten vampire, an abomination True bloods believed unfit to sit upon the throne. They were the ones responsible for Angelo’s death. They were the ones who’d planned Angelo’s assassination. Furthermore, they were the ones who’d force a young Kana to take a position that should have remained her loves. Angelo… How Kana missed him. Her bed felt so lonely with absences, her immortal life even more so. “How I wish you were here my love.” Kana snuggled closer to pillow on her bed. Though in some ways she was glad he wasn’t. Since his death she’d changed. Kana was not the same innocent girl Angelo had married, and transformed into a vampire. She was hard, uncompromising, prideful, strong, had no remorse, and at times it was even whispered she could be cruel. This was hardly the personality, or image of the human girl Angelo had come to love. And yet Kana had no regrets. She liked what she had become. She lay on her bed, looking out of the tinted window of her room. The sun was slowing going down, indicating that the world of the night would begin soon. Kana knew she would have to rise once the moon came up, but for now decided to take in the quiet before the maids rushed in. It was rarity when the Queen of the vampires could relax like this. Since the days of the rebellion, and the fall of the original clan elders almost every situation or matter within the kingdom demanded her attention. It was a stressful line of duty, but Kana refused to give in. She would do what was necessary just as Angelo would have done.” Your majesty?” One of Kana’s personal maids opened the door to her room. She looked uncertain as she gazed upon the lounging Queen, almost as if she was frightened of informing the vampire royal that it was time to rise. Which is as it should be. Akana thought casually. Her subjects should be afraid of her. She wasn’t their friend. She was their Queen. “It's all right Emily.” Kana stated lazily, rising from the bed. “I am ready to get up for today.” She looked unemotionally at the girl. “Inform the other maids to prepare my bath, and a suitable attire for me this evening.” Kana stepped behind the screen, motioning the girl away. The maid knew better than to dawdle once the Queen gave an order. While her royal highness was a fair sovereign. She liked things done on her timetable. She was in fact a very busy woman. By the time the maid known as Emily did return, Kana was already undressed and garbed in one of her many robes. The bath that she’d ordered to be readied was prepared, and maids were presently working on Kana’s wardrobe. The Queen left them to their duties, slipped into the bath, and allowed the heated water to seep into veins. It was always good for the Queen to relax her mind, for a few minutes, at least before she had to deal with stickler of an aide Klaus. “In five, four, three, two, and…one” Kana smiled, as the door to the bathing room burst open, entering her ever capable aide Klaus. “Good morning your majesty I am glad to see you are awake.” Klaus greeted Kana. “I hope you’re ready for a productive evening, because there is a lot of work on the agenda today.” He placed a stack of papers onto the end table near the tub. The sight of the pile made Kana groan at the unwelcome vision.“Klaus darling…isn’t rather early to begin the day with a stack of tedious paper work?” The Queen looked to her aide clearly displeased, though Klaus showed no expression of fear on his features. Most likely it had to do with the fact that he was used to Kana’s unpredictable emotions. “Well your day than is about to become even more bothersome your majesty.” Klaus informed, puzzling the vampires. “How so?” Kana questioned her servant. Klaus looked to the queen, and smiled ruefully. “Two words.” He began. “Lord Ivanovich.” Akana eyes widen, as she shoved herself onto her feet within the tub. “He’s here?” She looked to Klaus surprised. “Why? Why has he returned to court?” The queen bit out, looking to her aide suspiciously. It was clear she was trying to intimidate him, and by the way Klaus was squirming. It was working, despite Kana’s unclothed soapy state.“Well...it seems your majesty. That Lord Ivanovich has found a match for his only daughter.” Kana nodded, as the realization hit home. “And he needs me to approve the match.” The queen finished Klaus’ explanation. She sighed, pleased that this wasn’t another one of Ivanovich’s attempts to further his influence. “Well I am certainly happy that Ivanovich has found someone for his daughter, but I have no intention of giving him an audience.” Akana reached out, motioning for Klaus to hand her a towel. “I don’t thank that would be wise your majesty.” The Queen’s aide advised, scooping up one of the spare towels. “If you refuse Ivanovich an audience now. Then you will have no choice but to give him one later, and then who knows what request he will come to you with. “ Kana nodded. She knew that Klaus was right. The Queen didn’t need the Ivanovich clan making themselves more of a nuisance.“All right inform Ivanovich that his request is granted, and that he and his daughter are to meet me in the throne room momentarily.” Klaus nodded, handing the Queen her towel. “Should I offer his lordship facilitation your majesty?” The aide inquired. Kana shook her head. “No that is the Queen’s job Klaus.” Kana smiled, wrapping the towel around her body. It was clear the wheels in her head were turning. “Besides…” She began, heading towards the room where the maids awaited with her nights attires. “I want to meet this blushing little bride, before congratulations…are offered“ Angelo..... Angelo.... Angelo...."angel....angel!"the female voice in her head changed from a forlorn female voice dripping with longing to the strong commanding voice of her father as he shouted her name to wake her up from her long day of dreaming. She jumped awake as finally she felt a hand on her shoulder gently yet urgently shaking her awake. She whined softly as she looked around searching for the source of the noise and the hand. Furthermore, she found her maid next to her looking fit to tears as her father glared from the door at them both."get up!....we have a meeting with the queen today, and you need to be presentable!"he shouted before turning to angels maid and shouting at the maid to have her downstairs and ready in fifteen minutes, or he would personally drive a wooden stake into every part of her body except her heart. The maid yelped and set about working on getting angel ready. Angel bathed in silence half lamenting her sad life with her evil vindictive politician of a father since her mother had mysteriously vanished and her father had remarried a very rich daughter of a very influential duke. The rest of her a flutter of emotions of longing to leave, excitement to be married, nerves for the wedding and out right fear to go in front of the queen who for the past two hundred years bright peace to the underworld by inflicting fear through the ranks of the different factions. She was said to be a cruel bloodthirsty woman of a sadistic nature. She bathed in silence shedding more than a few tears. Furthermore, she lounged in the soapy water after cleaning herself until she heard a soft knock on the door. "Come in"she said. The maid came in "please miss....i....I need to get you ready for the night." She said before gently reaching down to help her out of the tub. Angel took her hand standing and stepping out. Soon she was dried and polished and prompt and pruned to perfection hating every second of it. The time passed quickly, through the haze she remembered her fathers disproving gaze as he sneered and disproved of her appearance shouting more orders she didn't pay attention to. She was just so overcome with everything running through her head so fast, so much to worry about with getting married and meeting the queen and avoiding her fathers' wrath. She didn't remember the trip or the mad orders her father told her before they entered the throne room. Suddenly she snapped out of the daze she had been trapped in. she looked around at the lush and lavish surroundings along her. The bountiful colors and the golds and the velvet blacks. Finally, her gaze drifted up to the two huge thrones set high up on the platform. They were so ornate with gold and black and beautiful. Then she saw the queen on her throne more beautiful than the room and indeed anyone else she had ever seen. Her eyes were drawn to the queen pulled to gaze up at her. She felt drab and ugly in comparison. She quickly grabbed by the back of the neck and forced to her knees by her father as he forced her to bow I'm unison with him. Furthermore, she yelped slightly from his iron grip and when he let go she came back up but stayed on her knees not daring to look up again she kept her eyes on the floor waiting for the queen to address her father.(I'm really sorry of the lacking quality of the post. I haven't red in six months and it's a bit late. I promise to do better tomorrow Miss) On the long list meetings, public appearances, and paper work the Queen had to commit to for the evening. The audience with Ivanovich, and his daughter was on the top of list the least ways Kana wanted to begin her oh so busy evening. There was just something about the vampire nobleman that left a sour note on Kana’s experiences with him. Ivanovich was just too much like his father, ambitious, calculating, sneaky, and there was drive in him. A drive that made him want to reclaim the position, and power his family once had. Which was something the Queen would never allow happening. She would be a very foolish sovereign if she restored power to clan that disposed of the former king, and nearly her as well. No…the Ivanovich clan, and its lord could not be trust. And as soon as Kana had this tedious audience with the vampire, and his daughter. She would grant them her blessing, send them on their way, and refuse Ivanovich any further contact in the future. I’ll never have to be present to another one of Ivanovich’s pathetic attempts to gain my good graces ever again. Akana thought, gaining some satisfaction out of the coming encounter. She couldn’t stand Ivanovich; he was such a hideous, hairy little worm. And yet it amazed the Queen that it was rumored that his daughter was fairly beautiful. Not that she most likely got it from his hideous side of the gene pool. Which was something the girl’s future groom was most likely grateful for. “Your majesty?” The maid name Emily spoke, looking to claim the queen’s attention. “What is it Emily?” The queen questioned the girl, pulling her mind away from distracting thoughts. “I finished dressing your tresses, and desired to know if they meet you approval?” Kana remained silent, looking into the mirror of the vanity. She could only silently admit this but Emily’s skill as a maid always met to her satisfaction.“Thank you, Emily. You may go.” Kana replied, waving the girl away. It was the closest expression gratitude she was pretty much willing to give anyone. The maid bowed and left soon after. She is like many other servants within the palace had a multiple task to attend to. Kana to soon followed suit, and left her chambers. She had no intention of being on time for her audience with Ivanovich, but of course expected him, and his daughter to be on time. It was just a simple message she liked to give her subjects from time to time. That Kana was the one in charge, and that her authority was the only one that mattered. It was certainly a message that would not please someone like Ivanovich, but Kana didn’t care. It served its purpose where she was concerned. “I am glad you are dressed, and well-prepared your highness.” Klaus smiled to the queen, as he came walking towards Kana from the throne room. “Lord Ivanovich and his daughter are waiting presently. And I must say your majesty. He seems quiet eager for this audience.” Kana raised her brow at her aide’s comments. “Is that a fact?” She stated teasingly. “Better than we shouldn’t keep our guest waiting. Now should be Klaus.” The male vampire smiled, nodding in agreement to the queen silent logic. He could tell this meeting was going to be fairly interesting. Just as Klaus had said, Ivanovich and his daughter already present in the throne room when Kana had arrived. The True blood vampire, and his child bowed to the queen as she took place at the head of the room. Kana couldn’t help to note that Ivanovich seem to be forcing his daughter to perform the proper protocol. Most likely he wanted every thing to according to his plans. “You and your daughter may rise Ivanovich.” The queen stated off handily, motioning with her hand for them to come to their feet. It didn’t take much encouragement after that for Ivanovich to get into the swing of things. “Your majesty my daughter, and I can not thank you enough for this audience.” The True blood began, looking to the queen, than his only child.“I am certain your aide has informed.” He continued. “That it would be…that is I and my daughter, Lady Angel’s fondest wish is if you would grant your permission for her to marry.” Ivanovich finished, the room growing quiet behind. Kana really didn’t know what to say to his pushy request. Of course, she knew that she shouldn’t be so stunned by his actions. Ivanovich was a reckless individual. “I am aware of what you desire Randolph.” The queen finally replied, using Ivanovich’s given name. “However I am not to certain that this is what your daughter wishes.” The vampire lord stared at the queen in shock. He should have known her royal arrogates would pull something like this. “I assure you my queen. That my daughter desires this match just as much as her groom.” The True blood recovered, then chanced a pointed glance at his child. He dared her to say anything but unhappiness about her engagement. If she did the punishment she would face would be severe one they were alone. “That is very ungentlemanly like of you to threaten your daughter in such a way Randolph.” Kana smiled, letting him know what he was perfectly aware what he’d been doing with his child. “I only wanted to hear your daughter express how happy she is about her coming marriage.” What was the crime in that, unless Ivanovich had something to hide?“Now I will ask again. Only this time Randolph you will not answer for your daughter“ Kana rose from seat, stepping down the podium. She walked towards the girl, that seemed so biddable, and quiet. “Now tell me Lady Angel, and be honest.” The queen did not take well to lairs. “How do you feel about your coming marriage?” She inquired, tilting the girl's head forward, forcing her to look the queen in the face. Kana tried to goad the girl more, but what she felt as she gazed at the beautiful female took her for a loop. Angel was frozen on the spot as her father addressed the queen with their plea. She slowly rose from the floor her eyes not moving from the spot on the marble she stared at. Angel had a tornado of emotions fears and uncertainties flying through her consciousness. She had never heard her father so timid ...she liked it almost. Angel looked up to her father as the question from the queen was posed to her. She saw the gates of hell opening in her fathers eyes as he glared at her threatening to throw her in and let the fire burn her. She gasped slightly as the queen rose and spoke as if she knew the deepest inter machinations of her fathers mind. Angel dared a glance up at the queen as she drew ever closer. Suddenly her jaw was gently guided to look up at the queen into her eyes. Angel flinched slightly as she felt strange gazing so deeply into her eyes. Angel twitched slightly trying to pull from the queens grasp, but her will was weak and the queens grip was so strong. She was afraid of what to say. She longed to be away from her father and his cruelty and malice, but she didn't love the man she was to be married to. Furthermore, she knew it was just a political move by her father to gain more power. The man loved her in a way, he lusted for her, and he wasn't such a horrible guy but....she didn't feel for him. Sure tried to glance at her father fearful but couldn't. Finally, a tear dripped down her cheek and she closed her eyes. She still felt the heat from those two powerful knowing beautiful eyes on her face. She took a slow breath and said"y......yes......in.want to be married"It was easy to tell she was lying. How horrible was living with her father that she would rather live wroth a stranger that she didn't love and give herself to him than stay. She heard a low contented chuckle dripping with victory from her fathers' direction. She couldn't bare to look into the eyes of the queen anymore. Furthermore, she closed her eyes shut waiting for what ever was to come. Angelo That’s is who the queen felt as she looked at this girl. Angelo. Kana’s beloved husband, the man she loved. The man she had lost to death, to assassination. Angelo. He was all right there in this girl’s face, his soul mingling in this new life. The queen couldn’t believe it. That crack pot seer had been right. Akana thought. The old woman had told her Angelo would come back, and she’d been right. Kana couldn’t say how she knew it to be true, but this girl. Ivanovich’s daughter was Angelo reborn. Everything within Kana’s being told her that this was fact. That this was truth. That this was her love reborn, and nothing. No one. Would ever take that from her again. Ivanovic and his daughter could consider the wedding off. Lady Angel belonged to the queen now, and would stay here in the palace with Kana forever. She looked down at the young vampire female waiting for her to answer the question; Kana had posed to the girl moments before. Though it really didn’t matter how she respond now of course, either way she belonged to the queen now. "Y...yes...in…want to be married"The girl replied, obviously lying. She didn’t realize that Kana did not take well to lies, and would punish her dearly in the future if she did so again. Of course that was neither here nor there right now. The queen had more pressing matters to deal with at the moment. There was still Ivanovich, and his arrogant attitude to deal with. Yet that would soon be wiped off his face when he learned his daughter change in fiancée. “You sweet innocent liar. I know you have no desire to marry the man your father had chosen.” Kana commented in response to Angel’s statement. The queen had the desire to lean down and kiss the girl just to prove her point, but she could wait. There would be enough time for that later on. Ivanovic on the other had done not seem tot like the response the queen had given, and decided to interfere before his daughter tried to respond. “As you can see your majesty. My daughter is looking forward to her future marriage.” The True blood vampire stated, trying his best to persuade the queen. He wanted this alliance more than anything; the Ivanovich clan needed more allies if they were going to pursue their future plans. “If you would. My clan and I would be gratified if your gracious highness would approve of this marriage.” The True blood stood there next to his kneeling daughter, waiting calmly for the queen’s response. Kana knew what Ivanovich wanted her to say, and if his daughter had been any other girl. She might have given him the reply he desired. However, this girl right here was different. She had unknown ties to Kana; she had Angelo’s soul. That knowledge in itself made her off limits to anyone but the queen. To bad Ivanovich thought, Kana might have felt bad for changing the vampire’s plans. However since she didn’t like her future fiancées father too much. So it matters little to her what he had desired.“You are right Randolph. It is time I blessed a marriage.” Kana smiled, looking to Ivanovich first than his daughter. She could see the triumph in his eyes, the belief that he’d finally get to get want. If only he knew. “So I believe a congratulation is in order. Your daughters impending marriage…” The queen paused, smiling at the smug vampire. She was really going to enjoy this. “…to me.” Angel shuddered slightly feeling almost a tremor coming from the hand under her chin. It was almost more energy than muscle movement. It almost felt like a magnetism pulling her towards the queen. She felt so familiar...and she had a strange feeling.a longing to be near her.closer. She jumped her eyes opening as the queen called her a liar. Angel felt a slight squeeze on her chin like the queen was going to pull her up, but she didn't. She sighed as her father began to speak with his official tone that he used for winning people over. She thought she was doomed. Angel closed her eyes as the queen began to speak saying she would be married. A year or two dipped down onto the queens hand cold and sad as the young vampire resigned herself to her fate. She gulped slightly onto the queens hand. She wished this was a nightmare, and it would end, but suddenly the nightmare turned into something much, much worse. The said her last two words" to me". The world stopped. Angel gasped her eyes flinging wide as she looked frantically from the queen to her father and back. She tried to stand pulling away from the queen, but her knees were jelly, and she collapsed back onto her rump. "WHAT!?" She cried scared and extremely confused. She looked between the smug grin of the queen and the shock on her fathers face. Furthermore, she stood again balancing on her shaky knees. Furthermore, she had heard stories of the queen cruelty and her father talked of burning her and her castle to the ground. Her head was spinning. She turned away walking shaky staggering towards the door. Guards stepped sideways blocking the door. She stopped and turned back stepping towards the queen her face shocked and dazed. ’m...marry...y.....you?" She asked. Then people her eyes rolled back into her head as the emotions overwhelmed her already fragile emotional mind as she fainted. The world dissolved into blackness and her mind when blank.(gosh I'm just not doing the best I'm more rusty than I thought...It's okay once we get into more one on one stuff I'll get into the character more) On a scale of one through ten on unhappy reactions. The Queen's future consort certainly put on quiet a show. Not that her reaction was unexpected to Kana. She just found it rather entertaining the dramatics Lady Angel seem to be giving all of them. Even her father seem to be turning an undiscovered shade of red. He made it plainly obvious he was not please buy this decision, though for what reason the Queen could not understand. His daughter was to be a princess, consort to a queen. The influence Ivanovich desired would skyrocket now, or at least so he should think. Of course Kana would never let him have too much power. Which was most likely why he was less pleased than his daughter. Not that the Queen couldn't deal with her future bride. In fact, she felt there would be much enjoyment found in them both acquainting themselves with one another. Those cries of unhappiness would soon turn to something else very soon." Your majesty I beg of you." Ivanovic interceded, ignoring the fallen state of his daughter. The True blood made it very clear that he cared little for his child, and more of the situation at hand. The Queen thought to punish the fool for such carelessness of his off-spring, but decided to go with the latter, and ignore the vampire. She had much more pressing matters to deal with at the moment any way. It seemed the vampire kingdom's future princess still wasn't accepting the new change in her life. In strides just yet. Kana looked on, watching as she rose to her feet trying to regain the footing she lost. The girl looked so fragile as she came to her feet. Like a porcelain doll that was close to its limits, and would break from the slightest careless touch. It almost brought a comforting, yet protective instinct out in the Queen, but she held it at bay. It would be very foolish on her part to allow others to see that she cared. No for now it was just best to allow the Lady Angel to work things out for herself, and have the guards deal with everything else in the meantime. Akana stood there, continuing to taking in the scene, as her knights did their duty, and prevent the vampires from leaving. The girl than turned, gazed upon the Queen with a combined of expression, that mingled between disbelief, and fear.’m...marry...y.....you?" She stated, it was the last response Kana's beautiful little innocent gave before falling into a faint. "Such theatrics." The queen commented, looking altogether uninterested. She turned away from the fallen maiden on the floor, and looked to her ever favored servant. "Klaus darling." Akana called for him, motioning offhandedly toward the unconscious female on the floor. Unlike every one else in the room, the aide seems to know exactly what the queen desired, and went about performing such a duty. "As you wish your majesty." He leaned down over the girl, scooping he up into his arms. Ivanovich, the girl's father, who was already in fit state, flew into even more of a tirade once he saw such an action." Stay away from my daughter you filthy vermin!" He bellowed, pressing forward in the attempt to reclaim his off-spring. Klaus ignored him of course. He saw no need to engage the True blood, when it was already apparent the queen was going to deal with him accordingly. Even now Klaus could see her patients slipping, and then... "I am growing rather tired of your mouth Ivanovich." Kana looked to the irrational vampire silently, her eyes glowing bright red. It took only an instant, one moment every one was certain they were looking upon the queen, and the next. Well the next her elongated nails were lodged into his throat. It should have been a messy contact, but the queen was stickler for precision when she attacked someone. There was never a mess, just a fool collapsed in pain. And that was exactly what Ivanovich looked like, as Kana tore her fingers from his throat. A sniveling fooling, who challenged a force he'd never stood a chance against. "Let that be a lesson to you Randolph." The queen stated, kneeling beside the now injured vampire. There was no mercy in her eyes. "When I claim something. It's mine and your daughter on this occasion just happens to be what I have claim." She patted him on the cheek, trying to gain his full attention despite the pain. "She mines now Ivanovich. Mine. And there is nothing you can do about." The Queen rose to her feet, motion for the guards to take Ivanovich away. Klaus who stood to Kana's side, lay in ready, waiting for orders. "Let's go Klaus. I find this room not to my taste." The aide nodded, following behind the queen. There were so many questions swirling around inside Klaus' mind, but mostly curiosity was on this girl in his arms, and why the queen was so dead set on keeping her. Not that Klaus could question the queen on such things, the end result would be the same punishment Ivanovich had received. No for now it was best to just wait for the queen to confide in him. It was the Queen's chamber they ended up returning to, her highness making it very clear that she wanted privacy with her newly acquired fiancée. She really didn't say much as Klaus placed the girl onto the bed, only motioning for him to be swift about it, and leave just as promptly. In a way Klaus felt bad for the girl, because there was no way to know how the queen would deal with everything when the girl woke up. Good luck little one. The aide willed her mentally, as he left the room. Akana who been sitting in along chair in front of the bed, sat there quietly, waiting for her future princess to wake. She had a mind to rouse the girl from her slumber, but felt the impact would cut more to the point. If her future little bedmate woke, and reacted to her new surrounding on her own. Though the queen couldn't help, but to smile, and think that she had idea how the vampires would react. (sorry on Mondays I play DND)Angel slept dreaming of nothing her mind perpetually blank from the shear shock and gravity if the situation she was in. Her mind slowly woke before her body did. She was aware of very soft sheets under her very nice and warm. The room had a new smell to it like a new perfume or soap she had never smelt before. In all honesty it was a much nicer environment to wake up into then she was used to. At first, she was confused not remembering the oh so recent insanity that had taken place. She slowly opened her eyes wondering where she was. "w ....where am I?" She said as she rose into a sitting position looking around her eyes half closed and confused. She didn't even notice the queen in the tongue chair across from her. Furthermore, she saw the magnificent decedent room she was in and the amazing beauty of it all. Then finally her eyes drifted and fell onto the queen sitting there smiling strangely st her. The memory suddenly rushed back as angel gasped her eyes going wide as she backed away against the headboard and wall. ’m....mm....my queen...i....i..."she was at a loss for words and soon the shock and fear choked the words in her throat. She slowly scooted over to the edge of the bed never taking her eyes from the queens. She slid onto her feet and backed to the corner away from the queen. Furthermore, she finally broke the gaze to glance at the door. Furthermore, she was literally stuck in a room with the figure of more than a few nightmares and dark stories and discussions from her old home."p......please Miss....t....there must be some mistake.....i.....you don't want me" she pleaded in the most calm voice she could manage. Furthermore, she begged the queen with her eyes as she stood with her back to the wall. Furthermore, she suddenly had a strange feeling coming from deep within her. It made her happy to be here....the queen seemingly the source of the sudden happiness like a fond memory they had shared. It was impossible but true ...though angel quickly shook her head free of it and again stared st the queen in fear too scared to run and too scared to give in or even accept her current reality as real. Kana was in no real rush to wake the sleeping maiden on her bed. She was still fuming from her encounter with Ivanovich, pondering over how that imbecile had thought to defy her. The Queen had claimed his daughter as her future consort. The True blood should being relishing in such an honor, not fighting Kana’s guards to gain his child back. But the vampire had done just that, and the queen couldn’t help but to be very suspicious. She didn’t have any proof to support her theory just yet, but Kana was pretty certain Ivanovich’s alliance with his daughter’s former fiancée was more than just some happy union. He was planning something, scheming like his father before him within the ranks of her subjects. The queen wasn’t exact certain what he was trying to put into action just yet, but she would make certain it involved nothing to do with his daughter. She belonged to Kana now, and the loyalties she’d once given to her father were no more. Lady Angel would only cleave to the queen now, and slowly, but surely she would show the girl the benefits of handing over her heart. Kana looked over to the bed, watching in a casual silence as the timid vampires roused from her sleep. She looked calmer now, more serene, it was almost as if her mind was blank of any bad thoughts, or unwelcome memories. In some ways the queen envied such innocence. She herself could never escape the realities of her position. It just wasn’t in the cards, and it seemed it would now be the same for Kana’s little vampires as well. She looked around the queen bedchamber taking in all the beautiful fixtures, and decor. The surroundings seem to relax her, until her gaze lay upon the expression of the amused vampire queen.’m....mm....my queen...i....i..." She stammered, obviously the earlier events from this evening finally come back to her. Kana looked on as Angel moved back, pressing herself against the headboard of the bed. She must have thought she was escaping somehow, but the only thing her action really did was give Kana a pretty good image of how much the vampire female really did belong in her bed. “You strike a very appealing image my pet.” The queen teased, looking to the nervous female. “Please feel free to show me more.” It wasn’t the best opening line to start off with; Kana didn’t think it really mattered. The girl was already pretty much unsettled. In fact, she looks pretty much frighten enough to run. Which was exactly what it looked like she was doing, as Angel left the bed, and came to her feet. Unfortunately that was something Kana would never allow, and it seems at that right moment her future little bedmate was coming to that same understanding. Instead of trying to make a break for the door, which she obviously would have never made it to, Angel back away toward the far wall in the corner, like a trapped little lamb. "p......please Miss....t....there must be some mistake.....i.....you don't want me"She stammered once more. It was very plain she did not understand any of the queen’s reasoning for what was going on. Which was perfectly fine with Kana for now. It wasn’t the best idea to inform an innocent like Angel that she was in fact the reincarnation of the vampire kingdoms previous king. She would most likely think the queen crazy, along with being ruthless. No for now it was just best that she be kept in the dark until things progressed between them. Beside Kana was certain she could find something for them to do in the meantime. “It seems my little Angel needs some reassurance.” The queen teased, rising to her feet. She moved across the room very calm, and relaxed as she walked towards the cornered female in her room. “You seem to doubt that I want you.” She moved closer. “That I my claim of you is not genuine.” Kana continued, looking to Angel fairly amused. Normally she would have been angered if someone had dared to doubt her, but this time she found it work beneficially to her desires. “I guess I’ll just have to show you.” Kana extended one of her fingers, the nail on the tip instantly elongating in a very intimidating fashion. She reached out, placing the extension on the pale curves of exposed cleavage of Angel’s dressed. Kana expected the girl to try, and retreat some, but the queen was bent on making it very clear to the girl that she would not shy away. This was something the vampires might not want from Kana just yet, but the queen in the end refused to be denied. “You are not to move.” She commanded. “ If you do, or try to stop me.” She began. “I guarantee the punishment you suffered under father. Will pale in comparison to men in the future.” The queen said no more, as the long length of her nail trailed down the material of Angel’s dress, ripping the material, freeing the vampires’ breast. “Now lets see what this material been hiding from me. Angel shuddered as the queen seemed to compliment and"hit" on her in a sexual way. Angel blushed hard her pale cheeks showing color. She pressed herself to the wall harder as the queen rose elegantly staring at her so intently she felt like her eyes might burn a hole in her dress. She made a small whimpering sound in the back of her throat. Furthermore, she managed to look up into the queens face as she continued to devour her with her eyes. "w...why...me?" Angel said shuddering as she watched in horror as the queens razor sharp nail extended to her. Angel tried hard to press back away from the nail, but it pinned her gently but threatened to puncture her soft white skin. Angel was scared she had heard stories off these very nails silencing many men in the flash of an eye. She started to shake slightly as the queen ordered her to stay still. Angel stared down intently at the blade that was now pressing firmly against the soft smooth skin between her ample breasts. Slowly it started to move down cutting straight into and through the cloth of her dress revealing her breasts to the open and cold air. She made a slight squeaking whimper as her nipples were revealed her dress falling slightly from her shoulders stopping at her elbows. Angel trembled as she looked away her fists clenched tightly just to fight the urge to reach up and cover herself. The nail however was still pressed against her abdomen. "w.....what...d...do you want from me..........what are....you're going to...d...do to me?"she said her voice trembling with her body as she tried so hard not to move scared of what punishment this devil queen might unleash on her. Angel looked down at herself noticing the faintest of faint red lines going from her chest down post her cleavage to her abdomen from the nail. All the queen would have to do is flinch and much, much worse would happen to her. " ......p.... Please.....d.don't hurt me.....and let me go..."she said trying to ignore the fact that her nipples were hardening....and not entirely from the cold. Kana sensed it, both the fear, and the attraction her little vampires was trying to disguise. It was there in the hard tips of her breast, and the slight shivers that emitted from her body. She liked what the queen was doing, despite all her little protest. “I would never hurt you.” Kana replied, smiling as the sharp talon of her nail retracted. “At least…” She continued, her finger gliding over the vampires exposed flesh. It was lazy exploration. One designed for Angel’s pleasure, then for the queen’s delight. “Not in a way wouldn’t like.” She smiled at the girl, but all to soon her expression became serious.“As for your request to let you go.” Kana took a step back, removing her hand away from Angel’s beautiful pale ivory skin. “I am afraid I will never allow that. You are mine Lady Angel of the Ivanovich clan. Mine.” The queen informed the vampires. “Which means I will never let you go.” She turned away from the girl, moving across the room to take her seat on the lounge chair once more. “So I suggest my little vampires. That you become accustom to your new life, because there is nothing that you, or your father can do to change your fate.” The queen relaxed, as she enlightened the half-naked female in front of her. Akana didn’t like being so harsh with the girl, but it was very paramount that she removed any hope the vampire had of retuning to her clan. “Besides I wasn’t under the impression you really cared who you would be bound to.” The queen continued to converse, her smile returning in its normal taunting fashion. “You weren’t exactly giving the appearance of an excited bride. When I questioned you earlier.” Kana gazed at the young vampire female, daring her to deny the statement. They both knew that her earlier answer before in the throne room had been a lie. She had no real desire to be bound to the choice her father had made for her. “So instead of begging, and pleading for me to release you my little Angel.” Kana began. “You should be thanking me. I saved you from being with someone you will never desire, and given you life where you will at leastsomefreedom.” In and out of the queen’s bed. “All you have to do is please me when I will it,” Kana smiled leisurely. “Sever those little ties of loyalty with your father, and pledge to me your complete and utter allegiance.” It was as simple as that. The queen wanted nothing more than those three things from the girl. If the vampires could commit to those stipulations, Kana would ensure that her life here would go as smoothly as possible. It was the least she could do for the kingdom’s future princess. However, if the lady betray even one of those vows. Better than the vampires would find out those rumors about the queen didn’t even compare to her actual wrath.

Eve Lacus] She Belongs to Me [Daemon0110|rating:3.0

It is a crime [Zhazha&ZAlcyoneus]

His mind felt scrambled even more than the usual mess it was inside. This time it was mixed with a terrible headache, that raised above all the thoughts that raced through his mind. Something had hit him hard enough to make him pass out for a moment,- or a long moment there was no way of telling how long right now. The cop groaned softly, through strained breathe as he gathered his thoughts back to the present. One by one, his mind was put back on track, ready to see where he was only to realize there was no vision. He wasn't blind as he could feel the tight tension around his head from the blindfold that covered his eyes... That wasn't a good sign. As anyone would try to do as common sense hit him was to make an attempt at removing the blindfold. Only to be faced with the next fact, that his hands were tightly tied together behind his back. Whoever pulled this stunt was quite thorough and experienced in its handiwork. Flint pulled and struggled to try to escape from the bonds that restrained him,- but these restraints weren't going to budge from just pure strength and a lot of wriggling, they were too tight, and he felt them shave into his skin as he kept moving before finally giving up. A sigh followed, as his muscles relaxed. Wriggling and struggling would only cost him more strength, a strength that was better to preserve for later once he figured out where he was and who had assaulted him. There was a variety of options who could have done this, over his career he had made quite a list of enemies. Criminals weren't fond of the police, after all, especially coppers like him who were prepared to dirty their own hands. But not all of those enemies were smart, he was not going to give the random goon on the street the credit to take him out like this. This was the work of a criminal who worked on a higher level, someone with an ulterior motive to keep him alive rather than scare a bullet through his brain when they had the chance. That narrowed the list down to perhaps 2–3 persons. But he had already made a solid guess on who it was, and why he was alive. Oh, joy, he could hear the footsteps already approaching, which of the scum was it that wished to play these stupid games with him. He left out one more grunt, with his final last pull at the restraints. Slouching back for as far as he could, be focused on the one sense that he could still use, his hearing to determine which way they were coming from. His head crooned to where he heard the footsteps from. {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. 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A guard came to him, whispering something in his ear before he entered, but this earned a smirk from the master of the estate. As the figure entered the lounge where the prisoner was being held, he observed the cop from the doorway for a moment before walking in, the other guard setting a hand roughly on the bound man's shoulder. Sharp footsteps echoed across the floor, coming from the man's right. Dressed in a dark gray suit and dress shoes, he looked as if he'd just gotten out of a meeting of some sort though that wasn't the case. Yes, he had been in a meeting earlier, but that was not the point. He hadn't felt much like changing, but the suit seemed to contrast with his pale skin. Spoiler: suit His footsteps stopped as he reached the person and studied him silently without a word, his other guard going back around to stand behind the guest. Reaching out a hand, he briefly let his fingers rest on the person's cheek before withdrawing and taking a seat, gesturing for Abbot to remove the blindfold, the guard doing so, waiting for the stranger's eyes to adjust as the blindfold was roughly removed. Spoiler: Sitting Room Briefly the criminal boss looked outside at the cloudy sky, gesturing for the other guard to go and close the dark velvet curtains at both sets of windows, the man doing so. Once the curtains were closed, blocking out the light the man spoke." It seems the fox has been caught within the trap. What a surprise to be woken up for though you did disturb my slumber which is most disrespectful." "Not going anywhere, huh?" Flint grunted mostly annoyed as a firm hand pressed him down on the chair. Where did they even expect him to go? If he was to go running in this state it would look like a chicken without a head,- utterly foolish and laughable at the same time. No Flint knew how to outweigh his options and the best was to remain seated just like the gesture of the hand suggested. Whoever was around him sure was taking his sweet time, time ticked by very slow when you were tied up without anything to see. Just his mind to keep him company and that was a companion he much rather not is left alone with right now. The policeman stirred as a cold finger touched his cheek of all places. Shaking his head in disagreement to the uninvited touch on his scruffy face. He would have expected a slap or other form of violence, not,- whatever this meant. An observation perhaps? An assessment of whether they had kidnapped the right person from the streets. Last he could remember, he had been sitting in a bar before he was whacked over the head. With the blindfold finally removed, his eyes squinted at first. Looking around him with difficulty, before his vision adjusted to the current setting of light. That the curtains closed did make it much easier, cutting off the brighter parts that bothered his sight. The room hadn't been what he had expected, it was more rural and cozy...not so much bland or isolated as his mind had told him he would be in. This was for all he knew, just an ordinary rich living room, that he found himself in. Minus the looming guards in the corner and the suited rich man before him. Curious,- "Am I a fox? If it makes it any better, this fox didn't disturb your rest willingly" He spoke going along with the given nickname that had been hurled on him. It was a coping mechanism, bad humor to mask the overwhelming feeling of being finally outplayed in this game of cat and mouse with the most wanted criminals of this world. Taking a second look over the suit, he felt a little out of place and inferior. His attire had been much more casual, rocking just a stained shirt as his jacket full of gadgets had already been taken from his possessions and cargo pants that had seen better days. "Foxes tend to be tricksters,"spoke the suited man as he examined the cop before him. Compared to the vampire, this law enforcement officer was dressed rather plainly. He surmised that the clothes the cop wore were best suited to patrolling the streets." I think we shall see how well you cope here...turn the tables so to speak. That is why you are here is it not? To attempt catching me and bringing me to whatever preconceived justice you wish?" Taking the glass handed to him as a servant walked in, he sipped it as he observed his captured prey. Getting this thorn plucked before it could do much damage was necessary...but now it pertained to what he would do with this creature that sought to unravel everything." You should have watched yourself before allowing yourself to be captured. Until I grow bored with you and decide to end your life, you'll serve me as a pet." He knew that these mobsters were arrogant, but this one truly took the crown with how he talked in riddles. Add to that some insanity to make the picture complete. Flint couldn't help but laugh in disbelief at the insane words he was hearing, rolling his eyes as it was finally finished." No, thank you and fuck off" Was his very primal answer not a very enlightening answer. Once more it was mostly him coping with a shit stain of a situation with a headache ringing through his mind and some remnants of alcohol that made him loose-lipped. More than he was by standard, as swearing was very normal to him. "I didn'ttallow myself to get captured mind you. Your tugs decided to just smack me over the head rather than ask nicely whether I was coming. The answer would still be no evenifthey asked"What was even the last point where he had been? Probably a bar as that was where he spends most of his downtime. He didn't have a family to return to, so he had to find company in easier places. "Well, if every criminal bothered to ask nicely when faced with a nuisance, they wouldn't get anywhere and end up in prison or deceased,"said Mold ark. As his captive said he wouldn't be staying and swore at him, Mold ark just smiled over his glass." You do not have a choice. Even if you were, as you say, not planning on coming here... I'm well aware of the fact that you have been one of those desperate to throw me in prison or possibly end my life. Is this not so?" Flint shrugged for as far as he could. Seemingly unimpressed by the countered statement. "In prison where they belong" He corrected the sentence, at least he didn't deny being a criminal, nor that the crime lords goons were less of a criminal than him. The tired human pulled at the restraints a little, done with their little talk and this forcing him to stay here against his will. No way was he going to just roll over because the vampire said so. He had enough bark, and enough stupidity in him to pull stunts. With his track record, he wasn't known for being a good cop in the sense of always obeying the law. Rather he was very persistent even if it meant trailing down the same road as those he tried to take down. "True, I very much would love to see scum like you in prison. Because that is my job, but you,- kingpin himself. You likely have all the lawyers and judges on your payroll already don't you?" And that's where the resort of pulling his gun came in. The system was corrupt and heavily under the influence of men such as this one. "Hhhhhmmm. Well... I don't think prison is something any sane judge would want me in,"said Mold ark." Nor do I think it would hold me for long, even if someone did get me into prison. Hmm...well you're certainly an honest little fox at any rate. Not a very good cop it seems but as I said...you don't have a choice in the matter of remaining here. As for whether I have all the lawyers and judges on my payroll... I have enough, but money doesn't buy off everyone. Nor do threats,"he surmised thoughtfully before standing and gesturing for Abbot to pick up the human." Now, Abbot. Show the fox here to one of the rooms near the ballroom will you and make sure he stays there." Abbot nodded, watching as the master got to his feet and began heading for the door. "Boss, it might be prudent to put the fox in a tighter den where it can't escape." Moldark turned and looked at Abbot, then at the human." Put him in one of the cellar rooms then." At least he was capable enough, to land on this man's radar. That said a lot about his own Detective work being rather successful. Even if the big boss wanted to deny him that fact. You had to cling to some praise in shit situations such as this. "Honest,- yeah that'd be me" was there even use of lying here? Lying had its own place for when it is convenient for him, right now open card was what he was playing at." Whoa! Hold up Abbot was it?" Flint sputtered as he overheard the plan. They were going to dumb him in the cellar? Ironic that he WS getting his own cell instead of putting these rats in one. "I can walk fine on my own" He was very keen on keeping at least that, they likely already had dragged him to end up on this chair in the first place. But now that he was awake, he was going to walk on his own legs rather than be thrown over a shoulder or anything else! Mold ark chuckled as he left, followed by his second guard back to his own room to resume his sleep. He was a vampire after all and a nocturnal creature by biology and habit. Meanwhile, once Abbot got the human up out of the chair, the other stated they could walk fine on their own. "You're a mouthy little fox. C'mon then," said Abbot, pushing the cop a bit in front of him to get him moving and then following. Abbot was soon joined by the other guard that had followed part way towards his own quarters, coming back to move alongside Abbot silently, the pair guiding the fox as the boss referred to the human away from the ballroom and through some hallways until they got to a cellar door. "After you," said Abbot as he opened the door, the staircase narrow but sound as it traveled down. At the bottom of the stairs would be a light switch that would light up fluorescent lights set into the ceiling, throwing the hallway between the 'rooms' as they were referred to into brightness. Metal doors concealed each room, each portioned off from what used to be a cellar. The furnace and water heater were still located in this cellar. Some eyes peered out of the open slats at the cop as he was escorted through the cellar until they got to one in right corner and Abbot moved forward to open the door. "Welcome to your new accommodation for the time being." "And you're a yipping lapdog, do you roll over when he asks you too?" He didn't lose his toxic mouth with just a change of scenery. If he could make a jab to make himself feel somewhat better he would. Not that it always helped him, his honesty and lose unfiltered tongue often gave him only more trouble. Faring badly under the notion of keeping his mouth shut. His volume did lower, the moment the second guard came to join them. Swiftly he looked between the two, only once he tried to see what happened when he stopped walking. A shove in the back forward was all he got, the shoving and ushering seemed to stop when they entered the lower parts of the mansion. "Well aren't you the gentlemen" Was the expected sarcasm, as they were so kind to let him go first. Mumbling some more bad praises he descended the stairway, flinching a moment when the lights lit up. "The fuck?" Why were there so many rooms here?! This was straight out of a horror movie, the creepy stares from the slits didn't make it any better. "Who are they?" He asked his sight flicking for Abbot before he entered the room that was supposedly his. "I do not," said Abbot. "Not the boss's type." The little fox just had to make a comment when they reached the cellar and walked through the hall towards the human's new accommodations for the time being. "Them? Servants or lower criminals who attempted to do something against the boss and are here as food sources. But boss keeps them here because he says blood curdles if you don't treat the food with proper health." The food? So all of these people served as blood bags to the vampire? Those were quite a lot of bodies to be bled to fuel just one man. "Shit" Flint grumbled under his breath as he tried to do a count of cells. That these men were all criminals didn't make it much better. They should be in jail not here, if that was the case. His eyes seemed to swirl black for a moment as he passed glances with Abbot, before taking a step back into his appointed cell. Not yet, he should do more re-con first of the place. Find an exit with fewer eyes pointing at him before he made his move. Maybe even find his personal belongings back to give him more of an advantage. With that in mind, he stopped himself from using his powers of illusions. The cop lifted his arms, showing that he wasn't going to pull any tricks right now. "Wasting resources for people like this is worthless," said Abbot as if he could glean what the human was feeling. "I believe there are quite a few people would prefer people like them to be killed rather than waste taxpayer money on them. If everyone was killed instead of in jail, there wouldn't be a need for them prisons and jails and the population would likely get culled as needed, leading to fewer fears of over population." The other guard continued to be silent as they watched the exchange, folding his arms across his chest as he stood there. When the prisoner held up his hands to show he wasn't going to try anything. Abbot hummed thoughtfully and briefly checked the human over again to make sure he didn't have anything on him, though they'd done that when knocking the rascal out at the bar before closing the door. The guards then left to go about whatever other things they did when the master was sleeping or preoccupied, heading back down the hall and upstairs, the door's lock clicking behind them. He could see Abbots point, but murder was defiantly the better option of dealing with these criminals rather than locking them up in suffering here. The part where they suffered as even less than human didn't exactly sit right with him. Which in his own made him a hypocrite as many had suffered during his interrogations. With his powers he had made them relieve their worst nightmares over and over again until the brain was basically melted out of his frustrations for getting no useful information." No touching, you already got everything I own" Speak about thorough... As they left Flint made the obvious check of seeing whether the door was truly locked, following by a full check off the cell whether anything of use was still lingering about. A spoon, maybe a basic shiv hidden in some corner, but he was left empty-handed with no resource to find. He huffed annoyed and frustrated, this wasn't how he had planned to spend the rest of his day, or week! He searched on hoping to find a clock, feeling restless for he just had the biggest force nap behind him. The coming hour the was hard to measure was left with him phasing around mumbling and seeking about anything to keep his mind occupied. It came as an actual relieve when the door clicked and his time left in solitude was finally over. It had been a while since Flint had been left within the cell, relatively being ignored by Mold ark as he slept and then took care of some business matters elsewhere but eventually, after a while, he had finally given the clear for Flint to be brought of his cell. Abbot was there again, this time with fresh clothing and another guard to escort the little fox up to the estate. "Congratulations. The boss wants you presentable. Even had fresh clothes picked out for ya." Abbot walked in and made to put cuffs on Flint's wrists before the pair of men would make to grab him and haul him off into the hallway again, this time turning for the stairs that led upwards, once they got through the halls that was. "Finally" Flint mumbled to himself before turning around to see that one familiar face. "Abbot" Seemed like that man was to be his prime caretaker,- or guard depending on how you looked at it. The clothes were not exactly his style, but they were his size and weren't stained. After a few hours in the cell, Flint knew better than to buck against the man for silly reasons such as clothes. Thus, he was rather compliant in accepting the clothes and putting them on. Barely with the last button closed the cuffs already dangled in his vision to be put on. Mentally he cringed from having to wander around with steel around his wrists. Only plus side? They didn't underestimate him, which his ego appreciated. Once again they just had to grab him! "Let go of me, follow Abbot I get it" You didn't need to be a genius, to understand that little fact. What did they expect him to do? Jump through a window as soon as they passed by one? ... It was an alluring thought and definitely one that had crossed his mind while in solitude. (Sorry, I only just saw this due to taking it off my watch list earlier)The man in question briefly lifted a hand in greeting, the male watching as Flint took the clothes and put them on. Even as Flint protested being led by two other guards after Abbot, the man in question didn't bother to tell them off, leading the little fox up into the estate proper and then through the halls until they got to a bathroom. Abbot opened the door. "Let the boss's fox go," he said. The two others did as they were told, one shoving Flint forward and Abbot reached out to catch the shackled man. "You're going to get washed up and clean, then put those nice clothes on you again," said Abbot. "Boss said to tell you take what time you need getting clean but if you're not done in half an hour, you'll be dragged out of here the bath." He pulled out a key and undid the cuffs on Flint before, after letting the man get his balance against Abbot, stepped aside. "There's pretty much everything but razors...boss doesn't trust you to try killing yourself," he said. "Need something, I'll be outside the door." He motioned the other two to leave and then, assuming he wasn't needed, would head outside himself and shut the door behind him. He felt like a rag doll as he was dragged around. His annoyance clear as day, how many times did he have to tell them he was capable of walking by himself. This time the words didn't even seem to reach the guards... Annoying pricks... He didn't know what was worse to be manhandled by them, or intimidated by Abbot who was set on showing his dominance." Right, got it. Get clean but does it fast, he's really demanding isn't he?" Barely surprising that a crime lord was used to running a tight ship around the house. So he got half an hour? Enough time to formulate a plan, but the urge to get rid of his own stench was bigger. It did mean by doing so he was actually obeying the command, which he hated! With some eye-rolling he waved Abbot off for some privacy once again. No razors to kill himself with, he didn't need a razor to do that. Sure it was a quick and easy way to go, but if he was truly suicidal there were more creative ways inside a bathroom for the deed. However, Flint wasn't on that point of desperation. If there was a way out he would find it, even if that meant dealing with Abbot and that scum Murdock for a couple of days. With that motivation in mind, he started the ritual of cleaning himself. The shelves were stocked with a variety of soaps, he picked them at random caring little for the specific scent that he was going to carry on him for the rest of the day. A small amount was dropped in the bath, that Flint sat in after throwing off the new clothes. Strangely bathing was usually something he did fast, but now he felt the need to just sit a little longer. Stretch time and see whether Abbot was truly going to barge in...not that he was going to give them any reason to, after a solid ten minutes he did decide to get out dry himself off, and hoist the fancy new clothes back on. The fact that they were indeed his size, nearly tailored did feel a little creepy. Not that his size was a secret or anything, his build was rather average any medium-size should basically fit him. Maybe it was because the clothes had been a gift from his supposed enemy that made it all feel wrong." Are you still there Abbot?" He yelled at the door, before an answer could come he added more. "I am almost done, don't get impatient okay?" Flint chuckled from the lame attempt at humor that he made. There was nothing funny about it truly, just him opening his big mouth again to break the annoying silence. The last thing he did was brush his teeth, and drink water from the tap. On the bright side, this wholesome short moment made him feel somewhat more human. His energy renewed ready to face the situation with a clear mind. "Okay, am I now ready to seeyourboss?" Flint opened the door as he yapped on, fully expecting Abbot to still be there. Acting the good watchful guard dog, that he was. "The boss has a thing about punctuality," said Abbot in answer to Flint's question about the boss being demanding. When the door shut behind him, he leaned against the wall, folding his arms across his chest as he waited for the fox's bath to commence. The male remained guard like he'd been told by the vampire crime lord, and like Flint had suspected, had indeed been appointed to be the fox's little guard. When the man finally called to question if he was still out there and that he was almost done, so the other shouldn't get impatient, Abbot grunted to himself and didn't deign a reply. When the door opened and Flint came out, Abbot turned to look the man over. "JA," said Abbot. "You're going to walk without the cuffs?" Unsure whether he was glad about at least looking presentable, Flint tucked at the clothes once, before looking Abbot straight in the eyes. He didn't use his little mind-control trick. Clear from the way his eyes remained clear rather than shrouded by his own little power. What he wanted to see was some honesty in those eyes. Was Abbot lying about letting him walk by himself, or was it some joke?" Yes, yes I'll be good and follow you. No need to get those damned cuffs out again"For now...for now he would listen and somewhat obey. But he for sure was going to keep being mouthy about it, with how much he disliked this all. "Which way to your boss?" Abbot was indeed serious about Flint being able to walk by himself, so long as the human didn't cause trouble or try to escape. Abbot huffed at Flint as the other got mouthy and then questioned which way to the boss. Abbot pointed somewhere off to their left and began walking, leading Flint through the decorated halls and up a flight of stairs, moving through more halls as they turned right and when they reached a cherry wood door, Abbot pointed at the door, a silent indication for Flint to go inside. When entering through the door, the sight that would greet Flint would be a library with shelves stacked floor to ceiling. He'd find Mold ark sitting in a window seat with a book in one hand, the windows open to allow in a fresh breeze and natural lighting. As the door opened, the vampire looked up from his book, head turning to see Flint standing within the doorway." Well...how do you like your clothing?" The air notable changed of how he felt around Abbot versus how he felt around the vampire. Abbot as far as Flint was aware was just a human. One living the same amount of years as him, no stacked amount of centuries behind to scheme and plan as the vampire had. It made the man warier as he stepped inside the room, knowing full well this was a monster. Maybe the only advantage he had now, was the fact he could walk around without cuffs. Even though that did little in comparison to the vampire's swiftness. If he tried to kill the crime lord he should do so by surprise. Now wouldn't be a surprise, as Flint didn't even have a weapon on him that could harm his enemy. His heart rate got faster, as he noticed the open window. The fresh air was a nice welcome, as it already felt ages since he had been outside. But as the vampire sat there it started to feel more like a bait that was set up. Luring him to come closer, only to be back within grasp. No, he wasn't going to fall for that trap, thus Flint stayed just a few steps inside. "They are clothes, and they fit... Is it thank you, you want or something?" His lips formed a thin line, as he thought about his own words. "Fine, Thank you" "Well I was going to say that you looked nice,"said Mold ark as he looked over the human who didn't come closer into the library. Even when Flint questioned him, he uttered it so...sarcastically...that the vampire crime lord chuckled to himself." Well, I'm glad you seem to like your outfit at any rate. It seems you enjoyed the chance to clean up as well,"he observed. Setting the book aside, Mold ark swung his legs off the window seat and stood." You are out of your cell and here in such clothing due to I want the company. I also have a business meeting to attend you and wish you to be there. Besides...surely you'd rather be back within your cell?" He scoffed at the sudden compliment that was thrown his way, naturally, Flint didn't trust it to be true. Besides reasonable acts of at least getting clothes, he was by all means still a prisoner here. Stuck in some strange game the crime lord was playing. "Company? Why? Why do you want me to be there?" The cop crossed his arms in suspicion. What kind of extra value did he have to be there in a meeting? Was he to be a token of leverage? Some kind of proof? He couldn't come up with any logical reason on the top of his head. The sigh noted that he was going to give in. "Nah I have seen enough of that cell...what kind of business meeting is it?" "As I said, company...and I need someone taking notes on what happens within the meeting,"said Mold ark." There will be at least one other human companion there from what I've been told...might be someone for you to chat with if this is the case,"he said with a shrug. The other had their arms crossed, staring at him but then gave a sigh, prompting a smile to come to the vampire's face. When he was questioned about what type of business meeting it was, Mold ark's smile disappeared and a sigh escaped him as adjusted himself on the window seat, leaning back against the wall he'd been sitting against when reading his book." Depending on how well you behave at this meeting...well it determines any privileges you may get in the future. As for the type of meeting, it will likely be boring for you. Paper signing, talking over business arrangements...boring things. There is an issue of an incoming shipment of weapons that is being argued over and a territory dispute that for some reason I'm meant to settle both issues." He sighed and looked out the window." The meeting starts within two hours. You may occupy yourself within the library during this time. We will leave twenty minutes before the meeting is to start." There was obvious frustration, bubbling inside the cop. The way the vampire described the fact that there was another human going to be there, sounded more like some set-up play date. Just another human to keep him occupied with while the monsters talked 'grow up' stuff. It ground his gears to be treated like that. "So I am your notary now?" He scoffed, the side of his lip pulling up in disgust. Flint didn't like being forced into doing things, especially when posed with other ultimatums. He knew the ultimatum if this one, misbehave, and likely he could get bored out of his mind again in the cell. Thus throwing a fit had no use, it took great composure not to actually start one as the full plan was explained. All these details of obvious crimes were going to be told in front of him, and while told he couldn't shout his frustration." Fine,-" He spoke between gritted teeth, two hours...two hours not in a cell, that was what he had to tell himself to keep his sanity. To somewhat occupy the time, Flint did peruse the books. But with the pressure of the upcoming meeting, he could hardly concentrate. So he took books, gave them a quick glance before slamming shut and pushing them back on the shelves. This was behavior was kept up for ten minutes, before Flint snapped." Who is going to be the other on there? Another criminal like yourself?" Did he know the name? There were several high-standing crime lords that he had built files on. Some who like Waldron, would be overjoyed to have him out of their way as an obstacle. "For this meeting yes. Abbot is not the most precise notetaker that I'd like, and you are a cop. You should be used to taking legible notes and detailed notes at that." He went back to his book as to kill time while hearing Flint reluctantly speak and then go through the books in the library." Do not destroy my books,"said Mold ark as he heard books being slammed shut. He was then asked who else was going to be at this meeting and if they were going to be other criminals." There will be other crime lords there and a pesky gang leader who is overstepping their boundaries...there are plans in place to take care of them at the meeting in agreement with the others,"said Mold ark." As well as some pesky female who thinks she can take over her old man's turf and encroach into ours. The deal is, get rid of her, then split her territory into three, adding it to the main three with boundaries." Note-taking wasn't exactly his forte, but he could get the job done. That was as much the vampire should expect of him, as for detailed. If you counted random words of 'probably lying' and 'bastard' in between the lines as detailed as he most certainly was detailed. His face turned into a frown as Mold ark explained who was going to be there. Troublesome people, and with taking care of... that probably meant murder, or another victim for the cells down below. "Sounds like you are going to have quite the feast of blood to satisfy yourself with tonight" Flint said, pulling his lip up in disgust again. He wasn't that far away anymore, as he started. With the perusing of books, he dared to come a little closer now that they were just talking. Just not too close, there was at least a reasonable 8 feet still in between them." So what is your end goal, you want to rule the entire city or something? Have your own crooked monopoly?" He grabbed one more book, more so he had something to occupy his nervous hands with. "Too much blood can be just as bad for a vampire as too little blood,"said Mold ark. Now the fox was acting like a cat with the look of disgust he kept shooting the vampire crime lord." Trisha won't be missed at all,"he said, speaking of the woman from earlier." At the very least, food will be served so you'll have something to eat while you're there...perhaps you can talk with the other human and realize you're better off with me,"he said. Looking up from his book, he turned his head to see the little fox had made its way slowly closer to him, though still not within grabbing range." At the moment there is no end goal,"said Mold ark." But pay attention when we get there...there's someone I'd advise two things and to get me if at all possible. I just hope for your sake little fox, that they aren't there." "HMP,- I was pretty well off without you" Flint couldn't help but counter that argument. Better off with a criminal, yeah right! Maybe if horses could fly, which they didn't! The mention of food did soften his mood, being hungry had made him somewhat sour and just the knowledge of having some soon softened that. For now, he had gathered enough information, seemed like the vampire wasn't going to give him more details anyway. With the chosen book in hand, he found himself another chair far enough from Mold ark to sit on. Still grumpy as always he opened it to start reading. At least that made the time go faster than staring at the clock. The book wasn't something he usually found interesting, just some autobiography of someone long dead. "Is it time?" Flint asked several times in between. Making it very well-known how impatient he was, and it was his own small way of annoying the vampires' peace and quiet. After the third time of asking it was indeed time for them to leave. "Finally" The cop said annoyed as he slammed the book shut and rubbed his eyes. Mold ark tended to ignore Flint’s whining even though the questioning was getting on his nerves. When it was time to leave, he closed his book, sliding a ribbon in between the pages to mark his place before getting up and setting the book on the window seat before standing and taking Flint’s arm upon reaching the human, guided it towards the door of the library and then through his estate until they got outside, this being so the human couldn’t leave. Upon reaching the waiting car, a driver opened the back door, and he released Flint to get into the vehicle before getting in after him and the door was shut. Footsteps echoed around the car and the driver got back in and began driving, two guards in the other side of the car and one in the front passenger seat. The car itself was expensive yet also bulletproof and blast proof with four seats in the back facing each other with two being reclining, curtains that could be drawn over the windows and a privacy screen separating the driver and rear passengers. It was a Mercedes-Maybach S600 Pullman Guard with tables for the passengers, a fringe, storage space compartment at the other end, the seats were massaging seats, cupholders that could both cool and heat up drinks and leather seats, each with a pillow. The two y seats could be folded up when not in use. The doors and windows were heavy due to the car being armored, the tires being bulletproof as well with a stainless steel bulkhead behind the rear seats. There was even a TV one could watch that came up between the opposite seats. The car’s engine started, and the car then pulled out away from the estate. Mold ark nodded to one of his guards and the man reached up to press a button, sliding up the privacy screen and making it transparent as they left. The curtains themselves were drawn closed over the windows as they drove from the estate towards their destination. The trio of guards was silent as they drove through the streets until they arrived at their destination. Mold ark held up a hand, indicating Flint to remain seated while the guards got out and scanned the area before one spoke and one opened the door for Mold ark and Flint.” Don’t cause trouble little fox,” said Mold ark as they followed one of his guards, the driver getting out and following as well. The group made their way across the street and into a decent looking building doubling as a butcher/café and tavern and walked inside. The area they were at was a three street area where there were a lot of shady dealings going on, known as the center corridor, and the group were led to a back room, one guard fought with the driver while the others two followed Mold ark to the back where they were shown into a room. Spoiler: Trisha Davidson | Age: 22 | Human Spoiler: Patterson Hook | Age: 8,000 | Demon x vampire Spoiler: Athena Shoal | Age: 1,000 | Were cat Entering the room, they were greeted by three beings, two women and a man and Mold ark internally sighed” Keep away from that one,” warned Mold ark to Flint quietly. The brown haired woman rose to walk over to Mold ark.“Kitten. Your mate still out?” The woman nodded, turning her gaze to Flint.“How cute,” she said to the human. “Why is it here?”“Notary,” said Mold ark, earning an understanding look from the woman before she skipped back to her seat. Mold ark walked in and took a seat at the table, nodding at the dark skinned male and the other woman there before telling Flint to take a seat. There was another human there on the couch, feet curled up underneath them and another one on the floor which seemed more timid than the one on the couch. Without complaint, he followed, it was basically the same for him as what Abbott insisted on. Follow don't run, don't get any funny business in your head. Well his head was already funny, so he couldn't really prevent that...but he got the general gist of it all. The car was nicer than any he had ever sat in before. Mostly because the ones he had driven were the standard police cars and whatever they could get their hands on to pass as a civilian car. Anything fancy wasn't among that, too much attention, just like this one. He wouldn't be surprised if this car got plenty of looks as they passed through the streets, something he wouldn't be able to confirm as the windows were blinded. "Can I enjoy the nice view?" Flint asked but knew the answer. Best not to let him know exactly where they went and how, nor let the outside world see that he was sitting inside of it." No trouble,- as if I cause trouble" Was his comeback, which was as per usual sarcastic. The man rolled his eyes before following the vampire inside. His eyes only momentarily looked at the other three but paid them no mind. He recognized the faces from the wanted list, but none that he had yet gone after himself. Perhaps best, considering he wanted to keep his head on his body. He gave them no bow or other form of greeting, leaving that silly performance all up to Mold ark. His attention was rather drawn to the two humans at the side, were the slaves? Or pets, such as the vampire had described him the first time. Maybe he could ask later if they even dared to talk to him." Yeah, notary" He said in agreement, before sitting down on the seat meant for him. There was a pen and a for now, empty notepad. The pen clicked, as he tried it out with a couple of circles on the pages. At least it worked so that was one problem out of the way. Time to get this over with. Mold ark rolled his eyes as Flint commented and when the man agreed that he was here as a notary. The other two, a dark-skinned man and a blond-haired woman nodded as Mold ark took a seat but didn’t say anything.“New pet I see. What’s its name Mold ark?”” Flint,” said Mold ark shortly." He's not for sale Patterson so don't even think about asking,"growled Mold ark, his ruby eyes darkening." Perhaps you should consider taming it more. It doesn't look beaten down enough. If you need some assistance breaking the human, I'm willing to take it from you and teach it its place."" Well some of us would prefer not breaking our pets' souls with their bodies,"warned Mold ark. The two men stared at each other while the women were silent. The tension between the two males lasted for a few minutes until Mold ark dropped his gaze to the table, a cruel smile coming to Patterson's face before it was gone." Let's start by speaking of any updates," said Athena. "I'll go first. As you know, my mate is currently out of commission at the moment after an attempt on his life and pneumonia which is why I've stepped in for him. The offender was a lower member of our house who has been taken care of along with their family. Businesses are going strong and..." It turned out that things were not alright for Trisha who was having difficulty getting the respect she thought she deserved due to her father. The others tended to brush the woman's words off and then Mold ark spoke." Things have been...somewhat quiet,"said Mold ark." I recently caught a fox that was snooping around and was a thorn in my side,"said Mold ark." A fox? Did you skin it?" Athena questioned." No. I put it in a cage until I get around to taming it and the papers to have a pet fox,"said Mold ark." The fox is contained safely and won't be going anywhere. The police are persistent as ever but haven't made any real moves against me and my territory,"he said. They talked about various businesses and then went around to this weapon shipment that was coming in. This continued until they broke for a meal and the criminal bosses got to their feet before moving the three pets into another room and brought them a platter hot ham and cheese sandwiches and grilled cheese with some celery sticks, a pitcher of lemonade and a pot of tomato soup. The door was then locked from the outside, trapping the pets within the room. There was a small table in the middle of the room where they could eat and chairs around it." Hi! I'm End,"said the brunette. "That's Clark,"he said pointing at the blond-haired male. "You belong to Mold ark?" Spoiler: Endo | Age: 18 | Human | Athena's pet Spoiler: Clark | 20 | Human | Patterson's pet (Yo check your DM's)His facial expression showed disgust for the way that they spoke about him, but the man for once knew how to shut himself up from further comments. Mostly because he preferred not to be passed around between all these crime lords. Dealing with just the vampire was already enough of a hassle. The notes he made were short but efficient, his notary skill wasn't fast enough to write down each spoken word. So instead the pages were compiled of shorts like;Updates: -Recovering mate -Offender death - Business good Trisha's doomed, guns at haven port 80, pick up 01:00More was written down along, with tiny scribbles of him nervously tapping the paper when the subject was about him,- or rather the fox...which he was! Seems like he had a rather big cage, considering he was nowhere and not locked in a cell. The break was a warm welcome as he let out a sigh and placed down the pen. The muscles in his hand had cramped up from narrating everything down. He gave it a rub, smoothing everything out under his skin. It was a small reward to finally see all the food that had been promised. Gladly he dug in, caring little right now about manners or being in another locked room. These humans couldn't harm him even if they tried. He made himself home on the chairs, glancing over at the other two. The youngest spoke up, but none of the words spoken were ones he liked. "No,- I don't belong to him...it's more of a prisoner kind of deal" Kidnapped, that was what it was! Dragged around to do the vampire's bidding. "So what is your deal? End was it?" (Don't have anything in my dms. Try sending a different message with what you sent before.) Endo gave Clark an encouraging smile as the timid male looked longingly at the food before taking a grilled cheese and a ham and cheese before pouring some of the lemonade into three glasses and got some soup into the bowls from the pot. Mold ark's pet helped their self, however the human said he didn't belong to Mold ark and that he was a prisoner." A prisoner. Well...at least you aren't owned by Patterson,"said End sadly. He nodded as the other asked what his deal was and questioned his name." I belong to Athena and probably will until I die, but it's not a bad life. Better than where I was living before, and she's generally nice." Flint had made the obvious observation before. Apparently, Patterson was a real dick! That much was already clear the moment Mold ark stepped in for him. The demon was a walking danger sign if you asked him. Just to be sure he did pop the question to the two humans that were seated. A little interrogation of his own. "Patterson is that bad, huh?"" Why is it not a bad life? Don't you like having freedom?" It reminded him of Mold ark a little. The damned man had said something about that the other pets might convince him this whole deal wasn't that bad. He still doubted that with his whole heart, Flint wasn't meant to be someone's docile pet! He chugged down the lemonade, without taking a breath of air in between. That he looked like a glutton didn't faze him, the human was famished and dehydrated. Now that he finally had nutrition before him, he could feel how his lips were slightly chapped as an effect. Clark flinched and End nodded." He's a real prick,"said End needlessly. "He's the reason Clark's so timid and doesn't talk." When he was asked about if he liked having freedom and why it wasn't a bad life being someone's pet, End shrugged." Could be worse. Could be in a foster home and rumor says they aren't fun. Could be missing and dead somewhere. Athena treats me well...makes sure I get doctor appointments, food and shelter. My parents weren't the greatest people to me...it's better this way." "So he doesn't talk at all?" He took a bite of one of the celery sticks. Normal he didn't eat a lot of greens but since he was hungry he would make an exception. Beggars can't be choosers, in this case. "He can't hear you now,- properly. Do they hear through that door?" The rest that he hadn't bitten off was pointed at the closed door. Contemplating trying out whether it was truly locked or not. Endo got the same shrug in return "Been there done that,- If you had to choose between Mold ark and Athena,- who would you choose? Patterson is out of the question of course" End shook his head." No,"he said. Clark nibbled at one of the sandwiches End served him. As Flint asked if they could hear them through the door, End shook his head. "You can thank master Mold ark for that,"said End." He made the room soundproof, but we're generally left alone during lunch." As he was asked if he could choose between Mold ark or Athena, End smiled. "Athena. I may be a human, but she treats me like a person and not a toy or object,"he said. Thank him? All he could be thankful for was a few minutes of quiet time. But instead, he was stuck with these two, who by all means just seemed more and more pathetic in his eyes as the minutes passed by. Except for Clark maybe, that man probably was broken to the core... Just a husk walking around with barely a shred of humanity left inside." Nothing bad about being human, you are a person. That you are treated as such shouldn't be special" He countered, his voice laid with disgust about how glorified this Athena person was for showing basic decency. He couldn't wait for his moment to break out, and dissolve this entire crime ring. Although the deeper he got into it, the clearer it was that wasn't such an easy feat as his mind made it up to be. At this point mostly his emotions were speaking and not so much common sense. Eating, Flint waited out the rest. Nothing of use was going to come out of these boot licking excuses of humans. The crack of the door, made his head turn as the vampire was there once again. Shrugging in response, End went back to his meal, Clark wolfing his down without leaving much room to breathe. There was a tension in the air after Master Mold ark's human, at least End assumed Flint was human, and End no longer spoke at all. So, when the door was opened by one of Mold ark appeared at the door, the vampire looked silently at the trio." Playing nicely?" Endo nodded while Clark flinched and a sigh emitted from the vampire crime lord. He strode into the room and settled down in front of Clark, gripping the human's chin in a hand and turning his face to the side. Seeing the bruise on the human's neck and extending down underneath his shirt, the vampire sighed. Getting to his feet and patting Clark lightly on the head, he turned and walked out. The rest of the evening went relatively well, Flint being kept close by Mold ark as they finished up their business. When it was time to deal with Trisha, Athena won the argument and soon the human was deceased, torn apart with a bullet in her head. While the woman was left to for Amelia's people to take care of, the trio worked on figuring out what parts of her territory would be taken by the three crime bosses. The territory the deceased woman now lost was quickly hashed out on who would get what, Mold ark stepping in for getting the casinos and brothels as well as the western half with marina and port while Amelia got the central and north with Patterson getting the east and south." We're leaving Flint. Good day Amelia. Say hello to your mate for me will ya?"" Of course Mold ark and be a dear...come around more often."" I shall see about arranging it, perhaps when your mate is better,"said Mold ark, pausing to kiss Amelia lightly on her cheek before lifting his gaze to Patterson. He didn't say anything to the male but put his hand on Flint's shoulder and hurriedly guided the human out to the car, Abbot and his guards that had followed them in heading out after. When they were in the car, he told the driver to take him, only for End to hurry out after them. Mold ark rolled down the window and a wrapped package was shoved into the guard's hands with a couple bottles of the lemonade from earlier. Mold ark rolled the window up again, and the driver headed off to their next destination, the port." So, what did you think of your day so far? Seems Amelia insists on feeding us both,"he said as he opened the package and pulled out a cup of celery sticks." Did you get along with End and Clark?"

It is a crime [Zhazha&ZAlcyoneus]|rating:3.0

Blown Cover (Jonathan White & Songless)

At 8:15AM, a dark green Subaru pulled into a full parking lot outside a warehouse belonging to an obscure shipping company. The driver was the very last to arrive for the workday. Knowing she was fifteen minutes late, she scrambled out of the car, straightening her chocolate brown pencil skirt, and scurried toward the building. Though she was in a hurry, her heels didn’t seem to give her much trouble across the parking lot. At the side door, she adjusted the strap on her satchel and strode into the carpeted hallway. She held her breath and fast-walked, practically straight-legged, past the offices on either side of her until she reached the elevator at the end of the hallway. She didn’t need any crap from her co-workers about being late. Furthermore, she inserted an ID card in the slot above the call buttons, pressed for down, and waited, tapping her toe anxiously. With a loud ding, the doors opened; two heads popped out into the hallway to catch a glimpse of the latecomer before she disappeared into the elevator. She wiped her palms on her skirt and pressed B for basement. The button lit up, and a light ran up and down the plastic circle, scanning her thumbprint. “Jennifer Hastings,” she said loudly and clearly. She heard the familiar computer voice inform her that her identity had been confirmed, and then the elevator’s second ding. The doors opened to a great, open room full of cubicles and with conference rooms and more elaborate offices along the outside walls. One of her pale hands clenched the strap on her bag until her knuckles turned white; she walked at an ordinary but deliberate pace toward her desk at a far corner of the room as if nothing was out of the ordinary, though her cheeks burned bright pink. She hated being late. Finally, she reached her little sanctuary without incident and plopped onto her chair, setting the satchel at the foot of her desk. She kept her desk tidy and void of personal items; it was all business with her. She had memos, calendars, and various other papers tacked all over the walls; not even one picture of a sibling, parent, or boyfriend. Sighing, she turned her computer on and slumped back in her chair, closing her eyes and waiting for the log-in screen. Jennifer Hastings was a rather petite woman; small and delicate, and with a mousy personality to match. Her slender form only gave her a little over five feet in height—5’3” according to the company’s official records. She kept her coppery red hair long, and today she wore it up, fastened with black chopsticks with a lock of hair framing each side of her face. Her eyes were a deep green, and her pale skin had a light dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She always dressed in a businesslike manner, pencil skirt and blouse, sometimes a matching jacket if it was chilly. No jacket today; just the brown skirt and white blouse. Despite her neat and tidy appearance, she seemed rather harried this morning. Just as she entered her user ID and password, she saw a face pop up over the cubicle wall. “Are you okay?” the other woman asked. “You’re never late…”“Good morning to you, too,” Jenny grumbled. “I’m alright. There was an accident on my street this morning; traffic was really backed up…” It was a lie, and her neighbor knew it. “Come on, ‘fess up,” she coaxed. “You weren’t working all night, were you? Or… Were you out all night? Is there a guy?!” Jenny blushed. “No, Annie, there’s no guy,” she laughed. “I couldn’t sleep, that’s all.” Another lie, well…a half-lie. She had, indeed, been up all night, but at a briefing session, rather than tossing and turning in her bed. There was no need for Annie to know that, though, or anyone else she worked with for that matter. Around the same time, a 30-year-old operative named Michael Thorton was busy checking his e-mail in his office. And yet again, thinking of Jenny from the block. The block of cubicles, that is. He had to make this distinction because Jennifer Lopez and Jennifer Hastings were both hot to him, but he had trouble remembering Jennifer's mousy look. She did have a great ass, though. He personally made sure of that with every visit. MMM. Ass: check. He was a veteran, he said whenever he could. Did some shit down in Iraq while they were still trying to occupy it in whatever cocksure plan they had for it. Hacking, finding his way through Wi-Fi networks and planting bugs. Monitoring internet traffic when there was still a need to monitor internet traffic in Iraq. And the slimiest part of all: He was given the job to monitor the traffic of his fellow soldiers to make sure they didn't pull another Bradley Manning. That meant monitoring BitTorrent traffic and seeing all the disgusting shit they downloaded. Weird porn, video games, movies - one of them got caught using a VPN, and he made sure, while that soldier was asleep, that he wasn't downloading child pornography or anything. For his commendations, he got promoted to Sergeant, but he didn't want it. He left the Army as soon as possible, on the cusp of the big pullout. And then he found a job here not long after he left. They came to him. He had a love of stealth games, silenced firearms, and hacking. He had a love of money and espionage, and for a few brief moments, pretending to be James Bond. Or was it Jason Bourne? Who was cooler, still? And so this was the job he did for about four years. Now he was 30 and he was pretty well off. Except for his love life. He didn't like bars, and he didn't like the bar culture, and somehow trying to find women to date outside those environments was awkward as hell given his super spy status. But he always had a thing for Jennifer. The way she walked in. The shy attitude towards him. The way she reacted when he teased her. He imagined kidnapping her, taking her back home, and tying her up so he could tease her all night, watching her wiggle as he undressed her, having her trade her begging for kissing... MMM. He began to check his e-mail. Jenny glanced at the clock at the bottom of the screen; it was only 8:23. If she was going to be late, she wished she had been just a little bit later. The operatives usually went in for their briefings at 8:30. That meant there was still a window of opportunity fortieth come around and annoy her. For months, she wanted nothing more than to turn around and give Michael Thorton the proper thrashing he deserved, but the Jenny at the office would never do such a thing...she would sit there and take it with a blush and a stammer for him to cut it out. Sighing, she pulled a black cord from the front of her blouse and lifted it over her head, careful not to disturb her chopsticks. A USB dangled from the long necklace, and she removed its cover and inserted it into her computer. More passwords, and she had spreadsheets, calendars, documents, and dossiers at her fingertips. She knew things at work would start to get rather crazy, so she had been working on getting the next week's engagements arranged as soon as possible. This might have been her first time being late, but she couldn't be sure if it would be her last; she had to make sure her employers would see her as an efficient worker. If they recognized how much she did for them, they might forget a few "insignificant" details about her and her habits..." Let's see," she murmured, clicking through her files, making sure everything checked out; she needed to make sure she didn't overbook the operatives in her care. That was her job; she had a handful of operatives whom she scheduled for the company's services. She made sure they had good aliases, proper transportation, and detailed itinerary. She was also always on call in case they ran into trouble; they could call her, and she would access the security video feed at their location so she could help them out. None of her people were out yet today, and according to her calendar, she didn't have to don her headset for at least three hours. After a few minutes of browsing over today's activities, she peeked out of her cubicle; only a few of her operatives would have received her reminder email that they had a meeting this morning. They never discussed the details of an operation via email. That information was limited to briefing meetings and visits to her office. She had reinforced her reputation for shyness by never really talking to her operatives. She would just hand them a folder and USB with all the information they needed: blueprints, new identities, etc. They never complained about her because she always came through in a pinch; she might not speak to them much in person, but she was very helpful over the phone if they ran into difficulties on a job. Just thinking about her operatives reminded her to get the folders and make sure they were ready and without mix-ups. She dug through her satchel, pulling out three folders, each clearly marked with an operative's last name. She was so glad Thorton wasn't one of hers; he was somebody else's problem. Furthermore, she looked through the paperwork and then reached into a pocket on her bag for the corresponding USBs. All set. Now, all she had to worry about for the next couple of hours was setting up next week's agenda. So far, so good. Another benefit to being the "efficient worker" was that she could now have concrete information for her real job. The e-mail was boring office politics and drab garbage. What he hated about the job. They never discussed mission details in the e-mail services, and when they did, it was usually in codes. He considered that a very smart move. Even though they were on an intranet and only had internet access for research, they had to make things look as inconspicuous as possible. After he finished reading his e-mail, he stopped in to give Jenny her daily teasing at her cubicle on the way to his daily briefing. He smiled as he saw her in the office, going over her things." I heard an angel works in the same office as I do," he said to her, walking in, and taking a seat next to her. "I have to say I agree." Jenny was the petite secretary-looking obsession of his. She was petite, shy, and definitely hiding a sexy body underneath her office clothes, he figured. He loved coming up with things to say or that would embarrass her and make her blush. The way her blush spread across her freckles made him want to kiss her face. But not yet. Maybe soon, he told himself. That was always the thing. 'Maybe soon.'" I brought you atom," he said to her. In the dirtiest fashion possible. But he really did bring her a toy." Close your eyes, and I'll show you what it is." One thing Jenny hated about this job was that she wasn't allowed to go armed. No gun, no knives, nothing...she wasn't even bugged. If she was found out at work, she was on her own; she was weaponless and without means to signal her employers that the game was up. She didn't really like playing the helpless desk bitch. When she heard that familiar voice coming around the corner of her cubicle, she clenched her fingers around the edge of her desk. She had to wonder if Michael would pull this kind of shit if he knew what she was really capable of...if he saw her spread at a shooting range; if he watched her in hand-to-hand training, holding her own against multiple opponents at once. For now, though, she was the shy secretary who couldn't stand up for herself if her life depended on it. Soft pink blossomed across her cheeks as he entered her little office. She'd had to work particularly hard to get the blushing thing down. The trick was to think of past affairs she had on previous jobs, remembering hands all over her body and passionate kisses from lovers she would never see again...mostly due to the fact that she'd put a bullet in a couple of them... To Michael, though, it was a blush of embarrassment, of innocence, of an inability to cope with sexuality." S-Stop it, Michael," she whispered. "Please, I have a lot of work to do..." She slowly spun her chair to face him, crossing her legs at the ankle. "If I do this, will you go?" she asked, her voice somewhat pleading. He smiles momentarily as she crosses her ankles and blushes, but he realizes he doesn't want to torture this poor girl too much. It was a bit unfair, her being a coordinator and him being the operative." Awww. I'm sorry," he says to her. "You're cute, but there has to be a better way of doing this." He gives her a wink and without telling her to close his eyes, he pulls a small glass music box out of the breast pocket of his shirt. He smiles and sets it down in front of her. "There you go. See? It's nothing bad," he says to her. "Look... I have to get to a meeting in a few minutes. But I am interested in talking to you. Maybe coffee later?" He was expecting a 'no' reply. Even a polite turn down was fine. He waited for her answer before he went over to the meeting. When he got to the meeting, he sat in the middle of the crowd of chairs and waited for the briefing. He didn't sit in the back (would make him look like a slacker) or in the front (would make him look like a kiss-ass). But he was there, ready, and he had experience to do his job. He leaned back in the hard plastic, put one leg up over his knee, and sighed. Mornings. Why did they have to have them again? They were for sleeping through, not for briefings and pre-work rituals such as this one. He briefly wondered if the assignment he got this time would be him stealthily invading a sorority house at the college for some secret data written by an unwitting college girl on her laptop. Or maybe one of those action-style scenes, where a sexy scientist concocts a formula to turn iron into gold, and he would have to be her bodyguard, resulting in an action movie style adventure that ended with the both of them in bed at an island beach resort as his employer tried to reach him over the satellite phone... Sure you're sorry...she thought skeptically. Yeah, right. She bit her lower lip, gazing up at him, a picture of a woman who had no idea what to do. Jenny really didn't have a clue what Michael was up to; he was very suggestive about this "toy," but he couldn't whip out some sex toy in the office! He was bold, but he wasn't stupid. She watched his hands, surprised he didn't insist for her to close her eyes. She wasn't sure if she would is he did ask... The sight of the music box left her dumbstruck. She hadn't known what to expect, but she was certain this wasn't it. She stared at the thing on her desk, her expression visibly softening. Michael was always forward and flirty; she wouldn't have suspected him of being capable of such a sweet gesture. The real Jenny still wanted to smack him and accuse him of some ploy to get under her skirt, but the secretary Jenny was moved. She smiled sheepishly and turned back to face him, tucking a stray coppery lock behind her ear. "I don't know, Michael," she replied, casting her eyes to the floor and blushing even more deeply. "I do have a lot of work to do, but I'm really exhausted. I could use some coffee later, I guess. We'll see, okay?" She watched him go and spun her chair back to her computer. Fuckshe thought. This can't be good... Well, maybe it would be okay for "Jenny" to start acting like a real human being instead of a machine... Ugh! FUCK! Why can't he just leave me alone! Just a few more months, and I'm out of here... He couldn't just keep things simple; he just had to make things more complicated! Still flushed, she started typing furiously at her keyboard, zooming through emails and marking the ones she'd have to go back to. Annie's head popped up again." So... Are you really going to have coffee with him?" the woman asked, raising an eyebrow at her coworker." I- I don't know," Jenny answered, not looking up from her screen. "Maybe. Depends on how much I get done."" You're blushing..."" Shut up!"" Oooh, feisty," Annie giggled. "He'll like that... You should go, you know. You're such a workaholic, Jenny; it won't hurt you to have a little fun." There were five other operatives in the briefing room with Michael. They were being filled in on a surveillance job; it was a petty man wanting to have his wife followed on her trip to Switzerland with her girlfriends. Their organization didn't usually bother with those kinds of jobs, but the guy had been a longtime customer. They didn't want to lose his patronage, so they accepted the task. Once the situation was explained, the gentleman at the front of the room excused the lot to go see their coordinators. "Except you, Thorton," the man's voice boomed. There were many odd looks from the other operatives, each of them wondering what was up. Was he being given a solo assignment, or was he in trouble?" It's okay, you're not in trouble. Close the door," he instructed. He sat back down at the head of the conference table and gestured for Michael to have a seat next to him. Folding his hands on the table, he sighed heavily and continued, "This is embarrassing, really... We have a mole. Do you remember a few months back, when we lost Dobson? She went to a drop point and ended up getting shot? Her coordinator went ballistic but really worked a miracle for us getting Dobson out of there alive... Do you remember who her coordinator was?" He paused for a moment, and answered his own question. "Jennifer Hastings. At first, we thought nothing of it; everyone stumbles upon a set-up at least once in their career, and she's done good work for us for a long time. Well, we don't think it was an accident anymore. We found a footprint in our system; she's been doing a bit of digging lately. We don't know what she got, what she was looking for, or who she's working with, but the footprint traced back to her. Thorton, you're one of our best, and I want this handled delicately. I don't want anyone else knowing what Ms. Hastings has been up to. If one mole is uncovered, there could be a panic, and I don't want a witch-hunt on my hands." He slid a folder across the table. "This is where I want you to take her for questioning. We're not holding anyone there at the moment, so you'll be undisturbed. I'll contact you if you need to vacate the facility after you get her there. Now, I don't want her to suspect what we know, so don't pounce until after she leaves work. Is that understood?" "Except you, Thorton," the gentleman had said, and Michael froze in his seat. Thinking of Jenny. Oh shit, he thought. Sexual harassment training. That was the first thing that had come to mind. Jenny might have decided that she wasn't going to take it anymore, and went straight to her bosses. He went over to the gentleman's desk and sat in the chair that was offered. Blurt it out now?he thought. Then he heard that he was in trouble. He tried his hardest to not visibly breathe a sigh of relief as he got up to go close the door." Sorry, sir," Thorton said to the gentleman. "Was momentarily... distracted by something else." He listened to him talk about the Dobson incident. "The Dobson incident... yeah, we had a bit of a falling out with the Mafia in New York," said Michael. "I remember the coordinator, she was Jenn-"The man started up again. He let him talk. He talked about possible moles and footprints in the system and knew that the organization had a mole. A Jenny shaped mole. God dammit. And even worse, they didn't know what exactly she had gotten. They didn't know anything at all about her, except for the fact that she was a mole, and that she was taking sensitive data into her own hands." All right," Michael said. "Did she delete the log files? What did she try to get? I think she's not all that computer savvy, but if she's an impostor, then what we may know about her may not be all that accurate." As soon as the gentleman answered the question, he would get up, be in his office all day until quitting time psyching himself out and gathering his resources for what could be an interrogation with the coworker he had been hitting on for quite a while. "As far as we can tell, she hasn't messed with anything," Michael's superior answered. "No booby traps, no deletions. It looked like she was trying to copy information on our client roster. She's not the best hacker, but she was good enough to get through to our databases. We probably would have missed her if we hadn't upgraded security a few days before she got in. We couldn't keep her out, but we were able to track her down. Now, that said about our security upgrades...for all we know, she might have been doing this multiple times before the upgrade. We don't know. That's for you to find out, Thorton. I want to know how much she's taken, how much she's leaked, and who she's giving it to. Do whatever it takes to get that backstabbing bitch to talk." Later on, inside the folder, Michael would find a picture of a warehouse similar to the one above their offices, just a bit smaller. It was a few hours drive away from their current location. The folder also contained the building's address and a safe number to call if anything went wrong. Jenny's eyes were drooping as she continued sorting through files. Her desktop screen was nearly covered with digital sticky notes. She had listed the jobs, prioritized by deadline, and was working through them one at a time...after making check lists for each one so she could make sure she included everything she was supposed to for each folder. She was halfway through the first checklist when she couldn't stay awake anymore. Furthermore, she slumped over her desk, one hand on her mouse, the other arm folded under her head like a pillow. Little did she know, it was nearly time for her coffee break...and possibly her short "talk" with Michael. He had planned to lock himself in his office until the time came to do his job, because his job officially started after regular work hours and he figured what the hell, might as well get some internet flash games in while I am at it. Then another thought hit him:Coffee. Yeah. That's it. He went out of his office, walked through the maze of cubicles, and went to the staff break room. Someone had for some reason re-labeled it the "Snackateria" and for a brief moment he thought of the people who let these decisions fly: Well-intentioned but not all there older executives in yellow tracksuits. He got some coffee from the coffee machine and sipped at it slowly, watching the employees come and go with snacks and drinks. Maybe Jenny would show up. He could sweet talk her into something. What he meant to do he wasn't sure. "Hmm?" Jenny moaned sleepily, opening one eye. Annie was standing in her cubicle, poking her with the eraser of a pencil. She blinked up at her coworker before realizing that she had dozed off. She bolted upright with a squeak. "Oh my God, thanks! I owe you, Annie."" Good," Annie replied with a grin. "Get your ass over to the break room, and we're even."" What?"" You heard me! I saw Michael heading over there just a couple of minutes ago. I came over to check on you, but...well...we both know what happened."" I can't," Jenny whined. "I have to catch up on the work I could have been doing while I was asleep..."" You're going," Annie growled. "Or I'll let the boss know you were napping on the job!"" Okay, okay," Jenny sighed, getting out of her seat and straightening her skirt. "I'm going."" Good girl." She grabbed her mug from her desk drawer, a white one with cat paw prints all over it, and wound her way through the office to the break room. She barely had time to manage a cute blush before walking through the door. Michael was already in there, drinking his coffee. Casting her gaze bashfully to the carpeting, she said, "Sorry... I lost track of time..." Smiling shyly, she moved past him to the coffee maker, pouring some into her kitty mug. While she poured cream into her drink, she occasionally cast him a nervous glance. The Jenny that the office knew wouldn't be the first to speak, other than her greeting of course, so she maintained her timid silence. "Aw, that's okay," he said to her as he watched her fill her kitty cat mug full of coffee. "You're busy, is all. I'm just glad you have a moment available." He moved behind her as she poured cream into her coffee, closing his eyes as he got the scent of the shampoo." You're shy," he whispers to her. "I like that a lot. But what do you do for fun after work?" He said this with a bit of temerity. Knowing full well it was impolite as hell to ask a coworker out on a date. At least for him - he liked to keep business, but this was no longer just business. This was possibly very important business with a bonus of pleasure in the mix." Me... well, I'm not very sociable. As a matter of fact, this whole work thing is kind of what I do. I run on a very uneven schedule because the boss is sending me out to go on jobs and such. I'm thankful for every night I get to sleep in my own bed." Her nerves prickled as he stepped behind her; she wasn't sure if she liked him standing that close. Maybe if things had been different she could have enjoyed the attention, but he really made her job harder because she had to stop herself every time she could have played along with his teasing. She stirred her coffee, trying to keep her hands steady and her breathing easy. Her chest felt a little tight, since she really didn't plan on having someone like Jenny the mouse. She had assumed such a role to keep attention away from herself and ideally discourage coworkers from taking an interest. She'd had a few guys hitting on her at first, but it wore off when they realized she wasn't just playing hard to get. They didn't want to have to put the time into breaking her out of her shell. Michael, though, he was persistent. It was sort of sweet, but she had to wonder...did someone put him up to this? A bet, maybe. Or, perhaps she was just next on his list of hot secretaries to bang. He was attractive and a top operative; he could probably have any woman in the office that he wanted...and she figured he'd at least sampled his share. Sighing, she set her mug down." I don't think you want to hear about the book club and knitting circle," she said sarcastically with a small smile, her back still to him. "Guys like you, Michael, don't like women like me." She turned around to face him, her back against the coffee counter. "Guys like you want forward girls-- cute, flirty girls who just want to have fun with the operatives' top dog. Right? So, just tell me who put you up to it, and if it's a big enough bet, I'll try to help you out so we can just go back to our lives. Okay?" It was the most she'd ever said to him in one go, but she made it sound like it was something she had kept pent-up for a long time. The blush was there, too, burning even pinker once she finished speaking. She was definitely playing on Jenny's front of insecurities, and she hoped he was buying it. "Well, you're right about the knitting circle. But the book club..." He smiles at her as she turns around to face him. After she's finished speaking, he says "I like books. I'm not just a physical guy. I'm reading a nice one right now. It's about an international spy who gets tired of the girls he usually meets, and finds himself teasing his secretary. He loves teasing his secretary, because she blushes in the cutest way and gets nervous about the images he puts in her head. He plays with her like a kitten plays with a ball of yarn, slowly unraveling her to find out what she's like..." Then he finally processed the part of her speech where she said 'who put you up to this'. Okay. If you want to play this game..." If you must know... Nicholson. Nicholson, my handler, thinks that the cute, flirty girls that I usually see are too little of a challenge for me. So much so that he put up five thousand bucks to see if I could have you for a full date. Dinner, then back to your place for hot sex. I'll split the bet with you. And I'll even buy you some cute lingerie. All for making up a hot sex story during dinner and coffee at your place. What do you say?" Jenny folded her arms over her chest, an eyebrow raised in disbelief at the description of his "latest read." Oh, ha-ha. Very funny, she grumbled inwardly. Are you trying to be cute? She had to fight off a satisfied smirk; he had bought it--that poor little Jenny couldn't believe that a guy would want her without some sort of outside incentive. Though, it was almost depressing that she had been right. Before she took this job, men were her playthings. Now, she'd driven all of them off with this mousy disguise. Even Michael was in it for a bet. Her shoulders sagged a bit as she sighed. "I knew it," she said softly, her lips forming a small smile that seemed to hide some disappointment Nicholson...she snarled to herself. So HE'S the prick who's been making my job harder. I'll kill him..." Nicholson, huh?" she replied, nodding. "Hmm... How about your place? I could even spend the night and borrow one of your shirts for work tomorrow. More convincing, you know?" She couldn't have him come to her apartment. She didn't want him to know where she lived, and she didn't want to risk him finding anything incriminating. Furthermore, she was certain she had hidden everything properly before work, but you never know... He might snoop, and she couldn't afford that. She'd have to shoot him, and the entire operation would be compromised. So, she gave him a little more than he had asked for (the overnight stay) as motivation to keep things at his place. "Sounds like a deal," he whispers to her. "I'll spray some of my cologne on it so he can't welsh from the bet." He smiles at her. "Okay then. After work. Your car or mine?" After she answered, he did something weird - he pressed the tip of his nose up against hers, stared into her eyes, and gave her a kiss on the lips. Then he immediately moves away from her and says "See you after work!" As if he had just asked her out on a small, innocent date. He breathed softly, walking back to his cubicle. Okay. That was done. Now it was time for the actual preparation. He went to the armory and quickly got some stuff for his mission. Chloroform. Handcuffs. Lots of restraints, a stun gun, and a pistol. Just in case she had anyone following her. The armory clerk gave him a strange look as he checked all of this stuff out. He quickly took the stuff and put it in the trunk of his car. He felt weird. Like one of those creeps on America's Most Wanted. He slammed the trunk door shut and went back into the office to wait out the day. She had been on dates for the job several times before, but she never anticipated needing to do it as Jenny. It was maddening, even if this was a fake date just to get Thorton off her back. He was going along with her suggestions, no hitches until he asked which car they would take... She bit her lower lip, thinking about it. She didn't like not driving herself, but she liked the idea of having him in her car even less. "I- I suppose I can leave my car here overnight. I'll let security know," she murmured. He had moved even closer; she stiffened as he leaned forward, her emerald eyes wide and staring into his. "Whey--" she started, but his lips met hers. It took a great deal of discipline for her to remember herself and not respond as she usually did to such gestures... With men of the past, this meant a passionate reciprocation full of heat and desire, or a left hook to the jaw. Jenny remained stock still, even after a few moments after he left. When another coordinator came in to get his coffee, she unfroze, mechanically scooped up her own drink, and tottered back off to her own office. Once the mug was safely on the desk, she plopped heavily onto her chair and ran the tips of her fingers over her lips. "Are you okay?" came Annie's voice from over the wall." F-Fine," Jenny stammered, flustering around her cubicle and pretending to be busy." So, what happened?"" We're, um, meeting up after work-- Shut UP, will you?!" Annie had just started to bounce and squeal a bit with delight. "Listen," Jenny continued. "It's stupid, really. It's not even a real date, okay? His handler put him up to it, so I'm just playing along so he can leave me alone and move on to flirting with women he actually likes." She sighed, and both women went back to work. Several hours later, Jenny had completed several bookings for the next week and helped her operatives through some tricky operations without mishap. She needed to be careful, especially after the Dobson incident. She was a little distracted throughout the day, though, by the prospect of her fake date later on. Furthermore, she tried not to think about it, but it kept creeping back into her mind. Furthermore, she would have liked to change before going out, but it seemed like Michael wasn't bothering with it, so she didn't really need to worry about it that much. As soon as her office hours were through, she slipped off to the ladies' room with a small bag. She touched up on her foundation and darkened her eye shadow for more of an evening look, and she let her hair down from her chopsticks. Taking a deep breath, she exited the bathroom and collected her things from her cubicle. She didn't have to worry about her satchel; she took nothing with her to work that would connect her to her true employers. He wouldn't find anything if he chose to go through her bag. She settled on her desk chair again, waiting for Michael to meet her, since her little office was on the way to the door. "We're gettin' cheeseburgers, we're gettin' cheeseburgers," Michael sung to himself as he stepped out of his office. He had spent the day on YouTube in preparation for his mission. "I will have a single cheeseburger, I will have a double cheeseburger, I will have - "He quickly cut out the song as he got to Jenny's desk. He was wearing his sport coat over his shirt and smiling." Hey there," he said to Jenny as he leaned against her cubicle wall. "Are you ready to screw a guy... out of a thousand bucks?" Way to go, Thorton, he thought to himself. Despite this outburst, he had been on a date before. Several, as a matter of fact. Where he was a hell of a lot more smooth and suave than this. So what was driving him to say shit like this? He thought about the possible causes as to why he would say such a thing. Chivalry? Obligation? Politeness?" So where did you want to go to eat?" he said to her. Jenny spun in her chair a bit while she waited. It was childish, but who could resist a spinning desk chair? She knew she caught one of her coworkers rolling theirs back and forth across their cubicle at least once. She spun one way, and then the other, leaning back in her seat. Furthermore, she wondered if there was a specific place he wanted to take her. Furthermore, she felt better knowing this was a fake date, meaning Michael's flirtation hadn't really been genuine. That meant she might not have to worry about compromising Jenny's persona by whatever means she had to use to keep his hands off... Unless of course they drank too much... She sighed; the sooner this was over, the better. She stopped her spinning with a quick heel to the base of her chair when she heard Michael's voice. The light blush returned to her face, and she frowned a little. She had hoped he might be a little nicer now that she was doing him a favor, but he still seemed determined to tease her. She got up and straightened her skirt, and came out of her cubicle. Furthermore, she shrugged when he asked her where she'd like to eat, and then it hit her... He wouldn't stop teasing, so she was going to get a little payback. He struck her as a guy who loved meat, so..." Well, I probably should have mentioned this earlier, but I'm a vegetarian," she lied. "There's a place downtown I sometimes go when I don't feel like cooking. Maybe you've heard of it; it's called Nazi's?" Quite a few people knew about Nazi's. When it first opened, there was an article in the paper about their meat-free menu. For a lot of people, that fact alone put it on their blacklist, but it did well enough. She truly enjoyed the food when she didn't crave meat, and the atmosphere was pleasant. "Nazi's," he said out loud. Internally he was trying to swallow the word down his gullet like he was swallowing a small mole rat. He knew what was there and it wasn't cheeseburgers. Probably tofu burgers, but definitely not cheeseburgers. All in the name of love, he thought. Maybe this was retribution from all the teasing he gave her. Maybe this was a test of his operative abilities. Eat all the vegetables to complete the mission. And damn it, he would eat all those vegetables to keep the company safe. And afterward... dessert, in the form of a lovely secretary who was a mole." Okay," he said to her. "Let's go to Nazi's. My car, right?" Maybe he could chloroform her before he left. The downside was that it would bring attention, especially when everyone was leaving work. One false move and everyone would be dialing the cops and shit would get incredibly bad. She smiled brightly and rather obliviously at him, as if she hadn't noticed his tone, while her mind secretly cackled. "Thanks for understanding," she said sweetly. "I'm just really uncomfortable with the idea of eating animals. It kinda turns my stomach..." She picked up her bag and left with him down the hallway. Most of their other coworkers had left as soon as the clock struck five. While the stragglers worked to finish up whatever they didn't feel like leaving until later, she had been in the bathroom, getting ready for her "date." The cubicles were empty now, but they still weren't the only ones left in the building. They had to stop by the security office on the first floor so she could let the officers know she was leaving her car after hours. As they went through the hallway toward the exit, she wondered what he drove." Just so we're clear," she said. "The bet entails going out to dinner and claiming to have slept together, right? I mean, if we're going to go to all this trouble, I don't want to overlook a little detail and miss out on some good money." He drove a modest car - a Chevy Cavalier Z24. Something classy that got great gas mileage, had lots of nice features, and was a great bargain." Yeah," he said to her. "I have to bring back receipts. For the lingerie and the meal. It'll take a little work on both our parts to make sure that they believe we've had sex. Come in a little late with your hair mussed up. I don't know, have a beer before work? That's probably something you shouldn't do, though." He turned off the alarm in his car before electronically unlocking the doors. There was a little bit of delight on his face as the doors popped and the alarm beeped. He could hear the satellite radio in his car turn on automatically to his favorite station. He pressed another button and the doors opened up by themselves." I've done that a hundred times and I still never get tired of it," he said to her. Jenny had to follow him closely, not knowing which car to head toward. When he started in the direction toward the Chevy, she had to nod in approval. Practical but nice, and not too flashy; she didn't really care for American cars, but this one wasn't too bad. "Hold on a minute," she stammered. "I thought you were kidding about the lingerie! You know, something you thought might be a nice perk!" Sighing, she decided she wasn't going to back out just because of a little lace. Besides, he was buying, and no one said she had to wear it... "He didn't ask for pictures, right?" she asked uncomfortably as she slid into the passenger seat. Her skirt had ridden up to her mid-thigh from this maneuver, so she hurriedly straightened it, pulling it down to just past her knee and blushing deeply. As far as she was concerned, that was the only amount of skin he was ever going to see. "So, should we take care of the lingerie first or head straight to Nazi's?" Whenever they bought the lingerie, she definitely wanted to be present to make sure he didn't get anything too crazy. It had to be believable, and she didn't want the office to think that Thorton was some kind of miracle worker--turning her into a total nymphomaniac overnight. She didn't want people to think she had helped pick out lingerie; she wanted the story to run that he bought the lingerie without her knowledge while she was at some other store, and that he requested that she put it on when things started to heat up at his place. Oh well, they'd cross that bridge when they came to it. She glanced over at him. "And despite what you might think," she said, responding to what he'd said about being convincing about their alleged nighttime romp, "I know what the 'walk of shame' looks like. That's why I asked for your shirt. When I was in college, it was sixty-forty; sixty percent of the partying girls would rush to their own dorm in the morning wearing the swanky outfit they'd worn the night before, not bothering to go to their first class while they cleaned up, and the other forty would borrow some of their boyfriend's clothes and show up in class a little worse for wear. And, no, I cannot parties in college." "Oh, no, no," he said to her as he shut and locked the doors in the car. "They wanted proof of the lingerie. Just the receipt. I had to actually talk them down from the pictures. They wanted to see you in something nice, but I told them that we are doing this on a sort of Prime Directive code - and that I knew they would share the pictures on the Internet. So I did a little threatening, and they agreed not to go for the pictures." He had caught a glimpse of that mid-thigh run-up of her skirt and very much enjoyed it. He quickly pulled out of the parking out and went through the garage, moving the car through the garage and out into the street. Finally. He watched for cars before he pulled out into the alley back exit and onto the main traffic ways. He nodded. "Did they call it -" but he stopped, realizing why they called it the 'walk of shame'. "Okay, okay," he says to her. "Yeah, I'll give you one of my shirts." The thought shed a bit of a light on his exploits in college and he kind of felt bad about it. But that was then, and hopefully he didn't have a secret child somewhere out there that would come back to haunt him. He gave her a perverted smile. Something to tease her with. "Let's try the lingerie store first. Are you a satin kind of girl?" Jenny reached around her body to fasten her seatbelt, noting that the softthunkof the car's locks sounded a bit more ominous than it should have. "Thanks," she murmured, blushing a bit at the idea of pictures of her in next to nothing floating around on the internet. The real Jenny didn't like it any more than the office Jenny did...it could ruin everything! She gazed out the window as the car pulled out, but his question made her snap her head back around to face him. Raising a skeptical eyebrow, she asked, "Do I look like ananythingkind of girl? I wear practical things to bed and to work, thank you very much." The real Jenny was roaring with laughter inside, remembering the things she'd had to wear in the past while on the job. Leather, lace, latex, satin, and silk; she'd worn it all before. She wouldn't mind adding to her collection, even though it would have to be a little more modest than her usual now that she had taken on a new identity. "Don't worry," she said, still blushing and sinking lower in her seat. "I'll help you find something..." He raised his hands like he was being accused. "Well, I don't know!" he said to her. "But hey, you're getting the underwear for free. Why not...indulge yourself?" He said the word indulge as if he were the snake on the tree offering Eve an apple. "Well, all right. Though you're helping me help you find something for - wait, crap. I'm confused," he said. He shook the thought out of his head. The thought was a bit pedantic. Lingerie was lingerie and the cute secretary he was taking out for a date was deciding what to get. He did picture her in red satin with silk stockings and missed the right turn to the lingerie store. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he saw the store he was passing by just above him. "Shit," he mumbled to himself and made a U-turn in the lane like a movie star, tires screeching in the middle of the street. He turned around and checked to see if anyone who could give him a ticket had saw that." Sorry about that," he said to her. "I kind of get into work mode when I'm a bit frustrated." He made the proper turn and drove up to the lingerie store. He killed the engine of the car and laid back in the driver's seat, sighing loudly." Okay," he said. "Enough of that driving noise. Lingerie!" "Well," she replied, crossing her arms over her chest, "We need to make sure it isn't something too crazy... Nicholson wouldn't believe I'd wear some of the things Knower dancing around in your head." She was about to point out that Michael had missed the turn for one of the more well-known lingerie stores in town, but he realized it before she could say anything. The wild U-turn was a rush, something she had missed in all these months sitting behind a desk. Working undercover meant she had to keep her nose clean--no speeding or anything while on this job. She should have shrieked. She knew she should have, but it didn't come out. Furthermore, she was too caught up in the exhilarating moment to feign absolute terror. Maybe he wouldn't notice...or maybe he would mistake the lack of reaction for shock. To save face, she gripped the arm rests of her seat until her knuckles turned white." It-It's fine," she stammered, settling into the shell-shocked image. Taking a few deep breaths to achieve the false calm, she climbed out of the car with him. "Oh God...this is embarrassing," she grumbled. "I've never been in here..." A total lie. She hadn't ever been in this particular store, but she'd frequented the chain in other cities. Here, though, she couldn't look like she knew her way around the store, and she couldn't use her reward points card either...

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Stuck in Turmoil((WoW,Open RP))

((Just a warning... I am not new to RP in general, but I am fairly new to RP here, so I'm not sure how things will be played out here XD. Some helpful advice would be appreciated, seeing as how I never Red out of the official WoW website. So, anywho, on ward to the post.)) Kyluuta had been out in the desert for some time now. The young Dreamed Vindicator had been lost for a few days now, and she was hating it. It was bright daylight out, and her silver plate armor did not help. I didn't know this planet can get so hot... My armor is heating up, I think I'm going to be baked. She had smooth skin the color of silver, her horns that curled backwards was silver, her glowing eyes were silver, and had short hair, that mostly covered her left eye, that was colored as silver. No wonder her title was "The Silver Maiden". Even her armor and shield was silver, the only exception was her mace, which seemed to be basic design for a "Paladin" as the Humans had called a person of her title. She had a great figure, thanks to her class. Staying in fight certainly made the body looked wonderful. Long, thin legs with attractive thighs, a not so high cheeked but well atoned face, slim curves, a well-sized bust, and wide hips. She was certainly graced with the beauty that graced most of the women of her people, and had some beauty of her own. Strange planet...and this is what I get for not studying maps more... I'm hopelessly lost. She set out on a mission to find her mate, who vanished seemingly out of nowhere. For at least a year, she had to assume. Far too long, she thought...a week was far too long, let alone a whole year. I think they said this place was called... Tanaris?... I have no idea... The languages here is so confusing... Yet another thing I neglected to learn. How good am I if I can learn a thing about my new home!? I really am pathetic... Katayorra was right, she was always right... How do I miss her... She sighed as she looked around and cursed in her native tongue,"I even lost my Clerk! If I can't even keep my ride in check...then how much can I lose!?" She dropped to her knees and looked around, she needed to find water somewhere. Her supply ran out some time ago, and she was running on bodily reserves. She didn't know how much longer she could actually last out here. And that was certainly not okay. And here I thought I could find that Goblin city... How much of an idiot am I? If only I could have afforded that guide...Oh, well. I guess this is a better place than ever to die... She tried to look far ahead of where she was and her eyes widened. Water?... Water!?... A beach! She was close to the ocean! Oh, happy days, oh, happy days! With a sudden burst of energy, she jumped up onto her narrow hooves and ran towards the beach. She would enjoy taking off this heavy armor and then get some refreshing water. It seemed almost too good to be true! (It's cool man. Welcome aboard. Honestly Ring here isn't much different from the WoW forum except that here you can RP in other settings besides the WoW universe. ERP is also practiced here, although you will usually only find it in the RP's labeled as "Open" since the open threads are where anybody can post and just join in. The "Closed" threads have more stringent standards, and you'll have to write a character bio in the respective IOC thread if you want to join in one. Since the Closed RP's are usually more serious the ERP will either be restricted to the indirect mention of it or the ERP will be taken to private messages. That's all that I've gathered since I joined, hope it helps you get an idea of the basic workings around here.) Xel'the sat around idly on the waterfront. The sun beat down upon his bare back revealing light blue skin covered in black tribal tattoos. The patterns swirled down his back, wrapping around his torso and creeping up to his head. Two long tusks, polished and sharpened, gleamed brilliantly in the harsh sunlight of Tatars. He looked across the still water, he heard the swish and crash of waves down the beach. A small plop as if one had dropped a coin into the water was heard. Del'the brushed his wild white tearaway from his goggled eyes. The fish could be seen in the clear water of his fishing spot, a cascade of vibrant colors rapidly changing, undulating, as if the fish were trying to paint a picture for him. He reached down and retrieved his smoking pipe from the sand. He reached into one of his traveler's bags and retrieved a device. Furthermore, he aimed a hole in the small machine at the other end of his pipe and pressed a small red button. A petite trail of flame left the device and lit the herbs in his pipe. A lazy trail of smoke exited the pipe as he inhaled. He put the pipe down and checked his fishing rod. Still unmoving, the fish seem to be smartening up. The troll exhaled and a second stream of smoke floated up in the bright sky. He stood up and gathered his leather armor, freshly washed in the ocean. A faint aroma of salt entered his nose as he removed his shirt and tunic from their places hanging in the tree. He brought them back to the spot he had been sitting in for the past hour, the indent that his rear had left already being covered by sand. He sat down and then laid the armor and shirt at his left, unwilling to sacrifice the feeling of the sun's rays on his skin. Furthermore, he sighed as he let himself lay back into the sand. The heat of the sun was replaced with the scalding and relaxing burn of the sand on his skin. Again the plop of a fish biting at his fishing rod's bait. The sound was followed by the jingling of a bell as the fish was hooked and pulled on the rod, causing the attached bell to ring loudly. Xel'the lazily reached towards the rod and grasped it. He pulled it back towards his body and then locked the line. The rod jerked as the fish was stopped from pulling more line from the rod. He slowly and methodically started reeling the fish in. The rod jerked wildly as the fish desperately tried to escape with its life. The motion of the rod seemed to stop at his hands and arms. His body was as still as a statue, his right arm being the only moving piece, winding the line back to the rod. In a moment the fish was pulled out of the water, a flash of silver on the end of his line. He almost felt bad for catching such a beautiful prize. He slowly grabbed the fish and then unsheathed one of his daggers. The dagger, meant to slice the flesh of his enemies and gouge holes into the armor of Alliance warriors, was more than enough to finish off the suffering fish. The dagger cleanly slid into the gill of the fish and in an instant it stopped thrashing, only twitching occasionally. He stood up with the bleeding creature in his right hand and his bloody dagger in the other. He walked over to the small fire and pot that he had set up near the tree. Furthermore, he put the fish in the pot and then placed it on a base he had crafted out of metal. With another press of the button on his fire starting device, the fire was started. His stomach growled as the fish lay in the heating pot. He walked more animatedly towards his spot near the water and wiped off his dagger with a cloth. Xel'the turned around and looked into the shimmering distance of the desert. The clinking of metal was starting to reach his sensitive trolls ears and was growing louder. He squinted his eyes, trying to discern what was coming. All he could see was a vaguely humanoid shape coming through the shivering air above the desert sand, the flash of silver, and the clinking and clanking of armor. He stood still and slid a hand around the hilt of one of his daggers, the rogue wasn't sure what was coming, but he had learned over the years that having a hand on a dagger was never a bad thing. ((Thanks, bred... From this kind of site... I would expect some people to do some kind of random ERP thing. I got no problem with ERP, in general, I like to take part in all kinds of RP. And I also do know that there are more things to RP on here outside of WoW, but I figured I do something that would make me feel more at ease when posting first before I start branching out. Maybe after a while of this, I might start doing different RP's or start joining others...only time will tell, right?)) Kyluuta was just about to cry as she came closer and closer to the beach. She thought she had found Paradise when she came across it. But, upon further inspection, she found a standing figure nearby. She blinked at it, by her weakness didn't help out her eyesight. Is someone already here?... Well... I guess swimming will have to wait awhile... She tried to look more closely at the figure, but wasn't able to make it out. She figured she ought to do something to show that she meant no harm for just in case. Furthermore, she made sure her shield was on her back and her mace was at her waist when she looked back up at the mysterious figure. Furthermore, she raised both her hands up and turned them this way and that, showing that she had no weapons in her hands and that she meant no harm. By the Light I hope I know what I'm doing. She was well aware that her silver armor was more than likely caked with layers of sand. It most certainly could use a very, very good rising. But she wasn't keen on the idea of getting naked around strangers. She still curses to herself that she wears nothing underneath her armor. It did make things complicated at times. And by times...that means nearly all the time, seeming as how something just has to happen where she has to take her armor off, and she was unprepared. That's why I carry a bag with me... But whoever sacked my camp last night and took my water also took my bag... Filthy mongrels... Who knows what they are doing now? She didn't know many languages of this planet, but thanks to her time with the Argent Crusade, she knew how to speak the two most important languages here...if not just a bit roughly with a very annoying accent. But it somehow gets the job done. Though she still wished that she didn't have that accent. Katarzyna had the same accent problem, though hers was the least noticeable thanks to her studying all the time. She hoped she had the message across as she put her hands down and quickly, but cautiously and steadily, towards the beach. Hopefully it wouldn't start anything that Kolkata would be too worn out to handle. Hopefully the water will be enough to regenerate her energy. Though, the drinking the water alone wouldn't be able to get the job done. Normally she wouldn't drink straight seawater, but what else did she have left. If this figure was hostile, there were chances she wouldn't get any water from it. So the odds were in the ocean water's favor. I might regret this... But I need some water. When she came a bit closer, she noticed that the figure looked male...kinda lanky... Maybe a Troll? Yeah, a Troll... Sadly that could mean a conflict. She wouldn't be able to keep her guard down for a second. Which wouldn't be relaxing or refreshing. Hopefully he was a friendly kind... (Typing a post right now)He blinked slowly, the only moving part of his now statuesque appearance. As the Drained walked ever closer, the desert's shimmering shroud peeled away revealing her more and more. He could now clearly see that she was wearing silver armor. The clanking of it continuously grew as the Drained approached. She must be burning in that area'., he thought. His hand left his daggers handle, instead it's starting to hover above it. Soon she got close enough where he could discern her face. Hmm. She is looking Reith nice for an Alliance., he mused. A pop from the fire brought him back. His old trolls upbringing suddenly surged up from the depths of his subconscious and manifested in a single thought and a single action. His mouth started to salivate, She'd be mighty tasty if cooked right. He frowned and suppressed the thought. He was part of the Horde now. Eating another intelligent creature was something his kind were not allowed to do anymore. Even in Dark spear society, it was starting to be looked down upon. His stomach growled ferociously and the water in the pot on the fire started to boil. His thoughts went back to the times his people would eat others as ritual or even for the simple reason of sating their hunger. But now was a better time, a more sophisticated time. He waved non-threateningly at the Drained and racked his brain for any Common he knew. After some hard thinking he was able to craft a simple sentence that he shouted at her, "You no attack, ya?!" Kolkata figured that the Troll was not going to do him any harm, so she turned her eyes away from him and looked towards the water. But, though her eyes weren't on him...her ears were. And they twitched when they heard some poor Common. She blinked and looked in the direction she heard the voice and saw that it came from the now waving Troll. Well, he seemed friendly to start with...and that was very, very good start. She let out a nervous smile and waved back, speaking as much Irish as she could from her time in the Argent Crusade,"I no attack, guide air. Yes 'ere fur later UND' a place TU cool off." I hope I'm saying it right... Been awhile since I touched Irish. Such a brutish language, but I'll have to talk in it, seeming as how this Troll barely knows much Common. At least I know more Irish than he knows Common. So a communication compromise has been made...hopefully. She didn't know much about the races on the world. But she had heard from somewhere that Trolls were cannibals. Whether that was all Trolls are the Horde aligned ones stopped the horrible act, she did not know. She much not wants to find out anytime soon. She just wanted to relax as much as possible. At least this Troll seemed friendly enough, so she could ease up...but only slightly. She nervously laughed to herself, hoping that she didn't say anything wrong and sighed as she looked back to the water. Her eye twitched as she thought about considering drinking it. She knew drinking seawater wasn't a good idea, but she needs some kind of liquid in her. She had to keep hydrated. And it would take too long to do the cleansing technique she learned awhile back from a hunter. She also didn't have any supplies on her to be able to do the cleansing. If only she took up the ways of the Elements rather than the Nauru and the Light. She stuck a plated finger into the water and smiled. The water was cool, and she could feel the heat roll of the finger as the water lapped over it. If only she could shed her armor and dive into the water. But with that Troll around, that wasn't likely to happen. He chuckled quietly as the approaching Drained responded to him. Surprisingly, it was in Irish. "I no attack, guide air. Yes 'ere fur later UND' a place TU cool off." His hand relaxed and fell to his side. The Drained were a strange race coming from the sky in some kind of sky ship of crystal. He had heard of the Drained through the stories of other warriors and had even fought and killed off a couple on his own but always, they were the males. The males were strong and bulky, their hooves large enough to crush an Orc's head, even with a helmet on. In a skirmish, they were a force to be feared. The woman though, he hadn't ever met. Now, Del'the wished he had. The Drained was soon at the waterfront with him, eying the water thirstily. Whew, at least she knows Irish. Common is such a simple language., he thought. The aroma of boiling fish reached his nose and caressed his face. His stomach growled savagely. That fish needs ta cook fast uh. He looked at the Drained, who had gotten on her knees and was sticking her armor-plate finger into the water. He could have sworn he heard a small sizzle. She must be thirsty'the kneeled and retrieved a gourd filled with water from his traveler's pack. Before he spoke he picked up his pipe and took another deep breath from it. A stream of smoke left his mouth as he spoke,"Ya shouldn't drink the ocean watch. It won't sate ya thirst." He offered the gourd to her. "Ya know, arm uh ain't da the best thing ta wear out in Tatars. Ya must be cookin' in there." Kolkata's nose twitching as she started to smell the boiling fish. The sudden hunger she was feeling didn't help out with her thirst, over-heating, and exhaustion. If she found the bandits that took nearly all of her supplies, she was going to give them a piece of her mind with her mace. But, sadly she didn't know where they went, and thus so...her clothes, undergarments, food, and water were gone and more than likely gone forever...no doubt the clothes were going to be sold or used for other supplies. And the food and water would be used to help out the thieves find more targets. She then blinked and looked back to Troll, catching most of what he had said. Under normal circumstances, she would have thought the water was poisoned or drugged, given the fact that they were on opposite sides of a war. But right now, her instinct to survive started to overrule her rational thinking. She quickly, but politely, took the gourd from the generous Troll's hand and opened it. With the satisfying pop, she quickly downed some of the contents within it, enjoying the feel of cool liquid going down her throat. A few droplets came out of the silver Drained's lips as she brought the gourd down and sighed as she put the cork back in. She looked to the Troll and smiled gratefully at him." Zhank you... Und I know that the ocean won satisfy thirst...VUT I had little else... My clothes UND OSHA sullies was taken from me days ago, leaving me with not VUT my armor. During my time 'ere, I traveled at night and slept by day...VUT the circumstances are against me, now..." She sighed and shook her head, another sniff of the fish making her stomach growl lowly. She blushed a bit, her silver skin turning slightly blue from the blush. Furthermore, she hoped the Troll didn't hear the growling or notice the blush. Furthermore, she was usually so shy around those outside of the Drained population. But sometimes you had to make due with what you have." I was hoping TU find someone 'ere... Vut, so far... My search ended up with me here..." She could feel her armor practically branding her at this point...a few days stuck in this armor straight and no time for rest and finding no food or water. She was in poor shape, besides her outer appearance. Though you could see some faint marks on her face that was caused from the sandstorms and the every so often stumbles she makes. Even her gold tail rings were losing their shine. This Drained could have been in better shape. ((Seeing as how it's been nearly a week (more or less) and Pax isn't posting, I'm going to continue the RP along))Kolkata felt somewhat satisfied with herself. Thanks to the kind Troll male, she had fresh cooked fish and refreshing water in her now. But she was denied her bath, sadly. But, at least now she knew that if she wore to keep following up the beach, she would eventually find civilization. It was only a matter of time before she could finally get out of the sun and into a nice, refreshing building and take a shower. But... I can barely stand it...the sand in my hot armor is starting to make me itchy... I... I... I'll just make a quick sweep and then take a dip into the ocean. And that she did. Making sure she was completely by herself, she took off her shield and took of her mace. She put them by a nearby rock and worked on everything else. Eventually, she was stark naked. She even took off the rings on her tail and neck tendrils. Only her skin being her clothes. She was very well proportioned, and was very well shaved...her scalp the only place having hair. She sighed as she was relieved from the armor, her silver skin slightly reddened from the burning she was close to getting. But, seeing herself in the nude out in the wild, feeling the breeze on her bare skin made her blush, her silver cheeks turning blue. She shook the thoughts out of her head, knowing she was by herself...believing it. She then walked up to the water going up to her thigh, making her let out a moan as the cool water lapped over her heated skin. By the Light she needed this! She continued onwards till the water came up to her waist, now she was feeling satisfied. She started to hum to herself as she cupped some water and started to pour on herself, beginning her much-needed bath with glee. ((Hope It's cool to sneak in here. If not I can delete...)) Tanaris... A bleak desert with nothing interesting going for it. Hell the only reason Swift hoof was out here in the first place was because it was *in the way* so to speak. The Lauren had spent the last few weeks in Album, exploring and adventuring. And now it was time to journey back to civilization. Swifthoof however, wasn't a fan of flying, she preferred to have her hooves firmly planted on the ground and there was no mages present to offer a more, rapid form of transport. So the hunter and her companion, the white wolf, Gabriel. Simply started walking back to the horde controlled lands. It would take much longer. But really that's one of the reasons the huntress enjoyed it so much. She liked to savor the scenery, Zeroth's beauty. Not just fly over it and focus on the destination. Swifthoof wasn't really anything out of the ordinary for one of her kind. She deemed herself Average, and honestly she liked it that way. She was normal height for a Lauren (Which still meant most people had to crane their necks to meet her gaze, but I digress) dark brown fur covered her from head to hooves. Two black braids ran down from behind her head to just above her breasts, (which the dark red leather vest she wore barely contained) and two pitch black horns curved out of her forehead and ended in points just in front of her face. Most of her body was hidden behind the deep maroon leather armor that she wore. It wasn't very practical for hiding in a desert, but it was what she was comfortable in. It didn't hug her curves like most armor, and quite frankly that fine with her. While being a Lauren didn't turn many heads in the first place, the last thing she was interested in was people staring at her well-developed backside or her breasts. (Her body was nothing remarkable, but hardly disagreeable on the eyes to most either) She preferred to let her skills prove her worth, not her *assets*. Her emerald green eyes narrowed a touch as she and her companion halted to scan the horizon. They were still quite a ways from Gadget zen, where she would collect supplies and continue on her way. However, it wouldn't be long before darkness set in, a few hours at most... Not long enough to make it by her calculations. "Let's find shelter... Wait until morning." She commented, her gaze only briefly flicking to the white shape next to her. Gabriel didn't respond, the wolf naturally couldn't speak her language, but Swift hoof knew he'd heard her just fine. With a nod she shifted her attention to the surrounding desert in search of somewhere suitable to rest. From here she could just make out a beach. And mountains in another direction. Not really viable options to seek shelter. After all if a sandstorm or the like caught them, or one of the deserts many predators decided to come looking for a late night snack. Being out in the open wasn't a very good choice. But then again, who knew what would be lurking in the caves -if there were any that was-up in the mountainside? With a sigh, Swift hoof adjusted her grip on the sleek rifle she carried, before setting off towards the beach, her companion following only a couple of steps behind her. After the course of about half an hour, Kolkata figured that it was time. Her body was now free from the sand that she was forced to deal with for a while. She sighed in relief as she came upon the shore and still saw no one nearby. She must have been lucky and found a spot where no one traveled. Lucky indeed... She walked over to her gear and gold rings and inspected them. They were going to need some cleaning. She looked around and found nothing to place them on for when they were cleaned. She sighed, if only she still had her supplies before her camp was raided. Furthermore, she was left with nothing but the encumbering armor. Oh, well. She would dry herself off a bit and then start focusing on it. She sighed as she sat on the rock where her gear was propped up, still naked, and tried to enjoy the comforting side of the heat of the sun that was drying off the seawater from her skin and hair. Furthermore, she had to admit...when you're staying still and relaxing...this place had a certain appeal to it...and it was just about the only thing she liked about it. Finally, after what felt like another hour or more of walking. Swift hoof finally reached the beach and eagerly dropped her pack on the sand. With a sigh she swiftly followed it. Even with experience, the desert still took a lot out of even the most hardy of travelers. And the huntress wasn't that good. A hand idly ran across her forehead, wiping away the sweat that was treating to roll into her eyes. Gabriel, despite panting heavily from the head (He was a Kilgore wolf born and bred, the desert wasn't for him either), he obviously had picked up on something his mistress hadn't. Swift hoof clutched her rifle a little tighter when the wolf growled at something further down the beach. "What?" She half asked, half demanded, her gaze following Gabriel's. Though even squinting she couldn't see anything, just sand and water." Forget about it...It's probably... Urgh." As much as she wanted to ignore it. If she couldn't see it, then it was probably to far away to hassle them. The fact that her pet wasn't going to let the matter go was enough for her. With a grumbled curse, she dragged herself upright, shouldered her pack, and set off in the direction Gabriel was focused on. "IF this is another lizard...I’m making a pelt out of you." She commented, though as always her threat was ignored.(Burgh... Pretty poor post... But I'm tired lol. I can edit easily enough if need be.)) Kolkata nearly nodded off when she heard something. It sounded strange...like footsteps padding on the sand. Her hearing wasn't as sharp as a Worsen's or an Elf's...but Dramatic hearing was very well acute. She looked off to the distance and saw shadows upon the horizon. She blushed a heavy blue as she looked down, bare as the day she was born. Furthermore, she looked around for a place to hide...it would take to long to strap her armor back on. Even her golden rings would take too long to be put on her! What to do, what to do, what to do!? The rock she was sitting on wouldn't giver her much protection from the eyes of another soul. And who knows what thoughts would go through that person's mind...seeing a Drained woman naked and unarmed. She kept looking and found her eyes on the ocean. She bit her lip and nodded. As quick as lightening, she dashed for the water and dove right in. She was forced to have her form-fitting armor, shield, mace, and golden tail and tendril rings to be left for the other person to inspect. Half of her head was out of the water, her silver skin giving her some camouflage out in the water...her blue blush helped out greatly. But, if one looked very hard, they would be able to see her clearly and be able to call her out. But, for now...she would have to be content on watching and waiting to see what would happen. Hopefully it isn't any more thieves... I don't want to have to walk back to civilization in the nude! That would be disgraceful! Following her companion led to, unsurprisingly, an empty patch of beach. The huntress couldn't help but roll her eyes as she halted, her gaze idly sweeping across the area in search of whatever it was that startled Gabriel. "There's nothing here... I don't know why I even listen to you..." She sighed, though even as she spoke, she knew the words weren't entirely true. There were no obvious signs that someone had been here, but she knew the wolf well enough to know he wouldn't have alerted her to something unless he was sure it was something to worry about. Sure enough, her pet came across an assortment of what appeared to be armor. Plate if she were to judge. "What the..." Slinging her rifle over one shoulder, the Lauren paused long enough to idly shift a couple of pieces around with one hoof. There didn't appear to be any obvious markings to indicate who it belonged to, no horde or alliance emblems." Looks like someone left in a hurry..." With a shrug she stepped away from the items and shook her head. "Well, if there not going to carry their own equipment, I'm not going to waste my strength." She had little doubt it would fetch a fair price in Gadget zen. But that stuff must weight a ton. Plus it would slow her down considerably. "Come on. The owner might come back..." She muttered, her gaze briefly sweeping across the beach again before she set off back in the direction they'd come. Chances are the owner of the armor wasn't far, or whatever chased them off was... Either way, she didn't fancy meeting them face to face. Kolkata saw what was creating those figures across the horizon...it was a...endowed Lauren huntress and her pet. She blushed more as she couldn't ignore the fact that the Pureness was indeed more attractive than the others of her race that she had seen. She shook her head and focused her mind on her Katayorra. How she wished her darling priestess was her...she ached for her. She looked back up at the Pureness, done inspecting her armor and looked like she was about to go. She had her hopes up, but they were dashed...the wolf was dangerously close to the gold rings. There was no way she was going to let the Lauren or her dog take those rings! The tail and tendril rings were given to her by her mother before she died from the fall of the Exodus! She would rather be seen naked than lose those rings! And, when she saw the wolf going down to sniff the rings, she snapped. She quickly jumped from the water and tried to run out of the water and try to scare away the wolf. Not even caring that the Lauren would see her most private of areas wet from the ocean water as she shooed the wolf away from the priceless heirlooms of rings. Her voice switched to Irish." Vay!... Vay! He rings no hours!" She quickly picked up the rings and counted them. They were all there...two large rings for her tail, and eight small rings...two for each tendril. They were all there. She had forgotten the Pureness was still there as she relished the fact that he mother's rings were still with her. It would be an understatement to say Swift hoof was surprised by the sudden appearance of the drained. Her rifle almost tumbled out of her hands as she jumped and fumbled with it while snapping around to figure out just what the hell was going on. She'd barely turned her back and now this, alliance was appearing out of nowhere... Naked, apparently. That didn't register initially. The only thing that did was the drained herself. An alliance soldier. Instinctively the Lauren's rifle snapped up to her shoulder and she hastily clicked the hammer back in preparation to fire. "The... Fel...?" She trailed off as she finished lining up the rifle and finally got a decent look at the woman. With a frown she kept her gaze firmly locked with the drained's face. Alliance or no, she still relaxed her grip on the weapon somewhat. She wasn't without honor, and shooting an unarmed, and armored person no matter their allegiance wasn't something she did. "Alliance ambush..." She cursed under her breath, her ears twitched slightly as she strained to pick up on any others trying to get the drop on her. Gabriel was just as startled as his mistress, and was quick to dash back to her side. Though upon realizing Swift hoof was standing her ground, the wolf swiftly positioned himself at her side, fangs bared in preparation to act at a moments notice. After getting over the fact that the heirlooms were safe...she noticed that she felt like she forgot something. Then, with a bright blue blush against the silver skin...she realized she was naked in front of a Lauren. She held the rings close to he and let out a yelp as she bashful dashed behind the rock, only her head now visible. She looked to the Lauren, the blush still on her face." Vlease...privacy...taking...bath..." She tried to sound out each word as best as she could in Irish...though she figured the accent of hers would make the translation a little rough. Though, she hoped the message came across." Mean...no...harm... No...need fur...weapons." Swift hoof could only blink stupidly as she watched the drained hide and start commenting in thick accent. She recognized the language, Irish was something she'd learned quite fluently. But the accent was almost impossible to understand. It took a few moments longer before she finally registered what was being said. "Bah..." She waved a hand dismissively. Unlike most people that probably would have jumped at the opportunity to see the woman naked. She simply ignored her attempts to hide and simply clicked the safety back on." Alliance, to busy caring about you're looks to watch you're back." She commented, before clicking her fingers to get Gabriel's attention. With a nod she turned her back and started moving away once again. She doubted the woman would even have her armor on, let alone be able to pose a threat until long after she was gone. And she found little reason to stick around and help her, not that she seemed to need it regardless. Kolkata blinked as she watched the Pureness walk away. That was easier than she had expected. Though, she started to find herself in a predicament...so far she had been meeting nothing but Horde aligned people. Though, they didn't attack her...that still didn't change how her outlook of this situation was looking. She would more than likely meet up with some die heart Horde loyalist who would have made no hesitation to kill her, or worse. So, she had also been pretty lucky. She just let the Lauren walk away with her thoughts as she sighed and turned around, slumping into the rock with relief. I still can't believe that she and her pet saw me naked... At least, as far as I know, animals don't get intimate with sentient creatures...so I don't have to worry about the wolf...but the Lauren on the other hand. She knows where I am, and she is part of the enemy. Who knows what can happen to me out here!? She held the heirlooms in her hands tighter, she had a feeling that she wouldn't be able to get her cleaned up...she'll have to go straight to civilization...known as Gadget zen. Should have shot her while I had the chance! Swifthoof reprimanded herself as she walked away. Despite her strict code of honor, she still didn't like the idea of letting an alliance just, walk away like that. However, what good would it have done shooting her? She kept her mind focused on that. If there was more of them. She'd have to contend with the drained's allies further down the line. If she was alone. Then that wasn't a problem, but regardless, there was little point in it. The huntress was a firm supporter of the hordes new War chief, but that didn't mean she would kill a helpless woman simply because she was on the wrong side of the conflict. If she had a weapon in hand then it would have been different. But no. She didn't make it far before she dropped her pack once again. She knew it wasn't exactly a *Safe distance* but she couldn't keep walking forever. "Here'll do... We can head for Gadget zen tomorrow." Swift hoof informed her companion, before she dropped her gun next to her pack. "Maybe she had the right idea though..." She shrugged slightly, before setting to work rummaging around in the pack for something to eat. Kolkata sighed as she stayed where she was. After all of this, she realized she hadn't slept in nearly a week...and that bath she took plus nearly nodding off made her realize how close she was to passing out. She shook her head and started to rub her eyes. She couldn't fight the sleepiness no matter how hard she fought. Maybe she could rest until it turned nightfall, get her armor back on, and get some proper cleaning done! Yeah... That sounds... Heavenly? She giggled at that as she moved to the front of the rocks. She shifted some of the stuff around so her breast-plate was used as a makeshift pillow. It worked somewhat. And the rest of her armor was around her while her rings were close by, ready to be put back on and easy to be found. She sighed as she closed her eyes. Hopefully I won't get any more surprises... I could use this sleep... Swift hoof soon put the drained from her mind. Favoring to set up a fire so they could cook some of the meat she'd collected in Album. It was hardly the tastiest meal she'd ever had, but hey, it was better than starving. "Don't argue, it's all you're getting tonight." She commented before tossing a healthy portion of the food to Gabriel before focusing on her own share. She noted with a smirk that the wolf was eating better than her tonight. But that didn't bother her in the least." Keep an ear open. I don't fancy getting woken up with a sword pressing against my throat." Gabriel didn't respond, but she knew he'd heard her. There was little that could be done now. Eat, maybe follow the drained's example and clean up a bit (Though she doubted she'd risk it knowing the alliance was still out there) and then rest. She spared another glance down the beach. Maybe leaving the drained alone wasn't such a good idea... But she wasn't about to pack up her camp again and go find her. Chances are she'd already left. Kolkata stirred awake and sat up on her knees. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and looked around. It seemed like no one else was around. Not even the Pureness hunter. Good. The last thing she needed was the woman to come after her, thinking she was the enemy. She couldn't help but notice a feint scent in the air...the smell of cooking. Someone was either cooking now or did some time ago...and it teased the Vindicator's stomach, and it growled in protest. She sighed as she shook the hunger out of her mind and looked over to the horizon. The sun was setting, good. By the time she would have her gear on, the moon should be rising, and the desert would be a lot cooler...perfect conditions to keep on moving. And, as suspected, it took that time for her to get her armor on. After that, she looked this way and that to figure out which way to go. Still having no idea where she was. She then gazed to where the Lauren had gone. Could that be the way? More than likely. She sighed as she went away from the beach at first. She didn't want to happen upon the other woman's camp and then get called a hostile and erupt a fight. That was the last thing she needed. Once she thought she was a safe distance, she then went onwards, hoping to not disturb the Pureness as she walked a bit of always from the beach. At least it was something, she thought. With a now, satisfied stomach. The huntress and her companion simply waited for nightfall. Over the course of the next hour however, Swift hoof found her pack made a comfortable pillow and soon dozed off. Gabriel swiftly followed. Only waking a while later when a familiar scent reached his nose. The drained was back, or at least within a close enough distance for him to smell. After a few moments however the wolf simply laid back down and lost interest, it wasn't getting any closer, so he wouldn't alert his mistress just yet. Besides, waking her meant moving again. And he'd had enough of the desert for one day... Kolkata tried to sneak past the Lauren's camp, which she saw no too far away, but enough to not cause any problems. She waited for a few moments, waiting to see if any reaction would come from the camp. One minutes passed...nothing...two minutes passed...nothing...three...four...five... She figured she was safe at this point and looked towards the beach head beyond the camp site and nodded. She quickly went towards the beach at an angle so she could still keep moving forward but end up at the beach at some point. I feel wrong doing this... But that Lauren woman wasn't exactly friendly. And I really can't use a fight...she'll be better refreshed than me. It was only a few moments before she came back to the beach and was still some distance away from the camp. She eyed it a bit longer and then went on to find civilization. She could most certainly use a proper bath and bed. Swift hoof groaned quietly when she woke a few hours later. Naturally while sleeping on her pack had seemed like a good idea at the time, now that she'd woken up with a sore neck. It made the momentary comfort seem pointless. Without much ceremony, the huntress packed up what few things needed to be and tried to gather her bearings. Gabriel was still sleeping soundless. Which resulted in another half hour delay before they finally got moving again. It was still dark out, much to her dismay. It was easier to see what was out there during the day. She still had a sneaking suspicion that the drained was about, waiting to get the drop on her, and she'd have preferred a nice bright sun overhead to grant her some extra awareness. However, they were awake now, and the sooner they reached Gadget zen, the sooner she could put the matter from her mind. Having only a vague direction to go on, huntress and wolf set off once again. Kolkata looked about...it was surprisingly beautiful during the dark hours. That was the one thing she didn't understand about Tatars...such a heated and deadly place during the day...but yet it was a cool and beautiful sight by night. It was as if the desert couldn't make up its mind on what it wanted to be. But still, she had sued the cold to her advantage and kept moving, her movements giving her body warmth as she moved on towards Gadgets, at least in the area she thought it would be at. She was pretty sure it was this way. Just keep on heading North...just keep on heading North... She kept reminding herself of this for two reasons...one, to encourage herself to keep on going...and two, to get her mind off of the Pureness. She still felt the Pureness behind her, though she knew she was some distance away now. Furthermore, she was more than likely going to be paranoid of this for some time now. At least, not until she gets to Gadgets where there will be a bunch of Goblin Bouncers who knows how to keep the peace inside their industrious city pretty well...well enough to know to beat down anyone who attacks anybody within their walls. So, she pressed on... She was slowed by still being weak from days of starvation, dehydration, and exhaustion. She was starting to become fearful that the Pureness and her wolf would catch up to her before she reached Gadgets...and then she would never see the city again. And she would never find her dear, dear Katayorra. And she would never see her home in Parnassus again. I should have given up the adventuring life... should have just stayed with my tailoring and worked in Parnassus, so I could stay with her... Keep an eye on her... Made sure she was safe... What is wrong with me? Now I'll never be able to see her again...to see her smile...to hear her laugh...and I'll be stuck out here...all alone...dying without her... I'm such a horrible lover... Katayorra, forgive me... Swift hoof had long stopped worrying about the drained. She hadn't been then when they'd packed up camp and moved out, and Gabriel didn't seem worried, so the Lauren didn't think much more about her. Instead, favoring to just keep moving and get to Gadget zen before one of the many predators that roamed the desert decided to try and make a meal out of her. The odds of that happening were slim given the late hour. But it was still a possibility regardless. It had only been an hour at most, before Gabriel started to growl at something in the distance. Naturally the huntress didn't have the same eyesight quality as her companion, but regardless she drew her rifle and slowed her pace. "I'm growing tired of this place already..." She sighed, whatever it was, it was still a fair distance away. Otherwise, the wolf would have likely reacted more harshly, it was warning, one she'd learned a long time ago to heed. "Lets hope it decides to keep its distance... I really don't fancy a fight in the dark."

Stuck in Turmoil((WoW,Open RP))|rating:2.0

Citadel (IC)

As you stumble to consciousness, machinery and arcane vigils pulse to life all around you. You find yourself in some sort of steel-burnished command hub, decorated with consoles and tech you've névé dreamed of. A voice rings out." This was... not how I pictured this going." It is the voice of the elder. With surprising agility, an eccentric War forged walks into the room, eyeing the humanoids." Not what I had imagined"he says in a disappointed manner." But still, thank you."he says, bowing to the newcomers." I believe we have unwanted company on the way. Should we move?" "Ugh... This had better be a crazy dream, and I'm about to wake up from it..." Ian pulls himself up from the floor and sits cross-legged as he peers about the room, looking somewhat disappointed and haunted." So the church had this all along... Guess it's not a dream then... Elder, Is that you and what is this place?" He begins to fiddle one of his ears with his fingers as he addresses the elder. It looks like a nervous habit, but Ian was actually checking if he had retained his half-elf form. It wasn't like it was needed as he had perfected retaining his outward appearance years ago. You tend to learn how to change your face fast when people are trying to lynch you for looking like a pale ghoul. He then looks at Pilot."-and who and what are you exactly?" "Maybe you should be the one to answer your own question first, as you have entered my home."says Pilot, annoyed at being questioned." But given the urgency, I'll forgive your insolence. I am the guardian and servant of this shrine, created and imbued with the power of life by my maker."he says, moving into the room." The voice you're hearing? My maker. Father, if you'd like to call him that."" Now, unless you feel you can fight your pursuers, help me get us mobile." Originally Posted by Elder "Maybe you should be the one to answer your own question first, as you have entered my home." says Pilot, annoyed at being questioned. "But given the urgency, I'll forgive your insolence. I am the guardian and servant of this shrine, created and imbued with the power of life by my maker." he says, moving into the room. "The voice you're hearing? My maker. Father, if you'd like to call him that." "Now, unless you feel you can fight your pursuers, help me get us mobile." The voice coughs." Er... don't know how to break this to you, robot man, but I'm not your father." Citadel shuffles uncomfortably. Everyone is jostled." I am... or at least I was... the village elder. If you have questions, I probably don't have answers. But the steward is right-we need to move." As the half-elf and the robot converse, they are interrupted suddenly by a long string of creative expletives as the third member of the new crew wakes up, his head pounding." Son of ****, ****!! Oh, ****, my ****in' **** head!! ****in' hurts!! ***** **** it, such a ****in' sick ***** of a **** spot! ***** *** **** *** **** ***** **** * ** * **** **** ***!! At this point, in the midst of blinking his eyes and shaking his head to clear the ringing from his ears, the man seems to notice the others." Who the hell are you guys, do either of you know what the hell is going on, and was that my gramps talkin' just a second ago?" The war forged audibly sighs. He didn't even know he could do that, so he looks surprised for a second." Alright. Let's get moving then. My father might not be here, but he'd not want this shrine harmed." Pilot moves to the cockpit-like structure, trying to control the shrine. Spoiler: IOC Hide I really thought he created me Let me know if I can do this/can roll anything to do this. Originally Posted by Brashear As the half-elf and the robot converse, they are interrupted suddenly by a long string of creative expletives as the third member of the new crew wakes up, his head pounding. "Son of ****, ****!! Oh, ****, my ****in' **** head!! ****in' hurts!! ***** **** it, such a ****in' sick ***** of a **** spot! ***** *** **** *** **** ***** **** * ** * **** **** ***!! At this point, in the midst of blinking his eyes and shaking his head to clear the ringing from his ears, the man seems to notice the others. "Who the hell are you guys, do either of you know what the hell is going on, and was that my gramps talkin' just a second ago?" "Ah... hello, Flick. Nice to have family tooling around inside of me. No, not like that."" I'll do my best to get us as far away from the Coalition as we can. Would your lot mind exploring me? I don't know what half of this is, and some little blink-thing is popping up telling me I don't have "administrator privilege" and am I running on "free trial mode". This might be a problem." "Gramps?!" Flick looks genuinely surprised." What the hell happened?! I saw you die!" Originally Posted by Elder The war forged audibly sighs. He didn't even know he could do that, so he looks surprised for a second. "Alright. Let's get moving then. My father might not be here, but he'd not want this shrine harmed." Pilot moves to the cockpit-like structure, trying to control the shrine. Spoiler: IOC Hide I really thought he created me Let me know if I can do this/can roll anything to do this. (IOC: It's fine, I didn't tell you You can roll a UMD check. Lots of knobs, and you've been asleep for quite some time.) Pilot turns a knob, pulls a lever, and pushes a button, trying to get the shrine to stably move away from the pursuers. Spoiler: UMD Hide (1d20+9)[21] Originally Posted by Elder Pilot turns a knob, pulls a lever, and pushes a button, trying to get the shrine to stably move away from the pursuers. Spoiler: UMD Hide [roll0] Lights blink on inside the command hub, fully illuminating the room and flooding Citadel with power. Now the entire room is visible- it's a 20ft network of intertwined cable, buttons, and general confusion. The signs on the walls appear to be written in AKL. Several chutes dart away into Citadel, big enough to fit any one of you. Some are barred. And in the back, a large doorway leads into another room. Citadel sighs in relief. On one of the consoles, a screen flickers to life- it displays a grassy meadow, with Citadel's enormous legs pumping you through it at a fast pace. You appear pursued. A mechanic smile can be sensed on the Pilot's face as the machine starts moving." Let me know if you need help"he says to nowhere in particular, as he gets up from his seat." I have been sleeping for ages. The citadel surely must have changed. Let's take a look."he says, moving to the doorway." Careful, though. The citadel does have defense mechanisms, but if they failed through time, dangerous things might have moved in to the backrooms." The doorway leads to some sort of hallway, one decorated with tunnels leading deep into the machine. They are labeled above the door frame. Unfortunately, they are labeled in AKL. Well is hesitant at first. His memories are hazy, but he has woken up in worse circumstances." Elder?"he asks aloud. And then, to the others,"Call me Well. I can take point." He pulls two bandoliers of crossbow bolts from a pack and slings one over each shoulder. Also from the pack he pulls the matching crossbow. The first bolt he loads has a leather ball strapped to the tip." Nonlethal in case we come across friendly stowaways." Ian pauses at one of the signs trying to examine the language." Hmmm... I think it would be useful to figure out what these vigils say. Wait for a second while I try to figure out what it says." He begins going through all the languages he knows and their structures in order to formulate an idea of what the signs say. Spoiler: Linguistics Check Hide Spending 1 inspiration point for Cunning Knowledge (1d20+12)[18] Originally Posted by Tsunamiatunzen1 Ian pauses at one of the signs trying to examine the language. "Hamm... I think it would be useful to figure out what these vigils say. Wait for a second while I try to figure out what it says." He begins going through all the languages he knows and their structures in order to formulate an idea of what the signs say. Spoiler: Linguistics Check Hide Spending 1 inspiration point for Cunning Knowledge [roll0] You get a vague impression of what it means-the sign above the door states "Klondike Alpha". Er, maybe you don't know. "Hamm, it's a location name. But beyond that I have no idea what it means." He then moves to fulfill the Elder's wishes. Pulling out a rapier he had managed to grab from his home." Lead on. Although I vote for the larger doorway. The smaller ones may be too easy to get lost in." Flick frowns at everyone, clearly confused by this whole situation." Hold on...."he says, putting his hands up in a "stop" gesture as he squeezes his eyes shut and focuses. After a few seconds, he opens his eyes again, sighs, and quickly loads and then shoulders his rifle." Alright, let's do this. I suggest the robot goes first, with.... Kell, is it?---Nah, I'm going to call you Bolts---with Bolts right behind, since he's so eager. Ears and I will take back. I'm better from a distance anyway. And by the way my name's Flick." He looks around with a satisfied smile, then spots the one who had not yet said anything, and it fades." What about him?" Well shrugs,"Bolts works for me. I'm not so much eager as used to doing what the Elder says." Kell brings the stock of his crossbow to his shoulder and adjusts the sight." Robot, you have point." "I prefer Pilot."says Pilot, as he pulls out his crossbow from his back and leads the way. "Of, course you do, Piles,"Flick mutters sarcastically. "Pilot, eh? Like on a riverboat?" "More like he's the Pilot scrap metal that came with this thing,"Flick chuckles at his own stupid joke. Citadel coughs." If your lot wouldn't mind, I'd appreciate it if you'd explore my inner workings. I think there's an armory somewhere... and we're going to need the firepower."" Besides, it's weird to have you guys marching around inside what's effectively my brain." "Reminder: My home." Pilot angrily says, as he moves on to the next room, mapping the place out in his mind. "Lead on Pilot." Kell looks genuinely excited about the idea of an armory inside this techno magical marvel. Ian frowned as he moved to open the large door." Firepower? Do you mean weapons? If so, why? We're far away from the Iron and in an Iron Titan of the Old World! There's no possible way they can catch us nohow..." He then pauses, a terrible thought crossing his mind." Speaking of us, where are the other townsfolk?" Originally Posted by Tsunamiatunzen1 Ian frowned as he moved to open the large door. "Firepower? Do you mean weapons? If so, why? We're far away from the Iron and in an Iron Titan of the Old World! There's no possible way they can catch us nohow..." He then pauses, a terrible thought crossing his mind. "Speaking of us, where are the other townsfolk?" "Have you ever left the city walls before? This is not a place for unarmed souls, even if they are inside a Titan. And the Iron will never stop hunting us."" And as for the others... I witnessed how they passed as I died, as we flew away into the night. They are no more-just a heap of charred and desecrated ruins, in a land that was once beautiful." Flick lets his gaze drop solemnly." Yeah, the Iron Coalition doesn't leave survivors,"he says softly." And if they're after us, Gramps is right; we're going to need all the firepower we can get. Let's go." Pilot enters the first room, hoping he can start remembering the place after his slumber. This is a room you remember... mostly because you just saw it when you peeked in a few seconds ago. It's the hallway with all the doors. Seems like all roads lead here in Citadel-easy access to the control panel is an essential everywhere. If nothing else, the architectural styling haven't changed. But the floor plan is Greek to you. Pilot takes a peek inside the first door clock-wise from the cockpit, still trying to mentally map the place. He takes out his crossbow as he feels this may not be safe. Originally Posted by Elder Pilot takes a peek inside the first door clock-wise from the cockpit, still trying to mentally map the place. He takes out his crossbow as he feels this may not be safe. The first door leads to a room filled with complex machinery top to bottom, bleeping with mechanical light. It coughs out a foul smoke. Red lights begin to pulse. Some sort of engine room? Well sights past Pilot as he opens each door -- covering him in case they should find hostiles. Pilot makes a mental note of the sign at the entrance, associating that with the engine. He studies the engine room for a short while, trying to understand where everything goes and what the important bits are, before returning to the main hub. Spoiler: IOC Hide Knowledge (arcane) (1d20+9)[24] Knowledge(architecture) (1d20+9)[23] Appraise (1d20+7)[8] Perception (1d20+7)[11] Originally Posted by Elder Pilot makes a mental note of the sign at the entrance, associating that with the engine. He studies the engine room for a short while, trying to understand where everything goes and what the important bits are, before returning to the main hub. Spoiler: IOC Hide Knowledge (arcane) [roll0] Knowledge(architecture) [roll1] Appraise [roll2] Perception [roll3] It's extremely high-tech, on par with the strangest of artifacts (or, Pilot's inner workings). The only thing you can discern is that it's not running at maximum power- it's low on fuel. Ian seems interested in the strange room, though he cannot fathom its function." How strange. Elder, is there any clue as to where the armory is? A map perhaps?" He's not sure where to address the Elder, so he simply looks up at the ceiling and speaks rather loudly. Originally Posted by Tsunamiatunzen1 Ian seems interested in the strange room, though he cannot fathom its function. "How strange. Elder, is there any clue as to where the armory is? A map perhaps?" He's not sure where to address the Elder, so he simply looks up at the ceiling and speaks rather loudly. "Honestly... I don't quite know. I think it's one of the rooms in the middle."" Most of Citadel's memory banks seem to have been Freud when I took over, which is... unfortunate." "Hamm, well that's unfortunate. Is there anything else in here that's moving around the halls? If not, perhaps splitting up to cover more ground would be best." He had a few reasons for suggesting this. Ian truly did want to explore to his heart's content, but he also wanted to keep from thinking about his lost home. Spoiler: Mechanics Hide In any case, Ian will spend 2 inspiration points as a Gnome if he's allowed to go on his own for few Knowledge checks and gets to choose the better of the 2 due to Trivial Knowledge.(Depleting his pool until the next encounter/a few minutes pass) Knowledge (Architecture):(1d20+11)[18] or (1d20+11)[21] Is there any way I could find a different path? (Air ducts for example) Knowledge(Dungeoneering):(1d20+11)[14] or (1d20+11)[17] Where would the most likely path be to an armory? "Elder, I should call you too, I guess. What do you think would fuel you?" While he waits for an answer, Pilot moves on to the next room clockwise, wondering what secrets it could hold. Originally Posted by Elder "Elder, I should call you too, I guess. What do you think would fuel you?" While he waits for an answer, Pilot moves on to the next room clockwise, wondering what secrets it could hold. "Byzantium, mostly. I have a strong craving for the stuff." When you enter the next room, lights flare on- it's some form of lounge, with recordings in AKL playing and a synthetic fire in the hearth. Cozy. "We should really learn this language, sounds like it'd solve a lot of our problems"Pilot comments, looking around making sure the only entrance to the lounge is from the hub. Spoiler: Perception Hide (1d20+7)[13] Flick takes a look around the first room, marveling at the technology. After studying it for a bit to see if he can discern anything, he follows Pilot into the next room. Spoiler: Mechanics Hide Knowledge Engineering (1d20+8)[28] Well follows Pilot into the lounge,"What an odd place. This room looks built for recreation, but it is in the midst of a walking weapon." Spoiler: IOC Hide Perception (1d20+5)[14] Originally Posted by dextercorvia Well follows Pilot into the lounge, "What an odd place. This room looks built for recreation, but it is in the midst of a walking weapon." Spoiler: IOC Hide Perception [roll0] "From what I can garner from these systems, it appears I was never designed as a tool of war. I seem to be more of a Noah's Arc than a soldier." Originally Posted by Elder "We should really learn this language, sounds like it'd solve a lot of our problems" Pilot comments, looking around making sure the only entrance to the lounge is from the hub. Spoiler: Perception Hide [roll0] There's a hatch in the back, labeled in (you guessed it) AKL. It has a strange glowing latch binding it in place. Originally Posted by Brashear Flick takes a look around the first room, marveling at the technology. After studying it for a bit to see if he can discern anything, he follows Pilot into the next room. Spoiler: Mechanics Hide Knowledge Engineering [roll0] You know much about this engine, foreign though it might be- it's a fusion reactor of some sort, powering all Citadel. Even after centuries it still chugs along. Heading straight at the hatch, for it is dangerous to keep secrets where people would like to relax, Pilot tries opening the hatch. Originally Posted by Elder Heading straight at the hatch, for it is dangerous to keep secrets where people would like to relax, Pilot tries opening the hatch. It stays firmly shut. The latch appears to have a four-character combination lock on it. Unfortunately, the characters are also in AKL. Ian looks about, listening halfway through the conversations." Amazing..." At Pilot's comment, he starts a bit." You mean you can't read this? In that case... Elder! Is there a library of some sort around here I could study?" Originally Posted by Tsunamiatunzen1 Ian looks about, listening halfway through the conversations. "Amazing..." At Pilot's comment, he starts a bit. "You mean you can't read this? In that case... Elder! Is there a library of some sort around here I could study?" Citadel's voice sounds... different. More formal. Less... attached."DOOR P57, TWO TO YOUR LEFT. DO NOT READ BOOKS 9, 34, AND STEVEN. YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE IT." "Noah's Ark, huh? So what the hell was the flood, then? And what exactly is Byzantium if it can fuel a fusion reactor like that?" Flick says to his surroundings, not sure where to face when speaking to Citadel. He checks out the lock over Pilot's shoulder and tries to figure out how he might get through it. When Citadel tells them about the library, he responds again." Whoa, Gramps. Everything okay up there?"he says warily. Spoiler: Mechanics Hide Knowledge Engineering on the lock (1d20+8)[20] Originally Posted by Brashear "Noah's Ark, huh? So what the hell was the flood, then? And what exactly is Byzantium if it can fuel a fusion reactor like that?" Flick says to his surroundings, not sure where to face when speaking to Citadel. He checks out the lock over Pilot's shoulder and tries to figure out how he might get through it. When Citadel tells them about the library, he responds again. "Whoa, Gramps. Everything okay up there?" he says warily. Spoiler: Mechanics Hide Knowledge Engineering on the lock [roll0] Elder's voice crackles with surprise and pain." That... didn't feel like me." A deep breath vibrates through Citadel." But I would assume that the flood (in this case) is any threat to the natives of Thor. The city is older than you know- it existed Pre-War, even. And no one knows what Byzantium is- no one alive, at least. But the stuff works. Most valuable substance on the planet, and the Iron will stop at nothing to get it." The lock, unfortunately, is completely impervious to your attempts. Its mechanics are as bizarre and incomprehensible as the rest of this place. "Here kid, let me take a look. Glowing latches look magical to me, and magical doohickey like me. Sometimes they just seem to do what I'm thinking." He spins the dials, looking for some sort of pattern to emerge." I'm betting it spells a word. Even without knowing the whole language we might be able to figure it out." Spoiler: IOC Hide UMD (1d20+9)[24] Originally Posted by dextercorvia "Here kid, let me take a look. Glowing latches look magical to me, and magical doohickey like me. Sometimes they just seem to do what I'm thinking." He spins the dials, looking for some sort of pattern to emerge. "I'm betting it spells a word. Even without knowing the whole language we might be able to figure it out." Spoiler: IOC Hide UMD [roll0] You reach the AKL word for "kept". It slides open. Inside is a tiny cubbyhole, big enough for a small man (or a large gnome). Pillows, torn up letters in indecipherable tongues, and an empty bottle litter the floor. A small dagger sits on the pillow. Its blade is (somehow) still coated in fresh blood. A tome with sanguine marks rests beside it. This is not a happy place. Well picks up the book and tosses it to Ian,"I found you a book, and you don't even need to go to the library for this one. Any idea what it's about?" Flick gives Well a sideways look." Kid, huh? That's a pretty fancy trick you got there, Bolts. Where'd you pick that up?" When he checks inside, he sees the dagger, still coated with blood, and immediately raises his rifle, sighting down the barrel at each corner of the room." Eyes sharp, everyone. I'm thinkin' we might have company in here." Where Ian touches the book, it leaves a vibrant taint on his skin-blood. Blood, but it's certainly not human. At least by your definition of the word. Pilot moves in and grabs the dagger. He touches the blood at the tip, and unless he suffers an adverse effect from it, tastes it. Spoiler: IOC Hide Finger to blade, finger to mouth. I'm not licking the knife. Appraise/Perception/Knowledge, what do I need to identify it? Originally Posted by Elder Pilot moves in and grabs the dagger. He touches the blood at the tip, and unless he suffers an adverse effect from it, tastes it. Spoiler: IOC Hide Finger to blade, finger to mouth. I'm not licking the knife. Appraise/Perception/Knowledge, what do I need to identify it? It resonates with magic, sending tendrils of foul power crackling through your carapace. Doesn't hurt, though-more of an opiate than a pain. The blood tastes of forgotten peoples, of ancient breeds long past. It tastes of sacrifice. Knowledge: Religion for the knife, History for the blood. Originally Posted by Brashear Flick gives Well a sideways look. "Kid, huh? That's a pretty fancy trick you got there, Bolts. Where'd you pick that up?" When he checks inside, he sees the dagger, still coated with blood, and immediately raises his rifle, sighting down the barrel at each corner of the room. "Eyes sharp, everyone. I'm thinkin' we might have company in here." Well shrugs." Just something I've always had a knack for." Ian recoils slightly from the book, able to recognize a possible source of dark magic. This... this isn't a book to be taken lightly... I don't know if now would be the right time to reveal what I was... but if I hide it any longer it's going to get worse. After all, we're the last people of Thor. If we can't trust each other we might as well give up to the Iron." I'll... get reading... I-"At this he takes a deep breath." I have something I need to tell all of you... but please don't look at me any differently for it ..." He looks at each of them, waiting for their attention before continuing. His features shift and he suddenly becomes the human tramp with tousled hair that always sat on the roof of the alchemist's home. Then his entire body morphs again (a somewhat disconcerting event to witness) to match the form of a grizzled-looking gnome that hasn't shaved for a long time. His voice is rather reedy as he speaks." I think better this way and I believe you should know I'm not always with the same face. The situation seems dire enough that I feel I can't keep hiding from those I should be trusting to watch my back." Well just whistles,"That beats my trick. Do you have a different name for every face, or should we call you Shift?" Flick's eyes widen in surprise." I'm with Bolts here. All I can say is that seems like it'd be pretty handy for pickin' up chicks, know what I'm sayin'? Unless of course those are the only three you can do..." He gives Ian a sly smile. Ian gives Well a questioning look as only a rickety-looking gnome could." About as descriptive as me calling you Lock pick. Ian will do. As for the number of faces I may take, imagination is my limit." At this, he quickly shifts to become a mirror image of Flick. He puts in a cocky grin before becoming the gnome once again with a dour expression." Now... may I see that knife so that I may have some sort of clue as to what happened here and if reading this book is worth risking a curse for?" Spoiler: Mechanics Hide If given the knife, he will spend an inspiration point and do a Knowledge (Religion) Check while taking the better of the two rolls: (1d20+11)[26] (1d20+11)[18] He will also make a Knowledge (History) check on the blood with only Int. To back him up since doesn't have any skill points there! (1d20+4)[14] EDIT: Oops, forgot to make the second roll. I'll put that in IOC Originally Posted by Tsunamiatunzen1 Ian gives Well a questioning look as only a rickety-looking gnome could. "About as descriptive as me calling you Lock pick. Ian will do. As for the number of faces I may take, imagination is my limit." At this, he quickly shifts to become a mirror image of Flick. He puts in a cocky grin before becoming the gnome once again with a dour expression. "Now... may I see that knife so that I may have some sort of clue as to what happened here and if reading this book is worth risking a curse for?" Spoiler: Mechanics Hide If given the knife, he will spend an inspiration point and do a Knowledge (Religion) Check while taking the better of the two rolls: [roll0] [roll1] He will also make a Knowledge (History) check on the blood with only Int. To back him up since doesn't have any skill points there! [roll2] EDIT: Oops, forgot to make the second roll. I'll put that in IOC This blade is, in fact, an artifact you've heard of: it is a Graves man's Edge. While not intrinsically magic on its own, its foul powers emerge when slammed into the heart of the dead-then, it leaks eldritch fuel into the corpse and animates it. It melds puppets out of the dead. This, in Glade, is a terrible sin. The blood is certainly not of a race you know, that's for sure. But on closer inspection the supposedly "fresh" blood seems... aged. Yet still preserved? It seems Citadel will not give up all its secrets that easily. Flick beams a drunkard grin when he sees his doppelgänger." I think I'll just call you Gorgeous. The world could always use a bit more ME in it."" Pickin' up anything on that knife? Seems to me like that blood's fresh, which means someone put it there not long enough ago for them to not be here anymore." Originally Posted by Tsunamiatunzen1 Ian gives Well a questioning look as only a rickety-looking gnome could. "About as descriptive as me calling you Lock pick. Ian will do. As for the number of faces I may take, imagination is my limit." "Fair enough, Ian, but I've been called much worse. Is there something else worth exploring here? I'd kinda like to see what's in the armory of a place like this." "The blade. Let me keep it, will you Ian? Safer on someone that can't turn."says Pilot, covering the dagger with cloth and putting it in the sack he has been carrying around. The sack takes the knife without bulging." We should maybe keep exploring?" The gnome's face pales as he sees the artifact. His voice speaks of urgency as he relays his discovery." Is there a corpse in there with a dagger wound to the heart? This dagger will have caused the corpse to become an undead being! The blood is misleading." Ian absentmindedly hands the knife to Pilot as he moves forward to inspect the room himself, albeit tentatively, not eager to find his end after surviving the Iron. Spoiler: Perception Check Hide If Ian can, Total Defense Action. He's going to try to find any sign of a corpse/trail. (1d20+4)[19] Originally Posted by Tsunamiatunzen1 The gnome's face pales as he sees the artifact. His voice speaks of urgency as he relays his discovery. "Is there a corpse in there with a dagger wound to the heart? This dagger will have caused the corpse to become an undead being! The blood is misleading." Ian absentmindedly hands the knife to Pilot as he moves forward to inspect the room himself, albeit tentatively, not eager to find his end after surviving the Iron. Spoiler: Perception Check Hide If Ian can, Total Defense Action. He's going to try to find any sign of a corpse/trail. [roll0] There's no trail leading from this place, at least not one you can detect through normal senses. But there is a strange aura of magic afoot. Learning that the knife he disregarded a moment ago is in fact magical, Well tunes in to his other sight and begins scanning the room. Spoiler: IOC Hide Activate Detect Magic SLA (3 minutes duration) If uninterrupted he will scan both rooms for the full 3 rounds. During the third round (when he knows the strength of each aura, he'll decide whether to roll or take 10 on the spell craft rolls. He'll take 10 for anything moderate or above, for a result of a 20, which will give him the school of any spell effect up to 5th level or anything with a CL up to 10. For any strong or overpowering aura use these rolls in any order you see fit: (1d20+10)[12] (1d20+10)[12] (1d20+10)[28] (1d20+10)[28] (1d20+10)[26] Flick scans the room along with the others, looking for anything that might suggest company aboard Citadel. Spoiler: Mechanics Hide Perception (1d20+9)[13] Ian becomes the half-elf once again as he thinks aloud." But this makes no sense. The door was locked when we found it and there aren't any exits from here are there? There is evidence of a struggle of some kind but nobody or bloody trail to show for it. Four possibilities exist then: The person or persons in question have escaped via magic, they have turned into an undead being that can move through walls or small areas, a secret entrance is here that we cannot detect, or-"This day has been full of hesitation and Ian was full of dread at suggesting this and tried to look anywhere else except in the room."-they were absorbed by this Iron Titan just as the Elder was. He himself admits he isn't acting quite himself." Originally Posted by dextercorvia Learning that the knife he disregarded a moment ago is in fact magical, Well tunes in to his other sight and begins scanning the room. Spoiler: IOC Hide Activate Detect Magic SLA (3 minutes duration) If uninterrupted he will scan both rooms for the full 3 rounds. During the third round (when he knows the strength of each aura, he'll decide whether to roll or take 10 on the spell craft rolls. He'll take 10 for anything moderate or above, for a result of a 20, which will give him the school of any spell effect up to 5th level or anything with a CL up to 10. For any strong or overpowering aura use these rolls in any order you see fit: [roll0] [roll1] [roll2] [roll3] [roll4] The knife pulses with a strange sort of magic- a kind of magic that leaves tendrils behind. A web stretches out from the dagger, cords pouring out the door and in half a dozen directions. They tremble with excitement. Originally Posted by Tsunamiatunzen1 Ian becomes the half-elf once again as he thinks aloud. "But this makes no sense. The door was locked when we found it and there aren't any exits from here are there? There is evidence of a struggle of some kind but nobody or bloody trail to show for it. Four possibilities exist then: The person or persons in question have escaped via magic, they have turned into an undead being that can move through walls or small areas, a secret entrance is here that we cannot detect, or-" This day has been full of hesitation and Ian was full of dread at suggesting this and tried to look anywhere else except in the room. "-they were absorbed by this Iron Titan just as the Elder was. He himself admits he isn't acting quite himself." Citadel's voice echoes out again. This time, it carries the intonations of Elder." I don't know if I'm alone in this Goliath... but I do know that you aren't. I can feel others. They wait, and watch." His voice cracks." They are not human." Pilot smiles. "Not humans? You mean there are others like me? Let's find them!" "The dagger is the only magic I sense, and it is hungry and dark." Originally Posted by Tsunamiatunzen1 Ian becomes the half-elf once again as he thinks aloud. "But this makes no sense. The door was locked when we found it and there aren't any exits from here are there? There is evidence of a struggle of some kind but nobody or bloody trail to show for it. Four possibilities exist then: The person or persons in question have escaped via magic, they have turned into an undead being that can move through walls or small areas, a secret entrance is here that we cannot detect, or-" This day has been full of hesitation and Ian was full of dread at suggesting this and tried to look anywhere else except in the room. "-they were absorbed by this Iron Titan just as the Elder was. He himself admits he isn't acting quite himself." "What if the attacked or the victim were polymorphed into something, like that book? I think I read a mystery where that is how the body was gotten rid of." "Hopefully not." With that, he opens the book and skims through to get the general idea of the book. Not willing to use too much time when they should be looking for the armory. The book is a book of poems-dark, emo ones, with varying degrees of ****tines. One of the pages falls out when you skin through it. On it, this is written:"My final resting place holds the key. The dead, they will protect- but of me, you will not see. YOU SOL'BOTH ARE, W'HAG AJL IS VAN"This is one of the ****tier ones. "Can't see? Dead? I have a feeling we're talking ghosts here." says Pilot, as he reads the page, before sticking it back in the book. "Pilot, would you mind opening a few more doors before my other sight fades? I'll look around and tell you all if I see anything interesting." Kell shoulders his crossbow against the chance that things would be too interesting. He heads out into the hall and waits for the war forged to open a door. Pilot follows the command, moving clockwise to the next door and opening it. The door slides open, revealing a room populated almost entirely with stainless steel counters. Pots, pans, spices, and various condiments decorate the walls. A cube sits in the corner, emitting heat. A stove is parallel from it. A kitchen? Flick follows behind Well and Pilot. When they open the door, he points his rifle through the opening to be ready for any surprises and sharpens his sight to see any signs of movement. Spoiler: Mechanics Hide hopefully this will work better this time. Perception (1d20+9)[25] "Kitchen. Let's keep moving"he says as Pilot opens the next door. Spoiler: IOC Hide how many doors are there? Well scans the kitchen briefly, just to be safe, while Pilot opens the next door. Spoiler: IOC Hide 1 round, just presence or absence of auras. He'll only spend more time if something shows up. Ian doesn't seem to take much notice of the rooms, preferring to puzzle over the riddle. Key... what key could there be? Perhaps..." Do you suppose the key they are talking about is what will allow the Elder to access more of the Titan? If so, we need to find where the greatest number of undead are. Do you think you can do that detailed a search Elder?" Originally Posted by Brashear Flick follows behind Well and Pilot. When they open the door, he points his rifle through the opening to be ready for any surprises and sharpens his sight to see any signs of movement. Spoiler: Mechanics Hide hopefully this will work better this time. Perception [roll0] You notice a few nozzles attached to the back of the walls-they are labeled in friendly colors. Still AKL, though. The switch next to one of them is tempting. Beside it, a few bowls rest. Originally Posted by Elder "Kitchen. Let's keep moving" he says as Pilot opens the next door. Spoiler: IOC Hide how many doors are there? 6. Three on each side. Originally Posted by dextercorvia Well scans the kitchen briefly, just to be safe, while Pilot opens the next door. Spoiler: IOC Hide 1 round, just presence or absence of auras. He'll only spend more time if something shows up. Auras-yes. It's Magic. Not dagger magic, though. That had a distinct... flavor. Originally Posted by Tsunamiatunzen1 Ian doesn't seem to take much notice of the rooms, preferring to puzzle over the riddle. Key... what key could there be? Perhaps... "Do you suppose the key they are talking about is what will allow the Elder to access more of the Titan? If so, we need to find where the greatest number of undead are. Do you think you can do that detailed a search Elder?" Citadel's voice is not that of Elder's."EIGHT HUMANOIDS DETECTED. HIGHEST CONCENTRATION- AREA B5, KITCHEN. PRIMARY RACE: POST-WAR HUMAN. TERMINATE? [Y/N]" "Pilot, wait! I see something. Let me --"Well is cut off by Citadel." Does it mean us!? Citadel No! Do not Terminate!" Spoiler: IOC Hide Round 2 # of auras and power of most potent Perception (1d20+5)[19] Originally Posted by dextercorvia "pilot, wait! I see something. Let me --" well is cut off by citadel. "Does it mean us!? Citadel no! Do not terminate!" Spoiler: IOC Hide round 2 # of auras and power of most potent perception [roll0] "command received. Standing by." All humor drops chillingly from Flick's voice." Not just us, Well. It said eight. Gramps, can you give us any info on the exact location of the others?" Originally Posted by Brashear All humor drops chillingly from Flick's voice. "Not just us, Well. It said eight. Gramps, can you give us any info on the exact location of the others?" The grinding consistency of Citadel's voice fades into the mellow tones of Elder." I'm sorry... what other three? I think I dozed off for a second." "Wait, what? No, let's not die. Yeah. Guys, we have visitors. Weapons up." Great, hard to fight something you can't find." So far they have yet to reveal themselves. They definitely have the advantage... unless they are locked in the pantry?" He readies his rapier, but looks for a possible hiding spot for a halfling. You never knew how small an opponent could be... He should know from experience. Originally Posted by Tsunamiatunzen1 Great, hard to fight something you can't find. "So far they have yet to reveal themselves. They definitely have the advantage... unless they are locked in the pantry?" He readies his rapier, but looks for a possible hiding spot for a halfling. You never knew how small an opponent could be... He should know from experience. (IOC: Citadel said the highest concentration of humanoids was in the kitchen. There are 8 humanoids. 5 of them are you, and most of you are in there.) Originally Posted by Brashear All humor drops chillingly from Flick's voice. "Not just us, Well. It said eight. Gramps, can you give us any info on the exact location of the others?" "I wasn't sure if any of you had anthropomorphic mice in your pockets." Kell remains in the doorway, focused on observing everything he can. Spoiler: IOC Hide I'm waiting on # of auras and power of the most powerful from round 2. If nothing interrupts, he'll move on to round 3. But, I need to know the power level of the most powerful and the number in order to decide how to make the spell craft checks. Originally Posted by dextercorvia "I wasn't sure if any of you had anthropomorphic mice in your pockets." Well remains in the doorway, focused on observing everything he can. Spoiler: IOC Hide I'm waiting on # of auras and power of the most powerful from round 2. If nothing interrupts, he'll move on to round 3. But, I need to know the power level of the most powerful and the number in order to decide how to make the spell craft checks. There's a background hum of magic, one that envelopes the place. But there are three distinct auras. One is spell level 3, CL 5- the other two 2, 3. On round three, you learn the locations of these-the weaker two are the stove and the steel cube. Interesting, the stronger is... inside the charged box? A latch rests on its exterior. "There's something magic about the stove and the cube. That latched box has an aura coming from inside it -- stronger than the others." Well gestures toward the charged box. The whole place is magic, though, so I hope I'm not missing any." He enters the room fully now and approaches the largest concentration of magic." If I had to bet, I'd say the other three are in here. Shall we breach?" Spoiler: IOC Hide Take 10 on all three spell craft rolls (20) to learn the schools of magic. Flick aims down the sights of his rifle and nods to Well." Ready when you are, Bolts." Pilot, hearing the fuss in the kitchen, walks back in there. Seeing the humanoids gathered around the box, he goes near as well." Clear out, might be dangerous"he says, as he looks around the box for a sign of trouble, before opening it. Spoiler: IOC Hide Take 20 on Perception to find it. Disable Device try, if there's a trap: (1d20+7)[23] Opening it if there's none. Well backs off about fifteen feet from the box. His hand twitches toward one of the more deadly options on his bandolier. No. Not this time. He returns his hand to the crossbow, and nods readiness. "... No sense in waiting. Open it already." Ian doesn't mince words as he readies his rapier. Originally Posted by Elder Pilot, hearing the fuss in the kitchen, walks back in there. Seeing the humanoids gathered around the box, he goes near as well. "Clear out, might be dangerous" he says, as he looks around the box for a sign of trouble, before opening it. Spoiler: IOC Hide Take 20 on Perception to find it. Disable Device try, if there's a trap: [roll0] Opening it if there's none. The box swings open, with no ill-meaning traps or other rudeness. Frigid air streams out it. Inside... rests a frostbitten hand. An ornate ring sits on one finger. It all pulses with a strange sort of magic. Ian seems rather confused." Ummm... Elder? Is this the human? If so, I think you're nuts. Although... why would there be a hand in here?" "Did anyone lose a hand? No one?"says Pilot, as he takes a closer look at the ring. Spoiler: IOC Hide Appraise: (1d20+7)[27] Spell craft: (1d20+9)[24] Knowledge (Arcane): (1d20+9)[20] Originally Posted by Tsunamiatunzen1 Ian seems rather confused. "MMM... Elder? Is this the human? If so, I think you're nuts. Although... why would there be a hand in here?" Spoiler: IOC Hide Citadel just said that there are 8 humanoids in Citadel. The highest concentration is in the kitchen... and that's you guys. (He can't tell the distinction between undead, constructs, outsiders, anything-just looks for a vaguely humanoid shape). Originally Posted by Elder "Did anyone lose a hand? No one?" says Pilot, as he takes a closer look at the ring. Spoiler: IOC Hide Appraise: [roll0] Spell craft: [roll1] Knowledge (Arcane): [roll2] The ring is a Ring of the Hound. Its bearer can summon a mechanized Celestial Dog as a loyal servant. Pilot reaches out and takes the ring, putting it on his finger. He tries to activate it, excited about getting a dog." I'll name him Fido"he says, his voice very high-pitched for a second. Ian becomes increasingly confused as Pilot remarks about the ring." Why are you suddenly talking about naming a ring? Are you sure you didn't go crazy while you were-"He seems at a loss for words to describe Pilot's condition."-MMM... Unconscious? Unaware? Inert? Whatever you do when you're not chatting away?" Flick gives Well a look of confused amusement at Pilot's comments, then twirls his finger in circles around his head and mouths the word, "crazy." Originally Posted by Elder Pilot reaches out and takes the ring, putting it on his finger. He tries to activate it, excited about getting a dog. "I'll name him Fido" he says, his voice very high-pitched for a second. As you reach for the ring, the severed hand grabs your chilled steel- its grasp as steely and inescapable as rigor mortis. The hand turns to dust. Where it touched burnished metal, it left a spiraling rune-one that pulses with magic. It is a foreign blend of the arcane. Roll me a fortitude save. Well shrugs at flick, but the corners of his mouth turn up into the barest hint of a smile." That was strange, but not overly dangerous. Let's repeat with the other two." Kell gestures with his crossbow at the stove and the steel cube. While he waits for Pilot and the others to move into position, he wonders aloud,"What kind of place needs an ice box for severed hand preservation?" "The kind the Iron will give anything to get their murdering hands on,"Flick responds to Well. He thinks for a minute as he puts himself in position, then opens his mouth again,"Ancient evil laboratory of death and evil?" "It is looking like this ancient artifact was not such a benign thing after all. Still, I'd rather be here than dead." Pilot's arm begins to shake. The glyph on his palm glows red, quivering with violent energy and untold horrors. Then... It stops. A few seconds pass without incident. It's... not doing anything right now. All you're certain of is that you definitely failed the save. Well notes Pilots hesitation and looks over." You all right? Maybe I should take a look at that arm?" Spoiler: IOC Hide Focusing his detect magic on Pilot. (1d20+10)[21] spell craft check Originally Posted by dextercorvia Well notes Pilots hesitation and looks over. "You all right? Maybe I should take a look at that arm?" Spoiler: IOC Hide Focusing his detect magic on Pilot. [roll0] spell craft check You can't discern what it is. Some sort of divination? Pilot looks at his arm, and shrugs. He continues his original plan of putting the ring on and activating it. Pilot slides the ring onto his mechanized digit, and it glows to life.Besides you... a flurry of pixels and interlocking gears coats the air. From them appears a small hound- a red one, with rubies for eyes and a hide of maroon steel. It barks, and wags its tail. "Whoa! What the ****?! Where the **** this dog come from?!" Flick exclaims, pointing his rifle at the newcomer. He lowers it after a few moments, noting the wagging tail and friendly bark. He looks to Pilot and raises an eyebrow." Is this Fido?" "Fido, here boy"says Pilot, petting the mechanical dog." Totally worth whatever this is"he says, looking at the rune on his arm. Ian's head snaps to look at the object of Flick's excitement and then sighs." Magic. I'm becoming less amazed and less surprised by what happens as time goes on." Ian moves to the stove and opens the door to peer inside." Doubtful anyone would hide in this." Originally Posted by Elder "Fido, here boy" says Pilot, petting the mechanical dog. "Totally worth whatever this is" he says, looking at the rune on his arm. Fido barks cheerfully. It sounds like grating metal in the cutest way possible. Originally Posted by Tsunamiatunzen1 Ian's head snaps to look at the object of Flick's excitement and then sighs. "Magic. I'm becoming less amazed and less surprised by what happens as time goes on." Ian moves to the stove and opens the door to peer inside. "Doubtful anyone would hide in this." You open the oven. Inside is a very, very overcooked soufflé. It's not a magic soufflé. Ian frowns at the soufflé." Besides the abandoned cooking that is all there is here... and yet there's something missing. Where are the others that are supposed to be around here?" He then knits his brow." Pilot, are you sure you don't remember anything else about the construction of this Iron Titan? Secret doors, spells capable of hiding people, the like? Although... maybe 'Fido?' did you say? Might be able to find the other people we've been told of or get us to the armory." "My memories are very old and unreliable. Sorry."" Fido, these are my friends. Can you find anyone else on this machine?" Pilot asks expectantly at the dog. Fido yips gleefully, then bounds out of the room. He presses his armored nose to Citadel's mainframe." It seems your robot friend found... me." Elder sounds mildly amused. "I'm very happy for you and the dog, but my spell is running out, can we try to get one more room in before it wears off?" Kell marches out of the kitchen and peers through the last door Pilot opened. Spoiler: IOC Hide Same thing on the Detect Magic. One round unless he spots something. If there is something, observe for three rounds. I'll roll after round 2 for schools. The fourth offshoot swivels open, leaving nothing but the final hatch unexplored. It is an odd sight- a row of metal spheres, each the size of a humanoid and each beeping with countless diodes. Some have been opened, their padded exterior revealed by separated gates. Various memorabilia rests around the room-shoes, empty glasses, knick-knacks. The sixth and final egg is opaque. Phrases in AKL display on its pristine shell. Ian follows Well into the room and seems intrigued by the pods. As Well scans the room, he approaches one of the opened pods." Large enough to fit a man. The inside looks like it was made to hold something fragile... or living. Ah! Now we might have a few answers. It seems someone was here at some point." He stoops down to look at the abandoned items and searches the floor to see how long ago it had been disturbed. He then inspects the AKL the opaque pod possesses but does not dare touch it for fear of potentially fatal consequences. He then has an idea after examining the unopened pod. The best way to find out how something works is to actually use it correct? Why not do so on a pod that had already been opened? He presently begins to tinker around with an unopened pod that gives off noise, even going so far as to pull out some of his tools to help in his endeavors. As he happily tinkers away at the prospective mystery, he shouts back out of the room." Hey Pilot! Do you think you could help me figure out what this does before something bad happens? You might want to hurry before it does." Spoiler: Rolls Hide Perception: (1d20+4)[15] Survival:(1d20+4)[9] Linguistics:(1d20+8)[18] For messing with the pod, apply any of these if they apply: Profession (Mechanic):(1d20+4)[14] Disable Device:(1d20+8)[15] Use Magic Device: (1d20+8)[15] Pilot follows in, Fido right behind him." Curious"he comments, as he stares at the egg. He mumbles something about not being prepared enough." Fido, any idea what's in there?" Spoiler: IOC Hide I can use 2 spells and 1 XP to have a 50% shot at casting comprehend languages. Definitely not worth it, but I know what I'm crafting today. Originally Posted by Tsunamiatunzen1 Ian follows Well into the room and seems intrigued by the pods. As Well scans the room, he approaches one of the opened pods. "Large enough to fit a man. The inside looks like it was made to hold something fragile... or living. Ah! Now we might have a few answers. It seems someone was here at some point." He stoops down to look at the abandoned items and searches the floor to see how long ago it had been disturbed. He then inspects the AKL the opaque pod possesses but does not dare touch it for fear of potentially fatal consequences. Furthermore, he then has an idea after examining the unopened pod. The best way to find out how something works is to actually use it correct? Why not do so on a pod that had already been opened? He presently begins to tinker around with an unopened pod that gives off noise, even going so far as to pull out some of his tools to help in his endeavors. As he happily tinkers away at the prospective mystery, he shouts back out of the room. "Hey Pilot! Do you think you could help me figure out what this does before something bad happens? You might want to hurry before it does." Spoiler: Rolls Hide Perception: [roll0] Survival:[roll1] Linguistics:[roll2] For messing with the pod, apply any of these if they apply: Profession (Mechanic):[roll3] Disable Device:[roll4] Use Magic Device: [roll5] Ian sets to work, methodical in his search. It's not a particularly fruitful one, however-the most significant thing you discover is that these pods can both maintain some form of alien life support systems, along with the ability to... freeze over? Freeze time? But a mere glance at the opaque egg confirms any nagging suspicions. You get one word out of the AKL:OCCUPIED. Ian has become very much intrigued." It seems these things are meant to hold a person inside and preserve their life. This one-"He points to the unopened pod."-still protects someone. Perhaps they may be able to help if we were to more accurately read this language? Perhaps when we are not so pressed for time to find the armory I'll be able to learn this language." "Interesting, I suppose, but still not an armory." Kell's crossbow sinks in disappointment. Then he remembers there is one more door, opposite the control room." Let's move on. I'd like to survey as much as we can quickly then come back for study later." "Yeah, we can explore more of this later. Right now, let's get to the armory." Flick takes a quick look around the room and then takes a position outside the last door. As you move in search of the armory, the sigil on Pilot's hand flares. It fades after a few seconds, but a feeling of uneasiness remains. Ian stops in his tracks and glances over at Pilot's hand as it flares." Pilot, is something happening?" Well pauses as he's reaching for the handle." Are you okay to go on, Pilot?"

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Arcania High Library and Study Areas. (IC Thread.)

The Arcadia High library and study areas are just as grand as the rest of the castle itself. Books across the multiverse are stored within these walls, and every single one of them are approved by the Headmaster and Mistresses of the past. Of course that's not to say that a few less savory books haven't made their way inside the library's stacks, but the ones that are discovered are put into the restricted section for safe keeping. Special permission is needed to gain access to the restricted section, magical wards being placed over the entire third floor since the farther back you go, the more dangerous the books get in material and power, among other things. The study areas themselves however are usually near lighted areas, giving plenty of light and warmth even during the winter months. For a peaceful, friendly environment, feel free to come here for any of your studying needs.(Rialla Even'runtime; Early Afternoon, Day 1Location; Library Tagged;Rialla was thoroughly in awe as she stepped into the library proper. The ceiling seemed to be hundreds of feet tall, though perhaps that was her eyes playing tricks on her, the way it came to a gentle arch. There appeared to be three floors to the place, plenty of light to read by, and a calm silence blanketed the whole area. More than anything, though, Rialla could feel the power emanating from the tomes and scrolls. Power enough to shame a fledgling such as herself. She felt immediately that she would end up spending a good deal of time in this place, with all of its literary and arcane majesty. She silently sent a prayer of thanks to Wee Was, and moved among the book stacks, careful not to touch anything just yet. Furthermore, she wasn't sure what the policies for this library were, and she did not want to get herself into trouble just yet. However, she did make notes. Notes upon notes for books that caught her eye; tomes she could pour over at a later date. Scrolls she wished to study and spells she could possibly learn. Oh yes, Rialla was going to like this school after all. She stopped her compulsions from driving her to shut out her environment, however. That was a trait she had embarrassingly little control over. Some might view it an asset, as she surely did most of the time, but it was unsettling for others at times. No, she stopped taking her notes and decided she needed to present herself to whoever (or whatever) it was that was in charge of the library. She noted the presence of a few orderlies, nothing too special. She opted to find a comfortable place to sit and wait for the head librarian to come through, or at least someone she could talk to and get the necessary information from. Lionel Porter Time; Early Afternoon, Day 1Location; Main Hall of Arcadia High Tagged; Giselle; RiallaLionel couldn't argue with Giselle following him at all, she'd have found a clever loophole by saying something like "I'm doing research on alchemy." or "I need to find out a little more about my culture." though the latter of the two was without question the most unlikely to appear. Regardless, as head librarian he couldn't tell her to keep out at all; it was everyone's rights to enter the place of quiet study so Lon as it was quiet study and nothing more which has often been the case he'd have to throw students out of the place. So as the two walked through the corridor to the very library itself, Lionel said "I should explain a key element of this library to you; it's proportions are often deemed to defy the laws of physics in the castle. You'll see why soon enough." The dark corridor was dimly lighten, but soon they saw an arch making a luminous beacon to then as they had encountered the great Library's entrance. "Brace yourself." he said upon walking into the vast hall filled with books to the very brim, and it smelt quite nice too! The cleaners did a good job on the place as he expected. So of course he decided to walk to his desk where he'd sign himself in. But what did catch his eye was a student in their midst. So early on in the year? Well, she clearly was a studious type, so Lionel chuckled quietly and sat down on his desk. A few little orbs of light appeared around the man as he said "Bring me the Monster-media please." and suddenly the lights darted down the halls. They eventually 'hit' and 'diffused' against some sort of magic barrier which rippled as they did so. Lionel expected Giselle to question this, so he explained in advance, quietly of course: "That's a magic barrier designed to keep students from the more 'dangerous' book in the library. However, little concern of those as the ones at the far end, behind a secret door; those are the books a student is forbidden to possess, as they are in there for quarantine purposes alone." Shortly after, the little balls of light flew back to Lionel with a large tome, the Monster-Jedi, floating in this magic sling they generated, placing it before the Leo-Sapiens. Lionel then thanked the beings as he took out a quit and began to write about Ultimo in the tome, even a detailed drawing of the being. Lionel then did look back to the student as he noted she was waiting for someone, possibly him, so he said "Are you looking for someone madam? Can I help you with anything?" Rialla Even'runtime; Early Afternoon, Day 1Location; Library Tagged; Lionel and anyone serially had spent her waiting time reading a few of the books she had brought with her from her previous home. Spells and arcane theory adorned the pages, and she made her own notes both in the books and on her own journal. They were all in a jumbled script written in a personal code-language. There were many things on Rialla's mind, but all having to do with the kinds of spells she was trying to design. Spell-making was a dangerous science, and even this relatively simple spell had spent months in the theory stage. It wouldn't do to move to actually testing it just to find that the smallest mistake in the written incantation would cause her lungs to catch fire. Rialla barely registered the entrance of the lion man and the elf-woman she thought she saw a while ago at the entrance. She figured they were here for a reason and did not speak to them, continuing her writing and reading. Rialla turned her head the Lion-man when he spoke to her. She had not wanted to interfere before he had addressed her, though honestly she was surprised he paid her any mind. He looked to be an impressive sort of man, tall and well-built, radiating a power like most of the staff and teachers she'd encountered so far. She stood and approached his desk, bowing to the man before speaking out loud. IF he was the one in charge of the library, she wanted to make a good impression. It was a stunning place, and she planned to make good use of it during her time here.“Well, may I ask who is the head of this magnificent place? I'm making it a point to introduce myself to as many of the faculty members as I can, and I have some questions about the rules of the library besides. I hope I am not interrupting anything important,” she said in a polite but confident tone of voice. Giselle Do'Argentine; Early Afternoon, Day 1Location; Library Tagged; Lionel, Rialla, and anyone else. She could have found a clever loophole sure, but why did she need to hide her intentions? She found the lion man's company enjoyable, and wanted to spend a little more time with him. Besides, she would need to keep up to date on the Monster-media sure, but that was for tomorrow. Today was getting to know the people she'd be with for four years from here. Lionel's library as she'd come to know it was an amazing and beautiful place of study, that was clear from the first few seconds. "Not even the Host Tower of the Arcane back home has anything like this." She replied in open wonderment, amazed by the beautiful place before her. Most libraries she'd been in had a dust layer a foot thick, but this place was pristine, clean, and obviously quiet given the nature of the place. She nodded when he explained that the place did indeed seem to defy the very laws of physics, but the dimension they were in did that on its own. Even so, she could appreciate his kindly offered warning to brace herself as even she found it hard to believe despite all she'd been through. She had plane walked, fought demons in their own Hellish plane of existence, had saved countless people from monsters of all kinds, yet the sheer scope of this place was staggering. Still, she adjusted quickly as she hopped on the desk, sitting herself down next to Lionel as he summoned his pride and joy. "Clever, but maybe you get this a lot when people ask why said books are kept here to begin with if they're so dangerous, but why are they?" She chuckled, not intentionally making the joke, but it had happened anyway as she was indeed curious. Still, regardless of the answer, she'd turn her gaze to the student that Lionel had addressed kindly enough. She was about to say something when the announcement came over the hidden address system, (see main hall), but was kind enough not to say anything as she listened. She had no idea that her face was being plastered all over her own booth with the highlight being her most recent fight with Ultimo alongside Lionel not an hour ago. Still, if she had known and saw just how successful the publicity campaign was, she wouldn't have complained much at all since she had suddenly got very famous among the younger generations. She'd be challenged in her own way however given the fact that some worlds had early gunpowder level weaponry to their names, but that was for another time. Turning to Rialla once again, Giselle hopped off the desk and held out her hand to the young girl once the announcement was over with. "Well, I won't keep ya long, but the name's Giselle Do'Burden, dark elf/light elf ranger to Mailing. It's a pleasure to meet you. I think I'm not the only one that's surprised that you're here already of all places, but personally it's a good thing to be studious I say, so I wouldn't complain myself." She teased lightly, turning her gaze to her lion man friend briefly to let him know she was just picking on him a little bit in good fun. Still, whether Rialla shook her dark skinned hand, Giselle would turn her brown eyes back to the young woman in question before speaking further. "I just started today myself, so I know about as much as you do regarding who's in charge or not, still, if you ever take a class with me, I'd be happy to have ya. You better get going through if you don't want to miss sign up." Lionel Porter Time; Early Afternoon, Day 1Location; Main Hall of Arcadia High Tagged; Giselle; RiallaThe Leo-Sapiens merely chuckled at Giselle as she sat on his desk, her compliments to the library stroking his ego sufficiently for him of course. He saw in her face the admiration she had for the place, and it was true, this place was certainly unique; there were very few places that could compare to such a library. It had the Sentinels, which flew around the place collecting books for the students, and the number of enchantments on behalf of many wizards was uncountable. Lionel loved it here, adored the place, it was like his little piece of heaven. Now, Giselle's question was, of course valued, but Lionel tapped her on the nose as he said "One moment, the students always take priority." as he addressed Rialla's questions first...well, after the announcement as well as Giselle introducing herself. But, as she told Rialla to head off, Lionel said "But before you go, student, allow me to answer your questions. The head librarian is me, Lionel Porter. I'm very flattered that you love my library, but this place is a team effort of all the Arcadia staff; it shows well, doesn't it? I admire your nature about getting to know the faculty here, a very wise move. And as for the rules, I won't waist your time, but the first three are highlighted on that board over there." and as Lionel pointed to a bulletin board, there were three large posters; in respective order they read "Rule 1: SHH!" "Rule 2: Respect the Sentinels, and they'll respect you." and "Rule 3: No access to the Forbidden Area without the Head Librarian's Permission!!!" Lionel then smiled back to Rialla as he said "Now you'd best be going now, if you're late all the classes you want will be taken!" of course this wasn't true, but he felt it'd give her a spark to get moving onto it quickly. Partially because he wanted her to sign up quickly, and partially so he could do his annual inventory check of course. Whether Rialla went away or not, Lionel spoke aloud "Sentinels, inventory check please!" and like that all the little lights flickered here and there buzzing in and out rows looking at all the books in stock to see if everything was where it should be. You could see a bunch rearranging things alphabetically, date, and even by size; these creatures were definitely busy bees. Lionel chuckled at the sight as he nudged Giselle's hand a little saying "These things are a real big help here." But then he had nothing to do for a while to he sunk back into his seat and stretched his arms saying "Giselle, please do tell me more about you. My first analysis of you was merely an aggressive draw, yet you've shown me wrong. I could say I'm intrigued." Giselle Do'Argentine; Early Afternoon, Day 1Location; Library Tagged; Lionel, Rialla, and anyone else. Giselle just shook her head in amusement as her nose was playfully flicked by the lion man before he turned to the student, and patiently waited for him to turn his gaze back to her. She had to agree to his little comment since she'd be doing something quite similar to what he'd obviously been doing himself so far since his arrival here. Students would have to come first, but only as far as she was treated with the same respect of course. For now, she let the question she had asked Lionel be forgotten if not delayed for a little bit, still wanting an answer as he sent Rialla on her way before he turned back to her, and asked a question of her that had her hesitating a bit. She wasn't entirely comfortable talking about herself all that much, for the very reason that she had been chosen as a teacher here in this prestigious academy, because of all that she had done up until now. Not all of it was good, to put it bluntly. She watched him set his little Sentinels to work, having them check the inventory of the library before sighing heavily, not liking to talk about herself all that much due to some personal issues of her own. Still, she owed him a bit for saving her life from Ultimo earlier, so she slowly looked him in the face briefly before walking away, needing time to think on how to begin before she turned back, meeting his gaze with her brown and beautiful, yet saddened gaze. "You had to ask the one question that makes me uncomfortable a bit for....certain things I've done in the past. Still, you saved my life today with Ultimo, so I owe you a little bit if nothing else. And please, don't say anything about not owing you a thing or anything like that." She said before he could say a word, having a feeling he would as she found a comfortable chair before dragging up to the librarian's counter before undoing her sword belt, putting it on the counter as quietly as she could before unslinging her pack, putting that by the desk as well before finally sitting down herself. "Oh where to begin this little tale of mine. What do you want to know the most Lionel? I guess that'd be the best place to start." She finally replied, making herself comfortable since this was going to be a while. Lionel Porter Time; Early Afternoon, Day 1Location; Main Hall of Arcadia High Tagged; Giselle; Rialla"Nothing." was the Leo-Sapiens's response. He saw her reaction to the question, and spotted a little twist he could play on it...well, two rather. "Firstly, I will explain why your accusation of being in my debt falls short, miss Do'Burden. I saved you from Ultimo's attack, but when I hit exhaustion, you gave me that potion to help me down the mountain. And not only that, when I fainted, you dragged me back to Arcadia, where Beria then ended her strength. Now, whereas returning Beria's strength outweighed the imbalance between us two, you and I...well, fact is, I'm in your debt, from the way I see it." Lionel had a feeling she would reason against this, a good reason; he did like to have a good debate and Giselle though powerful on the field, he hoped, she seemed quite as intellectually capable for such a debate. Lionel then brought forth his second reason: "Now, if I play it from your perspective, you are in my debt, correct? And, following this principle, then surely it is I who has the choice of how this would be amended, would I not? If so, I would advise you not to discuss this topic any further, as evading this clearly sensitive matter would be repaying your debt." He was eager to hear her response, but firstly Lionel took her genre hand in his as his valiant eyes gazed into her dishearten beautiful pearls, saying "Take this word from a veteran, young one. You may have certainly lived longer than I, but I have aged well, and in doing, so I have discovered that in life, regardless of wherever we are, there is always a choice. The mountain, Ultimo's grip upon your neck, if I wished I could've conserved my energy because I wanted to leave that mountain alive, but rather I wiped him out. I had a choice, and I picked mine. You have a choice, and there's no pressure influencing it. If you speak of this past, please do know it is on your own accord, as I have expressed my sentiments towards it. We all have baggage, and if you wish, share." He did understand her feeling. Fact was, as a Leo-Sapiens, he'd have plenty of baggage to share around, and even as an 11 Blade, but he kept it away so he could live today. Though sharing the past is often a solution, sometimes merely looking forwards is the best way. And especially to a traumatic past, the only way to escape it once and for all was merely looked towards a brighter future. Lionel, after an intense gaze, hoped she understood this, though it wasn't very promising, though he did have a request of her soon depending on her response. ((How can anyone argue with that one? Lol. I had her drag one of the chairs in the library over to his desk, so they aren't in the main hall. Not important though.)) Giselle Do'Argentine; Early Afternoon, Day 1Location; Library Tagged; Lionel; RiallaGiselle listened quietly to his response, his words truly touching in a way that mattered greatly to the half Draw ranger. No one, save perhaps her father, her twin brothers, and Beria, had ever been so kind to her. Lionel was indeed an exceptional man, and Giselle was glad she had met him when she had. She chuckled at last, leaning back in the chair she had dragged over as silently as she could, getting comfortable as she crossed her right leg over her left knee, seeming perfectly at ease despite the raging emotions she was feeling in her chest, most of them sadness over lost loves and dead allies. They were both veterans of war, it came with the territory, but some wounds were slower to heal all the same, just as Lionel knew as well she was sure. "You make a valid argument Lionel." She began slowly, lifting her gaze up to the man's face once again, a slow but passionate fire returning to her gaze once again. "However, if you want to debate who owes who anything, I could have not gone up there at all with you Lionel, and chances are you might not have succeeded on your own, or if you had, you wouldn't have made the trip back down on your own if you had to use that spell of yours as you did to save my life. So, if you want to debate this further, I'm more than willing." She smiled, a glint in her brown eyes since she did enjoy a good debate since she was as intelligent as she seemed to be, more so in fact given her ability to lead a small army to victory if the need ever arose, and it had a couple of times. "But enough of this, you are one of the kindest people I've ever met Lionel, and I am glad you chose to help me instead of saving your energy as you said. That, and I have made my choice, as surely as you made yours." She squeezed his hand in turn, strongly, feeling welcomed for the first time in ages as she slowly let his hand go. Sighing however, she looked up to the ceiling, remembering the good and the bad times in equal measure for several long seconds. A lot of it was good, but the bad....they hurt, and they were remembered, and would be remembered for as long as she lived for sure. Still, it didn't matter in the end as Lionel wanted to hear what she had to say, and that was enough for her. "I will share my friend, and that is not something I often say to people I just met, let alone to people I know for a while as I have known so many. Let me say this, and forgive me for being so forward, but you'll get a better perspective on how deep some of my scars run. I have not let a man into my bed for over forty years, Lionel. I haven't even taken time to help myself to personal relief in that long either. Furthermore, I've had my heart broken twice, the second time because of my own mistake, and no I didn't cheat on the man before you ask. The first time....let's just say that I should have looked beyond the surface of his charming smile to see he was a member of an evil organization called the Interim that runs every illegal activity you can think of back home on Fern. I was twenty, he was twenty-five. I was young, naive, and inexperienced in the ways of the world save for the fact I knew by then that dark elves, half or otherwise, were not accepted members of society despite my family name being known throughout the realms. He....saw past my skin, and whether he loved me as much as I did him, I cannot say now, but at the time it felt real. At least, until an agent of the Harpers approached me for a job, the Harpers being the exact opposite of the Interim in that the Harpers protect the realms when the realms cannot protect themselves. At any rate, the job entailed killing a wizard, and guess who the target was? He was lucky he showed me proof, otherwise I don't think I could have done what was required, but even that much about cost me my life then. So, want to know more?" Lionel Porter Time; Early Afternoon, Day 1Location; Main Hall of Arcadia High Tagged; Giselle; Rialla (if available)Lionel was looking forward to this heated debate; Giselle was a very worthy rival indeed, and seeing the fire in her eyes, he knew she'd give him a fight. Unfortunately it wouldn't be a literal fight, and his request would have to be postponed for the time being. Right now she was pouring her heart out onto the Leo-Sapiens. She talked about scars running so deep that time itself may never heal them, but from what he was hearing, he could tell he had another bit of veteran expertise to share. Now, two broken hearts, a sentiment Lionel felt once and was familiar to it, and in fact it seemed they were both familiar stories as well, though Lionel's time to share wasn't now; Giselle clearly needed the support of a friend being there for her, and this Leo-Sapiens's shoulders were large enough for four people to cry on, let alone one. The ending of the tale, or seeming cliffhanger, was very tempting to ask for more, but firstly Lionel patted her shoulder as he said "Not just yet Giselle, I can see one little thing in your story...""...and that is simply, I assume, heartbreak. I know the sentiment, and it is painful, but you must know that you can beat these scars. Beria is there to support you, as am I, you just have to ask, alright? I know that a proud being such as myself, with buckets of arrogance to spare, saying these things is certainly odd, but trust me, everything, and I mean everything, can be beaten one way or another." Lionel then wrapped his arm around Giselle's back and squeezed her tightly in a hug, stroking her hair as he said "I think somebody needs a long over-due cuddle, don't you? Go on, tell me everything. And don't you dare say that chair is more comfy than my fur, I know that as a fact it isn't. I used extra-soft lotion in my mane today, and if it's already worn off somebody owes me a lot of money back." chuckling lightly as he rubbed Giselle's back. It was odd, the big fur ball stroking the more 'humanism' being as a teddy bear role reversal, but then again what wouldn't happen at this place, huh? Giselle Do'Argentine; Early Afternoon, Day 1Location; Library Tagged; Lionel; RiallaShe shivered minutely from the warmth coming from Lionel's body as he hugged her. She didn't realize just how much she needed this as she felt tears start to well up in her brown eyes. She had gotten past most of the emotional trauma, but the second time....that had been her own mistake, and that in itself hurt more. "She did...help me for most of it.... Lionel. But....she can only do so much despite her abilities as the best healer I've ever met. But....it wasn't enough....since I met her shortly after.... I broke up with a light elf man I met many years later....when I was century old. He....wouldn't even look at me as I was....and I found out....his family and clan had been slain by a surface raid of dark elves, so he had every right to hate what I am in appearance only. So I....chose to make myself a light elf as well, using a simple polymorph spell to do the job. I kept it up for three years....finding a happiness I didn't know could exist." She shivered again, smiling weakly as she closed her eyes against the lion man's chest, chuckling weakly a moment later at his attempt at humor. It took her a moment to carry on, but she found the means as she kept on talking, somehow. "He proposed.....wanted to marry me....but I couldn't truly do that until he knew the truth. His....response....was less than what I had hoped, but I knew....at some level I knew it could never be. It hurt....even more than the first time.... Lionel. I ran then, I ran until no one could find me, and stumbled across Beria's temple. That's how we met....." Lionel Porter Time; Early Afternoon, Day 1Location; Main Hall of Arcadia High Tagged; Giselle; Rialla (if available)Lionel couldn't believe his ears; Giselle's second problem, one which cut so deep, seemed to be from his perspective quite peculiar. Addressing it how he thought would probably make a sensitive situation worse, Lionel decided to take a more subtle approach. "Remember what I said? About allowing our past to haunt you? Your elf, he let it haunt him, and it ruined you in its wake. His choice was clouded by his past, his prejudice, and because of it he allowed someone who cherished him so to slip away; it is a foolish mistake Giselle. I can tell you know you're a very special woman, and one who deserves to be treated with the care you need. I can feel as if these emotions were bottled up, weren't they?" Lionel then hugged Giselle a little soft as he simply said "Giselle, all you need to do is let out your emotions. Cry, it'll make things feel better. Cry and let out your sorrow, because when you do, you'll realize there are many here, all the teachers here care for your, none more so than Beria, I can tell you mean the world to her." ((I didn't have access to my computer all day, so I'll just play catch up and be on my way.)) Rialla Even'runtime; Early Afternoon, Day 1Location; Library Tagged; Lionel and Giselle"Pleased to meet you both. I am Rialla Even'RIA, little more than a humble spell caster. I do look forward to anything you and the others could teach me." Rialla shook Giselle's hand, smiling politely to the dark elf. She had recalled spying her either on her way in or somewhere in the corridors, she couldn't say for sure. That being said, the announcement was an urgent one so she had to finish her pleasantries as quickly as possible without seeming rude to either of the two she had met in the library. She inclined her head slightly to Giselle before she moved along. She turned her attention back to the Leo-sapien and smiled brightly." Well, their work is most impressive. But, the body does not function long without a strong brain, no? Anyway, thank you for your time, but as you've said, I should be going now. It's been a pleasure meeting the two of you!" Rialla said, bowing before scurrying away from them. She made her way back through the entrance of the library and walked a brisk pace towards the main entrance hall. She didn't want to be left out of any classes she might take, after all. ((It's ok Garden Hun. I hope you're finding this enjoyable though.)) Giselle Do'Argentine; Early Afternoon, Day 1Location; Library Tagged; Lionel She was utterly powerless to Lionel's gentle and compassionate nature. There were few people that made her feel so warm and loved, and now she was considering Lionel to be in that very small and select group of people she called friend....and more when fate hadn't been cruel to her. She had been told something quite similar from Beria when she had finally broken down and told her all she suspected or down right knew for herself from her powers to talk to the gods themselves when answers weren't easily gotten otherwise from those that sought her out. So she took the librarian's advice and let her mountain high mental defenses crumble and poured out her heart and soul through the body wracking sobs that followed. It took her a good half hour to release so many long years of sorrow and sadness, pain and anguish, but eventually she started to calm once more, indeed feeling better, although her eyes were red and puffy and her voice hoarse as she breathed a little easier into the man's furry chest. There might have been a few bruises from her beating her hands against him, but if he noticed she couldn't tell, not really coherent at the moment to really notice anyway until she opened her eyes once more. "Where were you when I was younger Lionel?" She whispered, barely audible even to his ears as she slowly looked up into his face. "You....were right. I've kept all that inside for far too long....and now that it's gone.... I feel a hundred years younger, to tell you the truth. Furthermore, I didn't realize just how badly I needed to do that until now." She offered a strong smile then, her eyes lighting up in a way that said all that needed to be said. "You're wise beyond your years Lionel, and if I didn't know any better I'd have said you had some even blood in your veins given your vast wisdom and life lessons you have at your fingertips. Even an old soul like me could learn much from someone like you." Sitting up fully once again in the chair she had pulled over, Giselle wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeves, knowing she probably looked terrible at a physical level, but she didn't really care at that moment. She'd been through worse, and her physical appearance wasn't all that important to her anyway in most cases. Her way of life was a rough and dirty one more times than not, but she wouldn't have had it any other way. Getting back on track however, the half Draw's dark cheeks turned a shade darker, realizing how she must look to the strong paladin Leo-Sapiens. "I must look like a mess after that little display, but all that aside, Beria means the world to me as well as she would say the same about me, I'm sure. Hell, I wouldn't even be here if not for her as I might have said before. Regardless Lionel, I....before you got me to let all that negative shit out, I might have considered you a good one night fling if nothing else since love and me as you've surely realized, hasn't gone well together. Now.... I don't know, but it would definitely be more than a one night thing I can promise you that much. I don't know if I'm yet ready to love again for fear of it falling apart on me as it has before twice over, but....given enough time and patience.......on both our parts....?" She let the question hang in the air, being far more careful this time around about opening herself up as she had in the past. Sex was one thing, but love? That would be an entirely different ball game until she was ready to try that path to oblivion again. Lionel Porter Time; Early Afternoon, Day 1Location; Library Tagged; Giselle Lionel smiled softly as Giselle wept into his fur, surprisingly it soaked them up like a sponge; must have been that new moisturizer he was using, but never mind. Fact was she got all that baggage, all that pent-up stress out somehow, and he didn't mind her beating on his chest at all, anything to get the emotions out. They didn't bruise, but by Zenith did they hurt; he really wanted that Miracle Elixir now. Giselle then looked into his eyes with ones much brighter, which made him smile; she looked much better when she had a really sincere smile on her face, the look suited her...and everyone else really. "Giselle, my dear, I'm pure Leo-Sapiens; I'm just a domesticated kitty cat paladin. And believe me when I say this, though you have years, you don't age as much as us Leo-Sapiens. Fact is, though I am younger, I too am older...it is confusing, I know, but never mind that now." Lionel let out a little snigger at the end of that sentence, unsure where he was going or what he was doing with it at all. Well, at least me managed to stop it in its tracks before he went on a ridiculous rant." Nonsense. Giselle, you letting out your emotions is beautiful, as is anyone else's. I'm just glad it didn't eat up too much of you." Lionel said in response to her calling herself a mess, finding no harm done in it. After all, he was a friend, and friends don't judge on looks. He was quite glad he had gotten to know Giselle better than his prejudiced note on her when he saw them enter Arcadia; he knew if he didn't then he wouldn't have even considered being anything more than colleagues. And now look where they were, she was crying into his shoulder and opening so many closed doors to him. Anyway, she then went on to say she saw him as a one night fling? Well, saw, but now unsure of what to think. Lionel couldn't believe she looked at him in that way, and then she went on to say love. Lionel had to put an end to it, so firmly holding Giselle's shoulders Lionel said "Listen carefully. You're emotionally distraught, and very vulnerable. You're a wonderful woman, no questions, and very beautiful. But we both know eventually, at some point, we will split paths. You don't need to go through heartbreak again Giselle. What you need is me to be a friend, alright? No love, nothing of the sort; it'll be nothing more than a painful trip spiraling into disaster. Giselle, I look at you as a friend, but if I was to look at you as a man-well, Leo-Sapiens, I'd...well, let me put it this way. If I wasn't the man I am now, I'd sleep with you as much as I possibly could, because that is how beautiful you are, both inside and out. But we must keep it as friends, alright?" This was quite painful for the Leo-Sapiens; he had just ejected one smoking hot piece when she had her guard down. But what kind of paladin would do such a thing? Certainly not an 11 Blade, one whose triumph over temptation would allow his clear judgement. But she seemed sad, and she did seem quite defenseless, as a result of his compassion, so he had to rebuild those defenses...and he knew just how. Lionel cleared his throat and smirked at Giselle as he said "Now...our debate! Fact is, you chose to come up there with me not to help me but your own free will! So, that way, I see that so far I'm in your debt for help...wait, I forget, am I arguing for me in your debt and you vice versa? Or is it the other way around?" he spotted that fire in her eye when he struck up this intellectual battle, and from what Lionel had gathered, if there was one way to make Giselle more like herself, it would b competition. "Now, Giselle, I need to ask you a favor. See, the thing is, I miss my strength dearly. I want it back, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes. Fact is, I want to fight you at my full potential when you too are at that state. I'm glad the baggage is gone for now, because now you can fight me without distractions, but though you're ready, I'm not. I need to get my strength back if I'm to fight you, which from your fiery nature, which does appeal to me, I can tell will be one worth waiting for." ((You say that now, but how long can he resist I wonder? Lol.)) Giselle Do'Argentine; Early Afternoon, Day 1Location; Library Tagged; Lionel"Domesticated I wouldn't be too sure on given how you finished off Ultimo." Giselle giggled in turn, not used to feeling so light in so long as she replied to the man's comment. "Even so, pure neo-Arian or not as you call yourself, you have much more in common with the light elves than you realize and that's a good thing if you ask me. And yeah, you might want to try explaining that last part again a bit there Lionel." She chuckled again, getting only about a fourth of that last part right she hoped. Thinking about it though, she did know that cats and dogs didn't live as long as humans since they aged far quicker than they did, so maybe that had something to do with it? She couldn't be sure, not without further information preferably right from the source, but it wasn't really all that important really. Even so, she was glad that he hadn't minded her little display of raw emotion, but it did surprise her that her letting her emotions run wild like that had been beautiful of all things. That was the last thing she'd expected to hear, but it warmed her heart all the same. Then he had to ruin the moment, for her own good or not she didn't rightly care at that moment, by trying to stop her own little rant about possible love between them. "Forgive me for this but shut up for two seconds you overgrown fur ball." Giselle countered, shaking his hands free from her shoulders before standing and meeting him at eye level. "Yes, I realize that now's not the best time, especially after we've only just started to get to know each other, but if you had let me finish before going on your own little tirade about why it couldn't work out between us, SHOULD we even get that far, you might have heard the rest of what I had to say. Gods, what is it with men that makes them wet themselves the moment the L word is brought up?" She growled, but sighed heavily since it had also been partly her own fault. Still, she wasn't about to let it slide so easily either as she continued, becoming passionate in her own way as the debate started in earnest. "Emotionally distraught is the understatement of the century sure, but given enough time, now that most of the damage is gone thanks to you doing the seemingly impossible in such a short amount of time when Beria had only managed to patch up the scars over the course of a few months, you've all but erased them from my heart in a single prolonged meeting, maybe, someday you have big overgrown cat. Not right now, not tomorrow or in the next week, probably not even the next year will love to play into anything we do from here on. However, we can still be friends and still have the occasional fling from time to time can we not? Forgive me for being sexually frustrated, but I haven't had my toes curled in over forty years, and again sorry for being so crude and forward, but that's the truth of it. So, friends or not, I just wanted to get that out of the way before I had another reason to beat your ass." She teased, only half way serious as she fell back into the chair, feeling oddly tired out after that tirade but better differently at the same time. "Sheesh, arguing with you is hard work. Even so.... I do appreciate you turning down my rather non-existent advances out of the goodness of your heart Lionel....wait, did you say you'd sleep with me as much as you could if you weren't the man you are today?" She blinked, a few times in obvious surprise as her cheeks turned black as pitch. She.....had totally missed that somehow. Still, she recovered quickly as she laughed at herself, unable to help it since she had most likely sounded like a right fool just then. Recovering from her own embarrassment, she nodded to Lionel's request to finding a way to regain his strength. She chuckled as he forgot what side of the debate he'd been on, and with all the raging emotions between them, she had forgotten herself. It didn't matter in the end as she steepled her fingers under her chin, thinking on how best to answer him since she couldn't honestly answer for Beria, but she could at least point him towards the light elf cleric since she was rather good at obtaining answers where there were no other way to find them if nothing else. "I do not wish to get your hopes up Lionel, because I don't even know for sure if she can help you out in your quest to return to full strength or not, but if anyone can, it's Beria Material. She's good at working miracles, some of which she did for me when I came down off of that mountain after nearly dying at the claws of that evil red dragon. Any other cleric wouldn't have even tried to heal the damage done to me, but she did when I was brought to her door, an inch from death and not even with it for the first month. All I remember was the cold until my nearly severed spine was put back together, although how she managed it I'll never guess. It took another two to make me whole once more through painful therapy and....rather intense nightly sessions in her bed since she does her best healing through her Sacred Prostitute training oddly enough given her own personal past problems she's more or less come to terms with, unlike me until recently. I won't tell you what she's been through since that'd be a violation of her trust, but I will say that like the light elf I told you about before, she lost her entire family and clan in a single night. The rest you'll have to get from her. At any rate, I don't know how much you know about Sacred Prostitutes, Lionel, but I can assure you that despite the fact she has slept with a lot of people, she's in perfect health and that she'd be the first to agree with you regarding the whole love debate we had earlier. She's a healer in every sense of the word, emotionally, physically, spiritually, sexually...., and she's quite capable to cover every need a person might have. She's considered a sacred being where we come from, and her powers are not limited to talking to the gods themselves if a certain ritual is seen to first. All it comes down to is asking her a question before anything physical occurs, and bringing her to release after twenty minutes of lovemaking, to put it nicely. If you're willing to try Lionel, she'd be willing to help you if it's in her power to do so. She has never turned down anyone that she feels is deserving as you would prove to be I'm sure. She helped me after all, what more do you need?" Lionel Porter Time; Early Afternoon, Day 1Location; Library Tagged; Giselle Lionel rolled his as, he went on his rant again. But one way or another, the fiery explosive Giselle was back, and he couldn't really be happier. But her approach was quite...suggestive, really. She was tense, really, really tense. And to put it bluntly, Lionel thought she actually needed it? He must've been losing it, but whatever, fact was Giselle clearly wanted him but, well, her seduction, if it so could be called, was very confrontational. Maybe it was because she was out of touch, maybe it was because she was quite angry with him. Bottom line, she was hitting Lionel's buttons swimmingly; he loved women who were flames, flamboyant, willing to put up a fight. And Giselle's confrontational method was working quite well, noting his member starting to get a little excited from it all. Lionel's more animalistic nature was getting the best of him; he fought temptation so well because it was never there. Women would come to him and tease him, try a cute or sexy method to seduce him. Lionel liked fighters, he liked string women both physically and mentally. Giselle? Well, she fit the cake. As Giselle finished her little speech about Beria, Lionel closed his eyes and chuckled. "Wonderful, I'll speak to her when I get the chance. However, I do expect you'll be coming along, won't you, pal?" he said teasingly. "It seems you know your friend Beria quite well, and she seems like a wonderful woman. I know of legends of the Sacred Prostitutes, and as you can assume from our order, we recognize them as Giantesses, as they give their own bodies to help others; Beria spell an example of her self-sacrifice. She's clearly a wonderful example and a true friend." Lionel then leaned over to Giselle, his gaze in hers, as he said "But, right now, I think I should tell you something: your idea of a fling...it's sounding much more appealing now. See, when you spoke to me about it, when I ranted, you weren't how you are now. Giselle, there's nothing that turns me on more than a feisty woman such as yourself, and though I thought I could resist, its clear my efforts are growing thin. But we cannot engage in intimate activities here; the sentinels will get frisky. If you want me, we'll have to go elsewhere. Because the thing is, right now, you're awakening an old, more primal side to me that, well, I can say I've missed." ((I'm not sure how I'm going to do the Teacher sleeping areas lol. Any ideas CJ?)) Giselle Do'Argentine; Early Afternoon, Day 1Location; Library Tagged; Lionel If she had been trying to seduce him, Lionel couldn't have missed out on her suggestions that were otherwise quite open without any teasing to be found since she wasn't technically trying anything. She was just telling the truth, nothing more. Funny how that worked for some people, as she soon realized when he teased her in turn. Giselle was taken aback a few metaphorical steps, having not expected to get such a positive response from Lionel, but she recovered quickly before speaking once more, unable to keep the grin from her face from it all. "Careful what you wish for their buddy. You have no idea how feisty I can be. You might find that even your superhuman strength won't be enough to out last me. Furthermore, you'd be surprised how many tricks you can learn when you're stuck in a temple full of people like Beria, although I only ever had Beria help me in my time there." Growing serious a bit again however, Giselle gladly met Lionel's gaze, nodding since she didn't think doing anything in the library would be a good idea exactly herself. Too many chances of being discovered, and to be caught doing something like that on the first day would surely be enough to get them both canned if it was against the rules or something. "Beria is a wonderful woman, but she's too kind for her own good at times. I mean that in the best possible way, but once I was able to start walking and eventually fighting again, I had to drag a couple of assholes out of her holy temple before they caused undue harm to anyone. How they slipped by her careful selection is beyond me, but it happened all the same. I am just saying that whatever you choose, don't take advantage of her, or let anyone else do the same if you can help it. I'm sure you wouldn't, but....it's just me being paranoid for her sake since she's been known to heal and tend to others until she drops from exhaustion. More than a few of the people that follow her way asked me to watch over her when I made a brief stop over in her Temple on our way here since they know as much as I do about her tendency to neglect her own health at times." Still, all that aside, Giselle felt safe in sharing all this with the paladin as she smiled softly since she was glad that he found her as alluring as she found him. Love wouldn't be going into all this, not for a while, if ever, but friends, that was a certainty. And as long as they were safe, nothing would come of their occasional flings that they both seemed to need. "Most people find it hard to debate against me since I can blast most arguments apart with little trouble. That and my explosive rants tend to unnerve those that try, but it's good I finally find someone like you that I can argue with all I like just for the fun of it all. Having two one year older twin brothers that look far more like our light elf mother doesn't make for good arguments, especially when magic spells start going off between me and my mage counterpart, Seth. All that aside, where do you suggest we go Lionel? I know virtually nothing regarding the layout of this place, as it were, so you'll be the one to lead as you have once already today." Lionel Porter Time; Early Afternoon, Day 1Location; Library Tagged; Giselle He chuckled a little at Giselle, she really showed a lot of care for Beria, quite the large some of it. But she did say that she was too kind. Delicate, if anything. And she wanted him to make sure no-one took advantage of the woman. Lionel nodded to the request, after all, she was how Giselle described her. Lionel would do his best to ensure she was always safe, always alright as much as he could. But, firstly, he saw a woman who needed his help right now. Giselle had yet to really experience a man for such a long time, she must have missed out on so much she'd forgotten how it felt. Who knew, but Lionel was going to bring back those memories for her; taking Giselle's hand softly, Lionel said "Very well, we'll go to my dorm. You should have one as well, after we're done we can find it if you like...but for now, I can tell you need to release a little more. So..." Lionel then stood up with Giselle, taking her softly towards the entrance of the library. "... I'll bring you back into the light once and for all. I'll help you release." Giselle Do'Argentine; Early Afternoon, Day 1Location; Library Tagged; Lionel She had indeed forgotten what it was like to be with another in so long, and she gladly took his hand in her own, squeezing it gently in her own as he did for her. Nodding her agreement to what he proposed, she too stood and was lead gently towards the entrance of the library. "I'd like that, Lionel, both seeing where I might be staying and....what we have in mind of course, and not necessarily in that order." She chuckled lightly, glad for this chance to have such a wonderful person to spend the four years with her. Lionel Porter Time; Morning, Day 2Location; Library Tagged; Soon to be Beria, anyone else Lionel had eventually made his way into the library, hearing the angelic choir of noise made by the dormant Sentinels capable of putting anyone who heard it to sleep, the huge cluster of lights beginning their work for the day as they flew around. Lionel then took his throne, aka the desk, and took control of the library ready to get it running for the day; it was going to be a little bit of a bother if anyone who needed books didn't have any assistance now didn't it? Anyway, he asked a Sentinel for a potion's book and, in a minute or two and a good ol' game of Jena with another Sentinel, the book was brought to him subtly. "Thank you very much." he said to the beings as they both flew away to get to work; in the meantime Lionel made his way to the index. ’M... M... M...here we go, M. Right, Mi... Mi...right, Mid-ranged Spells, no...burgh, this book is so huge to read!" he complained before noting it was the beginner's copy, and asked for the expert potion's tome to be brought to him immediately in order to begin his search. The Dark Lords waited for no man. ('Kept you Verge! ;)) Beria ZathriealTime; Morning, Day 2Location; Library Tagged, Lionel, possibly Yuri, anyone else. While Giselle was giving her speech to her class of the day, Beria was following close behind Lionel, her normally warm smile gone for a look of worry about what his note had said. She wanted to know everything as she saw him order a book from his Sentinels before having to have them get another. She pulled a chair up by the desk before sitting down, ill at ease given the warning she had read on the man's note regarding trouble. "What is going on Sir Lionel? If I can be of any assistance in whatever you discovered the night before, just ask, and I'll do the best I can. Now please, tell me everything." She forgot to mention that Yuri might be coming this way as well, but regardless, she looked intently at the troubled lion man, hoping her presence would set him at ease if nothing else did. She had that effect on people, but it didn't always work so well depending on how agitated they were. Lionel Porter Time; Morning, Day 2Location; Library Tagged; Beria, possibly Yuri, anyone else Lionel's gaze momentarily met with Beria's as he heard her concerned voice asking him of the strange nature he'd adapted into, offering her help by any means possibly. Lionel only sighed as he continued to rummage through the Mi sections in the potion book, no luck still. Lionel then expressed his worry as he said "Beria, you know what a God is, right? Well, what would you do if a being who captured a Dragon God, suffering huge weaknesses as a result, almost killed one you care deeply about?" before looking to a Sentinel requesting for his Monsterpedia, which after short time placed it, Lionel flashing the pages by before stopping in the ? Class monsters. "This section is divided for entities far beyond the normal classification...aha, here." Lionel's finger pointed to a mysterious, gray looking entity with goat-like legs, a spike on its head...it was Ultimo. "And that's not all. We're lucky we got these sketches." Lionel said, flicking the next three pages as he revealed to Beria the dark lords, the last one on the page which collided with Lilith. "Ultimo, Eidolon, Blog, Eleanor; the four Dark Lords, monsters with powers that exceed that of the greatest warrior." Lionel then looked at Beria with eye steeling no lie as he said "I need you to create me a potion, named a Miracle Elixir, in order to restore my former powers as a 7th Blade." Beria ZathriealTime; Morning, Day 2Location; Library Tagged; Lionel, possibly Yuri, and anyone else. Neria was a bit surprised by his question since she worshiped gods every day. Still, she got the feeling he was referring to something different from what she initially thought, and instead silently listened to what he had to say. She hadn't met this... Dragon God before, but the whole business about almost losing someone she deeply cared for, that was something she knew far too well. She had never heard of a Miracle Elixir before, but if he had the recipe she'd do her best to try to create one. "I've never heard of these.... Dark Lords before Sir Lionel, but if they are as strong as you say, then we will need everything we have to stop them. As for the Elixir you wish of me, I've never heard of such a thing either, but if I can create one, I'll do what I can, I promise you. However, maybe there's another way....although I don't know your feelings about sharing your bed with another besides Giselle. It's obvious you care about her a great deal, Lionel. I saw that in the way you looked at each other earlier. Whether it's love or not however is too soon to tell, and knowing her I doubt it is just yet. Even so, I have a spell as a Sacred Prostitute that allows me to talk to the gods themselves, but it requires a question to be asked of me before anything intimate can begin as well as any activity we might do last a certain amount of time. That's assuming you agree at all, but the only reason I bring this up is that if it's possible, we might be able to find the location of this Elixir, which might be a lot faster than trying to create one." Lionel Porter Time; Morning, Day 2Location; Library Tagged; Beria, possibly Yuri, anyone else Lionel sighed when Beria stated she'd never heard of a Dark Lord; of course she hadn't, these beings had such powers and easily kept themselves in secrecy, so how could she hear about an enemy, or four rather, who've never once fought her. Lionel then listened to what Beria had to say, a very in depth talk but his eyes widened when she mentioned Giselle, and more importantly sharing a bed with someone except her. Lionel didn't realize that as a Sacred Prostitute she'd be able to do something towards the goal of restoring his powers, something he wanted dearly, but there was one problem and that was the method. Lionel shook his head as he chuckled saying "Beria, I understand that a great deal of your powers comes from your Sacred Prostitute vocation, and I am flattered you'd offer me yourself to help me, but I cannot accept your offer." Lionel then looked at Beria with his deep eyes when he explained his rejection, stating that "I realize there would be no emotional attachment of the sort, believe me, and if circumstances were different I'd gladly take your offer. But...listen, please keep this from Giselle for the time being, alright?" Lionel then took a deep breath as he looked around, no students in sight apart from those far down in the corridors. Then he moved himself closer to Beria in order to lower his voice and, consequentially, confide in the light elf as he said "Last night, pardon if this does embarks you, between me and Giselle was without question an evening to remember. See, we both agreed it'd be a fling, and we both really needed to blow off some steam. But after our first time, well, I don't know on Giselle's behalf, however I felt our encounter became much more intimate. My dear, how many times after a fling do you just watch your partner sleep peacefully? And not only that, our second encounter was interrupted by a third member. At the time it was wonderful, but I feel...well, jealous..." Lionel then sighed as he felt any further would be unnecessary. "If you ask Giselle, and she permits you, then I may think about it. I'm sorry, I do realize you're trying to help and this might be solely unjust." Beria ZathriealTime; Morning, Day 2Location; Library Tagged; Lionel, possibly Yuri, and anyone else. Not all of her powers were as a Sacred Prostitute, but some of her more powerful spells did come from her specialty vocation. Still, Beria didn't have it in her to correct him as she listened intently to what he had to say. When he was finished, the light elf priestess gently enveloped his hands in hers and brought them up between them, her eyes intently focusing on his face as she spoke quietly as well after making sure there wasn't anyone nearby to overhear them. "I understand exactly what it is you're trying to say, Lionel. Whether Giselle feels the same way or not I cannot be certain without talking to her, but....as she might have told you before, she has had bad luck with love so as much as it pains me to say it, she might not feel the same way for you as you feel for her. Even so, that's no reason to give up on her by any means. I've sent many a partner to sleep in the manner you spoke of with Giselle, so I too know what it means to be at peace and content after so long of being in some kind of pain beforehand. However, I will still ask Giselle, but I have a feeling that I'll be busy after her first class with injured students to tend to, knowing her, so it might take me some time." She gently let his hands go and smiled warmly, glad that he felt so strongly about her already and the elf had no intention of breaking that up. She was considered many things, but a homewrecker wasn't one of them. "You feel for her, that's not unjust by any means Lionel as far as refusing my offer of aid goes. I am honestly glad that you have helped her more than I could since the moment I saw her this morning, she felt to me to truly be alive and enjoying herself for once in a very long time. You've done something that I could not, you gave her peace." Yuri, stepping out of the shadows Time; Morning, Day 2Location; Library Tagged; Lionel, NeriaHaving heard enough, Yuri stepped out of the shadows. He pulled down the hood of his cloak, a serious look on his face. "I might be able to help you regain your powers." He said, his eyes darting to Beria briefly. "But it requires an equal exchange for such a thing. I apologize if it seems like I am prying, Lady Beria had asked me to follow when you left." Yuri stepped forward, the glowing gem casting his face in a red lighted shadow. "By the sound of it, you need all the help you can get to fight these Dark Lords. There is something known as the Philosopher's Stone, which might be able to return your strength." Lionel Porter Time; Morning, Day 2Location; Library Tagged; Beria, possibly Yuri, anyone else Lionel's eyes widened a little when Beria enclosed them in hers bringing them together as she spoke to him with her voice of an angel, remarkably sweet and kind. What she did with the hands was probably in order to catch his attention, and it certainly worked as Lionel didn't say a word as Beria spoke to him about his feelings for Giselle Lionel himself was questioning them himself, as Giselle's encounters with love involved left her in heartbreak; Lionel didn't want such pain again on her behalf, especially if it was caused by his own behalf. He was impartial about her asking Giselle permission to sleep with him in order to use her Sacred Prostitute powers for his Elixir, it wasn't on his mind; what was on his mind was his affection to Giselle, as he knew it wasn't love yet as it was far too early to be such. Maybe it was just some feeling after quite an intense evening with the draw. But he smiled at Beria when she told him he had given Giselle peace. Well, peace was one word for it certainly! Lionel chuckled from the sincerity as he said "Beria, I don't want you to lead Giselle on to something, as I don't know the feeling I have myself. But I promise you, and her, that I'll swear my life to hers. And as for asking Giselle about this...arrangement, well...hmm... Just make sure she knows that this wasn't my idea...dear god, I have got feelings for her..." All of a sudden Yuri appeared from the shadows of the library offering to return his powers; Lionel was taken by shock as he said "Woah! Yuri, what a surprise!" before he listened to him explaining about the Philosopher's Stone, another mean to return his power; Lionel simply said "Yuri, I appreciate the sentiment; I'm in chase of an item as it is, and a second may just complicate things." ((Philosopher's Stone....why am I not surprised to hear that come up? Lol.)) Neria ZathriealTime; Morning, Day 2Location; Library Tagged; Lionel, Yuri, and anyone else. Neria's heart warmed considerably at Lionel's promise to do his best to keep Giselle happy, chuckling as well at his little joke. Even so, she nodded sagely, solemnly when he asked that she be careful how she asked and not to lead the half Draw on under any false pretenses. She could be discreet, and really it'd be better if she didn't try to push them together anyway and let fate take its course instead. It'd be the best way for her friend's continued recovery. "I'll be discreet, I promise, and I doubt she'd assume it was your idea anyway since she knows me as well as I know her. She knows how I would gladly offer up my own life if it meant it would save another's life, but I'm not looking to be martyred by any means. It is just how I am as a person. You're a good man Lionel Porter, and I trust in your abilities to keep your promise you've made here." She whispered before about jumping out of her chair when Yuri appeared seemingly out of nowhere. She calmed quickly though and cocked her head to the side, intrigued by his offer to aid in their search for another way to restore Lionel to his former self. Lionel kindly rejected the offer but Beria held up her hand, wanting as many options as they could get in case one didn't pan out. "I would hear more of this Philosopher's Stone before you say anything more Lionel, please. I like to keep my options open, and if one doesn't pan out, it's wise to have a backup plan. That's something I learned from Giselle many years ago." Yuri, stepping out of the shadows Time; Morning, Day 2Location; Library Tagged; Lionel, NeriaYuri chuckled a bit at their reactions. "Really, you two are experienced adventurers, and you are shocked by someone stepping out of shadows?" He said, walking forward until he was standing at the end of the table. "If you do not wish to seek the stone, I can understand.... Most who have sought it have been driven mad." He gave a dry chuckle at that remark. "Forget I said anything then." He tapped the staff on the stone floor, a chair rising up. After sitting down, he steepled his fingers and looked at Beria." Lady Beria, you said you needed help with something? What might I be able to assist you with?" He said, smiling. "It seems you are quickly becoming in my debt." Lionel Porter Time; Morning, Day 2Location; Library Tagged; Beria, possibly Yuri, anyone else Lionel chuckled at Beria's curiosity to the Philosopher's Stone, agreeing with her statement about a backup. "I suppose you're right, we could always use a back-up. No shame in one either." the Leo-Sapiens said, before addressing Yuri's statement as he said "We're shocked because we both were in deep discussion about more...private matters. Trust me, if we were in the wilderness you'd know your place." with a chuckle before noting him describe the difficulty of said stone, those seeking it going mad. Lionel only wanted his power back, and he could do so by either finding a recipe or alternatively find one with Beria's help, going insane seemed a bit much. "I suppose we should leave it be Yuri. There are other means whereby I'll restore my powers. But before you two discuss as you wish I have two things to say: firstly can I entrust your aid in fighting the Dark Lords, and secondly if you wish to discuss matters such as this, get another table; I'll be busy looking through potion books all day now..." Yuri Time; Morning, Day 2Location; Library Tagged; Lionel, NeriaYuri nodded, "Understandable. A shortcut to power more often has drawbacks that offsets such gain." He said, standing up. With another tap of his staff, the stone chair melded back into the floor. "I have sworn to protect the school and students, by whatever means necessary. If these Dark Lords pose a threat to either, I will do everything in my power to defeat them." His tone was serious, no hint of the casual nature that he usually spoke in. He didn't seem to look directly at either of them, as if remembering a long forgotten memory. Beria ZathriealTime; Morning, Day 2Location; Library Tagged; Lionel, Yuri, and anyone else. If she had known what the Stone took to create, she would have vehemently disregarded such an evil item as far as how it was made went. Still, ignorance was bliss in some regards, but because she didn't know she found herself even more curious. For now, she'd have to settle for Yuri's decision to speak of it no more unless he changed his mind. She did chuckle warmly however as she nodded her agreement regarding why they had been shocked since it was true. They had been a bit consumed by their deep conversation pertaining to the heart, but when asked if she'd be willing to fight the Dark Lords, Beria's face grew solemn as she turned to the lion man. "Of course I would fight against them Lionel. They are evil beings and I would not have them taint this world any more than they have already. I might not be as good as a warrior as Giselle, but my powers as a cleric more than make up for my physical shortcomings. And ok, we'll move elsewhere while you continue your research Lionel. Good luck, and as soon as you find what it is you seek, come and find me." Standing from the chair a moment later, Beria walked over to Yuri and smiled, a twinkle in her sea green eyes as she heard his jest. "It would seem I am indeed Yuri. Come, let us get some breakfast as we had originally planned, and we can talk as we eat." She offered, hoping that nothing else would come up now that the business regarding the Dark Lords had been taken care of, at least for the moment anyway. His words gave a hint to what he was keeping hidden away under his normally cheerful demeanor, but she was glad to have the man on their side at the very least as she held out her hand, hoping he'd accept her invitation for breakfast together. Lionel Porter Time; Morning, Day 2Location; Library Tagged; Beria, possibly Yuri, anyone else Lionel nodded to Beria as the two made their way from his desk; Lionel had two reasons to be grateful, firstly he had more space, and secondly he figured that, know identifying the Miracle Elixir wasn't in the Advance Potion Tome, that meant it'd have to be beyond the barrier. Lionel had made sure the two didn't spot him before he made his move from the desk down the long walk to down the library, until he reached the wall which divided the normal and the quarantined books. Lionel easily passed through the barrier and walked straight down the line until he reached a vault-like door to which Lionel pressed his paw on, causing the lock to recede. Entering the room he saw a dark aura flowing along the ground, to which Lionel then clicked his finger, causing a little light above it to glow to enlighten the crypt. Three Sentinel flew into the room with him as the others sealed the door before the aura would flow out any further... Lionel Porter Time; Morning, Day 2Location; Library Crypt Tagged; no-one yet... As Lionel looked down the crypt's staircase he said "Sentinel, check the life force levels in this dungeon, to which an instant reply of absolute zero; not a single being with any form of life existed, everything was dead. And so Lionel made his way down the stairs, walking down quite a distance in order to find the Tome he sought. Yuri Time; Morning, Day 2Location; Library Tagged; Lionel, NeriaYuri nodded, smiling as he followed. "Ladies first of course. We can talk for a bit, I don't believe I have any classes until midday." He said, following the elf. His stomach grumbled slightly as he walked, having not eaten since before he returned to the school last night.IOC Exit to the dining hall? (Vladimir (#msg5734424)Time: Afternoon, Day 2Location: Entrance Hall Tagged: Anyone Following the light sentinel the rest of the way, Flora opened the doors to the library. Flora was not one to show any emotion, but when she entered the library she almost dropped her bags in awe. There were more books than she'd ever seen in her entire life! She hid a creeping smile with the clearing of her throat and found a desk in a nicely lit area. She read through all the paper work thoroughly, taking her time in filling it out. Furthermore, she wanted to make sure she got the specific classes her mother and father told her about and to check any Advanced Placement options. When she was finished, she reviewed each page twice before putting her pencil away. MorganaTime; Afternoon, Day 2Location; Library Tagged, NyloraShe had perfect timing as she appeared behind Flora again, a naughty smile on her face as she saw that the young vampires was finished with her paperwork. She leaned on the desk and looked the girl over, unable to actually do anything about her growing desires, but she could still look and fantasize if nothing else. Being bound as she was kind of sucked, but the times she was let free to 'entertain' herself for good behavior were times Morgan used to the fullest that she could. For now, she'd grin and bear it. "I see you're all done Ms. Vladimir. The classes are currently outside at the moment, and it's Yuri's Elemental Mastery 101 if I am not mistaken. Our resident cleric and Sacred Prostitute, Beria Material, is also outside about to teach a little sacred lovemaking if I were to guess, so you have a couple choices at the moment. Anyway, need a guide or do you think you can find your own way there?" (Vladimir (#msg5734424)Time: Afternoon, Day 2Location: Entrance Hall Tagged: AnyoneNylora wasn't sure the sight of Morgan would ever get old, an ever so faint grin appearing at the side of her lips as watched the succubus lean on the desk. She stood up and handed the paperwork back to the woman with the flame red hair, and picked up her bags. An auburn brow arched up at the mention of sacred lovemaking. What was so sacred about that?" Actually, I would like to put my bags in my room. Do I have a chance to do so? Or do I need to hurry outside?" Flora asked. "Oh, and I'll take the Elemental Mastery 101 as an extracurricular option. I'm not, so sure sacred lovemaking is for me..." Flora's face produced a wry expression before returning to its normal blankness. MorganaTime; Afternoon, Day 2Location; Library Tagged, NyloraMorgana took Flora's paperwork and looked it over briefly and shrugged since it wasn't her department, but she was curious anyway. Still, she stood and nodded to the vampire's question before answering in turn. "Sure, we can make a trip to your room if you're like. I'm sure being late won't be a big deal since this is just the first day and all of actual classes. Follow me, I'll get ya there. Knowing the shortcuts around the castle makes for an easier time of getting around, let me tell you." The succubus replied, all grins as she led the way out of the library and into the Student Dorms. Even with the shortcuts she showed the young vampire, it took them a good amount of time to get to where they were going, time enough to talk a little more if Flora was willing of course.((Student dorms.))

Arcania High Library and Study Areas. (IC Thread.)|rating:4.0

Crime City IC

Welcome to Crime city in character There are but a few rules:-All posts must be a minimum of two paragraphs or roughly 250-300 words-Good grammar and spelling is a must MAZDA CURIOS 124th Street, The Crossings On a not-so quiet day, two motorcycles whizzed across SW 124th Street, one a red and white Honda CRF250L and another a jet black Kawasaki Ninja Z100SX. The Honda dirt bike was under hot pursuit of the black street bike and its mysterious rider, the rider of the street bike wearing a matte black full face motorcycle helmet, complemented with matching black cargo pants and highly contrasted by a red hooded coat and black polished steel-toed boots. The one in pursuit was a person of African-American ethnicity, his hair almost shaved, wearing a white hooded coat and underneath it a gray shirt while wearing beige colored cargo shorts and gray Converse sneakers. The hunted was profusely sweating in his forehead, with the collar of his shirt drenched with sweat. He took a small glimpse at his red-coated pursuant, whom in turn revved up the engines of her bike. The man was somehow panicked at the pursuant's reaction and returned his attention to the road. He then spotted a Hispanic man sporting a familiar bright yellow hard hat and an orange construction suit with silver reflective stripes, casually pushing a handheld construction trolley full of boxes. In front of him is a wooden-inclined plane. He revved up his Honda did what is seemingly impossible. He did a front wheelie and rode through the inclined plane launching himself in the air, landing and hitting perfectly the construction trolley. The construction worker on the trolley jerked and pulled himself away from the bike and landing in his ass on the pavement. The worker swore loudly with local tongue, but the black man crept a tiny smile in his face, hoping he had shaken his predator away with all the commotion he did. He glanced from his motorcycle's side mirror, then his eyes widened. He is still under pursuit. Furthermore, he realized that his pursuant either dodged or veered away from those boxes littered on the street a while ago. A sudden realization of dread filled his chest. The red-coated pursuant, who was a few meters away from her prey, positioned herself right behind her prey, while maintaining an optimal distance perfect for shooting. She upholstered one of her .45 ACP with her right hand and aimed for the back wheel. Her expertly gripped the gun, and fired a shot on the back wheel. A deafening bang filled the air around them and the tire of her target's motorcycle burst, as her target himself tucked himself closer to the motorcycle's body as if in conditioned reflex. The Honda wobbled unsteadily as the target was thrown out o his motorcycle to the pavement near a dark alley and his motorcycle fell and skidded on the road. The target got up as soon as possible and made a run for the alley, while his assailant skidded her bike to a stop and as if in a quick motion pulled her helmet out of her head and placed it on of the motorcycle's handlebars, revealing her blond hair tied in a ponytail with cold blue eyes seemingly devoid of emotion, then tucked her coat's hood to her head covering part of her face with a light shadow. She holstered back her pistol and walked silently towards the alley. She then fished something with her left hand from the back pocket of her pants, her thumb stroking a star shrike. Meanwhile, her target tucked himself to a wall in the corner turning right, pulling out his pistol in his right hand. He was breathing heavily and raggedly as he leaned his head to the wall and cocking the pistol with his left hand. He took a quick glance on the assailant, who was walking silently towards him. Furthermore, he closed his eyes and breathed heavily, then opened his eyes and swung his body and his right arm in an effort to aim his firearm to the unsuspecting assailant. However, midway form the swing, he recoiled his body, and jerked and pulled his arm away from his handgun, dropping it. He saw his pistol with a star shrike embedded on the side of its barrel and faced the assailant. He took two steps back, however, as he took his second step, he a heard something like a whizzing arrow, then he felt a burning sensation on his right cheek. It only took him a moment to realize that he was cut by a throwing knife called a lunar, which was now sticking to the brick wall. He ran to the right, only to meet a dead end. He slowly took steps backward until his back was on the mossy wall. A cold wind gushed in the alley, with coat and the blonde hair of his assailant ruffling gently as she walked silently towards him. She stopped two meters short of her target, pulling out here pistol as her target swallowed hard and was sweating on his brow. She aimed for the chest of her prey, now obviously panicking, then a series of shots followed. Her target was slumped to ground, his upper body leaning on the wall and blood spilling from the wall and the floor, she holstered her pistol back, then made a sharp turnabout face of the target and walked silently back to the street. As she was walking back, she stopped when her phone rang up a call. She answered the call, then a mysterious voice came from the phone:"Have you killed the target? The one I tasked you to deal with?". She answered:"HAI boss. The target has been dealt with.". The caller responded:"You Yumiko-san. Return to HQ ASAP for debriefing. That is all. Sayonara."." Sayonara, boss.", she put her phone back in her pocket, walked towards her motorcycle and wearing back her helmet, as sped her motorcycle back to the road. Patrolman Johnny Hunt just begun his patrol of Kendall. The department in this area did not get the budget like the other places, so he had to walk. But the people here all knew him. And they knew of the poor individuals who tried to take him on. While he may look like a moron, he certainly did not act like one. Nor did he hit like one. The druggies knew to keep out of his way on patrol. And as a reward, the officer decided to not cuff them on the spot. If a cop gets to arrest happy 'round these parts, the gangs start to make the mun-alive. He kept his head down near the big guys, they had too much influence to attack or arrest all at once. He did not let everything slide though. Furthermore, he turned the corner to see two lanky, twitchy, and drugged up teens holding knives that are used to cut butter. They were cornering this small lady with her purse, and Johnny already knew what was about to happen. He coughed, and the boys turned around to face him. They were as tall as him, but he had 20 on them easy. "Look hear friend, we got a pig trying to stop us." one of them said. "We can't let this happen now can we?" "Nah, we can't. let's teach him a lesson." They advanced on Johnny. He simply moved his hand aside to show his firearm. They stopped advancing. "He's packing man!" "Who cares? Two on one, he ain't going to win." And they kept forward. Johnny called down the street to another officer. " Need backup!" Benbrook wrote:Patrolman Johnny Hunt just begun his patrol of Kendall. The department in this area did not get the budget like the other places, so he had to walk. But the people here all knew him. And they knew of the poor individuals who tried to take him on. While he may look like a moron, he certainly did not act like one. Nor did he hit like one. The druggies knew to keep out of his way on patrol. And as a reward, the officer decided to not cuff them on the spot. If a cop gets to arrest happy 'round these parts, the gangs start to make the mun-alive. He kept his head down near the big guys, they had too much influence to attack or arrest all at once. He did not let everything slide though. Furthermore, he turned the corner to see two lanky, twitchy, and drugged up teens holding knives that are used to cut butter. They were cornering this small lady with her purse, and Johnny already knew what was about to happen. He coughed, and the boys turned around to face him. They were as tall as him, but he had 20 on them easy. "Look hear friend, we got a pig trying to stop us." one of them said. "We can't let this happen now can we?" "Nah, we can't. let's teach him a lesson." They advanced on Johnny. He simply moved his hand aside to show his firearm. They stopped advancing. "He's packing man!" "Who cares? Two on one, he ain't going to win." And they kept forward. Johnny called down the street to another officer. " Need backup!" Coincidentally, Chip had been cruising down the street when Johnny called for help. Unlike the local police department, the DEA was much well funded, meaning she didn't have to walk. Upon seeing Johnny's dilemma, Chip pulled over and drew her Glock 22 at the youths, giving him the back-up he requested. She locks eyes with the armed youths and shouts "Get on the ground!" 1:00 AM Downtown MiamiKrasnaya Strip Club A roaring sound erupts around the club, gang members knew it instantly, The boss have arrived, the sound of the V12 Mercedes CL engine filled the atmosphere, the strip club was closed as usual every Wednesday night, as the high ranking members of the Bulgaria Mafia held the weekly meeting. Joseph stepped out of the car, wearing a red shirt underneath a black coat, 2 golds chains dangled from his neck, he smoked his Cuban cigar as he made his way inside the club accompanied by his two bodyguards Timur Petrovich and Yuri Alexandros, the 5 Senior members of the mafia sat around a table in the middle of the club, Bulgaria was the last to arrive, he continued walking forward the table and took a seat." Ladies and gentlemen, I want the full summary of our business this week." Said Bulgaria in a cold voice." Mister Bulgaria, we have smuggled around 247 illegal immigrants from the Balkan, most of them are Syrians that were refused entry or badly treated in Europe, $10,000 per person, we made 2,470,000, take away the $100,000 transportation fees and $200,000 Regular 200+ illegal shipment bribe to Alex Mercer this leave us with $2,170,000 in profits, another shipment of 20 Albanian Sex Slaves cost us $100,000, but we generated $10,000,000, The strip club generated $20,000 this week and our prostitution and porno rings $250,000 Let's not forget the bribes to Miami vice and the MPD $200,000 This lands us with $12,140,000 In profit, The heroin shipment is about to arrive in 3 days. Said Nicolas Rădulescu Bulgaria's advisor." Sex slaves, those are pure profits we should increase smuggling and selling them, alright other news, I want connections set with the Colombian Cartel, we need to start getting in the cocaine trade, Miami is the cocaine capital of the US, Sergei this is up to you."" On it mister Bulgaria" replied Sergei. As the meeting was going on, a knock on the door echoed in the almost empty strip club, a Mafia enforcer opened the door after upholstering his 9mm Barrett pistol, it was one of Bulgaria's whore, she was robbed and her face cut with a knife, she collapsed on the dirty floor, Bulgaria pulls his AMT handballer and runs forward the door, the car that threw the whore was still in sight at the end of the avenue a red 2016 Chevy Camaro SS, it was now 2:30 AM, the streets were empty, Bulgaria got into his Benz with his two bodyguards and accelerated he now was next to the red Camaro, Bulgaria sat in the front seat aimed at the head of the pervert a Dominican man in his early thirties, the DOM pulls a 9mm Glock pistol and starts unloading it at the Mercedes, Timur then rams the Camaro rear wheel this causes it to lose control and collides with a parked van, the crash wasn't that bad but stopped the car, Bulgaria got out of the Benz, grabbed the Cuban guy then proceeded to punch him until he became unconscious, he then dumped him in the trunk of the car and brought him back to the strip club. In the strip club he was tied to stripping pole, naked and bloodied he regains conscious and starts screaming"Motherfuckers! You know who I am, I am Ricardo Alvarez, The Dominican gang will butcher you Russian scum! Untie me now"Bulgaria grabs a machete and closes in forward the Dominican smuggler,"Fucking Dominican pig, you come to my turf, you cut open my whores face, its is time you die pig!" Bulgarin cuts his face underneath his left eye." Please stop! I beg you, I will tell you everything you need to know! Please!""WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON MY TURF!"" The Dominican gang is looking into expanding its business, you are our main competitor in Miami, the whore has a message didn't you see our symbol carved on her back!"" Haha, Dominican pig, I will now send you as a message to your boss"Bulgaria pulls his machete and cuts of Ricardo's penis, he is then left to bleed to death, Bulgaria carved a hammer and sickle between the eyes of Ricardo." Timur, I want you to dumb him in north Miami, the Dominicans operates in NM, go now!"" On it boss, what about his car?" Replies Timur. Bulgarin turns forward Viktor"Victor, Give it to the Brave, deliver it to their garage, that will strengthen our relations with the brave." Greater Socialist Albania wrote:1:00 AM Downtown MiamiKrasnaya Strip Club A roaring sound erupts around the club, gang members knew it instantly, The boss have arrived, the sound of the V12 Mercedes CL engine filled the atmosphere, the strip club was closed as usual every Wednesday night, as the high ranking members of the Bulgaria Mafia held the weekly meeting. Joseph stepped out of the car, wearing a red shirt underneath a black coat, 2 golds chains dangled from his neck, he smoked his Cuban cigar as he made his way inside the club accompanied by his two bodyguards Timur Petrovich and Yuri Alexandros, the 5 Senior members of the mafia sat around a table in the middle of the club, Bulgaria was the last to arrive, he continued walking forward the table and took a seat." Ladies and gentlemen, I want the full summary of our business this week." Said Bulgaria in a cold voice." Mister Bulgaria, we have smuggled around 247 illegal immigrants from the Balkan, most of them are Syrians that were refused entry or badly treated in Europe, $10,000 per person, we made 2,470,000, take away the $100,000 transportation fees and $200,000 Regular 200+ illegal shipment bribe to Alex Mercer this leave us with $2,170,000 in profits, another shipment of 20 Albanian Sex Slaves cost us $100,000, but we generated $10,000,000, The strip club generated $20,000 this week and our prostitution and porno rings $250,000 Let's not forget the bribes to Miami vice and the MPD $200,000 This lands us with $12,140,000 In profit, The heroin shipment is about to arrive in 3 days. Said Nicolas Rădulescu Bulgaria's advisor." Sex slaves, those are pure profits we should increase smuggling and selling them, alright other news, I want connections set with the Colombian Cartel, we need to start getting in the cocaine trade, Miami is the cocaine capital of the US, Sergei this is up to you."" On it mister Bulgaria" replied Sergei. As the meeting was going on, a knock on the door echoed in the almost empty strip club, a Mafia enforcer opened the door after upholstering his 9mm Barrett pistol, it was one of Bulgaria's whore, she was robbed and her face cut with a knife, she collapsed on the dirty floor, Bulgaria pulls his AMT handballer and runs forward the door, the car that threw the whore was still in sight at the end of the avenue a red 2016 Chevy Camaro SS, it was now 2:30 AM, the streets were empty, Bulgaria got into his Benz with his two bodyguards and accelerated he now was next to the red Camaro, Bulgaria sat in the front seat aimed at the head of the pervert a Dominican man in his early thirties, the DOM pulls a 9mm Glock pistol and starts unloading it at the Mercedes, Timur then rams the Camaro rear wheel this causes it to lose control and collides with a parked van, the crash wasn't that bad but stopped the car, Bulgaria got out of the Benz, grabbed the Cuban guy then proceeded to punch him until he became unconscious, he then dumped him in the trunk of the car and brought him back to the strip club. In the strip club he was tied to stripping pole, naked and bloodied he regains conscious and starts screaming "Motherfuckers! You know who I am, I am Ricardo Alvarez, The Dominican gang will butcher you Russian scum! Untie me now" Bulgaria grabs a machete and closes in forward the Dominican smuggler, "Fucking Dominican pig, you come to my turf, you cut open my whores face, its is time you die pig!" Bulgarin cuts his face underneath his left eye." Please stop! I beg you, I will tell you everything you need to know! Please!""WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON MY TURF!"" The Dominican gang is looking into expanding its business, you are our main competitor in Miami, the whore has a message didn't you see our symbol carved on her back!"" Haha, Dominican pig, I will now send you as a message to your boss"Bulgaria pulls his machete and cuts of Ricardo's penis, he is then left to bleed to death, Bulgaria carved a hammer and sickle between the eyes of Ricardo." Timur, I want you to dumb him in north Miami, the Dominicans operates in NM, go now!"" On it boss, what about his car?" Replies Timur. Bulgarin turns forward Viktor"Victor, Give it to the Brave, deliver it to their garage, that will strengthen our relations with the brave."UPDATE: THE BRA TVA NOW TRUST THE BULGARIA MAFIA AND AGREE TO AID THEM IN FIGHTING THE DOMINICANS In his safe house in Pine crest the leader of the AM Felix Constantine sits in his favorite chair drinks a coffee. His second in command walks in and says there seems to be an increase of cops, in the area. He sits there and sips his coffee" send a coupe, of guys and pick, up the crates from the docks we don't need to worry about no cops" The youths started to advance. " If you advance any closer, I will be forced to use deadly force. Put your weapons on the ground, and your hands up." "Fuck you old man!" The youths rushed with their knives at the officers. Johnny pulled out his baton, sparked it up, and began to apply his training. CRISIS UPDATE-CRISIS UPDATEGATOR, THE HEAD OF THE DOMINICAN SMUGGLERS HAS BEEN ASSASSINATED. THE Rumored ASSASSIN IS SHOOTER. THE DOMINICAN SMUGGLERS ARE IN SHAMBLES WITHOUT A LEADER. Benbrook wrote:The youths started to advance. " If you advance any closer, I will be forced to use deadly force. Put your weapons on the ground, and your hands up." "Fuck you old man!" The youths rushed with their knives at the officers. Johnny pulled out his baton, sparked it up, and began to apply his training." Damnit," Chip says as Johnny charges. She knew that if those two fought the officer with knives, they might win, or at least do major damage. However, she also knew it might be risky to shoot them with Johnny in front. Thinking tactically, Chip shoots the baddie she can see clearer in the abdomen, incapacitating him with killing him. Chip then watches how the situation plays out, seeing if she needs to shoot the other one. 9:00 AM Virginia KeysBulgarin's MansionBulgarin sat in the living room of his big mansion, he had a glass of Stolichnaya Elite Vodka in one hand and the remote to his giant TV in the other, he began surfing some channels before he stopped and watched a News channel that was reporting the death of Gator, a well known Haitian Drug lord that worked with the Dominican Smugglers. Bulgarin saw this as the perfect opportunity to take out the Dominicans once and for all and take over Gator's drug empire, he called the senior members of the mafia and also a high ranking corrupted cop Brett Bernstein. An hour later they all arrived to the mansion and sat in the big living room." I have gathered you all today, to announce our next move we are taking over the Dominican Smugglers empire and Gator's Drug Ring, after his death today chaos have filled the ranks of the Does, with no leader they are weak it is our time to strike, the remaining lieutenants will be attending Gator's funeral in north Miami, we hit them at the funeral and take them out one by one, I want each of you my lieutenants to gather a hit squad and attack the funeral, I want no one left alive I will lead with you the attack tonight! Now this is where you come in Brett, I want no police officers around the area I want you to pull out your units from there, report a crime elsewhere i don't know, just do what you got to do, and you will earn yourself $50,000 for this."20:00 PM North Miami Gator's Funerals Gator's funeral was happening, a convoy of 2 Black H2 Hummers and 2 Black BMW X6, a white Cadillac Escalade and Bulgaria's black Mercedes pulled up on the cemeteries's entrance, 23 Men including Bulgaria and his lieutenants arrived mostly wielding AK74s and Arms bought from the Brave they also wore black masks to conceal their identity, they began shooting at Dominican smugglers, the graveyard became a war zone, the Dominicans were surprised by the sudden attack and weren't ready for the firepower, 15 Dominican gangsters were killed, 2 Mafia members were killed with another 5 being slightly injured, the Bulgaria mafia soon escaped the scene before the cops showed up. As the young criminal fell to his right, the one advancing on his left was about to wish he was dead. The behemoth that was this devilishly handsome police officer hit him with enough force to shatter 3 ribs. It did not help that the thing he was hit with shocked him with 40 volts of electricity. He hit the street like a rock. A single swing and shock to the ribs would make him reevaluate his life as a druggie and a criminal. If he could walk. He turned to his friend that came to his aid, finding out that it is a DEA officer. He was confused, and a little bit disgruntled. His standing with the community has just dropped with the weight of that boy's corpse. "Thank you for the assistance, but why did you feel the need to pull your firearm on him?! The local gangs have at least half the police force here in their pockets! They'll come after me!" Jonah glanced down the alley. His target was there, arguing with a local junkie over the price of coke. The two seemed angry, and he could hear the conversation from where he was standing on the corner" I told you,I'm not accepting less than 2 grand! Take or leave it!" The junkie pulled a knife, but was immediately punched in jaw, and the dealer pulled his Glock 20. "Get out of here,you junkie prick, or I'll shoot you myself!" The druggie turned and mumbled, and walked out past Jonah, staring at him. "What are you looking at?" Jonah turned toward the guy. "Shit Can't let him warn the target. Jonah pulled his hand out of his pocket,and elbowed the junkies' throat, crushing his windpipe. He then walked down the alley, stepping carefully to avoid being seen. He came up behind the dealer, and slit his throat. The dealer slid to the floor, looking up and foaming at the mouth, before dying. Jonah ruffled through his pockets, and pulled out about 3 grams of cocaine, $240, and wallet. Jonah took his phone, and scrolled down his contact list till he got the name E.S. E.S. was a secretive man, and had refused to give his full name, which suited Jonah fine. He texted Its Done. Three seconds later, he received a reply. Good. Money will be sent. Be advised. Gator is dead. Bulgarians suspected. Jonah nodded. Things just got more interesting John smoked his cigar, laying before him was the location of half the gangs and mafias the city had ever seen. His life work compiled before him, this info could stop crime in its tracks. He held his cigar, yelling to his assistant. "I'm going over to get donuts, hold the fort will ya" Riding by he grabbed his wallet and walked into the store. Going up to the counter and calling for the waitress he waited. A hooded man walked in and sat at the table by the door. After grabbing the donuts he left a tip and the money. Walking past the hooded man he dropped a note. And so word spread around town of a document so valuable that everyone wanted it. And it would go to the highest bidder. MAZDA CURIOS 74th Terrace, Lake Louise, Kendall Lakes Approximately 2 hours later after mission accomplishedYuriko found herself in the boss's office. The room is dark. It was barely lit by 4 floor lamps placed on each exact corner of the room, each emitting an ominous incandescent glow. The left and the right side of the rectangular chamber was filled two traditional woodblock murals that spanned the whole wall, the left mural depicted the Battle of Sekigahara, in which sparked the Tokugawa Shogunate afterward led by Tokugawa Ieyasu. The left mural however, was somehow more grotesque, and a little unorthodox and lewd by Western standards. The mural depicted tank and their obscenely huge testicles, wrapping their huge scrotum on their bodies as the other made campfire. The front wall was bare, however, in it contained a large frame of their crest or Damon, an on, which was placed at the center. On the right side of the Damon, was vertical wall scroll, stating the Yakuza codes of conduct, which the organization was notorious of. On the left of the crest was a sword rack. In front of her is a luxurious, deep red desk, and sitting on it was no other than the current boss of Nakamura-gumi, Nakamura Ren. She made a deep bow, showing as a sign of respect to the boss, whose hands were clasped in a steepling pose. Ren finally spoke:"Kon Ichikawa, Yumiko-san. Natasha Wei Anita GA Takashi, Anita no task o Yalta sore o Tobias key?"(Good afternoon, Miss Yumiko. I take it you've done task, right?)" Hai boss. Task GA Okinawa rate image."(Yes boss. The task has been done.), Yumiko responded, in a monotone." Yoi. Tsunami torture GA Nanette image,"(Good. That troublemaker is gone.)" That man hasn't paid his debt yet since the last two weeks." Ren answered. After a short silence, Ren finally said:"That is all for the debriefing, Yumiko-san. Arigatōgozaimashita."(Thank you very much) Yumiko once again bowed to her boss, and as soon as she got up she said:"HAI boss"(Yes boss). She made a sharp about face, and walked silently out of the door, where a bodyguard opened the door for her as she stepped out of her boss's office. Benbrook wrote:As the young criminal fell to his right, the one advancing on his left was about to wish he was dead. The behemoth that was this devilishly handsome police officer hit him with enough force to shatter 3 ribs. It did not help that the thing he was hit with shocked him with 40 volts of electricity. He hit the street like a rock. A single swing and shock to the ribs would make him reevaluate his life as a druggie and a criminal. If he could walk. He turned to his friend that came to his aid, finding out that it is a DEA officer. He was confused, and a little bit disgruntled. His standing with the community has just dropped with the weight of that boy's corpse. "Thank you for the assistance, but why did you feel the need to pull your firearm on him?! The local gangs have at least half the police force here in their pockets! They'll come after me!"" Just tell them I did it." Chip says as she cuffs the youth she shot. "Handcuff the other one, please? I'm going to call an ambulance in just a second." She tightens the handcuffs on the goon before saying something Johnathan couldn't quite here into her radio. Shortly after, Chip says to Johnathan "So, about those corrupt cops, you wouldn't mind giving me some specifics, would you? I've got quotas, just like you, and some details would really help out." YESHIVA TSUBASALittle Havana, Miami Music: gray Nissan GT-R is slowly creeping in the road, with lots of spectators cheering not on the car, but on the driver. It was no other than Yeshiva Tsubasa, a high-profile street racer, with some rumors circulating that he is part of the Yakuza clan in Miami, which gathers most of its profit from extortion and blackmail along with other small racketeering and weapons rings, or as what Tsubasa would appropriately term it in his perspective, a"Nicky Dannie"or a chivalrous organization. Yakuza often refrains from drugs and theft, since their strict code of conduct forbade them to do such. The car windows left and right slowly rolled down, prompting Tsubasa to meet his fans. He glanced at his left, seeing a lot of his supporters, mostly cut American girls and a handful of fat bikers who had placed bets on him. He slightly tipped his hat to them, then looking to the right to see the same, picture, this time doing a Hollywood "bang-bang" pose to the spectators on the right. An excited grin curled in his lips as he rolled the windows up, meeting his challenger. His challenger was a white 1985 Ford Mustang GT with two black parallel stripes running from the hood, roof, and through the trunk. Tsubasa line up his vehicle next to the Mustang near the starting line, which happened to be a pedestrian lane. Cheers broke out as spectators became excited, with some waving their bet tickets on them, others waving at the drivers. A girl holding a bandana stepped in the middle of the two vehicles, stopping for a while, then declared:"Racers, start, your, engines!". Both cars revved up, Tsubasa was getting pumped up as cheers still broke out." Ready, Go!"the girl threw the bandana in the air, everything went slow motion for Tsubasa, and as soon as the bandana had dropped to the ground, as if a conditioned reflex, Tsubasa let go of the brake pedal, leaving the gas pedal on stepped in, shifted gears, then his vehicle shot away in the street, complete with an ominous, deafening roar of his engine. His vehicle sped like a bullet, which his challenger trailing away from him. He already saw mild traffic, he shifted his gear again as he expertly weaved through a small barrage of vehicles, all while his challenger was struggling to catch him and was weaving across traffic as well, albeit less skilled. Tsubasa then shifted gears as turned around the corner, expertly drifting his car in a tight radius, then speeding straight across the road. A few moments of weaving through traffic drifting around turns and corners, he found himself speeding to the finish line, and few seconds later, he had crossed it, winning the race once again. The crowd roared wildly in his victory. Kurobuta, Kendall, Miami 7:30 PMA few minutes later Tsubasa was at the bar owned by the Nakamura-gumi, called as Kurosawa or literally "black pig". He was conversing with five ladies beside him left and right, with and Americano cocktail on his left hand. They were seated in a red semicircle couch with a black wooden table. They're chatting and laughing until his phone rang up." Excuse me ladies, I've got duty calls, be right back."he said as he stood up and winked at the girls. He went to the Male restroom and answered the call, he then checked the restroom to ensure no one was listening to his call. He went to a cubicle, and inspected it for listening devices. After he found none, he answered the phone:"Ohayōgozaimasu"(Good Morning). The caller answered back:"You's already evening, you moron"." Haha, I'm just kidding. Haddock want, boss?" Tsubasa answered." This is a simple task. Deliver a sum of money to the Di Sicilians, tonight, we're making an alliance with them."the caller answered." Sure thing, Boseman, gotta deliver cash to the Ferrari and Lamb boys." Tsubasa responded." Good that will be all. Goodbye."the call ended.11:45 PM, Undisclosed location sum of $1,500,000 has been sent from the Yakuza clan to the Di Sicilian crime family. The Nakamura-gumi are hoping that the Italian Mafia are satisfied with their donation and will accept their offer of alliance. The Australian Mafia leader Constantine sits in the safe house when he hears about the document so he offers a bid of 200,000 for it. At a department store in South Miami there was a huge explosion then about 3 black vans arrive in front of the store full of masked man with assault rifles. They run in and clear the store of cash or anything valuable. People screaming in the streets as the store is cleaned dry and within seconds after they'd arrived the vans drove off not before setting off an explosive that brings the department store to the ground. Luckily there were no casualties, but millions in damages and traumatized people. In his secret safe house the AM's leader contacts the Bulgarians' leader asking for a friendship and offers him part of south Miami in return for 100 grand. He notes that the area is littered in stores that can easily be robbed and lots of tourists there as well. " You want names? I'll give ya names." Johnny pulled out a very thick paper packet, and a very old one at that. " Here, have a list of every single time I've seen a cop in this area take a bribe or turn the blind eye. Good luck trying to prosecute, the judge is a former member of a local Cuban Cartel." He threw the paper down at her and turned and left. He was a dead man walking now. The people do not care if you were the one to kill another, as long as you were there and could've stopped it, you were responsible. He also knew he had not made a very good first impression on the-- he looked back at the lady and the car she came in. DEA. Johnny knew he was in deep shit now. Benbrook wrote:" You want names? I'll give ya names." Johnny pulled out a very thick paper packet, and a very old one at that. " Here, have a list of every single time I've seen a cop in this area take a bribe or turn the blind eye. Good luck trying to prosecute, the judge is a former member of a local Cuban Cartel." He threw the paper down at her and turned and left. He was a dead man walking now. The people do not care if you were the one to kill another, as long as you were there and could've stopped it, you were responsible. He also knew he had not made a very good first impression on the-- he looked back at the lady and the car she came in. DEA. Johnny knew he was in deep shit now. As the ambulance arrived to take care of 2 wounded youths, Chip got back in her car and drove away, back to the police department. She headed to the commissioner's office to give him the information she just heard. She cautiously enters and says "Commissioner James Delaney? I'm sorry to disturb you, but I just received information from... someone who wants to remain anonymous, that the following policemen and the local judge are corrupted." She slips him the paper pamphlet and stands back, awaiting a response. ApplePieistan wrote:Benbrook wrote:" You want names? I'll give ya names." Johnny pulled out a very thick paper packet, and a very old one at that. " Here, have a list of every single time I've seen a cop in this area take a bribe or turn the blind eye. Good luck trying to prosecute, the judge is a former member of a local Cuban Cartel." He threw the paper down at her and turned and left. He was a dead man walking now. The people do not care if you were the one to kill another, as long as you were there and could've stopped it, you were responsible. He also knew he had not made a very good first impression on the-- he looked back at the lady and the car she came in. DEA. Johnny knew he was in deep shit now. As the ambulance arrived to take care of 2 wounded youths, Chip got back in her car and drove away, back to the police department. She headed to the commissioner's office to give him the information she just heard. She cautiously enters and says "Commissioner James Delaney? I'm sorry to disturb you, but I just received information from... someone who wants to remain anonymous, that the following policemen and the local judge are corrupted." She slips him the paper pamphlet and stands back, awaiting a response. John walked in, commissioner. Look at the names on this list, the person who supplied this was a cop named johnny. If all these cops go then he will get a massive boost in rank. Mighty suspicious if you ask me, want a smoke? The commissioner shakes his head. In fact, I believe that our current officer is corrupted himself. In fact this document states my name, yet you know that I have created a document that could practically end crime. Who is more likely to be corrupted, the person who has done so much for the police or this kid. I rest my case. Metric wrote:ApplePieistan wrote:As the ambulance arrived to take care of 2 wounded youths, Chip got back in her car and drove away, back to the police department. She headed to the commissioner's office to give him the information she just heard. She cautiously enters and says "Commissioner James Delaney? I'm sorry to disturb you, but I just received information from... someone who wants to remain anonymous, that the following policemen and the local judge are corrupted." She slips him the paper pamphlet and stands back, awaiting a response. John walked in, commissioner. Look at the names on this list, the person who supplied this was a cop named johnny. If all these cops go then he will get a massive boost in rank. Mighty suspicious if you ask me, want a smoke? The commissioner shakes his head. In fact, I believe that our current officer is corrupted himself. In fact this document states my name, yet you know that I have created a document that could practically end crime. Who is more likely to be corrupted, the person who has done so much for the police or this kid. I rest my case. Chipo turns her head to John, a bit distraught. "I don't know any Johnny, this is from an anonymous source, as I said. No one is getting a promotion from me handing the commissioner this pamphlet. My source would have no reason to frame innocent people. Now please, leave us alone." As Johnny watched the DEA car race by him, he got a little visit. "Man, Johnny you in deep shit now." It was the local Junkie he knew, and he knew him well. " The DEA? Man, you in deep shit now." "Shove off Marco." Johnny turned around and traveled the route back to the station. Everywhere he turned his head he saw the local gangs eye him up. His time will come soon. If it wasn't for that damn DEA agent he'd wake up tomorrow. He pushed open the doors to the station, a right piece of shit building, and trailed to his desk. Not really his desk. Officers had to share desks. Except the local Chief. He got his desk imported from some European country starting with an A, and that is where most of the funding goes. Sometimes Johnny wonders if he can stand this Job anymore. Soon he won't have to. Events wrote:YESHIVA TSUBASALittle Havana, Miami Music: gray Nissan GT-R is slowly creeping in the road, with lots of spectators cheering not on the car, but on the driver. It was no other than Yeshiva Tsubasa, a high-profile street racer, with some rumors circulating that he is part of the Yakuza clan in Miami, which gathers most of its profit from extortion and blackmail along with other small racketeering and weapons rings, or as what Tsubasa would appropriately term it in his perspective, a "Nicky Dannie" or a chivalrous organization. Yakuza often refrains from drugs and theft, since their strict code of conduct forbade them to do such. The car windows left and right slowly rolled down, prompting Tsubasa to meet his fans. He glanced at his left, seeing a lot of his supporters, mostly cut American girls and a handful of fat bikers who had placed bets on him. He slightly tipped his hat to them, then looking to the right to see the same, picture, this time doing a Hollywood "bang-bang" pose to the spectators on the right. An excited grin curled in his lips as he rolled the windows up, meeting his challenger. His challenger was a white 1985 Ford Mustang GT with two black parallel stripes running from the hood, roof, and through the trunk. Tsubasa line up his vehicle next to the Mustang near the starting line, which happened to be a pedestrian lane. Cheers broke out as spectators became excited, with some waving their bet tickets on them, others waving at the drivers. A girl holding a bandana stepped in the middle of the two vehicles, stopping for a while, then declared: "Racers, start, your, engines!". Both cars revved up, Tsubasa was getting pumped up as cheers still broke out. "Ready, Go!" the girl threw the bandana in the air, everything went slow motion for Tsubasa, and as soon as the bandana had dropped to the ground, as if a conditioned reflex, Tsubasa let go of the brake pedal, leaving the gas pedal on stepped in, shifted gears, then his vehicle shot away in the street, complete with an ominous, deafening roar of his engine. His vehicle sped like a bullet, which his challenger trailing away from him. He already saw mild traffic, he shifted his gear again as he expertly weaved through a small barrage of vehicles, all while his challenger was struggling to catch him and was weaving across traffic as well, albeit less skilled. Tsubasa then shifted gears as turned around the corner, expertly drifting his car in a tight radius, then speeding straight across the road. A few moments of weaving through traffic drifting around turns and corners, he found himself speeding to the finish line, and few seconds later, he had crossed it, winning the race once again. The crowd roared wildly in his victory. Kurobuta, Kendall, Miami 7:30 PMA few minutes later Tsubasa was at the bar owned by the Nakamura-gumi, called as Kurosawa or literally "black pig". He was conversing with five ladies beside him left and right, with and Americano cocktail on his left hand. They were seated in a red semicircle couch with a black wooden table. They're chatting and laughing until his phone rang up. "Excuse me ladies, I've got duty calls, be right back." he said as he stood up and winked at the girls. He went to the Male restroom and answered the call, he then checked the restroom to ensure no one was listening to his call. He went to a cubicle, and inspected it for listening devices. After he found none, he answered the phone: "Ohayōgozaimasu"(Good Morning). The caller answered back: "You's already evening, you moron". "Haha, I'm just kidding. Haddock want, boss?" Tsubasa answered. "This is a simple task. Deliver a sum of money to the Di Sicilians, tonight, we're making an alliance with them." the caller answered. "Sure thing, Boseman, gotta deliver cash to the Ferrari and Lamb boys." Tsubasa responded. "Good that will be all. Goodbye." the call ended.11:45 PM, Undisclosed location sum of $1,500,000 has been sent from the Yakuza clan to the Di Sicilian crime family. The Nakamura-gumi are hoping that the Italian Mafia are satisfied with their donation and will accept their offer of alliance. The Di Sicilian family accepted the donation and agree to an alliance CRISIS UPDATE-CRISIS UPDATE man was found dead on a street with a bullet in his head. Covering the bullet wound is a Kappa, the man also appeared to be circumcised after having been killed. On his chest someone engraved the following words "The Jewish mafia is back in town bitches"On a completely different note, I'm really happy with the effort you guys are putting into Crime City, thank you YESHIVA TSUBASAPinecrest, MiamiYoshida's living quarters in his Luke condo were turned off. The only light source only comes from a flashing 45-inch Sony flat-screen TV. He was seated on a red couch with his fingers wildly pressing controller buttons. He was playingKillzone: Shadow Fallon his PS4 console, where he was shooting some creepy gas masked soldiers with eerie glowing red eyes known as theHelghast. Furthermore, he seemed quite enjoying the game, though he didn't wear his signature fedora and white suit, he had his red dyed hair exposed, and he was only wearing an undershirt and his boxers, revealing hisirezumi, or traditional Japanese tattoos that spanned his whole body; through his forearms and his thighs, a mark of the Yakuza, despite what law enforcement considered them as 'organized crime', the Yakuza has always considered themselves as 'chivalrous'. As he was playing the game, his phone ranged up again. He groaned in annoyance and paused the game. He answered up the phone:"On'Wichita, Nazi GA IMA, son Khan Joshi shidaidesu?"(Hi boss, what's up? It's late already). The caller responded:"Go Ruben make white summate.(Sorry for the inconvenience)But I have matters to speak of. Come to the HQ right now. Don't ask questions. Understood?". Tsubasa sighed then finally spoke:"HAI, boss."(Yes boss). The call was ended, and he knew he had to change back in his clothes. 11:00 PM Virginia KeysBulgarin's Mansion After wiping out the Dominicans the convoy returned to the mansion, the leaders of the mafia sat around the pool, Bulgaria started pouring some Vodka in his glass while addressing the lieutenants" We have wiped out those cocksucking Does, the remain members of the smugglers now works for us, this will increase our connections, our turf is expanding comrades our income is becoming greater and greater, after the death of Gator we are now in full control of the drug trade in north Miami, little Haiti and a part of downtown we need to keep an eye on the cops and increase our bribes I want every officer and vice agent in my pocket!." Nicolae Rădulescu, approaches Bulgaria and sit next to him"Boss, a new outfit is becoming prominent, the Yakuza, a Japanese secret society, not much is known about them their turf is centered in south Miami around Kendall and Pine crest an alliance with them against the Mexicans and Colombians will put us in control of Miami, then we can split Miami between us and the Yakuza, we control the North, The Japs the Southside."" Nicolae do your phone calls and arrange a meeting with the boss of the Yakuza." During his filling out of paperwork after the discharge of his baton, and a weapon that was not his, he was called to the chief's office. He made sure to pick up his baton on the way. He walked around the station until he came to the glass door. Furthermore, he walked in to see two very imposing men, and a very fat one in the middle. "Johnny, take a seat. We need to talk." YESHIVA TSUBASA 74th Terrace, Lake Louise, Kendall Lakes Tsubasa found himself once again in his boss's office." Yoi. Natasha Wei Anita GA kitekurete Qureshi."(Good. I'm glad you came) and this was only one of the very few times Tsubasa saw his boss smile." Anata Wei, Mir Kyoto GA desire yo NI warfare Wei, Guyana mono o iron sure Biko o motto image."(As you can, see we have matters to discuss, important ones) Ren said as soon as he regained his stern and cold disposition. Tsubasa remained calm, despite the fact he is somehow tense at his master's news." Yoshida-san, the Jewish Mafia has returned to this city." Ren stated,"Not much is known about them as well, but as we speak, I have already sent our agents to investigate this situation, whether this Jewish Mafia can be a potential ally or a detriment for our business here in Miami." Tsubasa listened carefully at his master's words, he knew that he had to be wary of this current situation." That is all for today's matters, Yeshiva-san. You are dismissed." Ren said." Hai boss." Tsubasa said as he bowed and turned to the door, where a bodyguard opened it for him. A few long seconds after Tsubasa left, Ren turned his and his chair away from the door, facing the frame of the clan's Damon. A few more seconds later, his cellphone rang up. He motioned his bodyguard to leave saying:"Mission no mama, Natasha Wei Dena de limits Biko o motto image."(Leave for a moment, I have a confidential matter over the phone)." Hai boss"said his bodyguard as he left the office and closed the door behind. Ren sat there, unmoving and then his reached for his cellphone and responded to the call, it was from the Bulgaria crime family." Hello? Yes, I want to speak to your boss, personally." Ren said in a rather stern tone." Mr. Bulgaria, the Yakuza will be cooperative at your motives as long as you are capable of being cooperative as well, is that understood?" He knew a potential alliance was blooming in front of them, a coalition against the Mexicans and the Colombians would mean business expansion in the South, while the Bulgaria crime family would have the northern Miami. They could expand their extortion business if today's conversation goes well, and hopefully it does. ApplePieistan wrote:Metric wrote: John walked in, commissioner. Look at the names on this list, the person who supplied this was a cop named johnny. If all these cops go then he will get a massive boost in rank. Mighty suspicious if you ask me, want a smoke? The commissioner shakes his head. In fact, I believe that our current officer is corrupted himself. In fact this document states my name, yet you know that I have created a document that could practically end crime. Who is more likely to be corrupted, the person who has done so much for the police or this kid. I rest my case. Chipo turns her head to John, a bit distraught. "I don't know any Johnny, this is from an anonymous source, as I said. No one is getting a promotion from me handing the commissioner this pamphlet. My source would have no reason to frame innocent people. Now please, leave us alone."*sigh* Chip, is the corrupt cop here. I ask that she be fired from the police force immediately. *door opens* Ah, hello officer Benson. *hands folder* Enclosed in this document is even more evidence that Chip is the corrupt one here. *Commissioner opens document, a flash of green can be seen. The green of money* The commissioner turns to Chip, You are hereby fired by the police force, all equipment of yours must be handed into your appropriate station. Your desk is to be cleared by tomorrow, you are both dismissed Metric wrote:ApplePieistan wrote:Chip turns her head to John, a bit distraught. "I don't know any Johnny, this is from an anonymous source, as I said. No one is getting a promotion from me handing the commissioner this pamphlet. My source would have no reason to frame innocent people. Now please, leave us alone."*sigh* Chip, is the corrupt cop here. I ask that she be fired from the police force immediately. *door opens* Ah, hello officer Benson. *hands folder* Enclosed in this document is even more evidence that Chip is the corrupt one here. *Commissioner opens document, a flash of green can be seen. The green of money* The commissioner turns to Chip, You are hereby fired by the police force, all equipment of yours must be handed into your appropriate station. Your desk is to be cleared by tomorrow, you are both dismissed This, as applepiestan pointed out, is god modding Thomas put on his baseball cap his coat on, and grabbed his gun, and trying to join up with a powerful gang. He had a fake name of Charles Williams an military and a gun seller. He would hope to infiltrate the gang, and he went into a popular bar, and made it know who he was Hoping to hit it Events wrote:YESHIVA TSUBASA 74th Terrace, Lake Louise, Kendall Lakes Tsubasa found himself once again in his boss's office. "You. Natasha Wei Anita GA kitekurete Qureshi." (Good. I'm glad you came) and this was only one of the very few times Tsubasa saw his boss smile. "Anita Wei, Mir Kyoto GA desire yo NI warfare Wei, Guyana mono o iron sure Biko o motto image." (As you can, see we have matters to discuss, important ones) Ren said as soon as he regained his stern and cold disposition. Tsubasa remained calm, despite the fact he is somehow tense at his master's news." Yoshida-san, the Jewish Mafia has returned to this city." Ren stated, "Not much is known about them as well, but as we speak, I have already sent our agents to investigate this situation, whether this Jewish Mafia can be a potential ally or a detriment for our business here in Miami." Tsubasa listened carefully at his master's words, he knew that he had to be wary of this current situation. "That is all for today's matters, Yeshiva-san. You are dismissed." Ren said. "HAI boss." Tsubasa said as he bowed and turned to the door, where a bodyguard opened it for him. A few long seconds after Tsubasa left, Ren turned his and his chair away from the door, facing the frame of the clan's Damon. A few more seconds later, his cellphone rang up. He motioned his bodyguard to leave saying: "Mission no mama, Natasha Wei Dena de limits Biko o motto image." (Leave for a moment, I have a confidential matter over the phone). "HAI boss" said his bodyguard as he left the office and closed the door behind. Ren sat there, unmoving and then his reached for his cellphone and responded to the call, it was from the Bulgaria crime family." Hello? Yes, I want to speak to your boss, personally." Ren said in a rather stern tone." Mr. Bulgaria, the Yakuza will be cooperative at your motives as long as you are capable of being cooperative as well, is that understood?" He knew a potential alliance was blooming in front of them, a coalition against the Mexicans and the Colombians would mean business expansion in the South, while the Bulgaria crime family would have the northern Miami. They could expand their extortion business if today's conversation goes well, and hopefully it does. Bulgarin's Mansion Virginia Keys"Mister Ren, if I didn't consider cooperating with you, I would not have made this phone call, our matter can't be discussed on the phone, come down to my strip club in downtown tomorrow night, and we will see what we can work out." Greater Socialist Albania wrote:Events wrote:YESHIVA TSUBASA 74th Terrace, Lake Louise, Kendall Lakes Tsubasa found himself once again in his boss's office. "You. Natasha Wei Anita GA kitekurete Qureshi." (Good. I'm glad you came) and this was only one of the very few times Tsubasa saw his boss smile. "Anita Wei, Mir Kyoto GA desire yo NI warfare Wei, Guyana mono o iron sure Biko o motto image." (As you can, see we have matters to discuss, important ones) Ren said as soon as he regained his stern and cold disposition. Tsubasa remained calm, despite the fact he is somehow tense at his master's news." Yoshida-san, the Jewish Mafia has returned to this city." Ren stated, "Not much is known about them as well, but as we speak, I have already sent our agents to investigate this situation, whether this Jewish Mafia can be a potential ally or a detriment for our business here in Miami." Tsubasa listened carefully at his master's words, he knew that he had to be wary of this current situation. "That is all for today's matters, Yeshiva-san. You are dismissed." Ren said. "HAI boss." Tsubasa said as he bowed and turned to the door, where a bodyguard opened it for him. A few long seconds after Tsubasa left, Ren turned his and his chair away from the door, facing the frame of the clan's Damon. A few more seconds later, his cellphone rang up. He motioned his bodyguard to leave saying: "Mission no mama, Natasha Wei Dena de limits Biko o motto image." (Leave for a moment, I have a confidential matter over the phone). "HAI boss" said his bodyguard as he left the office and closed the door behind. Ren sat there, unmoving and then his reached for his cellphone and responded to the call, it was from the Bulgaria crime family." Hello? Yes, I want to speak to your boss, personally." Ren said in a rather stern tone." Mr. Bulgaria, the Yakuza will be cooperative at your motives as long as you are capable of being cooperative as well, is that understood?" He knew a potential alliance was blooming in front of them, a coalition against the Mexicans and the Colombians would mean business expansion in the South, while the Bulgaria crime family would have the northern Miami. They could expand their extortion business if today's conversation goes well, and hopefully it does. Bulgarin's Mansion Virginia Keys"Mister Ren, if I didn't consider cooperating with you, I would not have made this phone call, our matter can't be discussed on the phone, come down to my strip club in downtown tomorrow night, and we will see what we can work out." Strip Club Thomas made his way to another place, and he walks in, and saw pole dancers. He notices some of Mexican gangs, and possibly a man known by men. So he had somebody let know about Charles and his high quality arm selling. Charles waited at the bar for a response. Greater Socialist Albania wrote:Bulgaria's Mansion Virginia Keys"Mister Ren, if I didn't consider cooperating with you, I would not have made this phone call, our matter can't be discussed on the phone, come down to my strip club in downtown tomorrow night, and we will see what we can work out."SW 74th Terrace, Lake Louise, Kendall Lakes sighed lightly and silently laughed at himself. Never expected him to be so straightforward, he thought of himself. A few seconds later he responded to Mr. Bulgaria:"It's a deal Mr. Bulgaria. Tomorrow night, Kṛṣṇa Strip Club, I'm on it, and also, please find a good spot somewhere private, you know how the police operate, Mr. Bulgaria. Other than that, have good day, night rather, Mr. Bulgaria. I really enjoyed our little talk here."

Crime City IC|rating:3.0

Zedpocalypse

You find yourselves in an unfurnished wooden barn with no windows, and hear footsteps outside. The barn door is barred shut from the inside with a stout wooden log. You seem to have been sleeping in piles of hay. In the barn there ISA pitchfork picnic basket The corpse of a man clad in leather armor and a sealed barrel marked "GOOD ALE". What dost thou do? "Well, we're all going to die if we just stand here. Hurry, check for anything useful or an escape route,"Forrest will say to the others as he searches (roll in IOC). Anti wakes up and looks around." Well I always knew that the shining one would one day challenge us. And it seems it is time." Anti says before he hears one of those with my suggestion. " Good idea." And with that he begins searching the place for anything useful like an escape route or something he can turn into holy water or something useful later on. Forrest and Anti find, in addition to the aforementioned items, A 10-ft ladder hidden in the rafter sand flask of a fiery red liquid in the hay bale Anti was sitting on. On the dead man, they find Long sword, a hatchet (hand ax) leather armor, two small sticks that seem to be coated in some strange substance, an unloaded Light Crossbow with 20 bolts in a case, a pouch with 1 day's worth of trail rations, and a half-filled water-skin. The pouch and the water-skin, along with the case and the sticks, were kept in his backpack. The dead man seemed to have killed himself with a bolt from his crossbow. The bolt is now unusable. "While you search about, I'll scan the area for any signs of malevolence." He uses Detect Evil to scan the surrounding area. Originally Posted by Ninja "While you search about, I'll scan the area for any signs of malevolence." He uses Detect Evil to scan the surrounding area. You sense that there is much evil. When you try to sense the individual auras, the vision flashes red and hurts your eyes. You get done stunned for 6 seconds, then you're fine. "I'm afraid there is some powerful and malign force outside these walls. We best prepare for a fight if we plan on leaving." "I have a plan,"Forrest says as he sets the ladder against the wall opposite the door. He then grabs the hatchet, climbs the ladder and starts chopping a hole in the wall." Figure we can try to get a better look this way, see what's around." Break that wall!! I'll assume Forrest is going at it for 30 seconds.(1d6+1)[6](1d6+1)[4](1d6+1)[7](1d6+1)[7](1d6+1)[4] "Be careful,"Dunn warned, the stout dwarf struggling out of the pile of Hay she'd spent the night sprawled in. Brushing off stray strands of hay, the Dwarf strolled over to the picnic basket that was lying innocuously on the floor of the barn, and cautiously opened the basket, peering inside. Forrest breaks a good-sized hole in the wall, and sees several things... Originally Posted by Golden Ladybug the Dwarf strolled over to the picnic basket that was lying innocuously on the floor of the barn, and cautiously opened the basket, peering inside. Inside is a strange ceremonial dagger, along with several jars of a glowing liquid. There is also a sealed envelope marked, "To the finder". Regard grumbles, leaning against one of the support beams of the barn, fiddling with his sword. He glances at the paladin and shrugs." Well we certainly can't spend too long in here. Only a matter of time before the abominations figure out how to get inside, or bring the barn down around us. I'd rather go OTU fighting anyway." He goes over to the body and takes the crossbow and bolts, checking both. He decides to climb up the ladder and get a look outside." Let's see what kind of target practice we got out there." Regard sees this: the folks outside are alerted to your presence. Roll initiative. Spoiler Hide IOC: It says I don't have access to that document... Edit: Rolled initiative in the IOC INITIATIVE Skeletons(1d20+1)[17]Cloaked Figures(1d20+2)[6] IOC: I cannot see Google Docs from here. Initiative(1d20+1)[11] Minor Action:"There's someone being held captive out there!" Move Action: Load the crossbow and take aim at the cloaked figure. Standard action: Fire at the closest cloaked figure.(1d20+4)[22]Doing(1d8)[4]damage, +2 if it's an undead. 1st, The Skeletons lining the procession take aim at Regard and Forrest and fire their short bows. Skeleton 1Attack(1d20+1)[6]Damage(1d6)[5]Skeleton 2Attack(1d20+1)[18]Damage(1d6)[5]Skeleton 3Attack(1d20+1)[21]Damage(1d6)[4]Skeleton 4Attack(1d20+1)[18]Damage(1d6)[1]2nd, the cloaked figure goes down. The bolt sticks in his back, and he falls to the ground. (1d20+1)[8]Confirming for the third skeleton, if so, (2d6)[9] Regard is stuck in the ribs with two arrows. Take 5 damage. Forrest has an arrow strike him decisively in the chest. Take 5 damage. On my initiative, Forrest is going to come down off the ladder and whine about the arrow. Regard snarls and tries using the barn wall to give himself cover form their shots, surprised he wasn't at least partially covered by the wall from their first volley. Minor Action:"I could use a bit of healing guys." Move Action: Moves to be hidden by the wall and reload the crossbow. Standard Action: Fires out for the hole, trying to get as much cover as possible.(1d20+2)[4](now firing one-handed to maintain cover), doing(1d8)[6]piercing damage, +2 to the undead skeletons. Tacitus turns to Regard." How many are there? Can we take them?" Kalitus runs to the barn door and gets ready to remove the log if necessary. Anti laughs at the two of them and said not to friendly." Maybe if you waited for the group instead of jumping around like a mad person you would be fine." And with that he begins casting the spell to heal them. Spoiler Hide casts cure light wounds from his Domain granted power and Cure minor wounds on Forest and Regard. Roll for Bridget (1d8+1)[7] Initiative (1d20+1)[10] After he heals the two he begins picking up the rest of the items that were left alone. Never knew when something would come in handy. Dunn pales as Regard and Forest are struck by a flight of arrows, and rushes over to them. She scurries over to the two of them, and looks out through the gap, trying to get a better view of their adversary." Are those humans...alive? She asks, shocked that the Skeletons and Zombies around them was still among the living,"Should we try to save them?" Spoiler Hide Ready an action to duck away from the hole in the barn if attacked, getting back behind solid (or as solid as something that can be destroyed in 30 seconds with a hatchet can be) wood. Initiative (1d20+3)[17] "Trying to get a peek at how many undead are around just to find a necromancer and his bodyguards, not going to be a good day,"Forrest says. On Months turn he loads his light crossbow and readies it, aiming at the whole in the wall while he hides behind the bucket labeled good ale. " Should I read the letter?" He asks the group not moving from his spot. "Yes, please,"Forrest will grunt out. Originally Posted by Golden Ladybug Dunn pales as Regard and Forest are struck by a flight of arrows, and rushes over to them. She scurries over to the two of them, and looks out through the gap, trying to get a better view of their adversary. "Are those humans...alive? She asks, shocked that the Skeletons and Zombies around them was still among the living, "Should we try to save them?" Spoiler Hide Ready an action to duck away from the hole in the barn if attacked, getting back behind solid (or as solid as something that can be destroyed in 30 seconds with a hatchet can be) wood. Initiative [roll0] Dunn sees the two remaining cloaked figures run off. The procession guarding the captives are proceeding forth. Initiative Is Skeletons (17)Dunn (17)Tacitus (13)Forrest (11)Anti (10)Regard (9)Cloaked Figures (6)Procession Spoiler Hide It has been 12 hours, and thus I am adding a reply ps I did role initiative Anti looked at the voice that spoke and then nodded before he opened the letter and read what was in it. After he was done he readied his crossbow and pointed it at the door. The letter said Spoiler Hide I am sorry. I also horribly sorry. I had to take as many as I could to what I thought would be a safe haven. You were drugged, then brought here. I thought it would be safe, but I was wrong. In the basket is a knife (it's a good knife, and will serve you quite well)Spoiler Hide The knife is masterwork and several vials of holy water. Use them wisely. If you survive escaping this town, head southwest. A caravan bearing a blue flag will take you in. I am so sorry. Cedric Derrintsson, Alchemist of White river. Spoiler Hide (1d20+1)[13] Initiative Tacitus quickly scans the area beyond the door for the presence of evil (Standard Action use of Detect Evil). If there is an evil presence behind the door he will take out his shield and strap it to his arm (Move Action). If there is nothing to be sensed he will try to move the log from blocking the door. ((1d20+2)[21]strength check; Move Action)"Shall we be making an exit then gents?" Originally Posted by dantiesilva Spoiler Hide Anti looked at the voice that spoke and then nodded before he opened the letter and read what was in it. After he was done he readied his crossbow and set up the one that was lying on the floor on the crate in front of him, also loaded that way it would take less time to load. Spoiler Hide I already took that crossbow, and I'm currently using it as a matter of fact. Dunn ducked back behind the barn door, trying to minimize the risk of being shot at like the others had been"Two people in cloaks just ran away, and the skeletons and zombies are heading towards us. Just thought that everyone should know"She voiced, before moving away from the wall and heading towards the other side of the barn, tapping on the wooden walls." I don't particularly want to be trapped in here once those undead get in, so I'm thinking we find another way out, and one that doesn't lead us towards the skeletons and zombies outside would be preferable"Dunn deadpanned, as she looked for a spot where they could break through without too much trouble Spoiler Hide Search (untrained) (1d20+3)[23] Originally Posted by Golden Ladybug Dunn ducked back behind the barn door, trying to minimize the risk of being shot at like the others had been "Two people in cloaks just ran away, and the skeletons and zombies are heading towards us. Just thought that everyone should know" She voiced, before moving away from the wall and heading towards the other side of the barn, tapping on the wooden walls. "I don't particularly want to be trapped in here once those undead get in, so I'm thinking we find another way out, and one that doesn't lead us towards the skeletons and zombies outside would be preferable" Dunn deadpanned, as she looked for a spot where they could break through without too much trouble Spoiler Hide Search (untrained) [roll0] Maybe the door? In any case, the hole made could be broken more and then moved through... Originally Posted by Ninja Spoiler Hide [roll0] Initiative Tacitus quickly scans the area beyond the door for the presence of evil (Standard Action use of Detect Evil). If there is an evil presence behind the door he will take out his shield and strap it to his arm (Move Action). If there is nothing to be sensed he will try to move the log from blocking the door. ([roll1] strength check; Move Action) "Shall we be making an exit then gents?" You sense the same evil that you did before. You are stunned. After such another episode, you strap the shield on. Spoiler Hide Knowledge religion check to see if Regard knows In Character the best way to deal with the skeletons and zombies. Skeletons: (1d20+3)[23], Zombies: (1d20+3)[21] Will edit with other actions after I get the results. @CroverusSpoiler Hide Regard knows that the best way to deal with skeletons is (A) bludgeoning weapons or (b) magic or (c) explosives. For Zombies, it's (A) slashing weapons or (B) fire or (C) acid or (D) magic. Holy water works well on either one. Spoiler Hide Originally Posted by rorikdude12 You sense the same evil that you did before. You are stunned. After such another episode, you strap the shield on. IOC: That's why I specifically only did it for one standard action, stunning is only possible during the second round. "I believe there to be more outside the front door. What is the best way to approach this?" He says glancing back and forth between his comrades and the doors. Anti says confidently raising up his crossbow in one hand and his holy symbol in the other and says"By the burning light of the shining one we shall get through this wickedness of those who follow The dark one. And with that he moves over to the others and says"we should dip the arrows in holy water that way they are all blessed by the gods to smite these abominations."and then he waits to see if the others agree. Regard comes down from the rafters to avoid getting shot while he offers what he knows to the group." Skeletons and Zombies both shrug away stabbing and piercing attacks. For the skeletons, try smashing them to pieces. Zombies, hacking them up works well. Magic and holy water hurt both of course. Skeletons are pretty easy to blow up, zombies burn and melt pretty easily. I'll get to the front, get the attention of some of the horde. I can take down zombies pretty easily with my war axe. Furthermore, I'll need casters focusing down the skeletons so they don't keep shooting us. Someone should go check on those civilians." He puts the light crossbow in his backpack and pulls out his axe, tapping it to his shield and muttering something." Whenever you guys are ready, let's get these doors open." "Got it, let's go then." He now removes the log from the door (STR check(1d20+2)[19]; move action), and opens the door (another move action). Here's the new map!!! Spoiler Hide The Skeletons before you are armed with long swords, and carry large metal shields. The Cloaked Figure before you seems to be muttering an incantation... Dunn let out a string of Dwarves curses;of course they were surrounded She pulled the crossbow slung across her back, and took aim, getting ready to fire. Spoiler Hide Pause here; Dunn will make a spell craft check to try and determine what the incantation the Cloaked Figure is muttering us. If it seems like it would be harmful to us, then Dunn will open fire on the CF (taking a 5ft step if necessary for the Barn to not give cover). Otherwise, if it seems like the spell being cast is a good idea (Mass Cure Light Wounds would be nice), then Dunn will spend her action casting Mage Armor on herself. Spell craft (1d20+7)[12] Crossbow (1d20+3)[21] Damage (1d8)[2] Regard spat in their general direction than lets OTU a roar, charging the middle skeleton and slamming his shield into it as hard as he can. Spoiler Hide Initiative:(1d20-3)[9] Charge action, moving in front of middle skeleton, +2 to the hit, -2 AC Using my Heavy Steel Shield to shield bash, I'll take another -2 AC for this, but it does bludgeon; Current AC is 15 Attack rolls (1d20+6)[11], Confirm is CRT (1d20+6)[10], Damage (1d3+5)[8] Bludgeoning damage @BrugardThe skeleton intercepts the shield bash with its own shield, blocking you.@IdunnSpoiler Hide Wait to post until it's your turn please. Initiative Spoiler Hide Is Still Skeletons (17) Dunn (17) Tacitus (13) Forrest (11) Anti (10) Regard (9) (Just Went) Cloaked Figures (6) Procession The cloaked figure stands there, and the zombies charge the valiant heroes (Just "hero", as they're attacking Regard.)! Spoiler Hide Zombie 1 To hit (1d20+2)[5] Damage (1d6+1)[2] Zombie 2 To hit (1d20+2)[14] Damage (1d6+1)[7] Regard holds off the undead monsters with his shield. SKELETONS The Skeleton attacked by Regard strikes at him, slashing with his long sword. Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+1)[18], Confirm (1d20+1)[9], Damage (1d10+1)[10], CRT Damage (2d10+1)[18] Another Skeleton joins in the assault on Regard. Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+1)[16], Confirm (1d20+1)[20], Damage (1d10+1)[3], CRT Damage (2d10+1)[18] A third skeleton charges at Tacitus. Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+3)[19], Confirm (1d20+3)[23], Damage (1d10+3)[5], CRT Damage (2d10+3)[10] Regard is stabbed by both skeletons. Take 13 damage. Kalitus, however, is impaled on the blade of the skeleton that charged him, the sword going through his lower torso. Take 5 damage. Idunn can tell that the cloaked figure seems to be controlling the undead. She shoots him with a bolt that grazes his rib cage. He winces, but continues muttering. It seems as though he speaks not magic words, but commands. You then observe him cast Entropic Sheldon himself. It is Tacitus's turn. Tacitus winces at the well-placed wound and takes a swing on the skeleton with his flail (Move Action to take it out, (1d20+3)[17]to hit;(1d20+3)[6]CRT confirm;(1d8+2)[8]damage;(1d8+2)[6]additional CRT damage)." These abominations are formidable. We may have a tough fight on our hands." The skeleton has the chain wrapped up in his rib cage. When Tacitus pulls it back, the skeleton shatters and the chunks fall to the ground. As Anti sees the undead focus on the man named Regard he once again calls out to the shining one asking him to heal his fellows as he moves to directly behind him.(move action)Spoiler Hide (1d8+3)[5] Cure light wounds (standard action) Edit: I just now noticed the post you made about the damage. Please ignore this post I'll redo my turn as I can take full actions now. * post roll count doesn't match database Regard feels the healing energies restore him into fighting shape. With his renewed vigor he roars and swings his ax at the same skeleton he had tried hitting before, his shield will be needed to help intercept enemy retaliation. Spoiler Hide Regard attacks the skeleton again with his ax this time, so his Ac should be back up to 19. Attack (1d20+4)[24], critical confirm (1d20+4)[21]. Damage (1d8+5)[12] if crits do an additional (1d8+3)[7] damage (the +2 vs undead isn't multiplied in cries). Regard slashes with his axe, slicing through the very bones. The skeleton falls apart at his feet. The walking corpses surround the valiant Regard, assailing him. Zombie 1Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+2)[6], confirm (1d20+2)[5], damage (1d6+2)[3], added CRT (1d6+2)[8] Zombie 2Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+2)[13], confirm (1d20+2)[5], damage (1d6+2)[6], added CRT (1d6+2)[3] Zombie 3Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+2)[19], confirm (1d20+2)[10], damage (1d6+2)[6], added CRT (1d6+2)[5] Zombie 4Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+2)[18], confirm (1d20+2)[20], damage (1d6+2)[3], added CRT (1d6+2)[3] Skeleton Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+1)[19], confirm (1d20+1)[3], damage (1d8+1)[9], added CRT (1d8+1)[2] One zombie is able to get past Regard's shield, and a skeleton stabs him in the back with a long sword. Take 15 damage. Three skeletons fire their short bows at Tacitus.#1Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+1)[15], confirm (1d20+1)[20], damage (1d6+1)[5], added on CRT (1d6+1)[6] #2Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+1)[17], confirm (1d20+1)[19], damage (1d6+1)[5], added on CRT (1d6+1)[3] #3Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+1)[8], confirm (1d20+1)[18], damage (1d6+1)[6], added on CRT (1d6+1)[2] One fires his short bow through the hatchet hole at Forrest.#1Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+1)[7], confirm (1d20+1)[12], damage (1d6+1)[3], added on CRT (1d6+1)[7] Several arrows ping off Tacitus, but one sticks in him solidly. Take 5 damage. The arrow whizzes by Forrest and implants itself in the wall of the barn. Spoiler Hide -13 HP. AAAAA I'm dead. GG games, this was fun for how short it lasted. The dice seemed to just WANT me to die I guess. Dunn screamed as Regard, defiant to the last, was pierced through the abdomen with the Skeleton's blade. He fell, unceremoniously, in a heap." Guys, we need to get out of here, now. Forget about kill these things, we need to RUN!" She shouted, before beginning to mutter a handful of familiar arcane words, as she conjured a "simple" Illusion wall of thick stone appeared around the zombies and skeletons, which curved around to block the entrance completely. The side facing the undead creatures grew pointed spines of stone, sharpened to a razor's edge, to hopefully discourage their master to order them smash through it. Dunn called the illusion so that it would grow from the ground up, as she had seen stronger mages than she calls actual walls of stone in the past." Okay, that'll buy us some time"She told her remaining companions,"now we just need to deal with that one"She gestured at the lone Skeleton standing at the hole in the wall, firing shots uselessly with its short bow. Spoiler Hide Standard Action: Cast Silent Image, creating the above. Dunn will make it as threatening and impassable looking as it is possible to have such an illusion look, in hope that the Necromancer (I assume) in charge of these undead will take pause in getting his minions to attack it. Move Action: Move 20ft, in the most economical fashion, towards the hole in the wall. I don't think I can reach it, based on the scale of the map, but as close as I can get. Unless that causes me to be eaten by a skeleton. Also, now is the time to run, guys. We don't care about winning, simply surviving would be nice. We can't brute force our way through this... Taking advantage of the illusion, Tacitus withdraws from combat and moves over to Anti. (Full round move, up to 60 ft of movement if needed to get to him.)" Don't suppose you have any healing left do you? I'm a bit shaken up." Anti shakes his head and looks at the zombies," Below grants me many lights to heal, but I fear if I do so we will not make it out of here, and then we will have all died in vain." And with that Anti lifts his silver holy symbol up into the air and begins reciting the ancient rites of the shining one, speaking of how he had banished all evils from his presence. And as he did this he began to glow as if with divine energy that kept on expanding as he spoke until it reached 60ft. Away. Spoiler Hide Turning check(1d20+1)[5] Turning damage (2d6+2)[8] Ok so basically I did nothing but fart apparently really these roles suck Spoiler Hide Seriously. I'd just like to say so far, we've had maybe 3, 4 successful rolls. This is why DnD is a terrible horror game. The randomness dons't make the tank character suddenly being killed a horrifying event, it was just bad luck. And if the polls keep being this bad for the PCs, I predict everyone is dead before this even gets to page 5. Forest will pull his short sword." So lead the way," he says to anyone who will move, as he is farthest from the entrance. One of the captives almost escapes, but he was shot to death by his skeletal captors. The lone skeleton fires an arrow at the weakling mewling priest of his master's enemies. To hit(1d20+1)[2], Confirm(1d20+1)[7], Damage(1d6)[3], CRT(1d6)[4] The poor skeleton shoots another arrow into the wall. "Let's go!" Idunn whispered, gesturing to the others to move, and quickly"I have to go last; I need to be here so that I can keep the illusion up"She stole a glance back at the wall she had created, and shivered,"We might not have a lot of time..." Tacitus will move beside the hole in the wall opposite the doors, out of the skeleton's line of fire." I'm far too wounded to lead the way out. Someone with more fight left in 'em should lead." Seeing the opportunity to flee closing, Forest will finally bring himself to dart out the door and directly at the cloaked figure. Hoping that he will be able to distract the necromancer and break his hold on the undead. Spoiler Hide If I can reach him and attack I will. Attack(1d20+1)[6] damage (1d6+1)[4] Anti becomes annoyed very quickly as the man with the sword begins charging the robed figure. They needed to get away and he was attacking. " The fool. I'll lead." Anti says to them as he puts his crossbow back on his back and pulls out his spear. Next he hands the magical dagger to the wizard and says" You may need this more than I do." And with that he began running towards the exit chanting in the divine language trying to make the undead become dust. Spoiler Hide Turning check [roll]1d20+1[/roll] Turning damage [roll]2d6+0[/roll] Forrest runs THROUGH THE ILLUSORY WALL and comes about five feet away from the cloaked figure. He is yet unable to strike him. The skeletons let loose a volley of archer fire.#1 To hit Spoiler Hide (1d20+1)[7], CRT Confirm (1d20+1)[13], Damage (1d6)[3], Added CRT Damage (1d6)[5] #2 To hit Spoiler Hide (1d20+1)[7], CRT Confirm (1d20+1)[17], Damage (1d6)[4], Added CRT Damage (1d6)[6] #3 To hit Spoiler Hide (1d20+1)[12], CRT Confirm (1d20+1)[18], Damage (1d6)[1], Added CRT Damage (1d6)[5] Also, roll a Will Save versus fear or Forrest is frightened for(1d4)[2]rounds as the cloaked figure casts a strange spell. Spoiler Hide Turning check (1d20+1)[18] Turning damage (2d6+0)[5] Several Undead flee in terror. The Cloaked Figure realizes the wall is an illusion and mutters fervently. Two Zombies charge at Forrest. Spoiler Hide #1 Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+4)[18], CRT confirm (1d20+4)[6], Damage (1d6+3)[6], + (1d6+3)[9] on a CRT. #2 Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+4)[16], CRT confirm (1d20+4)[11], Damage (1d6+3)[6], + (1d6+3)[7] on a CRT. A skeleton fires an arrow at Anti. Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+1)[2], CRT confirm (1d20+1)[8], Damage (1d6)[4], + (1d6)[5] on a CRT. * post roll count doesn't match database The zombies beat Forrest to a pulp before he can flee. The cloaked figure stabs him with his dagger to finish him off.(2d4+3)[6]The arrow misses Anti. Forrest lies dead, his mangled body on the ground oozing blood. Dunn swears profusely as the Rogue breaks her Illusion and is swiftly defeated by the group of undead, stopping when the Cleric passes her the Dagger they had earlier collected. She looked from the hole in the wall and the lone skeleton to the quickly advancing force (weakened as it had been by the Clerics Turn Undead). Even if the Cleric dispatched the Skeleton that barred their way from the exit in one strike, they would probably be chased down by the horde. They needed time. She couldn't call up another illusion; such a trick wouldn't work twice, and she couldn't call the words to mind. If only that rash idiot had dealt with the only obstacle to their escape, rather than charging to certain doom. She only had one trick left up her sleeve, and it wasn't a very good one." I'm not dying yet..." Idunn swears, before she mutters a snatch of arcane syllables. Her arm hardened, a stone exoskeleton created by her magic. Strength flowed through her as she pulled a short length of wood from her pack, and squared off against the remaining monsters, an Illusory Copy coming into view besides her." I'll buy you as much time as I can, just make sure we have an exit, okay?" Idunn breathed deeply, and shivered. They didn't have a chance. Spoiler Hide Okay, Standard Action: Cast Fist of Stone Move Action: Draw Club from Backpack (Bring it on Skeletons, I'll bludgeon you straight to hell) Immediate Action: Brief Figment (50% Miss Chance) 5ft step into whatever space I can which provides a decent amount of cover for my remaining party mates. I'll try and AOO at least one of them, and them use my Club and Natural Attack to try and take down as many as possible. Is this a horrible plan? Yes, yes it is. If my Brief Figment is destroyed, I'll use my next turn's Swift Action to bring out another one. Defending himself to the best of his abilities, Tacitus tries to break the wall to enlarge the already existing hole." This may be the end my friends, it was an honor to fight by your side." Spoiler Hide AC now at 21 and (1d20+2)[20] STR to break the wall. " What kind of talk is that." Anti says looking back at them as he continues to hold up his holy symbol holding the undead at bay. " The shining one watches us, and as long as his light shines I shall fight." Anti says with a smile before he casts a healing spell on Tacitus, after all it would not be long before the battle was joined once more. " I shall go through the door last to cover our escape. Make sure the mage stays alive, she may be our only chance in surviving this mess." He says with a smile to his companions. Spoiler Hide (1d8+3)[10] That's my last 1st level spell and keep in mind that Tacitus you are invisible to undead right now because of me casting hide from undead. The wall is broken. One Zombie lumbers up to Dunn. Another charges her. Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+4)[6], CRT Confirm (1d20+4)[13], Damage (1d6+3)[9], CRT damage (2d6+3)[11] Three skeletons fire their arrows at Dunn. Spoiler Hide #1 To hit (1d20-3)[14], CRT Confirm (1d20-3)[16], Damage (1d6)[1], CRT damage (2d6)[9] #2 To hit (1d20-3)[2], CRT Confirm (1d20-3)[9], Damage (1d6)[3], CRT damage (2d6)[11] #3 To hit (1d20-3)[3], CRT Confirm (1d20-3)[7], Damage (1d6)[6], CRT damage (2d6)[10] * post roll count doesn't match database Miss Chances Spoiler Hide Hit on a 2 (1d2)[1] (1d2)[1] (1d2)[2] (1d2)[1] Dunn is able to avoid all the attacks with her beguiling enchantments and the poor aim of the undead. The Cloaked figure strolls up to you and tries to poke you, his index figure swirling with unholy energies. Spoiler Hide (1d2)[2] Melee touch attack (1d20+4)[21], Damage (3d6)[9] The touch of the figure seems icy cold, and then everything goes black. Idunn is dead. Tacitus cringes as Dunn drops to the ground, lifeless." Requiescat in pace, you died nobly." He turns to Anti." Unless there are undead raising the dead I shall assume the cloaked one can see me. I'll try to run for help." He starts for the hole in the wall." None tonight shall have died in vain." Spoiler Hide Full round action running hopefully southwest (1d20-1)[2] survival to know where to go(?). 90 ft per round (40 base speed (Quick trait), 30 in heavy armor, x3 = 90) for 13 rounds before checks are necessary. All the while looking for any signs of life. Dante follows after Tacitus though still behind him by a way. Spoiler Hide (1d20+4)[6] Survival check to make sure they are going in the direction the note said. You run safely out of the town. Everyone gets 1200 XP! You all have no idea what direction you are going. Once outside of town Anti calls out to Tacitus." I think we are safe." He says as he stops to catch his breath." By Colors beard that was close. It was by his grace we escaped that. We must be more careful on who we choose to listen to for it seems that unlike normal undead these are much stronger. I fear that our trials shall only get worse the longer we live." Xanth then looked up in the sky trying to find out where they were as he handed Tacitus the note that he had picked up in the barn. All the while he was looking around where they were and listening to the surrounding sounds." We must find a place we can easily defend. Running around all the time will only get us killed. By now all the more powerful mages have probably retreated to their hidden houses. Besides the ones it mentions vaguely in the letter we may be the only ones left alive." Spoiler Hide (1d20+4)[16] Survival check (1d20+4)[24] Listen check (1d20+4)[5] Search check Originally Posted by dantiesilva Once outside of town Anti calls out to Tacitus. " I think we are safe." He says as he stops to catch his breath. "By Colors beard that was close. It was by his grace we escaped that. We must be more careful on who we choose to listen to for it seems that unlike normal undead these are much stronger. I fear that our trials shall only get worse the longer we live." Anti then looked up in the sky trying to find out where they were as he handed Tacitus the note that he had picked up in the barn. All the while he was looking around where they were and listening to the surrounding sounds. " We must find a place we can easily defend. Running around all the time will only get us killed. By now all the more powerful mages have probably retreated to their hidden houses. Besides the ones it mentions vaguely in the letter we may be the only ones left alive." Spoiler Hide [roll0] Survival check [roll1] Listen check [roll2] Search check You hear the sounds of cawing ravens, and of footsteps moving from the town to your position. You seem to be in a thickly wooded area. You realize that you need to go directly south to get to the point mentioned in the letter. "Indeed, we are quite fortunate to have escaped with our lives. Do you perchance know of the surrounding area? I myself am rather unfamiliar with it." While speaking Tacitus is remaining alert. Spoiler Hide (1d20-1)[17] Listen (1d20-1)[10] Spot Anti nods his head and turns to the south." I know that we need to go south, and that we are not going south. Besides that no. I was one of those clerics who stayed in the town he was sent. I never thought I would have lived to see this day and so had never prepared for such actions. The only reason I know about directions is from lots of study. My skills are best in magic and the knowledge of the divine. Everything else is not so easy for me." Xanth admits hoping that the paladin knew more than him." If we were inside a church of our gods right now, I have no doubt that I would be able to tell you anything you needed to know, but out here I am very little help." As they are talking Anti begins walking towards the south, always paying close attention to his surroundings. Hopefully they would find something of use on their travels. Spoiler Hide [roll]1d20+4[roll] Listen [roll]1d20+4[roll]spot Spoiler Hide Sorry lets try that again (1d20+4)[8]Listen (1d20+4)[14] Spot "Then I suppose we shall wander. If we come across any towns I may be able to scrounge up enough resources to forge some armor, if needed. If we intend to survive we must be well-equipped and well-trained." As they walk Tacitus uses a single round duration of Detect Evil every 18 seconds, taking advantage of his quicker pace. Spoiler Hide Assuming single moves so we can spot/listen the movement would then be as such. {TABLE="head"]Round | Tacitus | Anti 1 | 30 | 20 2 | 60 | 40 3 | DE | 60[/TABLE] Repeat. Also, since just one round I can't be stunned by anything, I'm just detecting the presence of evil. Originally Posted by Ninja "Then I suppose we shall wander. If we come across any towns I may be able to scrounge up enough resources to forge some armor, if needed. If we intend to survive we must be well-equipped and well-trained." As they walk Tacitus uses a single round duration of Detect Evil every 18 seconds, taking advantage of his quicker pace. Spoiler Hide Assuming single moves so we can spot/listen the movement would then be as such. {TABLE="head"]Round | Tacitus | Anti 1 | 30 | 20 2 | 60 | 40 3 | DE | 60[/TABLE] Repeat. Also, since just one round I can't be stunned by anything, I'm just detecting the presence of evil. Not much evil is really to be found, no. Nothing evil. Anti continues heading south, every 40 feet stopping to look around and listen to make sure nothing closes in on them. All the while he talks to his fellow survivor." So which branch are you from. I do not believe I have seen you before in the city. Though then again I got out only to heal those less fortunate than myself, so I never had much contact with the world. And apically not with hunting down evil." After he catches up to Tacitus he pulls out the bottle of fire red liquid and asks" Any idea what this is? I'm summing the glowing bottles of liquid are holy water since the note said there was some, and it is the only thing that was in the barn besides this waterski." Xanth says before casting a spell to make sure it was safe to drink. Content he took a swing and then passed it to Tacitus." Good fresh water." Spoiler Hide I'm assuming nothing has changed since the last tie I checked so here goes. (1d20+4)[21] Listen (1d20+4)[19] Spot (1d20+5)[17] Knowledge religion to see if he knows what the fiery liquid is or the glowing water in the jugs "You probably haven't seen me in the city, I was simply passing through. Though in light of recent events, my previous task is rather irrelevant at present." He inspects the bottle." I'm not sure, I'm not particularly versed in the pursuit of knowledge." Taking a small gulp from the waterski, he passes it back to Anti." Thank you, and I do not believe I've caught your name?" Spoiler Hide (1d20-1)[16] Listen (1d20-1)[9] Spot (1d20)[5] Untrained (maximum 10) Knowledge Arcane to know what the red liquid is. Spoiler Hide Anti will keep on going until the conditions change from his spot or listen check. And still waiting on my knowledge check" I see. Well my name is Anti. And no task passed by the gods is irrelevant. If it was how would I still have my powers? No my friend, though the times have changed our mission is still the same." He said as they continued walking, always listening to see if they heard or saw anything. Originally Posted by dantiesilva Spoiler Hide Anti will keep on going until the conditions change from his spot or listen check. And still waiting on my knowledge check" I see. Well my name is Anti. And no task passed by the gods is irrelevant. If it was how would I still have my powers? No my friend, though the times have changed our mission is still the same." He said as they continued walking, always listening to see if they heard or saw anything. Glowing water from the jugs is holy water. Tacitus nods." I am Tacitus, pleased to meet your acquaintance, though I wish it were in a more...controlled environment." He laughs. He glances around." Any clue how far it is to our destination?" @XanthSpoiler Hide Anti knows it's about one more hour of walking. Anti finds the humor in what his companion says and begins laughing as well." If it were that easy I fear we would never have gotten out. For if we had kept with those we would have surly died. Did you see the way one of them ran to there death." Anti said shacking his head. Xanth looks up into the sky and then turns back to Tacitus"About an hour more. Have you picked up anything on your undead radar? After all the more we kill now the less we have to deal with later on." And with that Anti once again went to his normal routine of looking around and listening to the surroundings." And best of all it seems we are indeed carrying a lot of holy water, though the red liquid seems to be above my knowledge. Shall we coat our arrows in the holy water? Xanth asks as he opens the jar and dips his spearhead into the water as well as the tips of his arrows. Spoiler Hide (1d20+4)[18]Listen (1d20+4)[13]Spot (1d20+4)[24]Survival "Indeed, though the illusionist was simply unfortunate." He smiles slightly knowing they're closing in on the destination." Not yet, thankfully. I guess it can't hurt." He rubs some holy water on his weapons. Spoiler Hide (1d20-1)[8] Spot (1d20-1)[14] Listen Originally Posted by dantiesilva Anti finds the humor in what his companion says and begins laughing as well. " If it were that easy I fear we would never have gotten out. For if we had kept with those we would have surly died. Did you see the way one of them ran to there death." Anti said shacking his head. Anti looks up into the sky and then turns back to Tacitus "About an hour more. Have you picked up anything on your undead radar? After all the more we kill now the less we have to deal with later on." And with that Anti once again went to his normal routine of looking around and listening to the surroundings. " And best of all it seems we are indeed carrying a lot of holy water, though the red liquid seems to be above my knowledge. Shall we coat our arrows in the holy water? Anti asks as he opens the jar and dips his spearhead into the water as well as the tips of his arrows. Spoiler Hide [roll0]Listen [roll1]Spot [roll2]Survival Still a lot of the same, by after 30 minutes you see a deer. Tacitus whispers to Anti." I'm without ranged weapons, fire a shot and as soon as I hear it go off, I'll charge the creature. Sound like a plan?" Kalitus grabs his flail and waits for Anti. Spoiler Hide Readied charge on the condition: Anti fires his crossbow Anti smiles and whispers back" I'm always game for dinner." And with that pulls out his crossbow and fires. Please let us not go hungry tonight. Anti prays to Below as the shot leaves his crossbow and Tacitus begins to charge. Reloading his crossbow as he does so. Spoiler Hide (1d20+2)[5]To hit (1d20+4)[17] Confirm (1d8)[6] Damage(x2) if confirmed which is a 19-20 Attack standard action Reload move action. As the bolt flies over the deer's head, Tacitus charges it. (Hopefully within 60 ft or this will become a chase scene lol)Spoiler Hide (1d20+4)[11] to hit +2 for charge = 13 (1d20+4)[22] CRT confirm +2 for charge (20/x2) (1d8+2)[3] damage (1d8+2)[10] bonus CRT damage The bolt misses, but Tacitus got a good slash at the deer's flank. It seems to be running away, although horribly wounded. Spoiler Hide I'll let you have one more shot with the crossbow, but then it's out of range. Anti quickly runs after the deer and after about 20ft. He stops and takes aim again, hoping this time it hits, otherwise he will have to hope his tracking skills are enough to find the wounded animal. And with a Silent prayer to below he lets the bolt fly. Spoiler Hide Move action: Moves full speed 20ft. Standard action: Fires crossbow (1d20+2)[12]To hit (1d20+2)[10]Confirm critical (1d8)[1]Damage x2 if CRT is a 19-20 and is confirmed You shoot off the deer's right ear with the bolt as it disappears into the forest. As the deer turns to leave, Tacitus takes one last swing at it. Spoiler Hide (1d20+4)[9] to hit (1d20+4)[5] CRT confirm (1d8+2)[3] damage (1d8+2)[7] extra CRT damage" Looks like we are either tracking it down or eating trail rations tonight if we do not find this place soon." Xanth says as he once again begins going south once more towards their destination. Spoiler Hide (1d20+4)[8]Spot [roll1d20+4[/roll]Listen (1d20+4)[11]Survival Just doing these checks to situate myself once more and to see if there is any food or anything useful near us, and if I can hear the dead. I'm sure there's a reason the deer had to get away from us. I have faith we'll find suitable food. Spoiler Hide (1d20-1)[7] listen (1d20-1)[2] spot Indeed, let's just hope we find shelter as well. It's starting to get dark, and I personally do not want to be out in the open when they have the advantage. Xanth said as he once again began walking towards the camp mentioned in the note. Either it would be overrun when they got their by the dead, or it would be a good place to set up camp for now. At least from their they could launch assaults against the undead and try to learn what happened, Anti thought as he continued heading towards the area indicated on the letter. Continuing to walk until his ears or eyes picked up a change in their surroundings. Spoiler Hide (1d20+4)[24]Spot (1d20+4)[19]Listen (1d20+4)[19]Survival to make sure they stay going in the right direction. And Can we use some of the rules from CC where if you were a member of the church you had certain benefits and such depending on your rank. Spoiler Hide No rules from CC. I don't have it. You see a clearing, and folk armed with crossbows guard a caravan marked with a blue flag. They are roasting a deer over the fire and are cutting up some one-eared deer that looks familiar. One raises his crossbow at you. Who goes there?!?! Spoiler Hide I gave ninja time to post. It is I Anti, loyal servant of the shining one, and destroyer of the dead. Xanth said as he came into the firelight so that those with a crossbow could see him. I was sent here by some man that had shot himself and left us this message. He said as he pulled out the letter and held it out to whoever wished to take it. Spoiler Hide Sorry, been real busy IRL recently. "And I am Tacitus, paladin of Erroneous." He says and he concentrates on the figures before. Spoiler Hide Single round action detecting evil Once his companion was done he once again spoke up. Now that you know who we are, may we ask who you are? After all it is very odd that we all woke up in a barn and were told to come here by a man who had shot himself in the head with his own crossbow. Xanth was not ungrateful that they were their, it all just seemed odd though, and so he was slightly on his guard, at least till he had an idea on who they were and what their agenda was. If he still had his old mentor, Dante, he would listen to his judgement. But in a time like this, he had little hopes that he had survived the encounter. He would have fought till the bitter end in the shining ones honor, as he himself would try to do from now on. So while he stood their listing to what the spokesperson of the caravan said he looked around and continued to listen to the surrounding surroundings. Spoiler Hide Sense motive(1d20+4)[16] Listen(1d20+4)[7] Spot(1d20+4)[5] Tacitus detects no evil. Xanth can tell that most of the people here are scared, several are wounded, and most are armed. There seems to be a good deal of supplies. About a dozen men are working hard to dig trenches and build walls around the perimeter. The people mutter of orcs and kobolds, and dragons southward, and of the undead to the north. The spokesperson replies,"I am Herring son of Lord Vernon. I was called out from my estate in the mountains three days ago by an organization that stated there were necromancers afoot. I came immediately here and set up an outpost that can be fortified and shall protect us from the living dead. What is your business here, and what is the name of the aforementioned man? The man seems to speak truth. He is clad in chain mail, and on his belt is a sword. The sheath depicts the crest of some royalty nearby, one that has given much to the coffers of Below's temples. As Anti saw all the people he took into account that many were injured, and all looked scared. But he could also see that they were well stocked for this battle just by the supplies alone that he saw. He saw some men at work digging trenches and building walls while he heard whispers of all sorts of creatures. It was as if it was the end of the world. My business is Colors Will being followed out Lord Herring, and the man who sent us, as the letter states was named Cedric Derrintsson, none of us meet him though. Xanth said not lying to him as he spoke the truth. Something seemed familiar about the man, but he could not place it. The crest on the sword struck a them, but he was afraid to say anything a be wrong so instead he kept his mouth shut about it as he thought of whom the man could be. Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[12]Knowledge religion saying he is known by the church, or at least the family is. Originally Posted by dantiesilva As Anti saw all the people he took into account that many were injured, and all looked scared. But he could also see that they were well stocked for this battle just by the supplies alone that he saw. He saw some men at work digging trenches and building walls while he heard whispers of all sorts of creatures. It was as if it was the end of the world. My business is Colors Will being followed out Lord Herring, and the man who sent us, as the letter states was named Cedric Derrintsson, none of us meet him though. Anti said not lying to him as he spoke the truth. Something seemed familiar about the man, but he could not place it. The crest on the sword struck a them, but he was afraid to say anything a be wrong so instead he kept his mouth shut about it as he thought of whom the man could be. Spoiler Hide [roll0]Knowledge religion saying he is known by the church, or at least the family is. You know that the family worships Below and gives freely. Not much else. The man looks for a moment as though he will bawl, but quickly composes himself." Yes, that would be my son. He was trying to prove himself to me and the rest of my House. I am sorry that this happened. Please excuse me. You can go speak with Author.," he says as he points to a male half-orc. Anti looked on horrified at the exclamation and with a bowed head said to the man. I am sorry for your loss, but in time we will understand why this happened. The shining one works in mysterious ways, and it seems he was in need of your sons help. Otherwise, the morning lord would not have taken him. Xanth said before adding shall pray for him my lord, but in truth he is the one who is blessed for he does not have to live in a world like this one. And with that he watched the lord disappear. So while he went looking for the half-orc Anti began using his powers to heal all those that he could, after all he would soon have to sleep, and Below would fuse him once more with his divine light. Spoiler Hide He can cast 9 healing spells. 4 that heal 1hp, and 5 that cure 1d8+4hp. Each spell used on a different person. That way everyone knows they are their to help. Maybe a gamble using all but one of my spells, but saying its nighttime I'm hopping I can get some rest in afters one talking and learning. Tacitus too went to look for the half-orc, slowing his pace to allow Anti to keep up. While walking, he looks about for a smithy. Spoiler Hide (1d20-1)[8] Spot When Anti is done healing all those he can that seem to have the most grievous wounds he lets his friend lead the way, and is not surprised to see that they are looking for a blacksmith along their way to the half orc." So what is it you are looking for?" Xanth asks him. The people react very well to Anti's healing. The people smile at Anti and Tacitus as they go by. Both Tacitus and Anti see and hear a smithy with a smith at work. "Mostly the half-orc, secondarily, a smithy. I need better armor." Kalitus continues to look for the half-orc. Spoiler Hide (1d20-1)[16] Spot Originally Posted by Ninja "Mostly the half-orc, secondarily, a smithy. I need better armor." Tacitus continues to look for the half-orc. Spoiler Hide [roll0] Spot You see a half-orc. He seems to be directing work on fortifications. Very valid point. It seems that we both may need better armor if we wish to survive this. And with that Anti looked on at the people. All of them worked, but what caught his eye was the figure speaking orders, right away he could tell it was the half orc and began walking towards the man. Greetings, we were sent here by Lord Herring to speak with you. We are survivors from a village due south from here. The half orc turns to face you. He extends his hand and gives you a firm handshake." It is good to have more hands at the ready.", the half orc says as he begins walking towards a large section of tents." You two can have this tent.," he says, motioning to an unoccupied canvas tent that looks to have been designed for one person." Dinner will be soon, so be ready. We'll have you on scavenging duty tomorrow, or maybe scouting the south." As the half-orc shows them their tent Anti bows, Thank you for your hospitality in this time of great sorrow, any way I can help I will. Anti said happily. Sure it may have looked like it would only fit one person, but the fact that he had room for them was enough for Anti. Even if he had to share the tent with two others and use it in shifts the cleric would not mind. He understood what was going on and that luxury was not in the program. When the half-orc told them about dinner a small snicker went through him. It seems we did good tonight after all Tacitus, our deer didn't get away. He laughed then turning to look at the half orc to explain. Earlier we were hunting that same deep, It's why it looks like that, sadly we were tired from our run from the village so we failed to actually bring it down in a clean shot. Then to the fact that they would be working he took the jobs as they were told. That is fine by me how about you paladin? Will you be ready in the morning to go and do these tasks? After all they are giving us a place to sleep and eat. Xanth said hoping the paladin would agree with his mind set. Spoiler Hide Anti is using Gather information to see if he learns anything else from the half orc.(1d20-1)[19] and Sense motive to see if he is lying (1d20+4)[24] "It's good to know society is still holding together in such times, I thank you." He bows to the half-orc. He turns to Anti." I will be just fine." Originally Posted by dantiesilva Spoiler Hide Anti is using Gather information to see if he learns anything else from the half orc.[roll0] and Sense motive to see if he is lying [roll1] The half orc informs you that though times are tough, the place is doing well. There is a goblin encampment that will need to be dealt with soon. He is not lying. With the information they gain Anti nods his head and starts to speak but then stops himself. Though the goblins will be a problem in the short run, I believe we may want to keep an open eye on the undead advancements. In great times of need even enemies band together to stop great evils. Perhaps we can try to negotiate with them first before sending in the murder squad. Nonetheless though if there is a strong dwarves axe here that would accompany us on such a venture so if things go bad we can kill both birds with one stone it would be greatly appreciated. Xanth says to the half-orc, after all you never knew when the shining one would work his magic. "Even so, we can deal with that later. Let's have dinner.", the half-orc says as he walks to the mess area. The mess area seems to be a clear-cur section of what as once forest, with many stumps to sit on. People are already shoving their aces full of food. There is a very old man moving the plates to people with magic. AgreedXanth says as he follows the half-orc and takes a seat close to the center of the group so that he could try and hear all the conversation going on, as well as keep the mage in his sight, perhaps he would confront him later to see what he knew. But not now, it was time to eat, and as the plate was magically brought to him, he looked directly at the mage and said thank you mage for your hospitality. And with that bowed his head and prayed to Below thanking him for the meal they were eating and for helping the people of this world be able to still function and have a society. Spoiler Hide Spell craft check on the mage to see what spell he used (1d20)[19] Listen check to see if he hears any rumors and also to learn about some of the people who he would be sharing a living space with (1d20+4)[5] as well as a gather information check because he is asking about a smithy and where it could be found here if there was one as well as asking about the lord[roll]1d20+-1[/roll] Anti does not know what spell that was, except that it did not come from a god. He doesn't hear too much in the way of rumors either, most people seem to be eating quietly. Spoiler Hide Waited 24 hours before posting. Ninja were, are you? Anti noticed that the spell being cast had no divine spark in it and new it was not from a god. But that left many things open for there were many ways to cast spells besides from the gods. He would have to keep an eye on the man to make sure he didn't fall down the wrong path in this time of sorrow and pain. As he ate from the plate he had been given through listening he heard nothing that was going on, it seemed no one wanted to talk about what was going on, as if they were all afraid if they spoke to loud that they would be found. Then again it was dark, and there was a goblin encampment not far away while they still did not have all their defenses up. It was something to worry about. Perhaps he would suggest making the trench they were digging into a pit trap of sorts, that way when the undead fell into it, they would also die from it, and not just be stuck in the pit until they found a way out. And for the enemy spell casters he would suggest overlapping the great fields that denied all spell craft around the base, so that if they were attacked while sleeping the spell casters would not have the upper hand. Yes Below was showing him these sites, reminding him of the prison that was outside the town he had once livid in. It was made so no one could break in or out. The people begin to leave to their tents for sleep, as they seemed rather tired. Several people cleaned dishes. Spoiler Hide Really sorry, back to school time is really busy. After eating the meal, Tacitus turns to Anti." Shall we be off to rest? It has been quite a long day." He starts toward the tents. LetsXanth says before he to goes to the tent they were given and goes to sleep. Until the morning. Both of you wake up around dawn, as floating shoes lightly kick you both. Anti instantly wakes up when the boat lightly kicks him and reaches for his weapon. But when he sees it is only the boat and not a person he eases. Well time to start our mission it seems. But first. Xanth says before kneeling down and praying to Below as is his morning ritual as he watches the sun rise on a new day. Once finished he begins walking towards where they ate. It was probably the mage who had awoken them, so it was a good idea to go see him. You see the old man, but nobody else is awake. He points north, where a contingent of around fifty zombies and twenty-five skeletons are heading for the camp. They are around half a mile away. O good great. Xanth says as he sees the congregation of zombies and skeletons coming. Quickly he cast protection from evil on Tacitus, and then takes out his crossbow and loads it. Spoiler Hide Initiative (1d20+1)[9] Please be good. Not good The man speaks in a croaky and barely audible voice." They won't be here for at least eighteen minutes. I'll be sounding the alarm." The man casts a spell, and a deep voice shouting,"RISE, ABLE-BODIED FOLK!"resounds through the camp. Tacitus rises and begins to don his armor." Not a moment of peace here." Spoiler Hide (1d20+1)[17] Initiative Once Anti has his armor on and bow ready he looks to KalitusSo you go left I go right? Xanth laughed knowing that if they got surrounded they would be finished. They had to hit hard and hit fast, otherwise it would be a repeat of last time. Spoiler Hide Question Are rules from Heroes of battle allowed, more to the point arrow volley rule. The old man chuckles." We have archers ready, you don't need to go out like big damn heroes and get killed. The fortifications are even readied, with spikes to boot. Your folk can relax. Anyone for checkers?" The old man's assurances seem wholehearted. However, there are a lot of undead... Spoiler Hide Nothing from books I don't have, so Hob is off. Sorry. (1d20+1)[15], (1d20-1)[10], (1d20+2)[9] "If you insist, though preparation is still good to have just in case." He relaxes and takes his time donning his armor. Spoiler Hide That's fine, I was just hoping for arrow volley for the fact you have to hit a 15 and each person in the line hits. No big deal I believe you sir but me and the group we were with thought the same thing. As you see, we are the only survivors. Xanth said with no male intended. I would just rather play it on the safe side then see, so many die for no reason. Thank you though for your concern. Xanth said to him before running ahead 20ft and taking aim at the coming undead that were still far enough away where they could not get him. Spoiler Hide (1d20+2)[9] hit (1d20+2)[22] CRT confirm (1d8+1)[5] damage Your crossbow bolt whizzes by the heads of one of the zombies. The camp's archers are heading toward the battlements and firing. They seem to have it under control. The old man looks at you." In the forest to the south, there are goblins. Diplomacy won't work, we've heard they're working with the necromancers. We need you to take out their encampment. There's a dispatch of five men at the south wall. Command them as you see fit." As you wish. Xanth says confused at his comrades dolling stare the zombies. "If that's where you find us useful, then so be it." He walks toward the point indicated. Anti follows until they reach the indicated group of ten. So I am Anti, and was told we would be leading this attack on the goblins. If I may ask what are your expertise in combat for each and every single one of you. If we are to win this battle with no casualties as a commander I need to know what my soldiers can do. Xanth began by telling the man about his own capabilities. When he was finished he waited to see if anyone else would step up and tell him what they were good at, as he waited he looked around to see what kind of equipment and armor they had. Spoiler Hide (1d20+4)[19] Spot check to see what they have on them. Originally Posted by dantiesilva Anti follows until they reach the indicated group of ten. So I am Anti, and was told we would be leading this attack on the goblins. If I may ask what are your expertise in combat for each and every single one of you. If we are to win this battle with no casualties as a commander I need to know what my soldiers can do. Anti began by telling the man about his own capabilities. When he was finished he waited to see if anyone else would step up and tell him what they were good at, as he waited he looked around to see what kind of equipment and armor they had. Spoiler Hide [roll0] Spot check to see what they have on them. Each soldier has leather armor, a long sword, a longbow with 20 arrows, and 2 healing potions. Three men are Archers, five are swordsmen, and two have forsaken armor and seem to have some magical abilities, focusing on Abjuration. I have a plan that may work it is crazy but bear with me. We split up into teams. There are four of us that are bow users and 6 sword wielders. Split up into three groups. 1 archer and 2 swords per group. The mages I shall leave to find their own place in this, you know your powers much better than I. The two swords shall act as a wall for the archers while they rain arrows down on the enemies, once we no longer have them by surprise they charge in while we continue to pelt them with arrows. How does this sound. Take out there patrols first as silently as possible if we can, we do not want them ready for an attack. Anti said to the group in front of them. "Your battle strategy impresses me. I'd never have thought one of the clergy would be so tactically versed. I'm all for that plan of action." Not everyone is born into the clergy you know. Xanth laughed. [COLOR="Red"] In the end it will be a shield wall that keeps us alive long enough to do damage, that is of course as long as they do not have many ranged units themselves, if so it will be much harder to pin them down. Shall we be off?/COLOR] he then asks the group with them. The group responds in unison,"Sir yes Sir!" And so they go in the direction that the goblins have their base. Spoiler Hide Everybody roll perception. Spoiler Hide (1d20+4)[22] hope this works Spoiler Hide (1d20-1)[16] Come on baby!! Spoiler Hide Your buddies get (1d20+1)[17], and somebody else gets (1d20+1)[20] You and your folk come across a group of nine armed goblins. Initiative island > Goblins > Your Soldiers > Tacitus Ok everyone get into formation. Xanth says as they spot the goblins. Spoiler Hide I'm assuming they are far enough away for us to us bows on them. Once everyone is ready he lets lose his arrow and fires it from his crossbow. Spoiler Hide (1d20+2)[14] attack roll (1d20+2)[17] if original roll was a 19-20 this is CRT (1d8+1)[8] damage, x2 if CRT is confirmed I'm assuming 80ft away. One goblin falls, the crossbow bolt stuck in his torso and sticking out the other end. The goblins seem to have the jump on your troops. They fire a volley of crossbow bolts at your party. Vs XanthSpoiler Hide To hit (1d20+2)[6], CRT Confirm (1d20+2)[16], Damage (1d8)[3], CRT damage (2d8)[11] Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+2)[11], CRT Confirm (1d20+2)[18], Damage (1d8)[2], CRT damage (2d8)[6] Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+2)[8], CRT Confirm (1d20+2)[19], Damage (1d8)[2], CRT damage (2d8)[5] Vs KalitusSpoiler Hide To hit (1d20+2)[16], CRT Confirm (1d20+2)[13], Damage (1d8)[3], CRT damage (2d8)[9] Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+2)[16], CRT Confirm (1d20+2)[20], Damage (1d8)[7], CRT damage (2d8)[4] Vs troops Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+2)[20], CRT Confirm (1d20+2)[16], Damage (1d8)[7], CRT damage (2d8)[9] Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+2)[9], CRT Confirm (1d20+2)[4], Damage (1d8)[1], CRT damage (2d8)[14] Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+2)[4], CRT Confirm (1d20+2)[8], Damage (1d8)[1], CRT damage (2d8)[10] One of your troops falls, a bolt piercing his abdomen. Kalitus takes ten damage Two mages in your party cast mage armor on Anti and Tacitus, and another casts True Strike on an archer. Archers firing longbows Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+23)[32], CRT Confirm (1d20+23)[35], Damage (1d8)[4], CRT damage (3d8)[14] Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+3)[23], CRT Confirm (1d20+3)[20], Damage (1d8)[1], CRT damage (3d8)[17] Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+3)[8], CRT Confirm (1d20+3)[6], Damage (1d8)[2], CRT damage (3d8)[14] Warriors firing longbows Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+2)[17], CRT Confirm (1d20+2)[17], Damage (1d8)[5], CRT damage (3d8)[12] Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+2)[3], CRT Confirm (1d20+2)[5], Damage (1d8)[1], CRT damage (3d8)[22] Spoiler Hide To hit (1d20+2)[12], CRT Confirm (1d20+2)[21], Damage (1d8)[2], CRT damage (3d8)[19] * post roll count doesn't match database Two goblins fall dead, while one is wounded with a stray arrow. Spoiler Hide Not trying to say they didn't die, but you missed a few rolls. A hide check vs. the goblins spot check, saying the archers are behind the meat shield short to speak. And that's only if they target the archers sadly. Anyway it is Soldiers turn now, If I may, I would like the archers to aim at all the ones with a bow, same with the magic users if they have offensive ray or range spells. The ones that deal the most damage would be best, each one going after the archers launch their arrows targeting whatever is still standing. Both the archers and the mages first go and take cover behind a tree though before launching their spells, that way both need to roll hide checks for the goblins to get by and hit them with a spot check which they get negatives to due to the trees. While the soldiers move in a turtle formation, shield locked together giving each one +3 to AC and reflexes until they are close enough to close in, if they have spears that is great, but otherwise one person attacks a turn that way the integrity of the turtle formation does not fall. If you like I will roll a CIA check right now to see if it effects them. [roll]1d20+-1[/roll] CIA check just encase you wanted it to see if they obey the orders, though saying I told them earlier how to fight it should not be needed. Spoiler Hide Ok guess you already posted so just cross that out, but if you could use it for the next tactic. (1d20-1)[3] Please and thank you, I have one fallen soldier I do not need or more. Tacitus what is your health at? Taking a heavy blow, Tacitus swings on the nearest goblin with his sword.(1d20+4)[14]for(1d8+2)[9]damage. ((1d20+4)[7]possible CRT confirm [19-20] for(1d8+2)[4]extra damage.)" I could use a healing hand friend." Spoiler Hide At 5 hp Dante hearing Tacitus cast a spell of healing hoping to help his friend out. Spoiler Hide (1d8+3)[5] the 1st level healing spell I have, I believe it is cure light wounds. Another goblin has fallen, slain by Tacitus's hand. Five Goblins now remain. Three fire at KalitusSpoiler Hide To Hit (1d20+2)[12] CRT Confirm (1d20+2)[13] Damage (1d8)[1], Cit Damage (2d8)[5] Spoiler Hide To Hit (1d20+2)[7] CRT Confirm (1d20+2)[12] Damage (1d8)[5], Cit Damage (2d8)[9] Spoiler Hide To Hit (1d20+2)[20] CRT Confirm (1d20+2)[6] Damage (1d8)[8], Cit Damage (2d8)[11] One fires at Anti, Spoiler Hide To Hit (1d20+2)[10] CRT Confirm (1d20+2)[22] Damage (1d8)[7], Cit Damage (2d8)[7] and the wounded goblin flees. Tacitus takes8 damage. The archers run to duck behind trees as the mages cast true strike on them. The two remaining soldiers run off to charge the goblins. ChargeSpoiler Hide To Hit (1d20+4)[24] CRT Confirm (1d20+4)[10] Damage (1d8+3)[9], Cit Damage (2d8+3)[17] Spoiler Hide To Hit (1d20+4)[8] CRT Confirm (1d20+4)[22] Damage (1d8+3)[11], Cit Damage (2d8+3)[19] Archers Spoiler Hide To Hit (1d20+22)[27] CRT Confirm (1d20+2)[9] Damage (1d8)[6], Cit Damage (3d8)[14] Spoiler Hide To Hit (1d20+22)[26] CRT Confirm (1d20+2)[11] Damage (1d8)[7], Cit Damage (3d8)[11] Spoiler Hide To Hit (1d20+22)[32] CRT Confirm (1d20+2)[4] Damage (1d8)[2], Cit Damage (3d8)[15] Three more goblins die: One by the sword, two more by arrows. One more is wounded by an arrow. He is the only one alive. Spoiler Hide Originally Posted by rorikdude12 Tacitus takes 8 damage. Because of mage armor my AC is at 21. So I believe I avoided that. Tacitus charges the last remaining goblin.(1d20+6)[20]for(1d8+2)[7]damage. ((1d20+6)[12]confirm possible CRT for(1d8+2)[4]more damage) Spoiler Hide If Tacitus attack does not kill it. Dante seeing that the goblin was still standing loaded his crossbow and lined it up, saying a quick prayer to below he let the bolt fly lose. Spoiler Hide (1d20+2)[15] hit (1d20+2)[20] confirm CRT (1d8+1)[2] damage. x2 on 19-20 Spoiler Hide If Tacitus does kill the goblin As Anti sees the last enemy fall he goes to the bodies of the fallen and prays for them all to be welcomed into the halls of Below and know peace in the afterlife. Once done he dumps holy water on each one that way if someone were to try and raise them their bodies would turn to dust and be destroyed from the holy energy of the holy water. Once done he looked at everyone and said Everyone who needs healing come to me. And so then he waits to see who steps forward. Originally Posted by Ninja Spoiler Hide Because of mage armor my AC is at 21. So I believe I avoided that. Tacitus charges the last remaining goblin. [roll0] for [roll1] damage. ([roll2] confirm possible CRT for [roll3] more damage) Spoiler Hide Yup, you did, my bad. The last goblin falls by Tacitus's blade.@XanthThe one fallen soldier seems to be bleeding out, and could be saved through your healing. His comrades hoist him to you. As the soldier is brought to him, he holds his holy symbol to the sky and places his hand on the men wound, as the light hits the symbol a soft glow can be seen around the holy symbol, with a few words spoken Months arms become engulfed in the glow and then they disappear into the men body, leaving a small glow where the wound had been. Spoiler Hide Cure light wounds (1d8+3)[9] on the soldier The soldiers wounds glow with magic, and seem to mend themselves. He is still somewhat wounded, but he is conscious, and the wounds aren't bleeding too badly. He looks at Anti." Thank you.," he whispers as he gets back up on his feet. Spoiler Hide All involved gain 225 XP The soldiers stand ready for new orders. Spoiler Hide Ok looks like we are skipping him again As the soldier thanks him he goes over to his friend and uses all of his low level spells making sure he was at the best health he could be then looks into the sky to see what time it is. Spoiler Hide +6hp to Tacitus but if he does not post by the next fight scene can I count it as he has quit and get me spells back? Originally Posted by dantiesilva Spoiler Hide Ok looks like we are skipping him again As the soldier thanks him he goes over to his friend and uses all of his low level spells making sure he was at the best health he could be then looks into the sky to see what time it is. Spoiler Hide +6hp to Tacitus but if he does not post by the next fight scene can I count it as he has quit and get me spells back? It seems about 2 pm. Spoiler Hide If he doesn't post by the next fight scene, I will count him as having quit. We still got a small good amount of daylight left, we should use it to our best advantage and try to find there base and take them out before it gets dark, we do not want to be trapped in the woods in the dark. Xanth says as he looks around trying to find which way to go. While he is doing this he orders his soldiers to search the bodies for anything that could be used back at camp and to stack everything bulky in a pile, and to take everything else that could prove useful. Spoiler Hide (1d20+4)[16] Survival check to see which way they need to go to get to the goblin camp. When he finds out and the soldiers are done they move out. Making spot and listen checks every 90ft. (1d20+4)[6] listen (1d20+4)[7] spot "Thank you friend, I agree that the light is to our advantage. Let's move out." Spoiler Hide (1d20-1)[15] Spot, (1d20-1)[1] Listen After three hours, you hear many sounds that increases as you walk along. They sound about a mile off, and the surrounding area is heavily wooded. The soldiers stop, and look to you for direction. I think we should get into formation like last time everyone. It seemed to work last time. Take your time with your shots and make sure they count, target anyone who seems to be a mage first that way our spell casters have nothing to worry about. While this is going on if you can mages please help our men hit, we need to do as much damage as possible quickly to distract them. Dantie then summons a celestial owl to the material plane so that they may attack from above as well. I will call forth one more of these noble creatures before we go into battle. May everyone know that it has been an honor knowing you all. And Colors himself awaits us in the afterlife. And with that he begins making preparations for the battle to come. Spoiler Hide (1d20+4)[23] spot (1d20+4)[7] Listen Through the thick woods, you see a horrible battle. A scaly winged lizard wreaks terror on the goblin camp. It's hide flashes red in the light, and it spews fire, roasting the goblin camp. It rips through the goblins avoiding it's ghastly flame, the carnage evident as it eats the flesh of its victims. The dragon seems to not notice you or your troops. One of your troops stops you as you summon the owl." It seems like we may have a bigger problem." Spoiler Hide Hmm. I guess you can keep the slot for the summon spell. Sorry I didn't describe things well enough. Your spot roll was perfect, by the way. I hope you can forgive me for the dragon, I just thought it would be more fun than the goblin camp. It's about as difficult, but seems cooler. Is everyone ok with that? I don't want to be a bad DM!!! Spoiler Hide The lowest CR red dragon I see is 4 and can 1 shot us with a full attack. In 1d4 rounds can breathe fire on us all killing us, has a frightful presence around 17 on a will save...others wise shaken for 1d6 rounds. Pros, it has lots of money and can probably make one weapon and 1 suit of armor for an animal. Lots of XP. Braking rights that we killed something 2 levels higher than us. And a chance to test our characters' mettle.... I agree under one condition, you use my level 1 warriors for this battle filling in your stats for them instead of the one I have. Otherwise, we are hoping that with True strike being cast on archers to deal roughly 5 damage a person against 51hp roughly and whatever I summon to do battle against it. They have a better AC then the dragon and will only need to roll 11 to hit, but they only do 1 damage as well, unless I am allowed to choose its feats making its claws attacks deal 1d6-3 damage with improved natural attack claws, a small increase in the end, but if I use my last two level 1 spells that is 9 damage a turn just from them. They die the first time they are hit, but 9 damage a turn plus the archers is impressive. Let's see what Malthus has to say. After all with his smite evil it may be worth it. Spoiler Hide At level 2 smite evil is less than helpful in the long run. An extra 2 damage I believe on one attack. Is this battle feasible? Yes. It is going to be easy? Not at all. If the soldiers are dragon fodder it could be done. Originally Posted by dantiesilva Spoiler Hide The lowest CR red dragon I see is 4 and can 1 shot us with a full attack. In 1d4 rounds can breathe fire on us all killing us, has a frightful presence around 17 on a will save...others wise shaken for 1d6 rounds. Pros, it has lots of money and can probably make one weapon and 1 suit of armor for an animal. Lots of XP. Braking rights that we killed something 2 levels higher than us. And a chance to test our characters' mettle.... I agree under one condition, you use my level 1 warriors for this battle filling in your stats for them instead of the one I have. Otherwise, we are hoping that with True strike being cast on archers to deal roughly 5 damage a person against 51hp roughly and whatever I summon to do battle against it. They have a better AC then the dragon and will only need to roll 11 to hit, but they only do 1 damage as well, unless I am allowed to choose its feats making its claws attacks deal 1d6-3 damage with improved natural attack claws, a small increase in the end, but if I use my last two level 1 spells that is 9 damage a turn just from them. They die the first time they are hit, but 9 damage a turn plus the archers is impressive. Let's see what Malthus has to say. After all with his smite evil it may be worth it. Spoiler Hide What level ones? Please stat them up in a spoiler on your next post. Spoiler Hide Originally Posted by dantiesilva Spoiler Hide Those are all 18s. If you lower all mental stats except wisdom to ten, and lower wisdom and all physical stats to 12, except one that can be 14, then deal. Spoiler Hide As I told you I give you full control over their stats. It was for another campaign that was all on war. So just throw yours in their place, and now you have the layout for four soldiers, and we are ready to battle a dragon. Spoiler Hide ROLL INITIATIVE Red Dragon(1d20)[1]SoldiersWarriors(1d20+1)[20]Archers(1d20+2)[12]Mages(1d20+1)[16] Spoiler Hide (1d20+1)[4] Initiative Can we have a map? I have a site that does them if you want. Spoiler Hide (1d20+1)[20] thank goodness the dragon rolled low Spoiler Hide Yea it gives everyone the chance to hit the wounded dragon before it can attack, and by letting us all hit first it gives us the chance to kill it before it gets its breath weapon back. Originally Posted by dantiesilva Spoiler Hide [roll0] Initiative Can we have a map? I have a site that does them if you want. Spoiler Hide Umm, yes. A bit crude, but should do the job. Spoiler Hide K, thanks. Malthus your up first. Tacitus moves through the soldiers and charges the dragon, slicing it with his sword. ((1d20+4)[23]to hit for(1d8+2)[7]damage. CRT threat (19-20) confirm(1d20+4)[18]for(1d8+2)[6]extra damage. Edit: +2 to all attack rolls for charge, I forgot)"Die foul beast, your evil shall not taint this fallen world any longer." Spoiler Hide Yay, a CRT threat. Odds are I did score a CRT. The dragon cries out in pain at your blow as it cuts through the dragon's flesh. The other soldiers run up to aid Tacitus. The archers fire a volley at the dragon. Spoiler Hide (1d20-3)[-1] (1d20-3)[8] (1d20-3)[6] All the arrows fired miss, veering off in the distance. Anti stays where he is commanding the Mages to cast True strike on the warriors and Malthus while the shots and arrow at the dragon. Spoiler Hide (1d20+2)[18] to hit (1d20+2)[16] CRT (1d8+1)[7] damage x2 if CRT is confirmed. Spoiler Hide The mages have no more spells left today The mages ignore your order in the thick of combat, for they are lacking in magical energies. The dragon roars in pain at the crossbow bolt and the sword wound. He flies back, and exhales deadly flame upon Tacitus and the warriors. Spoiler Hide (2d10)[9] fire damage, DC 15 reflex halves. Tacitus (1d20+3)[8] Mage 1 (1d20+1)[21] Mage 2 (1d20+1)[15] Mage 3 (1d20+1)[3] Warrior 1 (1d20+1)[4] Warrior 2 (1d20+1)[10] Warrior 3 (1d20+1)[13] All the warriors and one of the mages dies, perishing in the blast of flame The remaining two mages are horribly scorched. Kalitus takes9 damage Spoiler Hide (1d4)[4] The mages flee, screaming,"RETREAT!!!" The archers let loose another volley and run. Spoiler Hide (1d20+3)[6], (1d20+3)[13], (1d20+3)[8] CRT Confirms: (1d20+3)[12], (1d20+3)[20], (1d20+3)[5] Damage: (1d8)[8], (1d8)[1], (1d8)[7] Alas, all the arrows bounce off the beast's thick, scaly hide! Tacitus winces as the dragon's fire boils him beneath his own armor." You'll not have me that easily." He advances to the dragon and makes a smite evil attempt (+CIA to hit, +LVL to damage;(1d20+6)[14]to hit for(1d8+4)[11]damage;(1d20+6)[7]CRT confirm for(1d8+4)[9]extra damage.) The beast growls as your blade bounces off its hide. Spoiler Hide Ok so time to heal. Saying I have only used spell today I am still good. Seeing the battle going badly Anti once again runs up to heal his friend Malthus. Fall back to the tree line, it will provide us some cover. Xanth calls out as he is healing the paladin from the dragons fire, his most powerful weapon blocked. We must fall back to the tree line, it will take him a few seconds to do that again and in an open field we will be slaughtered. We need to take him out from a distance. You have a bow right? Xanth asks him as he begins to turn around so that he can run. Spoiler Hide (1d8+3)[10] Cure light wounds on Malthus The Dragon roars, then tries to clamp his jaws on Tacitus. Spoiler Hide (1d20+10)[28], (1d20+10)[19], (1d8+3)[9], (1d8+3)[8] Tacitus gets a chunk taken out of him. He takes9 damage. Tacitus turns and runs into the forest (withdraw action so it doesn't provoke attacks of opportunity) as he shouts to Anti." I'm afraid I have no ranged weapons of any sort. Never thought the situation would come up." Figures the world is going to hell and no one has everything that could be useful. Xanth says as he runs into the tree line. At its entrance he screams out You shall not pass! Holding up his weapon and with that a burst of light shines from it creating a golden aura around him. Spoiler Hide Protection from evil +2 AC and saves The dragon charges forth at Anti with a wild angry gleam in his eyes. Spoiler Hide (1d20+12)[19], (1d20+12)[29], (1d8+5)[8], (1d8+5)[6] The beast's maw bounces of Anti's wards. Spoiler Hide I take no damage did you look at my character and then at the spell I cast. 20 AC. CRT on a bite is natural 20. SO I take no damage. Tacitus maneuvers around the dragon to get a better attack point (counted up squares, I can do it without getting attacked)." I hadn't a clue the world would be thrown into apocalypse. There were no warnings."((1d20+6)[19]to hit for(1d8+2)[6]damage.(1d20+6)[18]CRT confirm for(1d8+2)[4]extra damage.) Dante takes aim with his bow once more trying to pierce the mighty dragons eye. Spoiler Hide (1d20+3)[17] to hit, (1d20+3)[4] confirm (1d8+2)[5] damage 19-20/x2 The sword blades cuts the drake, and the arrow pierces it's face, but not it's eye. The drake cries, almost pitiable, then flies up to flee. Spoiler Hide Both of you get two Amos. Anti, you've been tracking ammo, right? Spoiler Hide yes down to 4 once I fire Tacitus swings on the dragon furiously to prevent its escape (Attack 1:(1d20+4)[15]to hit for(1d8+2)[8]damage, (1d20+4)[18]CRT confirm for(1d8+2)[5]more damage Attack 2:(1d20+4)[12]to hit for(1d8+2)[8]damage, (1d20+4)[13]CRT confirm for(1d8+2)[5]more damage) Dante lets his arrows fly hoping to stop the dragon from escaping. Fire your arrows men. Attack 1.(1d20+3)[19]to hit, 19-20 confirm(1d8+2)[4]damage x2 if CRT(1d20+3)[9]critAoO(1d20+3)[5]to hit 19-20 confirm(1d8+2)[9]damage x2 if CRT(1d20+3)[17]CRT The remaining men you had already fled. They now come forward from a distance, amazed at the fleeing and grievously wounded dragon. Xanth and Tacitus gain 1,400 XP! Flees in the battle Anti sees his men come forward to join them. Below shall not let us die my friends today. Dantie says as he looks up into the sky to see how much time they have before night comes. Spoiler Hide [roll]1d20+4[/roll] Survival If they have time to make it back to camp Spoiler Hide" Ok men we do not want to be caught out here now, everyone that needs healing come to me. Once done we are moving out back to camp." And with that Dante heals 3 people before saying he has no more spells left for the day. And that he will heal the rest of them tomorrow. 3 most seriously wounded he heals first. If they do not have time to make it back to camp Spoiler Hide" Ok men we do not have time to make it back to camp, what I need is those not wounded to badly to start getting ready for the night. I'm sure it will be a long one. Those of you who are injured come to me, I will try to heal as many of you as I can. Once healed do what you can around the camp to make sure we are ready for tonight. These trees will be our camp area tonight because it is not an open area. There will be two guards always on duty. Now lets move out." And with that Dante uses his last 3 healing spells on the 3 most seriously damaged people and tries using normal means for the rest. [roll]1d20+4[/roll] heal Spoiler Hide Did our soldiers gain XP as well? Or just us? Spoiler Hide (1d20+4)[15] survival (1d20+4)[9] heal You have enough time to get back to camp. Only the two surviving mages are wounded. Spoiler Hide What happened to everyone else I thought they survived as well? And did those with us gain XP as well? Ok men we do not want to be caught out here now, everyone that needs healing come to me. Once done we are moving out back to camp. And with that Dante heals 2 people before saying he has no more spells left for the day. And that he will heal the rest of them tomorrow. 2 most seriously wounded he heals first. Spoiler Hide Only the three archers and two mages survived. You heal your troops and begin heading back to camp. Spoiler Hide Everybody roll perception at a -3 for distance. Spoiler Hide (1d20+1)[11] spot (1d20+1)[2] survival (1d20+1)[10] listen (1d20-3)[-1] search Spoiler Hide (1d20-1)[18] spot (1d20-1)[13] listen "A fair warning, I am rather wounded and may not be up for another battle like that." He mentions to Anti as he walks along. Sadly I have no spells left, I used the last to stop the beast. Xanth said looking at Malthus. Spoiler Hide He returns Tacitus sees a cloud of mist from the west. "Anti, I see a bizarre precipitation off to the side. What do you make of it?" Anti looks of to where Malthus tells him he sees an odd fog and says I do not want to be out in the open when we find out. Let's get back to base, and inform those first. He said as he began to pick up his pace. The cloud of mist forms a humanoid shape and solidifies into some creature hidden by a black cloak. It sprints after you. Seeing that they can not get away Xander looks to the archers and says All of you head back as far as you can while still being able to shot whatever it is coming at us, if it is friend I will call out to you, otherwise I shall lift my holy symbol. Dantie then turns to confront the create in the black mist. By Below I demand you reveal yourself. Spoiler Hide (1d20+1)[12] turning check, but is keeping his holy symbol low at this time, Only thing I know of that can do that is a wizard and a vampire. Not taking chances. (1d20+5)[11] knowledge religion The thing rasps at you,"My master seeks parley with you. You will be granted safe passage into his abode and treated as guests, provided you do not instigate aggressive motions." I do not speak for those who I am with, but never shall I agree to see or work with any undead creature. And that you can let your master know. Dantie said he still can not see the creature but from how it appeared and its voice he already does not trust it. Originally Posted by dantiesilva I do not speak for those who I am with, but never shall I agree to see or work with any undead creature. And that you can let your master know. Dante said he still can not see the creature but from how it appeared and its voice he already does not trust it. "We seek only to help you with the dragon threat. Are you sure?" I have given you my answer. Xanth says now getting mad. Now leave me be before you have a much harder time making it back to your master. And with that Dante makes his Holy symbol seen to the undead creature. He wants to ask use all to help his master kill the dragon. We have all seen what these masters have done when they need to help my comrades. But I refuse to answer for you, so what shall it be, you all have a free will and I will not stop any of you who wish to go. Know this though, if you do choose to leave I with the full authority of the church of below shall never allow you near our people again, and if you even think of attacking I will kill you myself. Dantie screams back over his shoulder so those with him can hear, but not reveal themselves. Dante then prepares to invoke Colors divine might. The creature looks at you." I am not kept safe. I do not have the luxury of free will. Leave if you will. Good day." He leaves and turns into mist. You get back to camp. It seems like it's supper. The people welcome you back, and your remaining men begin telling tales of the fighting and bloodshed. Spoiler Hide If nobody posts within a week, this DIES. Really. I'm sick of checking the thread when nobody posts. Spoiler Hide Ok. It's done. You guys abandoned this. Had fun, but I'm sorry you obviously didn't. Bye guys.

Zedpocalypse|rating:3.0

Red Hand of Doom

The afternoon sun beats down on you; the air is hot and still. The sparsely settled lands of Elsie Vale are starting to grow monotonous, with seemingly endless lines of dusty flyspecks of towns. The town of Crellin's Ferry lies a few miles ahead of you. It's a settlement hard on the borders of the Witchhood, and the best place to explore the nearby forest and Earth Keep. Spoiler Hide And we're off. Give an introduction if you like, and roll Spot checks. ARL'Ran welcomes the sweat beading on his forehead, the dull ache in his calves from the grueling march, and the flies buzzing about the entourage. These minor hardships are sacraments of the road, small offerings to Harlingen demanded of those who walk the path. The lean half-orc knew that these sacrifices would be rewarded, perhaps with a good night's sleep, perhaps with riches and glory. Only the Dweller on the Horizon knew where roads ended. It didn't matter; the journey itself was the true gift. His pipe gripped between his teeth, the Strider priest cupped his hand to his brow, seeking to determine how much farther Crellin's Ferry was from their current position, or if he could at least make out the greenery of the Witchhood from here. Spoiler Hide Spot check: (1d20+3)[14] Paulus Paulus looks around, always on alert - as he is trained to be - as the group travels in the hot sun." With this kind of weather, many predators are likely to be asleep. I think I would rather travel at a cooler time, myself. I haven't been to this area before - does Crellin's Ferry take a bath sized for my folk, or would I have to stand on a block of wood?" Spoiler: Spot Hide (1d20+11)[23] "Accursed light ball..." Quinn grumbled aloud, running a hand along his forehead to wipe it clean of sweat. Glaring at the sun, he nodded in agreement with Paulus,"This armor is not meant for heat travel. And I'd rather not give that lousy spark in the sky any more amusement. Hopefully, we'll reach Berlin's Ferry soon." Spoiler: Spot Check Hide (1d20+1)[2] Obtain ignored his companions complaints, he was in the bushes, like he was want to do, it allowed him to sneak around, and got him out of the accursed sun. Spoiler Hide spot - (1d20+9)[13] Vera Walking down the road with her newfound companions, Vera appears to be wearing a simple acolyte's robe. Largely ignoring the sun, her eyes scan the surroundings for danger as she leads her horse, choosing to let the beast rest for a space before resuming ranging about the road." Clear skies mean easy trails, for now. I'll remind you of this the next time it rains." She chuckles to herself. Spoiler: IOC Hide (1d20+14)[16] Spot The road crests a small rise and descends into a dusty grove in a large, shallow dell. An abandoned farmhouse, partially visible through the trees, stands on one side of the road. You've past a dozen such spots much like this one already today, but this one feels wrong. Then you glimpse the glint of mail through the brush by the side of the road. Fierce Warriors, tall, hairy humanoids with wide moths and flat faces-are lying in wait. Spoiler Hide Map: Here. Red Dots are enemies (hobgoblin warriors, with nothing to differentiate themselves). Each box is 5ft. The area under the trees are filled with light undergrowth (difficult terrain, 2 squares to enter, concealment). The trees provide cover to someone in their square. The escarpment of the road is cut into a steep slot, counting as difficult terrain and requiring 4 squares to enter. You can add yourselves in the red shaded area (and then probably move to wherever you want to be) using the ad shapes button. Please have the color be the same as your dialog. Obtain may start in the forest to one side of the road. Initiative: Paulus Obtain Hobgoblins Vera camp; Quinn ARL Paulus Sight flows into action as Paulus belatedly spies the trap." Hobgoblins, both sides, it's a trap! I'll take the ones on the right,"he hisses. The halfling draws both short swords and vanishes from sight as he steps into a patch of darker shadow. Spoiler Hide Move: Draw swords Swift: Ghost Step, invisible for 1 round (i.e. until the start of my next turn) Standard: Shadow Jump, 50' teleport. The map is not compatible with my browser. Paulus will teleport to the northeastern side of the road, between the two southernmost hobgoblins on that side. He should be in the square just southeast of the central hobgoblin. He is still invisible, and firing a ranged weapon provokes an AOO... as does movement. Too bad he doesn't have Combat Reflexes. Have an AOO roll, at +2 for invisibility! Attack (1d20+14)[15] Damage (1d4+6)[9] and (3d6)[9] sneak + sudden strike HP 44 AC 21 Invisible Hobgoblins! Obyrin thought something had been off, he was about to investigate, when Sight yelled out, charging ahead, like usual. Shaking his head slightly, he kept going, loping on his incarnate fueled legs. He kept low, and moved around the brush, his dark body a perfect shadow underneath the shade of the tree. He moved right up to the first one he saw, and popped up with a slash of his claw, attempting to disembowel the thing. Spoiler Hide Move to the closest Hob and attack (map is updated) Swift assign 4 essential into Ruthie Claws Attack - (1d20+8)[17] Damage - (1d6+2)[6] camp; Acid - (4d6)[16] Acid - (4d4)[12] Obtain AC: 21 (23 vs evil creatures) HP's:84/84 soul melds - Ruthie Claws: 4/4 Lamas Mantle: 0/2 Totem Avatar: 2/2 Frost Helm: 0/2 Duckling speed: 0/2 Spoiler: reroll Hide because I'm dumb Acid - (4d4)[12] Vera Even before hearing the cry, the hairs on the back of her neck rise at the shadows of her hated enemies in the bushes." They all die,"she snarls, lifting her hands and focusing her mind, calling into being a salvo of bright mental arrows. Spoiler: IOC Hide Knowledge Devotion: Local (1d20+2)[19] All attack and damage plus +2. Starting with the farthest back on the left (top), moving up the line if they die. Dual wielding with Rapid Shot: (1d20+6)[19] for (1d8+5)[9] (1d20+6)[20] for (1d8+5)[11] (1d20+6)[26] for (1d8+5)[12] To confirm cries: (1d20+6)[20] for (1d8+5)[13] (1d20+6)[21] for (1d8+5)[12] (1d20+6)[25] for (1d8+5)[13] "Traveler guide us,"ARL'Ran mutters, imbuing himself and his allies with sacred aid. He then moves on the northwesternmost hobgoblin, drawing his Morningstar and readying his shield as he advances. Spoiler: IOC Hide Cast bless, providing the party with +1 morale bonus on all attacks and saves vs. fear effects, then move as indicated to the position illustrated on map. Draw weapon as part of movement. Obtain's claw tears out the throat of one of the waiting archers, who crumples. One of his companions moves to engage the totemism, while the rest pelt the party in the open with arrows. Paulus attempts to take advantage of this, but his swing catches on the branches of the tree, robing it of strength. You hear a loud whistle, and through the trees you can see a doglike creature and another hobgoblin appear. Worse, at the end of the lane, another doglike creature darts across the road. You are able to get a better look at this one, seeing its reptilian features and glowing red eyes. Those keen eared among you can hear the chanting of a spell caster, and those trained might be able to identify the spell. Despite the pain of the one arrow that found its mark, Vera unleashes blazing bolts of psionic energy, clearing the top rank of the surviving hobgoblins quickly and efficiently. Now the only threats are from the southern edge of the road. Spoiler Hide Ranged attacks: Vera:(1d20+4)[10], (1d8+1)[3] Vera:(1d20+4)[20], (1d8+1)[5] ARL:(1d20+4)[21], (1d8+1)[4] ARL:(1d20+4)[21], (1d8+1)[8] Obtain: (1d20+4)[5], (1d8+1)[2] The spell in question is Bless. Roll spell craft to identify it properly if you want. It's coming from near the farmhouse. Miss chances (on a 1, from concealment): (1d5)[3] (1d5)[4] (1d5)[5] "Hobgoblins? Here?" Quinn inquired in confusion before looking in the area Paulus had pointed toward. Sure enough, the glint of steel emerged from the foliage, as did the sneer of ugly hobgoblins. With a quickly muttered command and the unfurling of his spiked chain, Quinn teleported up the embankment before engaging the nearest hobgoblin. "Taste the anger of my Goddess!" He bellowed, before bringing the chain down onto the creature with all his might! Spoiler: Actions Hide I know the Hobgoblins move first, so put these actions after theirs. Location: South-East tip of starting zone Swift-Action: Anklet of Translocation ten feet diagonally South-West. Move-Action: Step 5-ft South from new location. Standard Action: Mountain Hammer strike Attack Roll:(1d20+10)[22] Damage:[ROLL]2d4+2d6+4[/ROLL] Map Quinn's blow leaves the Hobgoblin unsteady, but standing nonetheless. Spoiler Hide Initiative: Paulus Obtain Hobgoblins, Dog-things Vera camp; Quinn ARL "Come on, face me!" Quinn goaded the hobgoblin he'd hit, glaring at him through the underbrush. His companions could handle the other side, meaning these creatures were his to defeat,"Or do you not have the steel?!" With a careful hurl of his chain, Quinn aimed to trip his enemy before finishing him off with a pair of strikes to the chest! Spoiler: Actions Hide Swift-Action: Activate Thicket of Blades Stance Standard-Action: Attempt to Trip the injured Hobgoblin: (1d20+7)[16] If Trip Succeeds, attack the fallen Hobgoblin: Attack 1:(1d20+10)[30] Damage 1:(2d4+4)[9] Attack 2:(1d20+10)[28] Damage 2:(2d4+4)[8] If the first attack kills the injured Hobgoblin, Quinn will try to hit the other one with his second. ARL'Ran, grunting through the pain of his injuries, advances up the escarpment, and swings his Morningstar in ferocious overhead arc at the hobgoblin archer." Get the spell caster!"he bellows, hoping to direct his comrades toward the true danger. Spoiler Hide Move as indicated on map. Attack: (1d20+9)[15] Damage: (1d8+2)[8] Paulus Muttering under his breath at the lack of coordination, the halfling runs towards the remaining enemies, counting on his small size to keep them from targeting him. Spoiler Hide Double move gives me 80' move speed. 40' south, 40' west puts me 15' south and 5' west of Orange. I'm assuming I can hop down the 5' escarpment on my southbound leg without any issues. Obtain watches with mock amazement and revelry as his target drops to hi sizzling attack, another steps up, but Vera manages to blast them, dropping it as well. Crouching down and looking around he leaps off the escarpment and back to the road, there were others to be slain. He reaches out and blasts one with a ray of cold energy, trying to drop yet another hobgoblin. Spoiler Hide Move to the closest Hob and attack (map is updated) Swift: - assign 2 essential into Duckling speed from Ruthie Claws - assign 2 essential into Frost Helm from Ruthie Claws Ranged touch vs closest red dot. Attack - (1d20+8)[22] Cold Damage - (3d6)[9] Obtain AC: 21 (23 vs evil creatures) HP's:84/84 soul melds - Ruthie Claws: 0/4 Lamas Mantle: 0/2 Totem Avatar: 2/2 Frost Helm: 2/2 Duckling speed: 2/2 Maps Paulus re-positions, Obtain's ray hits a hobgoblin square in the chest, but it isn't enough to drop the humanoid. Paulus can hear something in the distance, but before he can focus the leader of the hobgoblins makes an odd whistle, and points to him with one of his blades. The nearest hound leaps to obey, charging the halfling. But it stops before it can close, breathing a short cone of fire instead. Then, with a shout, the hobgoblin leaps into the air, coming down next to Quinn. "As you wish. The Red Hand will Claim your head, human!". He strikes with his blades, and as he does so the rest of the creatures engage you, blades flashing and carrying plain steel shields bearing a red, clawlike hand. The other hound breathing fire just like the one engaging Paulus, and soon you find yourself surrounded. The rest of the party can still hear chanting coming from the ruined farmhouse, though what is being said isn't easy to make out. Spoiler Hide Paulus's position is slightly different due to difficult terrain. Make a DC 15 Listen check. The Hobgoblin using two swords leaps into the air, landing next to Quinn. This provokes an AOO. Attack: (1d20+11)[16] (1d6+4)[5], if hit other allies gain +4 to hit target A hound moves in (1 AOO), breath (2d6)[8] fire damage, reflex save halves. Recharges(2d4+1)[7] The Other Hobgoblins move(2 AOO, one hobgoblin is injured): Attacks: (1d20+6)[25] (1d8+1)[2] Provoked AOO : Attacks: (1d20+6)[22] (1d8+1)[9] Hobgoblin Provoked AOO: Attacks: (1d20+6)[8] (1d8+1)[2] One hound closes with Paulus, and breathes fire:(2d6)[7] fire damage, reflex save halves. Recharges(2d4+1)[8] Spell craft will identify the chanting. Vera The young priestess whoops with delight as she fells her foes, and she turns her eyes to the remainder. Her eyes narrow at the sight of the strange creatures and their fiery breath, and she gathers herself, focusing on the journey and on the strength of her faith to speed her feet. Dashing along the road, she gains a better vantage on her enemies and unleashes her volley of mental fury. Spoiler: Bringing the PAIN Hide Knowledge Devotion re Lizard dog things (1d20+4)[11] Probably Arcane... (1d20+6)[10] Spell craft Activating Travel Devotion to Move as a Swift Action for 1 minute. Working my way down the line, starting with the upper left-most Hobgoblin, at +2 to hit and damage for Knowledge Devotion and +2 to Damage for favored enemy (forgot last time). If I kill the first two and have a shot left, I will hit the healthy hobgoblin on the right over the injured one. (1d20+8)[16] for (1d8+9)[11] Damage (1d20+8)[13] for (1d8+9)[12] Damage (1d20+8)[15] for (1d8+9)[10] Damage To confirm cries: (1d20+8)[10] for (2d8+18)[30] Damage (1d20+8)[23] for (2d8+18)[28] Damage (1d20+8)[15] for (2d8+18)[20] Damage Map Quinn manages to drop two of his assailants, the first quite literally as he sweeps the hobgoblins legs out from under him. He even manages to entangle the arm of the third archer, leaving it bruised and punctured before it is freed, as well as land a solid hit on the hound. ARL'Ran attempts to help the embattled crusader, but his wounds leave his blow weak, and the Hobgoblin parries it. Vera is similarly frustrated, only managing to keep the combatants heads down a bit as her arrows clip branches off the trees. Meanwhile, Paulus can hear sounds coming from the south. More creatures on the way to the battlefield, and the words you make out seem to be in goblin. Spoiler Hide Round 3 start. Initiative: Paulus Obtain Hobgoblins, Dog-things Vera camp; Quinn ARL Paulus The halfling stabs the hellhound with both short swords. Spoiler Hide Not sure if I'm next to it or not. Map was unclear. If I must, 5' step before attacking. If not, move after attacking per below. Attack (1d20+10)[30] Damage (1d4+6)[10] Attack (1d20+10)[19] Damage (1d4+5)[8] If I kill it, move action to near the building doorway (40' move: 4 diagonal down camp; left, 2 left). If I don't kill it, 5' step to circle it (while staying in melee range) going south or west. Crits Attack (1d20+10)[24] Damage (1d4+6)[9] Attack (1d20+10)[24] Damage (1d4+5)[8] Map Paulus's blades sink deep into the hounds skin, and the beast howls in pain. Spoiler Hide Initiative: Paulus Obtain Hobgoblins, Dog-things Vera camp; Quinn ARL Obtain sees Paulus fighting a fire breathing dog and skitters down the road to help him, barley touching the dirt, and nimbly maneuvering rocks and stones, he takes a split second to refocus his incarnate, channeling the great Ruthie beasts as he swipes at the dog. Spoiler Hide Move next to Paulus Swift: - assign 4 essential into Ruthie Claws from speed and frost helm attack dog attack - (1d20+8)[10] Damage - (1d6+2)[3] camp; Acid - (4d4)[9] Obtain AC: 21 (23 vs evil creatures) HP's:84/84 soul melds - Ruthie Claws: 4/4 Lamas Mantle: 0/2 Totem Avatar: 2/2 Frost Helm: 0/2 Duckling speed: 0/2 MapObyrin closes with Paulus, letting loose another ray of frost, but he isn't so lucky this time. The ray almost hist Paulus, fizzing by his head. Then another reptilian hound appears next to ARL'Ran, accompanied by a wife of sulfur and the echo of a roar. It lunges at the cleric, jaw snapping as flames seem to drop like drool. But the Cleric is not alone in being attacked. Quinn and Paulus are both engaged by foes, and come under a withering assault. Spoiler: Spoiler Hide Paulus, Obtain. Make listen checks. Hound Attacks on ARL'Ran: Bite:(1d20+8)[13], (1d8+2)[3] +(1d6)[2] fire Claws: (1d20+6)[23], (1d3+1)[4] Claws: (1d20+6)[15], (1d3+1)[2] Hound Attack on Paulus:(1d20+6)[13], (1d8+2)[3] +(1d6)[2] fire Claws: (1d20+4)[19], (1d3+1)[4] Claws: (1d20+4)[19], (1d3+1)[4] Hound Attack on Quinn:(1d20+6)[26], (1d8+2)[7] +(1d6)[2] fire Claws: (1d20+4)[19], (1d3+1)[3] Claws: (1d20+4)[22], (1d3+1)[4] Hobgoblin regular, Quinn: (1d20+6)[10], (1d8+1)[7] Hobgoblin Elite, Quinn: (1d20+11)[22], (1d6+4)[7] (1d20+11)[15], (1d6+4)[8] Spoiler: listen Hide (1d20+9)[20] Text for the text God Vera Growling a curse, Vera unleashes another flurry of bolts at her hated foes! Spoiler: IOC Hide Full attack against hobgoblin enemies, from closest to farthest, switching only if they die. (1d20+8)[23] for (1d8+9)[14] (1d20+8)[16] for (1d8+9)[15] (1d20+8)[25] for (1d8+9)[14] To confirm cries: (1d20+8)[10] for (2d8+18)[28] (1d20+8)[26] for (2d8+18)[34] (1d20+8)[18] for (2d8+18)[28] Map Vera's first shot drops a hobgoblin in mid-swing. Switching targets, her next shot is swatted out of the air by one of the Hobgoblin's blades, but the next opens a gash running the entire length of his arm. "Tell the Red Hand they'll need more than you to claim my head!" Quinn replies to the Hobgoblin harshly, spinning his chain over his head before swinging it to crush the Hobgoblin's ribs! Spoiler: Actions Hide Standard Action-Use Revitalizing Strike on the closest Hobgoblin Attack Roll:(1d20+12)[16] Damage: (2d4+6)[8] If it hits, heal for:(3d6+6)[19] Marthe hobgoblin dodges out of the way, face breaking into a grin. "Then we'll try harder. If not me then others." April tries to kill the hound facing him, but he's unable to get past the hound's own attacks. Spoiler Hide Quinn can hear movement, over by the farmhouse, though it's hard to localize. Restart Initiative. Initiative: Paulus Obtain Hobgoblins, Dog-things Vera camp; Quinn ARL Paulus The halfling vanishes from sight as his blade lashes out towards the hellhound. Spoiler Hide Swift: Cloak of Invisibility, invisible until the end of my turn. Taking. Attack 1: Attack (1d20+12)[15] including +2 for invisibility Damage (1d4+6)[9] plus (3d6)[11] sneak+sudden strike. If attack 1 kills the hellhound, move towards the door to the house (40' move). If it fails to kill him, second attack and 5' step southwest. Attack 2: Attack (1d20+12)[16] including +2 for invisibility Damage (1d4+5)[9] plus (3d6)[8] sneak+sudden strike. Cries Attack (1d20+12)[31] including +2 for invisibility Damage (1d4+6)[8] plus (3d6)[14] sneak+sudden strike. Attack (1d20+12)[22] including +2 for invisibility Damage (1d4+5)[8] plus (3d6)[4] sneak+sudden strike. After his attacks/movement are done, Paulus becomes visible again. Obtain sees Paulus fighting the fiery dog, but then disappears, making sure the thing is dispatched, and trying to get closer to the chanting that was summoningsomethinghe skittered closer to Paulus and tried to help. Spoiler Hide Swift: - assign 2 essential into duckling speed from Ruthie Claws Move next to hound fighting Paulus attack dog Attack - (1d20+8)[12] Damage - (1d6+2)[8] camp; Acid - (2d4)[3] Obtain AC: 21 (23 vs evil creatures) HP's:84/84 soul melds - Ruthie Claws: 2/4 Lamas Mantle: 0/2 Totem Avatar: 2/2 Frost Helm: 0/2 Duckling speed: 2/2 Map Paulus and Obtain attempt to kill their foe, Obtain's claws glancing off the beast's scaly skin, as does one of Paulus's blades. But his second digs deep into the skin, and the hound collapses, legs twitching feebly as it's life ebbs. The numbers of the enemies have dwindled, but still they try and take down the party. You can see the fanaticism in the eyes of the sole hobgoblin left standing. "If I fall, ten more will take my place. The Vale will be ours!" Spoiler Hide Obtain and Paulus can still make listen checks to localize the sounds. Hound Attacks on ARL'Ran: Bite: (1d20+6)[15], (1d8+2)[4] +(1d6)[5] fire Claws: (1d20+4)[6], (1d3+1)[4] Claws: (1d20+4)[20], (1d3+1)[3] Never mind, I misread an AC. Hound Attack on Obtain :Bite: (1d20+6)[11], (1d8+2)[7] +(1d6)[3] fire Claws: (1d20+4)[8], (1d3+1)[4] Claws: (1d20+4)[14], (1d3+1)[4] Hound Attack on Quinn:Bite: (1d20+6)[22], (1d8+2)[6] +(1d6)[6] fire Claws: (1d20+4)[8], (1d3+1)[2] Claws: (1d20+4)[24], (1d3+1)[4] Hobgoblin Elite, Quinn: (1d20+9)[24], (1d6+4)[6] (1d20+9)[23], (1d6+4)[10] Restart Initiative. Initiative: Paulus Obtain Hobgoblins, Dog-things Vera camp; Quinn ARL Vera"Then fall, dog!" The priestess unleashes another arrow before dashing down the road, her divinely inspired speed taking her to the path that leads to the ruined building. Spoiler: IOC Hide Standard action shot: (1d20+12)[20] for (1d8+9)[16] against the Hobgoblin. (1d20+12)[26] for (2d8+18)[33] to confirm. Swift action to move via Travel Devotion (8 rounds remaining), then move action to move again. Vera's shot strikes true, but the hobgoblin weathers the blow. "Not if I have anything to say about it, bastard!" With that uttered threat, Quinn quickly raised his chain overhead before launching an attack for his legs, hoping to kill him once and for all! Spoiler: Actions Hide Melee Touch Attack on the Hobgoblin Elite:(1d20+12)[28] Strength Check to Trip Him:(1d20+7)[27] If Trip Succeeds Attack:(1d20+12)[18] Damage:(2d4+6)[10] Second Attack:(1d20+12)[27] Damage:(2d4+6)[8] If the first attack kills the Hobgoblin, use the second on the hound. Map Quin easily overpowers the hobgoblin, leaving him flat on his back, and open for bludgeoning with his chain. In the end, it's too much, and the hobgoblin falls unconscious. Spoiler Hide Obtain and Paulus can still make listen checks to localize the sounds. Initiative: Paulus Obtain Hobgoblins, Dog-things Vera camp; Quinn ARL Wary of the snarling beast before him, ARL'Ran interposes his shield between himself and the danger, easing his way back from the beast. He then calls upon his patron deity to abjure the summoned monster, seeking to banish it to the abyssal pit it was called from. Spoiler Hide 5' step away from the hellhound, over one of the bodies. Cast dispel magic at the creature. +4 for Inquisition domain. (1d20+10)[20] vs 11+Caster level. The hound lunges at ARL'Ran, but the cleric's magic is too strong. The red lighting courses over the hound's skin, and with a wail it seems to evaporate into a foul smelling mist. Spoiler Hide The next round of initiative starts now. Paulus Obtain Hobgoblins, Dog-things Vera camp; Quinn ARL Paulus"Thanks for the help." Moving low, the ninja dashes towards the nearby building, entering and attacking any hobgoblins he might find. Spoiler Hide 40' move puts him 5' inside the door in the northeastern corner of the south room. If an enemy is there, Wolf Fang Strike. If not, continue moving to get next to any enemies in the northern room, especially spell casters. If there are multiple enemies, I will tumble past up to two to get to the spell caster. Tumble (1d20+16)[22] and (1d20+16)[36] If someone's there to attack, Wolf Fang Strike Attack 1 (1d20+10)[15] Damage (1d4+6)[8] Attack 1 (1d20+10)[18] Damage (1d4+5)[8] Tumbling into the building, trying to avoid any waiting soldiers, but there are no blows to evade, no waiting swords. Just two rooms, largely empty save for a small campsite and a few bodies arranged along the far wall. Spoiler Hide Initiative: Paulus Obtain Hobgoblins, Dog-things Vera camp; Quinn ARL Panting, Quinn turns to his last foe,"If you want to run, you should have already done so,"He said simply, feeling his Goddess empower him anew as he began once more to twirl his chain. Calling upon said holy energy, he hurls the chain, aiming to kill this last monster and regroup with his fellows. Spoiler Hide Standard Action-Use Revitalizing Strike on the last enemy. Attack Roll:(1d20+12)[19] Damage: (2d4+6)[8] If it hits, heal for:(3d6+6)[15] Swift Action-Teleport down 10 ft with Anklet of Translocation Move Action-20 ft down. Obtain lets loose a ray of cold that almost completely freezes the hound, before Quinn's blow shatters its hide. The hound falls dead, and with that the battle ends. Only the sounds of the forest remain. Spoiler Hide Battle ends. I'll give more information depending on what you focus on. You have a couple hobgoblins(2) that were only knocked unconscious and stabilized rather than dying outright. Each of the 6 regulars you killed carried a potion of cure light wounds, chain mail, heavy steel shield, master work long sword, and a +1 composite longbow. The elite carried 2 short swords (faint magical aura), MW studded leather. If you investigate the bodies, you'll see what looks to be a dead farmer/laborer, merchant, and 3 guards. The guards are wearing studded leather, light crossbows, and long swords. There is a sack with the equivalent of 355 GP, probably from the merchant and guards. The wagon seems to have been ransacked, and the goods either destroyed or distributed: there's a crate that used to hold a number of potions, but it is empty now. Anything purely decorative has been destroyed. Searching the bodies after readjusting the flow of energy to the appropriate melds, he frowns slightly at the guards and innocent civilians." This is bad, we might be too late, but I think we should keep this sack of gold from the merchant for the city, if these things are this close, they will need it." He looks at the swords and composite bows not caring for either"These hobgoblins were well-equipped, very strange indeed."he does pick up a potion however,"6 potions, 1 a piece?" Spoiler Hide Swift: - assign 2 essential into Ruthie Claws from Frost helm Obtain AC: 21 (23 vs evil creatures) HP's:84/84 soul melds - Ruthie Claws: 2/4 Lamas Mantle: 0/2 Totem Avatar: 2/2 Frost Helm: 0/2 Duckling speed: 2/2 Vera With a grunt, the young priestess pulls the arrow from her chest and tosses it to the side." Did we get them all? Those hounds came from somewhere." She murmurs a brief prayer, pressing her hand to the wound in her chest with a brief glow of white energy before moving with her divine speed up towards the abandoned house. Once close, she begins scanning the ground for signs of tracks or any indication of what might have been nearby. Spoiler: Actions Hide Burning my Magic Domain spell slot to cast Cure Light Wounds on myself (1d8+1)[9], then moving quickly due to Travel Domain (won't last beyond this action, only has a 1-minute duration). Then I start searching for tracks, particularly hobgoblin ones (favored enemy and whatnot). (1d20+16)[34], including the +2 from Favored Enemy. Vera's search is successful, finding recent tracks heading South into the forest. It looks like only one creature, who left the farmhouse and headed that direction during the battle. Spoiler Hide Pursuit is possible. But how do you manage the prisoners (taking them with you will slow you, but otherwise they will need watched). Paulus After checking the house briefly, Paulus runs outside and follows the tracks south. Spoiler Hide Double moving (80'/rd), taking a -20 on hide/MS Hide (1d20)[19] MS (1d20-2)[7] Vera Spotting the tracks, Vera refreshes her divinely gifted speed and shouts:"One left to the south! Kill the Hobgoblins, and someone watch my horses!" With that, she dashes down the path with her eyes scanning both the tracks and the surrounding trees for any sign of her quarry. Spoiler: IOC Hide Assuming the duration is up/almost up, I will expend a Turn Undead to refresh my Travel Devotion and set off along the trail. (1d20+16)[29] Spot (looking for Hobgoblins, -2 if not a hobgoblin) (1d20+16)[20] Survival to follow the tracks (-2 if not a hobgoblin) Obtain moves up to the unconscious hobgoblins and goes about the grisly work of performing dead checks, tearing their throats out with a swift claw. He'll follow his teammates as quickly as he can afterward. Vera Losing the trail, Vera doubles back while cursing herself for a fool." Idiot woman, you know better." She searches for the trail, hoping that it has not been muddled. "Agreed,"Quinn replies to Obtain's proposal, before watching him slit the throats of the two unconscious Hobgoblins." If you don't mind... I'm going to say a small prayer for them. My enemies thought they may be, I'd rather their souls go onto whatever afterlife they deserved...even if I cannot guarantee such." Saying such, Quinn bows his head in thought for a moment, his hands at his sides,"May the Stern Lady Shepard these souls onto the afterlife they earned for their actions in this life...may no foul necromancer revive their form into a disgusting mockery of life...amen." His prayer uttered, he stood straight before running to the cabin, finding the corpses and sighing,"Too late. My Lady, please Shepard these souls too, for they didn't deserve this end...amen." He murmured before reaching down and grabbing the crossbow one of the guards had left behind, rejoining his fellows afterwards." Where did they come from...and more importantly, where did the last one go?" "If we've lost the last one, I think we should hurry into town, chances are, they've encountered some of this already" Vera Giving up for the moment, Vera goes and collects her horses and wagon and brings them to the trail that leads to the cottage." You make a fair point, Obtain. That said, if I can find and follow the trail, it may lead us to their base where we can end a more serious threat. If I'm careful and take the time needed, I'm sure I can track it." Obtain shrugs, he was in no mood to stroke Vera's ego. He busied himself with gathering what useful equipment from the dead he could, finding a horse or something to load it on, he wasn't going to lug it about, that was for sure. Spoiler Hide Basically gather all the loot ARL grumbled as he watched Brain execute the unconscious hobgoblins. They could have been interrogated, or at least explained their actions. They were, however, clearly raiders, but more information could have been beneficial. He touched his wand of lesser vigor to his chest, and felt the wounds from the crossbow bolts begin to knit themselves." Don't like that the spell caster got away,"he said, spitting into the dust." Be wary as we walk the road. Anything else of interest in the farmhouse?" Spoiler Hide Spend a little time searching the farm house. If there's nothing beyond what we've seen, move on. Again, I'm on vacation until Sunday afternoon, so I'll be a little limited in my posting until I come back. "Even if we do track down their last member, I'm not quite sure how many of us are in any real position to fight,"Quinn points out, panting as he does so." These bastards got a few good hits on me and some of the rest of us. Therefore, it would be more beneficial to rest for the night. Unless anyone here can heal, that is?"" Also, on a slightly less important note, did anyone find any crossbow ammo around here? I pilfered this crossbow from one of the corpses, but without ammunition, it's just a rather awkward paperweight,"He says without any humor in his tone. ARL'Ran extends the wand toward Quinn, imbuing him with divine energy. He gestures at the rest of the party to ascertain who among them requires healing. Spoiler Hide Heal up anyone who needs it. Expending wand charges appropriately. Vera"You can spare some of that wand, I can call on Rocco for some healing if it is needed." She sighs, looking to the south." Cursed hobgoblin scum. It had better hope we never cross paths again. Let's be off, the day waits on no man." Obtain nods grimly, and takes point, taking a quick moment to center his energies, he moves off, seemingly hiding from view as he merges with the bushes. Spoiler Hide Shift 4 essential into claws Hide - (1d20+16)[21] Gathering what you can, you make good time on the road, and encounter no trace of the hobgoblins. It only takes a few more hours to reach the outskirts of the town, moving through some rough fields and pastures. Cresting a final hill, you see the road descent into a small town build mostly on the near side of a broad, sluggish river. Six old stone piers jut from the water, marking the spot where a bridge once stood, but the span itself is long gone. Instead, a couple of long thick ropes cross the river, each secured to a flat-bottomed ferryboat. Fields of cereal grains and a few orchards surround the town, though more land seems tamed on the far side. As you descend you see a group of armed men and women, three in leather, one in mail, standing guard near a small shrine. They watch you approach, and the one in mail waves you to a stop as you near." Halt and state your business, strangers." Spoiler Hide The river is the Elsie. Vera The priestess reigns her horse to a stop, gazing down at the guards with an air of indifference." We are about our own business, and mean to pass through this town on our way to investigate the Witchhood and Earth Keep. We also cleared your road of some hobgoblin rodents a few miles back." Her level gaze suggests that they should get out of the way and be about their business. Paulus"There's at least one hobgoblin still at large, and some dead people in a house near the road. Has anyone gone missing recently? Any other reports of attacks?" ObyrinObyrin moves through what little undergrowth was available, but at a certain point, there wasn't enough, and so he shifted his energies back and walked along with the rest of them, nodding politely to the guards." Give them the money Vera, they could probably use it more than us, and it wasn't ours to begin with." Quinn nodded as Obtain spoke,"Yes, please. We did not earn such a reward legitimately and taking what does not belong to us would make us no better than the Hobgoblins we just slayed." Turning to the guard, Quinn bowed his head,"Greetings, noble guard of this quaint village. I am Quinn Jacob, Crusader of Wee Was. My companions and I, as you've heard, are seeking passage through this village to other areas nearby. We are in something of a hurry and would greatly appreciate free passage to the Witchhood." Spoiler: Diplomacy Check Hide (1d20+11)[22] The lead guard shakes his head at Vera's blunt statement, but before he can respond the other party members break in, with information more interesting to the guard." Damn. I'll have to ask around, but we've known there were hobgoblins were sulking around for a while. You must be lucky, or strong, to have survived them. If you want to give the money to the town Speaker Winston is your best bet, though you'll have to talk to Hrothgar about the ferry ride. I'll send a runner to get the Speaker if you wish, He'll find you at the ferry." He motions to one of his men, though they wait for your affirmative before leaving. Spoiler Hide The town isn't large enough or built closely enough to get lost: the road you're on will lead you to the ferry easily. If you like you can choose to explore the town a bit, or go directly to the ferry as well as the meeting with the Speaker if you're serious about giving the money. "Are there any good places to eat and rest in town? We're weary from our travels. Also, any merchants we might reequip with, or shrines to pay homage to?" The man gives you a strange look "The old Bridge Inn is just ahead, on your left. If you prefer, you can try the Green Apple, on the other side of the square. I prefer the Old Bridge myself. As for resupplying, the shrine to Below is just up ahead and one to the Old Ways across the river. The Smithy is just past the Shrine, and Merlin might be able to help you. The general merchants are closer to the square, or across the river." Vera Giving Obtain a strange look, Vera turns back to the guards." Thanks. We'll be off, then?" Over her shoulder to Obtain:"I lay no claim to the spoils, I just let you load them on my cart. If you want to give them to the town, then by all means. I kill goblins for free." She clucks her horse to walk forward, a long lead trailing to the mule and cart following behind. The runner heads off as you enter the town proper, passing Below's shrine as well as a smithy, where you can see a dwarf shaping metal into a breastplate. The Town isn't too large, and being split by the Elsie makes it feel even smaller. You come onto a central square, interrupting a game of tag as the children stop, then point and gawk at you. A few of the more adventurous ones even follow you as you approach the ferry. Soon the runner reappears, along with a tall, balding man of about fifty and a capable looking swordswoman." Hello, my name is Zorro Winston, and I'm the town speaker. I understand you encountered Hobgoblins on the road here?" Spoiler Hide I'm assuming that most of you want to go to the Ferry. If you want to go elsewhere or explore the town a bit, post either where you're going or what you want to look for. "That we did. A half dozen or so of them, well-armed, and accompanied by demon hounds. There was a spell caster among them, though he seems to have gotten away. They looked to have slain a farmer and a merchant caravan. You should be on guard." As the group reached the town center, Quinn glared at Below's shrine, though he refrained from making any comment." Hmm, a smithy...maybe I could purchase some crossbow bolts,"He mused quietly to himself as they passed the dwarf hard at work." They weren't exceptionally well-trained, but they implied they were but a fraction of their force. And with at least one spell caster in their midst and possibly more, your town could be a prime target for them,"Quinn adds to ARL's point." As a member of the Crusaders of Wee Was, I'd be happy to send a message to my fellows and with any luck, you could have some of them here to guard your town within a week,"He offered with a polite smile. Spoiler: Diplomacy Check Hide (1d20+11)[14] "Further...do you or any of your townspeople know much about Earth Keep? We're on our way there and any information you can give us would be appreciated very much." Vera Dismounting, Vera goes to the back of her cart and retrieves the bag of coins, tossing it to the Speaker." We retrieved this from the hobgoblins, probably taken from caravans or merchants on their way into or out of town. Do with it as you will." Glancing over at Obtain, she murmurs"Satisfied?"before gathering her horse and mule's leads and looking towards the ferry. Paulus Paulus follows the others, his attire and broad shoulders keeping any of the human children from mistaking him as one of them. If only adults were always so perceptive..." If there are others, you should keep watch. A night attack could do a lot of damage before anyone was awake and ready to fight back." Obtain shrugs his shoulders a no-so-subtle glares and remarks, but merely nods his head when the money has been handed over, he had no qualms with being singled out by Vera, but his morality was clear-cut, even if sometimes jarring for the others. He had no need for healing, or needing new equipment, he would move out to the river on the other side, and look for a way across. Nodding to Vera, an almost strange show of respect, he moved of silently, camouflaged all to well for the midday. The speaker take the bag of gold, looking into it for a moment, before handing it off to the runner." Thank you. I'll make sure this is put to good use. And thank you for killing at least one raiding party; the hobgoblins have been troubling us for weeks. They started harrying merchants going west, and just recently started hitting farms and travelers on the eastern roads. Beyond the threat to our lives, the road is our lifeblood. If the Hobgoblins make the Dawn way impassible to the west, trade won't come this way, and we'll be ruined." The swordswoman speaks up. "And it looks like our interests might be aligned. You want to check out Breath Keep? That's the only structure left in the Witchhood. The Hobgoblins are certain to have occupied it, and it might even be the base for whatever tribe came down from the mountains. Normally we can handle the hobgoblins, but these seem more numerous than the normal tribe, and with strong support. It's all we can do to guard the town and large caravans."" So, will you help us?" "Of course, of course! Such an alliance would prove most fortuitous for both parties,"Quinn replied enthusiastically, before clearing his throat and calming slightly,"We'll need a bit of time to restock our supplies, but we should be able to set out within a day at absolute most. Thank you, Zorro Winston for your help." After this reply, Quinn heads to the smithy,"Pardon me, good smith...how much would it cost for you to make me a set of crossbow bolts?" At they Ferry"Thank you. You'll be helping a lot of people." Before they leave leaves, the Savanna gives some last advice. "If You're wandering around in the Witchhood, I would advise you seek out Corr. His cabin is out of the way, but it might be worth the walk. No one knows the woods better. If you take the Witch Trail, go left at the first big trail crossing: Corr's cabin is about seven miles in. Or, if you're on the Dawn Way, take a right on a trail about nine miles from the forest edge. Corr's Cabin is near the Blackwater." Spoiler Hide It's about 5 in the afternoon. You technically have a few hours of daylight remaining. The Smithy The dwarf you saw before is still working when you arrive, working on a red-hot breastplate. His apron has the sign of Ordain on it, indicating either a very devout smith or that there is something more to this Dwarf. He acknowledges your entrance, but continues to work on his current piece, until he finally quenches it and sets it aside." I can give you 10 bolts for one crown weight. With all the surrounding trouble even have a bit of a stockpile, so I sell you them now. What are you planning on using them on?" Spoiler Hide A crown is the typical gold coin (i.e. 1 GP) used in the vale, but due to the amount of trade and different city states most merchants measure things by equivalent weights. "Primarily some Hobgoblins,"Quinn replies with a dry chuckle as he opens up his coin pouch and retrieves 5 gold pieces,"Though, if this particular journey ends soon enough, some of them might end up in a zombie or some other form of undead. I'll take fifty bolts, please,"He finishes, handing over the pieces. "If we move quickly, we can likely still catch Corr before dinner. I'm happy to continue along the path Harlingen has set before me, but I wouldn't fault you lot if you wanted to rest." Paulus The halfling gestures at the road ahead." I think I'd rather find his cabin than stay here. This city is an exposed target, and it's always better to not be where your enemy expects you to be." He looks to see if there's any sign of the guard being increased. Obtain chimes in, having been listening the whole time, he merely nodded at what had been said, not needing to speak his piece. You knew him well enough, that he would say otherwise. "Shall we take the Witch Trail or the Dawn Way?" Arnl'Ran asked." My preference is for whichever is faster. I imagine this Corr will be easier to speak with if we don't come crashing through the forest in the middle of the night." Vera The young priestess flips her hair, walking to her horse and swinging into the saddle." The high road or the low road, it matters not so long as there are goblins to slay. I will find us the path, whichever we choose. He, "witch"ever. Witch trail, then?" "Whichever route, we should decide soon. Loathe as I am to rely on that disgustingly selfish ball of light glittering in the sky like a filthy blood-diamond, we lose much of our ability to find our destination without it. Therefore, we should set out at first daybreak tomorrow..." Quinn added as he walked up, his new bolts secure in his haversack,"Of course, I'd rather we were all well-prepared before setting out, even if it costs us some time. 'Through preparation makes its own luck', as my old mentor used to say." ANL'Ran nodded." Very well. Tomorrow it is." He looked at Quinn for a moment, puzzlement spreading across his face." I've never heard anyone complain about the sun as much as you. Shall we discuss your hatred of the source of life over an ale?" Quinn nodded at ANL'Ran,"I'd gladly discuss my hatred of Below and his foul symbol without the aid of alcohol...though, I won't turn down that ale either way,"He agreed.

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Class of 2000 - Information Thread

Class of 2000(to Class of 2000! This is a free form group game that revolves around the ten-year reunion of the John Adams Senior High School Class of 2000. What's happened in the twenty years since graduation? Curious to see how your enemy or crush turned out? Ready to finally say what's been on your mind for so long? Prepared to give into any pacts made all those years ago? Each person will be allowed to create two characters at the start of the story. They may be allowed an additional one or two, depending on size of the interest in this story and general activity in the group. There is no story line or angle for this, nor any large events outside the reunion itself. The people interested are responsible for generating their own story lines and personal plots leading up to and after the reunion. For those interested, a history thread will be made available for those wishing to have their characters live out and reenact moments from their past. Both teachers/staff members and students will be made available for people to write. However, sexual contact between students and teachers is not allowed. This is for the general comfort of anyone involved in the story. With Current IC Dates, all former students must be 38 years, give or take a year. Exceptions may be made, but are unlikely unless I'm utterly convinced to allow it. Who is the GM? Me, GnothiSeauton. Open to allowing others to take on the mantle of Co-GM. What's the story? There is only an overall story, and that is the difference twenty years makes (or doesn't make) after graduating from high school. Characters will be, largely, interacting with people they haven't seen in ten years. Are there limitations on characters? Characters are limited to two per writer, but subject to change. Former student characters must be around 38, give or take a year. Writers are allowed to create teacher/staff members. Where will this be placed on the site? Light in all likelihood. Can sexual activity/smut be allowed? Yes. You'll be asked to tag your posts accordingly with the header. Can we write out our character's time in high school? Yes, you can. There will be a history thread dedicated for such scenes. However, I will not allow sexual activity to be written out involving then-under 18 students and teachers. How successful can characters be? Totally up to you, however, I'll police things if it gets out of control. Was there a ten-year reunion? The ten-year reunion was cancelled, and never rescheduled. John Adams Senior High School(is to serve as a little bit of a primer on the School's culture and mood to help get people going and familiarized with the created setting. John Adams Senior High School was built originally in the early 70s. There are a number of schools in the area, but the main rival for CASH is William Penn Senior High School in neighboring Willowbrook. They've been at each other's throats for years in athletics and academic challenges. It's a rivalry that runs deep in some families that are very school spirited. The school newspaper is the John Adams Post. Run by the student organized Media Club (which also runs the morning announcements), this edited and administration influenced newsletter is of little note. There's a few little articles and columns here and there about school spirit, history, and the like, but it's mainly used for announcements for other student organizations and messages from faculty. The school colors are blue, black, and white. Its mascot is a wolf, named Willy Wolf. There are way too many student organizations and clubs to name. If you can think of it, it probably exists in some form. Every year there's the Senior Sleep Over, a school sponsored event where senior students spend the night in the school's gymnasium, the Wolf's Den. It's chaperoned, but is often viewed as a farewell party for the senior class. Seniors are also allowed special privileges. With parent permission, and credits permitting, they can leave school early in the day for jobs or study hall. For lunch, Seniors are allowed to eat in the main cafeteria, or in the Senior Lounge, an old, re-purposed classroom that has been turned into a private dining space. Seniors are also allowed better parking choices in the student lots. Also in terms of school lunches, students are permitted to eat in the main cafeteria, or on the school patio just outside the cafeteria (Students can not leave the premises for lunch. But privileges can be taken away. Tardiness, unexcused absences, discipline actions, etc. can all pile up, and seniors can lose their privileges as a result. Senior Liaisons are the go-betweens between students, student organizations, etc., and administration. They're there to listen to your thoughts, comments, concerns, and pass them along to administration. They're often the senior advocates and voices in administration meetings. There are various cliques and social groups in the school's society, but the lines are often blurred, and mingling in between the groups is not uncommon. They include, but are not limited to Nerds, Jocks, Honors, Preps, Car Nuts, Stoners, Artists, etc. School Clubs and Organizations Anime Club Artists Circle Chess Club Computer Club French Club Gay/Straight Alliance German Club Honor Society John Adams Bibliophiles John Adams High Historical SocietyJROTCMatheletes Media Club Model United Nations Robotics Club Science Club Spanish Club Spirit Society Student Council Thespians SocietyYearbookAthleticsFootballMen's Baseball Men's Basketball Men's Field Hockey Men's SoccerSoftballTrack and Field Women's Baseball Women's Basketball Women's Field Hockey Women's Soccer Women's Volleyball Faculty Still Present The following are individuals who are still teaching at John Adams while your character was still in school. While most have already retired, these faces have still stuck around. If you would like to create a teacher to add to the group, please PM me, and we can work something out.("Fred" Allen Vice Principle - Seniors and Juniors27th Yearlies Back, Relaxed, Inspiring Nonchalant, Personable (Martin Calculus Teacher - Department Chair Senior Liasion22th Year Tough, Fair, Passionate Dedicated, Helpful (Thomas Physics Teacher - Department Chair30th Year Eccentric, Informative, Easy Going Fun, Forgetful Calendar of Events This listing is the current open dates and the events that have been organized to take place during this open week leading up to the reunion. Members are encouraged to create their own events and gatherings before the reunion begins. To have your event listed, please PM me and I will add it to the listing.Friday, July 19th, 2020NoneMonday, July 20th, 2020NoneTuesday, July 21st, 2020NoneWednesday, July 22nd, 2020NoneThursday, July 23rd, 2020NoneFriday, July 24th, 2020NoneSaturday, July 25th, 2020REUNION7:00 PM - John Adams Senior High School The Local Community West Harper(( in the suburbs of Philadelphia, West Harper is an old community, with its roots stretching as far back as the eighteenth century. It has a long and rich history, from the revolutionary war, to modern times and the war effort during World War 2. The heart of the historic town is Main Street, the main thoroughfare that is lined with a variety of small businesses and storefronts that cater to just about any need. You'll find Helene's, a cozy little café done in Parisian style. Guthrie's Used Books always seems to have a neat little find on its shelves. Gizmo's Gadgets is a small little electronic's store that will fix just about anything. And then there's always the Helen Hart Historical House, a museum on Main Street dedicated to the history of the town. Look close enough, and you'll see a cannonball still lodged in the brick facade of the building from the Revolutionary War. There are also other stores and businesses that lay outside main street. Steeple Chase Mall is one of the premiere outlet malls in the area, with a ten screen movie theater and a variety of eateries to choose from. There's always Walmart if you need something at any time of the night. ResidencesColonial Heights The Fancy Neighborhood(( (Heights is the premier community within West Harper. It's known for it's big and old houses, well-manicured lawns, and tree-lined streets. It's picturesque, and the HOA intends on keeping it that way. Living in Colonial Heights is a status symbol in the local view of things, something to be desired and sought after for those who plan on living in West Harper for their lives. Brittany Woods and Ridgeline The Well-to-Do Middle of the Pack Neighborhoods(( are a few small neighborhoods that could be considered middle class, but the two major neighborhoods are Brittany Woods and Ridgeline. These two communities have homes that range from modest and quaint, to roomy and comfortable. They're more relaxed than Colonial Heights, and have no shame. Harperville and Evergreen Park Dirt Cheap Housing(( (is one of the older communities, and it sure shows it. The houses here are a little more affordable, but definitely need some tender love and care. They're fixer-uppers to be sure, but some people have made nice little homes for themselves here in the old neighborhood. And then there's Evergreen Park, a modest and relaxed mobile home community. You'll find trailers, RVs, and the like parked here. It's a little bit of a tough neighborhood, but close-knit. The Bailey Something for Everyone(( Bailey is the Swiss-Army knife of residences. This apartment and town home complex on the west side of town offers an assortment of housing options for anyone in need of something different. There are small units for the single individual, and family units available. Amenities include access to the community pool, and that's just about it. Points of Interest West Lake(Lake is a little recreational park on the western edge of West Harper. During the summer it becomes the place to be, as people in the community come to the lake to go swimming and soak up the sun on the little strip of sand and beach. A small boating dock allows for small, motor-less craft to be launched, and hiking trails traverse the rim of the lake. Class of 2000Character Creation(characters must be within a year of 38 years old, as previously stated above thread. Teacher characters will be permitted, granted that you already have a student character. This group is intended to be focused on the students, after all. A maximum of two characters are allowed per writer. Face Claims are strongly encouraged. No drawn art will be allowed for face claims. This is intended to be a realistic group. Face Claims and Sheet Links Italicized indicates a pending face claim Character Name Cara Howard (#msg15577953)Paola Milano (#msg15579433)Ramon De La Rosa (#msg15579446)Marc Morales (#msg15581723)Rachel Ocean (#msg15584668)Katalina Dubrinksky (#msg15587399) Face Claim Olivia MunnBianca Fearful EsparzaMichael MandoJaime Clayton Catherine Zeta Jones Student or StaffStudentStudentStudentStudentStudentStudent WriterGnothiSeautonFoxy DeVilleDotleyLyronElizabeth EcsedLeviPending Face Claims Zoe Saldana - Lady Sakura Megan Goode - BibliophiliaStudent Character Sheet Code: [Select][float right][IMG height=430 padding=10]Image URL Here. Feel free to tinker with the height setting.[/IMG][center][IMG height=150]Image URL Here.[/IMG] [IMG height=150]Image URL Here.[/IMG] [IMG height=150]Image URL Here.[/IMG][/center][/float right][b]Character Name:[/b] Your character's name.[b]Age:[/b] Age or date of birth acceptable.[b]Physical Appearance:[/b] Physical stats of your character. Distinguishing features.[b]Personality:[/b] Your character's personality currently.[b]What Have They Been Up To:[/b] What's your character been up to in the twenty years since graduating?[b]What Have They Said They've Been Up To:[/b] Is your character lying about what they've been up to? Please explain. If not, put N/A.[b]What Were They Like in High School:[/b] What was your character like in high school?[b]Memorable High School Moments:[/b] A listing of your character's memorable moments in high school, if any.[b]"Most Likely To...":[/b] Was your character voted to be something in the yearbook? I.e. voted Most Likely to Be a Model, etc. Feel free to have fun with it! It is not mandatory, so if you'd not like to put something just put N/A.[b]"In Twenty Years, I'll..."[/b] What would your character's teenage self think that they'd be doing at present?[b]Senior Quote:[/b] What would a quote be for your character in the yearbook? Can be original, fun, or something real and poetic, a creed to live by. It is not mandatory, so if you'd not like to put something just put N/A.[b]Clubs/Athletics:[/b] Was your character a part of any clubs or athletics in high school? If so, please list them here.[b]Likes:[/b] Your character's likes.[b]Dislikes:[/b] Your character's dislikes.[b]Face Claim:[/b] The name or link to the person you're using as a face claim. If you can not find a name, please put N/A[b]Seeking:[/b] What are you looking for with your character? Romance? Shenanigans? This field is where you can put specific things that you're looking for in regard to your character.[b]Connections:[/b] Please list any connections that have been established for your character. This is for you to keep track of, in addition to providing additional avenues for interactions.[list][LI][/LI][LI][/LI][/list][b]Other:[/b] A field for you to put anything that you think is important, whether regarding you or your character, that should be known to the others in the group. (( (Name:Cara Howard Age:38, born June 15thPhysical Appearance:Five feet six inches tall. Slim, petite build. Long dark hair. Personality:Engaging and sociable when needed, particularly with her career. At her heart she's an introvert, but can push herself to be bubbly and welcoming. Neat and clean, organized professionally. Wrestles with self-doubt constantly and feels somewhat regretful with where she's ended up in life. What Have They Been Up To:Cara put her grades to good use and graduated from college with a degree? She's bounced around between jobs and career paths before settling into a career as a real estate agent. There have been a few hits, and more than a bunch of misses, with her dating life. At present, she lives alone in Maryland, and has been married to her job to the point where she's wondered whether it was worth it to be so studious and hard working in school. What Have They Said They've Been Up To:Successful realtor? Successful might depend on the person's definition. What Were They Like in High School:Pretty quiet and reserved in large groups. Always put books and studying before parties and extracurricular activities. She made friends of course, but definitely wasn't a social butterfly, nor did she put much effort into her looks back then. Superficial stuff was meaningless to her when working hard and studying hard was far more important. Memorable High School Moments:During a rare time in which she went to party among friends at a lakeside beach late at night, Cara got particularly drunk and jumped into the lake naked. While it was especially embarrassing at the time, she's looked back on that fondly as a what-could-have-been sort of thing." Most Likely To...":Be a teacher." In Twenty Years, I'll..." Successful, happy, and married with a husband and kids, while having a great teaching career. Senior Quote:"Failure is a great teacher and, if you are open to it, every mistake has a lesson to offer." - Oprah Winfrey Clubs/Athletics:Honor Society. Likes:White wine. All different kinds of music. Traveling. Swimming. Fashion design. Reading. History. Dislikes:Chemistry. Calculus. Sugary sweet stuff. Cold weather. Face Claim:Olivia Unseeing:Open to anything with Cara. I'd ideally like a romantic relationship with someone she might have had a crush on, but never acted on, during high school. But I'm open to anything. Connections:TBDTBDOther:N/A (( (Name:Paola Milano, her friends call her PAO (pronounced like "pow")Age:38 (born Dec 29, 1981Physical Appearance:Stands 5' 9" with a slim and fit build. Very proud of her abs. Olive complexion, hazel eyes, brunette. Has a tattoo of a star on her left shoulder and "Peace of mind" on her lower back. Personality:Paola has no filter and will be quick to tell people when she's hungry, tired, horny, etc. She can be pretty snarky and foul-mouthed but doesn’t try to really hurt someone with her words. She's very sociable and always looking to do stuff with people, going out and having fun in the clubs. PAO is definitely into her glam and loves compliments on her physical appearance. Somewhat vain, she spends a lot of time shopping and at the hairdresser not to mention taking selfies. Paola is a bit of a health nut. She doesn't smoke or eat meat and does Pilates daily. Her favorite music is K-pop. In spite of her outgoing personality, she doesn't like talking about her past. She has a temper like she did in high school, but she tries to focus her emotions positively. What Have They Been Up To:She went to college at Loyola for a couple of years but dropped out when she decides she needed to live her life as a woman? Things were pretty rough for a while there. Her family wouldn't talk to her and expenses ate up a lot of the money she made as the night reception at a hotel. Eventually PAO was able to save enough to got to massage school. Eight years ago she relocated to Miami and opened a spa called the Beach Body Shop. She makes a pretty solid upper middle class income plus having the satisfaction of succeeding on her own. Recently PAO had a bad break-up and wanted to forget some things for a bit so she decided to attend her class reunion. What Have They Said They've Been Up To:She's pretty much honest about everything since she obviously can't hide the big change in her life? However, she does leave out that she did some sex work when she was younger and in need of money. PAO's not exactly ashamed of it as she thinks society needs to get over its puritanical values but It's also not something she's just going to spring on people she hasn't seen in two decades. What Were They Like in High School:Quiet and somewhat sullen. Very much focused on sports. While not a bully, known to have a temper that could result in a fight. Friendliest with female athletes and casually dated a few. Memorable High School Moments:Hitting a walk-off home run to win the state championship with the baseball team." Most Likely To...":Get in a bench-clearing brawl in the World Series." In Twenty Years, I'll..." Coaching baseball after a long career in MLB. Senior Quote:"To thine own self be true." (More inspired by Clueless than Shakespeare)Clubs/Athletics:Men's Baseball, Spanish Club, Track and Field Likes:Clubbing, gardening, hiking and swimming, checking out artists in her Miami neighborhood, sunbathing, food, baseball, pro wrestling, doing hair and make-up, K-pop (especially the boy bands)Dislikes:Overly personal questions, judgmental people, guys who think they're players, being on her feet too long, small children, cooking (because she’s terrible at it)Face Claim:Bianca FreireSeeking:Mainly to get back in touch with people. She had her reasons for being rather closed off back then and would like to have another chance with her peers. And if she finds a fling that takes her mind off her break-up, that would be cool too. Connections:Other:Her name was Nick in high school, accidental dead naming or engendering won't bother her as she knows she's gone through a pretty big change in the last twenty years, but actual transphobia will be handled real quick. (URL Here.) (URL Here.) (URL Here.) Character Name:Ramon de la Rosa Age:39Physical Appearance:Dark brown hair and green eyes. Five feet and nine inches of impeccable style and poise. Ramon loves clothing and always dresses like he has somewhere better to be. His weight and build could best be described as healthy — he goes to the gym every week but has no intention of bulking up or slimming down. Personality:Inherently confident, naturally confrontational, and aggressively compassionate. Enjoys the finer things in life. He can be a bit of a narcissist at times, and he's not sorry about it. Takes care of himself first and foremost, but he's exceptionally fond and doting of the few people that he allows into his inner circle. His razor sharp tongue and quick, relentless wit keep most people at arms length and Ramon prefers it that way. Works hard and plays harder. What Have They Been Up To:Like most aspiring actors he fled to NYC after high school? Unlike most aspiring actors, he didn't wear thataspiringlabel for long. He became an actor. A real Broadway actor up on the stage and underneath the lights. He got lucky. He used the stage name Ray Rose and enjoyed success in theater. Never a lead and only a support, but he didn't mind that. Even did one movie that's become something of a gay classic over the years. He spent most of his early twenties doing an obscene amount of drinking and cocaine. Then he had an overdose and almost died. Went to rehab. Met his first real boyfriend and sobered up. Ditched the name Ray Roseland started going by Ramon. He quit acting the same way he quit drugs and went back to school. Stayed in school for a long time and eventually got a law degree. Broke up with his boyfriend. Moved to Los Angeles and started practicing there — divorce law. He's a big hotshot divorce lawyer and has taken on a few celebrity cases. Hasn't set foot in West Harper since he left even though his mother still lives there. What Have They Said They've Been Up To:Ramon is unabashed about what he's done with his life? He's proud of it. He's out as a gay man and while he's not an open book about the struggles he's had in the past, he's not ashamed of it. Furthermore, he does lie about the coke though. Ramon still uses. He just saves it for special occasions. What Were They Like in High School:He was the quintessential gay boy that everyone knew was gay before even he knew it. Ramon was relentlessly bullied, but Ramon barked back so often (and even got a few bites in) that eventually the line between bully and bullied was muddled. He collected female friends like dolls and bedazzled them with his fashion sense and emotional fluency. Ramon wasn't popular in the traditional sense, but he wasn't an outcast either. He had plenty of friends and as a social butterfly he fluttered between different peer groups. Memorable High School Moments:During his junior year he starred as the titular character of the Thespians Society's rendition of Othello, beating out the seniors for the honor. It was the greatest performance of his life. Despite his later experiences on Broadway, Ramon still regards that dinky little high school production as the most honest work he's ever done. And the most fun." Most Likely To...":Suck A Dick— Win An Oscar." In Twenty Years, I'll..." Be rich and famous. Senior Quote:Life isn't perfect, but your outfit can be. Clubs/Athletics:Thespians Society. Spanish Club. Likes:Fashion. Wining and dining. Gourmet cuisine. Jogging. Spa days. Gossip. Gambling and card games. Travel. Dance. Dislikes:Fast food. Cheap alcohol. Shabby clothes. Dirt and lint. Bad tippers. Optimists. The notion of a one true love. Face Claim:Raúl EsparzaSeeking:Open to all sorts of connections. Old "girlfriends" — either ones that knew he was gay all along and just played along with it or genuinely had feelings for him and didn't believe the rumors. His old friends from the drama and Spanish clubs. The date to senior prom that he charmed and seduced and promised to be with forever...and then never contacted her again after graduation. The bully that he used to bully. An old crush on a man being rekindled after they meet up again. Connections:TBDTBDTBDOther:N/a. (( (Name:Marc Morales Age:38, born September 4Physical Appearance:Marc stands tall at an even six foot and walks with a quiet confidence. His head is buzzed and a short beard lines his jaw. Brown eyes have dimmed in a way that seeing battle can do, but occasionally, his humor will illuminate them with a gleam, and then he's practically the spitting image of his teenage self, just with the subtle creases of age. Personality:The middle child of three, Marc learned from an early age to find comfort in the background. His first instinct is to watch a room before engaging, to blend in until he wants to be seen. The years of doing so have allowed him to hone his observational skills, although he was gifted to begin with, often noticing what many might overlook. Despite his experiences, he has managed to cling to his wit and sense of humor. It's one thing that has kept him sane all this time, since he watches the liquor. Too many secrets. Discretion was one of the things he had prided himself most on, but while he had never before shared what someone else spilled to him, it didn't mean he wouldn't utilize the knowledge if it was of benefit. In other words, he's practically the same Marc from high school, but with less care at current, and perhaps with more desperation and instability. What Have They Been Up To:When he finished a term in the marines, returning to civilian life was strange, and he no longer liked the idea of sitting behind a desk, not any more than he had to? He threw himself into the police academy so he could join West Harper's patrol unit, believing it would be an easy enough adjustment, but the decidedly slow pace of the town became uncomfortable. After nearly a year, he left for New York to join its force, where he became disenchanted from police work as a whole. He transitioned to personal security at twenty-six. An agency oversaw him getting assigned to business people and politicians primarily. He took a bullet for the last principal--the vest protected him, though it got him thinking differently all the same. He originally hadn't planned to come to the reunion, after all, but he decided to do exactly that. Whether for good or bad, well, that remains to seen, no? What Have They Said They've Been Up To:For those who have been curious enough to ask, he has told the truth without going into specifics? His Facebook, the only platform on which he has an "official" account, has seen the occasional picture or status update, never anything personal, even though they usually occurred when he was at his loneliest. Sometimes memes. What Were They Like in High School:With a few exceptions, Marc tried to be careful about rocking the boat, and he wasn't the ambitious sort: he earned straight As but repeatedly came shy of a 4.0; he performed well on the diamond, but he didn't garner the eye of recruiters; sometimes he made one-line quips when called on by teachers. ROTC was the one area in which he pushed himself the hardest. He used his spot on the baseball team to give him access to the parties and the "in" crowd, where he attached himself to one or two of the meatheads as the archetypal sidekick and willingly exposed himself to their influence. He was down for bullying and shenanigans to an extent, never anything that was clearly a bad idea, but he'd stand-off to the side and let the dummies learn the hard way, prepared to lend the assist should things go down how he thought they would. Furthermore, he was reliable like that, just never one someone smart would seek console from; some moments got lucky and only got his ears. Those that got his tongue were probably worse off. Memorable High School Moments:Well, there was that one time he tried to steal a friend's girl because he thought he could treat her better, and there was that other time he hooked up with a closeted guy that he (thought he) could trust to keep it on the down low. His first time partying, he made the mistake of drinking too much, during which he walked up to a girl and proceeded to projectile vomit on her. [Others might come later.]" Most Likely To...":Be a spy." In Twenty Years, I'll..." Possibly be dead somewhere. If not that, then a cozy middle-class job where he could be comfortably fat, complete with the wife and kids. Senior Quote:"Who?" - Future You Clubs/Athletics:ROTC (since sophomore year), baseball Likes:People-watching, working out (stress relief), puzzle games, chess (casually), clubbing sometimes, comedies, tabloids, viewing art (casually), cigarettes (a recent reunion), stupid and gullible people (with limited exposure), human contact, details. He enjoys listening to songs that predate 2001 with a few exceptions from the contemporary rock and rap scenes; he tolerates most other genres. Dislikes:Getting drunk, straying from a plan or having no plan at all (at current, he's more willing to go against this instinct, but it might cause anxiety), acting rashly, hicks, bratty principals, humorless people (primarily off the job), when someone can't sit comfortably in silence, forced small talk, songs with too much screaming Face Claim:Michael MandoSeeking:Open to anything! What might be most fun is Marc outing someone's secret, whether present or past, something with an impact. Other possibilities: rehashes of past drama, a new or rekindled flame (M/M or M/F), vindictiveness, attempted retribution, shenanigans. With his current mindset, he's just as interested in (re)gaining worthwhile connections as he is in rocking the boat, whether solo or by assisting someone else with their endeavors. Connections:Cara - In senior year, Marc asked Cara to tutor him under the guise that he needed the extra help to finish off his schooling strong. She turned him down when he asked her to prom. Ramon - Marc's father and Ramon's mother were acquainted, which opened the door to arranged playmates and regular dinners between the two families. They developed a solid friendship until their masculine peers aged enough to question those boys who were different. Not wanting to be "guilty" by association, Marc distanced himself from Ramon. Late in senior year, Marc discovered his father cheating with Ramon's mother. Angry and hurt by his father's deceit, but unwilling to express these sentiments to the very man who was guilty, he targeted Ramon instead, coaxing his old friend to ride with him to the Senior Sleep Over. He tried to get Ramon to come out to him using a facade of acceptance before locking him into a closet that night. When Ramon was freed, a fight ensued. They hadn't spoken since that night. Kat - Marc might have fed her a false rumor once, thinking it would be funny. It may or may not have blown up. [Looking for the subject of the rumor!] Other:N/A ([IMG height=150] Character Name:Rachel Ocean Age:37Physical Appearance:Tall, usually some sort of dark blonde. Personality:Not particularly extroverted, but can hold her own. Pretty straightforward and honest. Occasionally sarcastic or outspoken. Liberal as heck and firm in her belief in human rights. What Have They Been Up To:This and that? Got married, no children thank all the gods, got divorced, had some other big changes. Came very close to committing suicide at one point, but determined to try one last desperation thing. Patented some techniques, particularly in the medical field, living a pretty good life now. What Have They Said They've Been Up To:Rachel is pretty upfront about facts, especially if people ask the right questions respectfully? But she definitely likes playing around with the past, while staying honest. What Were They Like in High School:Quiet, shy, geeky, and off the radar of most people. Introverted and much more likely to read a book than go to events. Memorable High School Moments:Not much. Almost asked a girl out once." Most Likely To...":Run some kind of nerd company." In Twenty Years, I'll..." Show them all? Nah. They really had no idea, and couldn't truly picture life in their 40s, but it worked out ok. Senior Quote:"Life is not trite, it's merely survived, if you're walking outside the fire." Clubs:They were a spelling bee champion, valued member of the chess club, helped at the anime club, and an expert at trivia league. Likes:Beautiful outfits, beautiful women, books, cats, a fairly quiet life mixed with some excitement. Is equally comfortable in fancy situations or camping in the woods. Has a real love of fantastic food, and has gone on trips just for restaurants. Dislikes:Bigots, haters, homophobic people, sexist bullshit, pushy people, human rights and dignity violators, the usual. Face Claim:Jaime Clayton Seeking:Romance is good. She currently has no partners. Mostly just going to the reunion for curiosity and a little bit of wondering What If, and to see if anyone recognizes her. It's something interesting to do. Not like she had much else on her schedule. Connections:TBD, open to possibilities Other:Enough information is available on the internet to figure out who and what she is, with some decent Google skills. Especially if people know what she patented, that has some good clues. (( URL Here.) (Name:Katalina DubrinksyAge:38. Physical Appearance:Standing at 5'8 Katalina or Kat to her friends was and is the girl to be. Naturally slim with rounding hips and ass. A cleavage of just the right size, long luxurious mid GHG black hair and bright intelligent brown eyes. PersonalityBright and outgoing Kat is a social butterfly she makes it her business to know everything about everyone. This isn't always seen as a good quality as she tends to know a lot of dark secrets as well. Hardworking and extremely likeable by both men and women. What Have They Been Up To:After Kat left school she went on to university where she studied business? From there she got a job working for Snap & Chat a small-time magazine company. She worked there for a few years before getting involved in Trinity a bigger much more up market magazine and has worked her way up the corporate ladder. She is now leading Editor of the magazine and is in line for promotion. What Have They Said They've Been Up To:N/What Were They Like in High School:Captain of the Cheerleading squad? Queen Bee of the campus, Prom Queen. Memorable High School Moments:Becoming a cheerleader. Dating Trevor Park Captain of the football team and being prom queen Also when the school chose an article she wrote to represent them in a writing competition"Most Likely To...":Be a single mom"In Twenty Years, I'll..."Married to a house with a white fence and two perfect children Senior Quote Try your hardest every day. Who knows what you will acomploshClubs/Athletics:Cheer Squad Likes:Writing, photos, shopping sunbathing, ogling hot guys Dislikes:cheating, bullies, fur, bad hair Face Claim:Catherine Zeta Jones Seeking:Romance, fun with old squad. A good time Connections:Please list any connections that have been established for your character. This is for you to keep track of, in addition to providing additional avenues for interactions. Other:A field for you to put anything that you think is important, whether regarding you or your character, that should be known to the others in the group.[/quote] (( (Name:Katheryn Smith Age:38Physical Appearance:5'6" (168 cm) high, 56 kg, slim and well toned body, long and silky blond hair, bluish-Grey eyes, naturally full lips, fair skin Personality:Shy, introverted, a bit socially awkward, nerdy, bookish, used to be the ugly duckling at High School, but turned into a beautiful woman (the irony is that she is kinda embarrassed by her current looks)What Have They Been Up To:After graduating from High School she studied International Relations in Georgetown University. Moved to Britain to continue her studies in Oxford, where she got her Master's Degree and Ph.D. Toured around Europe, both for tourism but also as a teacher in some prestigious Universities. When she got back to the States worked for a short while at the State Department, but she preferred Academia than actual politics. Had some brief relationships, but nothing too serious. What Have They Said They've Been Up To:She downplayed her achievements and avoids bragging about them What Were They Like in High School:She was the quintessential nerd at High School? She loved and still loves Star Wars, Warhammer, Lord of the Rings, Star Trek, and many more. Not particularly pretty, wore braces on her teeth, very shy, but very smart. What saved her from being bullied too much was the fact that she came from a rich family, living in the Colonial Heights area. Memorable High School Moments:Took part in a chess tournament (did not go very far, but still); Second place at a Debates Competition;"Most Likely To...":Become a lonely cat lady"In Twenty Years, I'll..." Be a science fiction novelist! Senior Quote:Fear is the mind killer Clubs/Athletics:Debate Club, spent some time in the Chess Club, wrote some articles for the school paperlike:Nerdy StuffBooksHistoryMoviesGamesInternational Relations (duh)Dislikes:Bullies Loud Parties Having to talk on the phoneJocksFace Claim:Katheryn WinnickSeeking:Romance (can be either F/F or M/F). She wants to confront some of the people who made fun of her. Wants to learn to open up more and have some fun. Connections:TBD, open to suggestions Other:She considers herself a bisexual, though leans more towards women, still closeted about it though. (( (Name:Audra Harris Age:37 | February 10th, 1983Physical Appearance:Audra is a petite woman who claims to be 5'4 1/2", but really barely manages to eke out 5'4" if she stretches her spine as hard as she can. Her figure is slim, but with plenty of curves, and beneath her silky, flawless brown skin are well-toned muscles that she no-doubt works hard to maintain. She has a sweet, lyrical voice that makes her sound like a woman ten years her junior, but it suits her youthful energy and ageless good looks. Personality:Confident | Witty | Brave | Gregarious | Creative | Easily Bored | Vivacious | Playful | Flighty | Crass | Fierce | Protective What Have They Been Up To:After high school, Audra attended Penn State with a small athletic scholarship. She was a member of the cheerleading squad, as well as competing for the women's gymnastics and majoring in Digital Multimedia Design. In her time at school, she won several medals for gymnastics and became the co-captain of her cheer squad, as well as joining one of Penn State's many LGBTQ+ organizations in her sophomore year. She had her first serious none relationship the summer prior to Junior year, and moved in with her girlfriend and a couple of roommates rather than returning to the dorms. The relationship ended after six months, however, and her girlfriend moved out. College was...college, and Audra grew up a lot, learned a lot about herself and stopped caring so much about what other people thought of her. Especially people she, herself, didn't think much of. Coming out as pansexual did a lot to banish her need for peer approval, and helped her to recognize how much damage she'd done in high school simply by not speaking up. She also took her academics more seriously, despite still loving the athletic pursuits she as involved in, and her grades improved considerably over the course of her undergraduate study. By the time she graduated, she had a 3.8 GPA and a much better outlook on herself and her life than she'd had in high school. After college, she became a freelance graphic designer and artist, basically taking on commercial work to keep herself in food and rent while she pursued her passion in digital art and media. She worked for a few companies to design logos, or websites, sometimes creating layouts for their print media in stores and advertisements. She did well for herself, but her real dream was to create her own animated show featuring her character designs. Furthermore, she wanted to help write, as well, developing a kid's cartoon about a young mixed-race girl and her struggles growing up, finding her place in the world and dealing with the difficulties life throws at you. To that end, she eventually managed to break into animation, and while the show she currently works on isn't her own, and she doesn't have much say in the writing, she can see the finish line, finally. She also sees how media and the world is changing, allowing for more chances for the show she has in mind to exist, perhaps even thrive. What Have They Said They've Been Up To:N/What Were They Like in High School:Audra in high school was one of the blessed popular girls, someone naturally athletic, graceful and comfortably upper-middle class? While she was never the girl who would treat others as lesser-than, or spread vicious rumors behind their backs, she also never defied those in her peer group who did. She was nice enough when no one was looking, but she was too concerned with losing her status to dare offer kindness to the unfortunates when her so-called friends might see. She did well in school, but never bothered putting in the effort on her studies required for her to really excel academically, so she was a solid B student. Most of her time and effort was devoted to cheerleading, gymnastics and volleyball, all of which she did quite well. Memorable High School Moments:Winning Cheerleading Nationals her junior and senior years. Being nominated for prom queen, but losing out to her best friend. Getting wasted at a party summer before senior year and making out with a girl for the first time. Getting in a wreck in her first car only a week after she got it for her 16th birthday, and not being allowed to drive for six months as punishment." Most Likely To...":...date someone famous." In Twenty Years, I'll..."...be an Olympic gold medalist for gymnastics and married to Warren G. Senior Quote:"But still, like air, I'll rise." Clubs/Athletics:Cheerleading | Gymnastics | Volleyball | Student Council (Secretary)Likes:Dancing | Fast Cars | Champagne | Chocolate | Rare Steak | Working Out | Conversation | Fashion | Indie Films | Old-School Rap | Swimming | Flirting | Art | Breaking Rules | Designer Stilettos Dislikes:Judgmental People | Beer | Humorless People | Violent People | Arrogance | Boring Conversation | Bland Food | Two-Faced People Face Claim:Meagan Good Seeking:Revisiting old drama; potential fling/romance; creating a scandal; discovering a secret. Connections:Please list any connections that have been established for your character. This is for you to keep track of, in addition to providing additional avenues for interactions. Other:Audra has a 10-year-old daughter from a particularly messy relationship that ended not long after the baby was born. Her ex spent a couple of years incarcerated for drug possession and carrying a concealed weapon, since the cops found a firearm in his glove box when they searched his vehicle after pulling him over. Their relationship is contentious, and she only puts up with him for her daughter's sake.

Class of 2000 - Information Thread|rating:3.0

The House Of Years (Beatrice Black and Zelos)

The house at the edge of town had stood empty for three years. Not many could afford to reopen and refurbish a Victorian manor. The National Trust had shown interest, but the house really needed too much work. And so it sat empty, silent, and supposedly haunted. Greg Collins looked around warily as he approached the gap in the fence surrounding the house, then ducked inside, holding his digital camera. A tall man in his early twenties, with short brown hair and gray eyes, he looked over the boarded-up manor, took his first picture, and walked up to try the door. The yard was over grown by the various plants that could grow there, it was in some sense as if it had been bonded for a much longer time than just 3 years. Upon feeling at the door it was locked, but a quick jab on the door made the lock fall apart allowing the door to open if loudly in a spooky sense Greg winced at the noise, looked around furtively... but there was no-one living within half a mile, no-one to hear. He stepped inside, turning on his torch and pointing its beam at the floor, taking care where he stepped. Autumn leaves slid across the stone floor in the breeze from the open door. There were few old paintings hanging on the walls, though the paint had long gone eroded away or been torn off, few items was on the floor and some furniture had been destroyed by the passage of time. A stair further into the hall went to the floor above. Greg raised his torch and squinted at the spoiled paintings, looking to see if he could tell what any of them might be. There were gaps on the walls of the hallway where the more valuable pictures had been removed when the house closed, but he was surprised to see so many. One caught his eye. A portrait of a young woman, with dark hair and slim features, wearing a formal Victorian gown. From what he could make out, she was beautiful. He took a photograph, adjusting the flash to 'fill', to catch the details of the painting. Some of the pictures was of a man though who was impossible to tell, they were just too badly damaged. The female looked like she was, at best, 25 years old. While he is was looking around he heard from the stair behind him steps as if someone were walking up them, He gazed at the painting thoughtfully. "I wonder who she was..." he whispered. Then he heard what sounded like footsteps behind him. Startled, he spun around, swinging the torch to shine on the hall's grand staircase. There was nothing there, no one was standing there or anything, it was completely empty not even in the dust could steps be seen. But then he heard steps again now from above it on the next floor He let out a sigh of relief as he saw nothing. "Just the house settling..." Then he head footsteps up above. He looked back towards the door, thinking of running. The door was closed, and the lock was back together, how was that possible? There had been no sounds of it closing or anything. A giggling was heard from above, a beautiful voice of a woman giggled or was it his mind playing tricks? He gasped, and took a step towards the door - then stopped and turn about sharply as he heard the laughter." Who's there?" he asked, his voice echoing through the empty hall. Nothing was heard in return, it was all quiet. If there was anything it was on the upper floor Grimacing, he turned back to the door, to test the lock again. The lock was sealed to shut now, it was impossible opening it Greg rattled the door, punched it, then stepped back and shivered." Who's there?" He was given no reply, though a giggle was heard from the floor above again "Hello?" he called up, turning his torch beam towards the balcony running around the hall. Still nothing, he would need to go up to find out what was there Pointing his torch at the floor, he stepped over towards the stairwell and tested his weight on the first step. It could hold his weight, while indeed the house was old the stairs could easily hold any men weight, things being completely quiet He winced as the next step creaked, but it held. And the next, and the next. Finally, he reached the landing. He found more paintings there, and along the corridor to the right was a carpet, a long one., and one of the rooms had some light coming out Glancing at the paintings, he made his way along the corridor towards the light. Feeling the weight of his torch, in case he had to sue it as a club, he reached for the handle of the door. The door opened with a squeal and soon enough was open, inside he found a few candles lit, it was a females bedroom and spider webs were all over the walls, but on the bed he found old cloths of a female. Who ever could it have belonged to? "Hello?" he called out, looking down at the clothes, at the candles, then at the other door leading off from the boudoir, presumably to a bathroom or toilet. Stepping towards it, he knocked on the door. "Are you in there?" He heard nothing, but he felt himself suddenly being overwhelmed by an urge to try those cloths, after all who would see in an empty house? Looking back, he stepped over to the bed, looking at the clothes that were laid out as if waiting for someone to get dressed. He reached down to touch the floor-length satin ball gown that lay the length of the bed. It was made of a style which one would expect belonging to the era of the house, but unlike the rest it looked like it was recently done and upon looking at it all he just wanted to wear it more, it just could actually look nice "What am I thinking?" he whispered as he gazed at the beautiful dress. But he could feel himself shrugging off his jacket, feel his shoelaces untying. Was he doing this? Was some unseen force undressing him? Perhaps there was, or just manipulating his little mind. He continued undressing and when he was completely naked a wardrobe opened and inside he found old trashed cloths due to age, except for some underwear. They were as nice as the dress, and he felt equally compelled to put those on at first He wanted to run as the wardrobe opened by itself, but found he could only raise one foot at a time to let a pair of silk stockings roll up over his legs, then pull on a pair of soft, frilled white drawers." No..." he whispered as a silk chemise lowered over his head. From the wardrobe came the corset out getting around him, as it tightened around him the waste got smaller while the rump went out forming a nice round rump, tickling sensation occurred at the chest area as breasts started growing Each item of clothing transformed him more. The stockings and garters gave him smooth, shapely legs, the soft drawers moved his hips apart, the chemise lowering over his head and arms began to change them... He moaned helplessly as the satin-lined corset closed around him and began to lace itself tightly, forcing his waist inwards and his chest up... he could feel his chest heave with each tug on the laces, and grow out, filling the bust with the corset." Stop! Please! I'm not a woman! I don't want to be a woman!" The bust of the corset was anything but small either, his chest was soon filling it completely as the hips were wide as well, he felt the shaft now going back into him to form female folds. By the time the underskirt flew onto him...her the hair grew longer and more feminine, facial structure changed with the skirt and there was little left of a physical male appearance." Why wouldn't you want to be a guy? Being a girl is better~" a voice said inside his mind, a rather compelling one at that "No," he moaned softly as he pushed long, silky dark hair away from his face with slender hands. "I'm a man," he murmured, in a sweetly girlish voice." I'm a man," he repeated as he felt his manhood pull inwards, as his nimble hands helped tie the floor-length petticoat around his legs." I'm a man!" he insisted with a womanly gasp as a sleeveless corset cover tightened itself around his shapely figure. The cloths continued being pulled onto him with force. But each now addition only made it harder for him to say he was a man, the thoughts seemed to say otherwise soon as he yelled he was a woman, "she was a woman" was what he eventually said. She had by now gained a figure perfect for childbirth and more "I'm a..." His voice trailed off as a bustle and flounces tied itself to his waist, then a flowing satin underskirt. Looking in the mirror he could see only a dark-haired girl in full, beautiful Victorian underclothes. Taking a step, he found himself instinctively holding the skirt to let him walk, and felt shoes fasten onto his feet, strapping him into slight high heels. Finally, the gown rose over him, and he tried to keep his arms from rising to let it on, but could not stop them. Unseen hands pulled the full skirt over his layers of underskirts and bustle, settling comfortably, fitted his corseted waist and heaving bosom into the sweetheart neckline, pushed his delicate arms into the small puffed sleeves, and closed the surrounding dress. He could still feel them working, drawing satin opera gloves up his arms, pulling his long black hair up and around as they teased it into an elegant style, fastening strings of pearls around his slender neck and pushing earrings into his ears, gently brushing his face with hints of makeup, snapping open a fan and pressing it into his gloved hand. The hands let go at last, leaving him completely transformed. Gazing back from the now clean and shining mirror was the girl from the portrait. (was now her. He was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She gasped, tried to scream, and fainted. Upon awakening, she found herself in the same room, but it was new, newly done. Perfect in the light and the mirrors were no longer broken with pieces along the floor, window was intact as well and the room was nicely decorated. Victorian makeup was near the mirror nicely placed and all cloths in the wardrobe was new as well. The entire house was new, and she was in the19th century soon to meet her new husband "No..." she whispered. "It can't be... it's impossible..." She rose from the chaise-tongue, gazing around the room. There was no trace of her male clothing... no sign of her male self at all. Going to the window, feeling the bustle and train of her dress drag behind her, she looked down at a well-ordered garden and glowing gas streetlights beyond the estate wall." I'm her." She returned to the dressing mirror, to gaze at herself. She turned slowly, taking in every detail of the beautiful gown and ensemble she now wore. She felt a strange swell of pride at how beautiful she was, found herself smiling as she admired herself." This is... wonderful..." Then she frowned slightly. "No. I have to get out. I'm a man. My name is Grace... I mean... Greg..."" My name is Grace," she repeated, and turned to leave her room, to see if her husband was ready to take her to the ball. The servants were walking around with some books her husband had recently acquired while the maids, perhaps some were too young for graces taste, cleaned everything. Grace saw the picture that had been done the day before by one of the less good artists, it didn't portrait her in the way she had wanted herself to be. A little bit too much like a commoner. Her husband wasn't cheap on getting stuff for her or of her, he did love how she loved and wanted everyone to know who had the most beautiful woman in the city. Grace got down from the stairs by the time her husband Zero got through the door, a butler holding up the door She stood on the grand staircase as her handsome husband entered, allowing him to see her in her new Worth ballgown." Welcome home, my darling." Seeing him thrilled her. The idea that she herself had ever been a man seemed absurd even to her. Thiswas a man. Daintily listing the hem of her skirt an inch, she stepped down to meet him. He walked over to her kissing her deeply as he took her into his powerful arms holding her close. If he knew about it all could not be told, but he did indeed love the woman he was holding in his arms. "Glad to be here my love" "We just have time for a spot of dinner before the carriage has to take us to the ball." She smiled bashfully. "Do I look alright?" "You look stunning" he said in a warm carrying voice before taking her arm taking her to the large dinning room where some of the servants stood waiting for them to arrive, so dinner could be served for the lovely couple She smiled blissfully as he walked her to the dining room, gazing at him, only occasionally glancing at the new lavishly decorated rooms of her new home. She grinned as he held the chair for her, moving backwards as she sat to preserve the lines of her skirt from creases. It seemed absolutely natural to do so, as if she had been raised a girl in this time and knew everything she should. He pushed the chair and her in gently before sitting down next to her. The butler came out with their dinner like they always had on this evening serving it for them with silver knife and fork at their disposal to use Grace felt like she had not eaten in days... She had not eaten in more than a century, she realized with a faint smile. The corset prevented her overeating, and she found herself taking small bites. Ladylike manners replaced her old habits again, and she was glad of this. She wanted to be perfect. They spent an hour eating together and did it in fine manner. By the time they were done their carriage had arrived, and he was helping her outside and into it "Men can get ready so much more quickly than we can," she thought as he went upstairs to change into his white tie and tailcoat. She smiled at the idea, remembering all the boring things she had been forced to wear as a man, delighting at her new future in beautiful gowns. He came down shortly after he was done, wearing a newly bought fine tie as he approached her taking her arm gently "ready my love?" "Absolutely." She smiled happily as she took his arm, admiring how handsome he looked. He took her to the carriage helping her inside as he told the driver to take them to the ball steadily. He sat down next to her holding her close smiling at her. It felt perfectly natural for her to travel by carriage... and arm in arm with her husband. She knew that she had only been Grace for a matter of minutes, but it felt entirely familiar to be her. The husband held her tight to him as they rode toward a mansion on a hill where the ball was She smiled happily to see the mansion getting closer, to see other carriages approaching, other ladies and gentlemen so beautifully dressed - but not so much as she and her beloved, of course. As they reached the grand entrance, a footman opened the carriage door and folded down the steps for them. Grace rose to stand as her husband lead the way, taking his hand and daintily stepping down. He took her down from the carriage and into the mansion, the room where it all would be was very large and had the fanciest of lights there could be, electrical, while he showed her around. He had hopped he would make a few more business partners here She blinked at the electrical chandeliers... even though they seemed the most normal thing in this room to her former self, she felt her new self's surprise at them all the same. She allowed her husband to guide her, as she nodded and curtsied lightly to ladies and gentlemen they passed by. He held her close and took her to the businessmen he was interested in, speaking with them about various forms of deals they could possibly do She half listened to talk of imports from the Colonies. Her eyes wandering to the men's wives and their gowns, comparing them to her own... feeling a small thrill of pride that she was the most beautiful. Indeed, she was the most beautiful, and she got many jealous looks from the wives, especially the few that were trophy wives. Eventually he took her to go and get themselves some food She smiled kindly at their envious glances, certain that their husbands would reassure them... unless they gazed at her as she was lead away, of course. She hid a smirk as she turned on a heel, pulled her skirt's train daintily to swing it, and walked with her beloved." I swear, we ate just an hour ago, Cook will be beside herself." But she smiled as he helped her into a seat before the array of sweetmeats and canapés. "Not too much... I want you to take me onto the dance floor." He sat down beside her smiling, looking at her holding his hand "what would a ball like this be without a dance with the most beautiful woman here?" He naturally meant every word of the sentence as he looked at her "A terrible disappointment to the woman in question," she answered with a warm smile. "And to me as well," she added with a self-deprecating chuckle. She knew that he meant her, and she thrilled at the idea of being beautiful, but she still had some of her former life's sense of humor. He chuckled enjoying the sense of humor she had, taking her hand as he kissed her on the cheek smiling. Whatever she was, if it was intended or not she could not tell but he obviously loved everything about her Smiling happily, she sat back and turned her attentions to the buffet table and her options. Perhaps a little sliced ham, some cheese... He helped her to get what she wanted, asking what she specific wanted as he picked them for her "The peppered ham looks good, and the Dutch cheese to go with it. Not too much, I still feel quite full from dinner." "Of course dear" He said giving it to her as she wished before taking for himself, he didn't take much either as the rest got theirs as well She ate lightly, savoring the tastes, sipping daintily from her champagne glass. She looked around the dining room as she did, fascinated by the new world she found herself in, the new life that she had been drawn into and now embraced. The evening moved on with eating and talking, the ladies were still incredibly jealous of her and gave her frown looks. When it was finally over he helped her back into the carriage and sat with her. "Did you enjoy the evening dear?" She responded to their frowning expressions with light smiles, refusing to let them upset her as her husband took her to waltz on the dance floor. As he finally leads her away, his hand on her small waist, she smiled. "It was a wonderful night, one of the most wondrous of my life..." He helped her inside and joined her, giving her a kiss on the check as he held her close. "Every night is wonderful with you around" She smiled, feeling herself blush at her newfound husband's welcome affections. "And so it is with you, my darling..." He took his arms around her to hold her close ADN lovingly She leaned in to his embrace, with a contented sigh. He held her close still, whispering into her ear. "How about when we get home we finish of this perfect day with even more fun~" Grace smiled and gave a small nod of approval. She looked back on her former life, and knew Greg had never been as happy as she was now, transformed into a married woman in Victorian times. He held her until they were back at the mansion, once there they were helped off and walked upstairs toward their bedroom, he smiled at her, She smiled back at her loving husband as he guided her up the stairs. She daintily held the front of her skirt aside to climb the steps, feeling entirely comfortable and happy in her absolutely feminine style and attire. Once they were back in their love room he gently helped her to take of those many cloth she AHD on, kissing her neck lightly "mummy such a beauty~" It took time, and skill, to undress her. First the gown, unfastened at the back and slid down, then the underskirt and bustle followed, before he undid her corset cover as she slid off her petticoats. He continued to kiss and caress her exposed neck and cleavage as she unfastened her corset and exhaled. She was glad to find that after the clothes transformed her, she was not reverting to her former male state as she shed them. She would remain in this time and form for the rest of her life, and probably endure a lot of it all and feel the great pleasure and joys of her new womanhood. He kissed her body all over once she was naked, lightly rubbing her breasts as he kissed them while placing her down on their large bed Once she slid off her drawers, she had a moment to admire her naked form, so supple, so lovely. Then she turned from looking down, to her reflection, to her husband as he caressed her now-freed body. She smiled as he laid her on the bed, preparing herself for him to take her. He undressed himself in front of her erotically to get her ready, once done he got over her kissing all over her body, triggering her new sensitive nerves all over the female body she now had and was just waiting for him, She moaned in sensual pleasure as he kissed and caressed her, and breathed "I love you" as he slid up to kiss her soft lips, as she felt him slip inside her. He kissed her eagerly and deeply "Love you too~" He responded slowly sliding his long erect shaft into her deep wetness, going all the way inside before slowly starting to thrust She closed her eyes, giving herself over to him, letting him prove forever that she was now a woman. Furthermore, he didn't save on it, holding her rump as he thrust in and out of her wetness She gasped and moaned at this wonderful new pleasure. Furthermore, he leaned down, kissing all over her breasts as he fucked her, his shaft throbbing inside of her She felt the shiver of climax, and again, and again, absolute proof that she was now and forever the woman she now so wanted to be. Eventually she felt him erupt into her, his semen getting inside of her as he moaned loudly "Mmm..." She relaxed and lay back as he softened and withdrew, enjoying the last tingles of pleasure, placing a dainty hand on his strong chest. He laid down next to her snuggling her close kissing her deeply "My love" he said while carrying her cheek She leaned in to his caress, enjoying his loving touch on her sensitive skin. She remembered shaving that cheek just this morning - hard to believe she had changed so wonderfully since then. "I am so glad I met you, darling... so glad I have become your wife." He looked at her, smiling as he held her lovingly close to him. "And I'm happy I found you" He gave her cheek a kiss She smiled and closed her eyes, leaning in to her husband's strong embrace, resting her head against his athletic chest, utterly content in her new life. He slept with her close to his body, holding her all night as the two lovers slept. Eventually being awaked by the rays of the sun hitting their eyes If she dreamed, she did not remember it as the sun streamed in through the lace curtains across the windows. She stirred, smiling sleepily at her beloved. Her first full day as a woman - the idea pleased her more than she would have expected when she woke the day before. He was still asleep by her side, sleeping tightly facing away from her. Outside She could hear how the servants were doing their work She slid over and rested a hand on his arm, hoping to wake him gently. Slowly he started waking up, eventually opening his eyes and seeing her which made a smile grow on his face. "Good morning honey" "Good morning, my love." She smiled brightly at her husband. "So, what are we doing today?" "I have a meeting I must attend, and I guess you will meet some of the other ladies" He smiled at her, feeling along the side of her beautiful body "Will you back in time for luncheon?" She rested her hand on his as he stroked her full hip, smiling lovingly at the man who had made her glad of her new femininity. "I'll be back for dinner" He gave her a kiss on the lips before standing to get dressed She nodded, thinking to herself that this must be hours away... that she wanted to be with him at all times. He gave her a finally passionate kiss before leaving, a little while later a maid came in "Would you need anything madam?" she asked She slipped on a lace-trimmed silk robe to walk to the bedroom door and watch her husband go down the stairs and wave him off, then returned to their room. She smiled as the maid entered. "Have someone draw a bath for me, and lay out a walking outfit if you would." As if the pleasures of her new form were not enough, the idea of being pampered and waited on added to the appeal of her life as Grace. The maid nodded and headed off, coming back quarter of an hour later telling that the bath was hot and ready for her By this time, Grace had brushed out her hair, luxuriating in every stroke of its silky length. Everything about this life is delightful, she thought to herself and smiled. Drawing her robe about herself, she followed the maid to the bathroom. In there was the small pool in the floor filled with water for her to go into, the water being hot and nice and clearly so from the steam coming up "Hope it's to your liking madam", she could also smell they had added oils to the water She dipped a dainty toe in, and nodded. "Yes, thank you. I shan't be long, I shall need an outfit laid out." She found it as natural to speak in her new ladylike manner as it was to move in it. She knew that she was once a man, but it felt right to be a lady. "Of course madam" the maid said before walking off, coming back little later with cloths and towel for her to use once she got out of her bath She dried herself off, carefully patting her skin dry, before going through to be helped into her underlines, petticoats, corset and finally her bustled visiting dress. She was delighted by what she saw. "Is it to your delight madam?" the maid asked finishing the last piece of the clothing "Excellent. Thank you, Jean." She knew the maid's name without prompting... just as she knew her own. The dress and jacket (were quite flattering, as she admired her reflection she was reminded of quite how beautiful she now was. Jean smiled and continued helping her, after all Jean was more or less her personal maid to help her at any given time. "Would madam like to be in the garden today some?" "After luncheon. I intend to visit the city this morning." Jean nodded "Shall I tell the chauffeur to prepare for your departure to the city then?" "Please do, Jean." She smiled at the thought of having a personal coachman... she had fallen into a life of luxury. Jean nodded and walked off, telling the chauffeur to get everything ready for the Lady of the house which he did rather quickly She pinned a matching hat in place, pulled on her gloves, then walked out of her boudoir to go to the front door, where Jean awaited with a matching Capulet and parasol. Servants bowed and curtsied as she went, reminding her of her new role. In this house, she was a princess... Jean stood there and waited, smiling seeing her. The chauffeur opened the door for them as Jean helped the lady of the house inside before joining to make sure everything went her way all the time She smiled as she saw Jean in her own shawl and hat. A day ago she would have thought her outfit was the loveliest she had ever seen, before seeing what she would wear herself in her new life. She waited for her hat to be pinned on and her Capulet tied in place before venturing out... seeing her new world in daylight for the first time reinforcing how real it was as she mounted the steps up into the carriage, sitting with practiced grace as her new self had hundreds of times. The carriage started moving shortly after Jean joined her, and they headed into the city where activity was going on like any normal day But it was hardly a normal day for her - she had never been here before, even though everyone around her thought she had, and she instinctively knew how to behave, overcoming the temptation to gape like a tourist. Still, she gazed in concealed wonder at her new world. "Where would you want to go first Madam?" Jean asked looking at her as the carriage moved on "I am to meet some friends for luncheon." She knew this to be true. "Very well" She told the chauffeur where it was, they had gone there many times before of course. After a while they were at the location and jean helped her off She managed not to gasp in wonder as she looked at the pavilion of the Crystal Palace, long demolished in her former lifetime, as she stepped down and balanced casually on her high heels, smoothing down her heavy layers of skirts before opening her parasol and beginning to walk towards the pavilion where other wives of her husband's business partners awaited. She smiled as she saw them. They smiled as they sat there waiting for her like they usually did, she is the last one to gather wasn't too uncommon, one moved aside lightly to let her sit down next to her "Thank you, Emily," she said, taking a seat and looking around the table. Each of the women was lovely, but she realized that was the most beautiful. Servants came in pouring up drinks for them as all the females starting talking about various things She daintily sipped her tea as she listened to her new contemporaries' conversations. Such polite and elegant language, complimenting one another warmly on their attire and style. She had found such a lovely new life. Occasionally they went on the topic of talking dirt with one another about husbands and more, eventually they looked at her, She felt herself blush. "I fear I have no complaints there, dears. Except perhaps that I would have him with me more often." "But sweetie, there must be something dirtier in his baggage. It won't leave this room like it always have" one of them took the tea pot pouring up more for the rest including her, She smirked and shook her head. "The cleaner the sheet the dirtier the action" another one in a red dress said, smirking back Grace shook her head and half smiled, taking another sip of her tea. She could hardly tell her the real secret, of course, that just yesterday she had been a man. Not as if they would believe her, they remembered her for much longer. But the little girl party continued as they take about various things, eating sweets and drinking tea. "So, who plans to attend Ascot?" She already had an outfit and hat in mind. Everyone looked at her and said they would naturally attend it, the conversation quickly going on about it and what cloths to wear and what to not wear "I have a mind for a striking figure, a new walking suit all in white and trimmed with black." She was imagining herself as Audrey Hepburn in My Fair Lady. The idea of being such a center of attention dressed so beautifully thrilled her. Wearing feminine clothing was an unexpected but undeniable pleasure. The girls liked at her, smiling. "That sounds like a deliciously beautiful" one said smiling "I hope so. I must admit I want all eyes on me." "If you wear that You are certain to acquire all of them" "I most definitely shall, then." She smirked. The little grouping for the females continued for a few hours before they all started leaving. Outside was the chauffeur who had taken her there earlier waiting still. She bade farewell to her friends, clasping hands and kissing cheeks, having very much enjoyed her luncheon with them. She did wonder at how much she liked to dress up and be admired by men and complimented by her fellow women on her beauty. It should have been strange, but it was undeniably pleasing. The chauffeur opened ADN helped her in. "Where would m'lady want to go next?" He asked knowing she usually did other things after these meetings She considered her options. This was the first full day of her wonderful new life, what should she do? Something she could never have done as a modern man." I need a new walking dress for Ascot." "Same store as usual?" he looked at her "Indeed," she said with a soft incline of her head. He nodded and got up at his pace, taking the cart to her favorite store which was among the most expensive stores in the entire city She stopped herself gasping at the opulence of the Knightsbridge boutique they approached. She smiled at the footman folding down the carriage steps for her and then holding the door for her to enter. The owner of the store came to her smiling "Hello madam, Can I help you?" she asked, the owner was quite used that shed come in sometimes Grace smiled. "A walking dress. For Ascot. White lace, accented with black and white satin bows. To match my hat and parasol." The owner quickly heads off and comes out with exactly what she asks for in her size A quick fitting to confirm that it will fit perfectly and be quite unique... "You look fantastic madam" the owner said smiling at her, She smiled back, then turned back to the mirror to admire herself, feeling so proud of her beauty. The butler she usually kept around stands there looking as well "Anything else you would enjoy from here madam?" "Oh, no, I prefer to visit separately for each outfit and be fussed over fully." "Alright madam, pleasure doing business like always. Have a splendid time until next time" She smiled and inclined her head before making her way out, the door being held for her. The coachman hurried to pick up the boxes she had acquired and load them into the back of the carriage. Once she was all set and done the driver took her back to the mansion, holding the door open for her and helping her out and off She strode through her home, gazing around it, remembering how the day before it had been a ruin. And she had been a man. She could hardly believe either now, her new life was so much better. She found around her there were constantly someone to help her with anything her heart could ever desire She found herself smiling at this new life of feminine luxury. "Anything you would want Mistress?" a butler came to her asking "I should rest until afternoon tea," she said, making the way to her room and her chaise tongue. He nodded and let her walk back up, when the time came he started preparing the tea for her Lying on the couch, taking the weight off her high-heeled feet, she felt completely comfortable as Lady Grace. She is woken up later by the bell of the tea, the butler came in putting it down for her along with some snacks She thanks him by name as she sits up, smoothing down her skirts. "How long until my husband is due for dinner?" she asks him. "Not for another two hours Madam" he said in a polite tone to her, She sighs wistfully as she sips her afternoon tea, remembering her husband's strong arms around her. About two hours later she heard the doors open as a figure entered the large house As she heard the door opening, and the comings and going below, she had already changed into her navy velvet dinner dress, a locket around her slender neck and hair coiled and styled about her head. She was thrilled by how lovely she looked, and hoped that her husband would enjoy the spectacle as much as she enjoyed providing it as she stepped out onto the balcony to join him. He looked up seeing her, a wide smile slowly growing as she came down. "You look fantastic my love~" He took her into his arms giving her a long passionate kiss She returned her husband's smile as she moved into his strong arms, yielding blissfully to his kiss. He slowly broke the kiss, moving away some hair from her face smiling at her "How was your day my love?~" "Too long without you, my dearest," she murmured. "Still, I have my ensemble for Ascot next week, I cannot wait for you to see me in it..." "Neither can I~" He nuzzles her before starting to walk to the dinning room She walked with him, on his arm. They sat down as the maids and butlers served them their food, him sitting next to her and happily eating She enjoyed the flourish of moving the train of her skirt to one side to sit, a butler having to position the chair for her. She supped her broth with a buttered bread roll, then ate delicate slices of the fried sole in anchovy sauce that followed, sipping wine before the main course of curried beef. The beef smelled delicious as it was served to both of them. Her husband sitting near her smiling at her occasionally as he ate the food She smiled back lovingly as she enjoyed her meal with her heightened palate." Have you plans for the evening?" she asked as the servants moved between courses. "Nothing more than spend time with the love of my life" He kissed her cheek as he finished that sentence smiling still "I hope you shan't be back too late then," she said with a teasing smile, before leaning in to his kiss. "Might we go out?" "If you wish, did you have any place in mind?" He took an arm around her and held her close She slid close, resting against her husband's strong chest. "Perhaps the theater? Somewhere to see and be seen." He held her close smiling "Alright" Kissing her head gently "Put on some fitting clothes, and we'll head there" She smiled delightedly at his attentions, and left with a swish of her skirts to change into a suitable evening gown. Something in velvet, perhaps, dark with light gloves... The maid who had helped her so far came in with her to help to put on the right dress, helping her also pick a suitable one. "How about this one Madam?" she asked holding up a beautiful dress "Perfect," she said with a nod, already looking forward to wearing it and showing herself off for her husband. The maid started helping her into the dress, removing the formed clothing and putting on the knew one until she was as stunning as ever "Looks perfect on you Madam" "Thank you, dear." She smiled at her reflection once she as fully dressed, cape and gloves and all, thrilled once again by her newfound beauty and femininity. Downstairs was her husband waiting, he himself having dressed up nicely as well when she finally came down As she reached the foot of the stairs, she paused and turned slowly to let her husband admire her, thrilling at his gaze, his appreciation of her femininity. "You are the most gorgeous woman in the world~" He said holding up his hand for he rot take as she came down She took it, with a bright smile. "Thank you," she said. Then she glanced around the hall and whispered "thank you" again, to the power that had transformed her. Her new husband didn't hear that part but took an arm around her waist and walked out toward the carriage She smiled at that reminder of her wasp waist, of how entirely feminine she was now able to be, as she walked with her man to their carriage, raising her skirts away from her feet to climb the coach steps as he helped steady her. He helped her sit down and closed the door, telling the driver to get going before it started moving She kept her grasp of her husband's hand as they drove off. Glancing out of the window, she looked up at her home. So strange to see it at its height, when she had entered it as a blackened shell abandoned to nature. They eventually arrived at the theater, and he helped her down, making sure she avoideded the nearby puddle of water She smiled lovingly at his gallantry in looking after her so well. She loved being taken care of. He went inside and bought them a set of nice seats taking her there and took of her outer clothing helping her sit down at their seats She looked around the upper foyer to the box seats, waving lightly to friends and acquaintances, comparing her appearance and her gown to the her ladies present... thrilled to find she was again the most beautiful woman here. He gave her a kiss on the cheek before sitting down with her, "No one in here is as beautiful as you are" He said smiling at her with a warm smile She sat, gracefully smoothing her skirts under her as she did, and took his hand. "Thank you," she murmured, both to him, and to the spirits which had given her this wonderful new life. They sat there together watching the play, he's holding an arm around her to keep her close and warm She rested her head against his strong shoulder, smiling wistfully, absolutely content. The theater eventually ended, and he stood up helping her back up and started walking "Did you enjoy the theater?" "Yes, absolutely," she said with a cheerful smile. "Good~" He took her close and walked her to their carriage She stepped in with his aid, sitting herself with a graceful sweep of her skirt, still holding her husband's strong hand. He held her tight to his body stroking her sides gently as the carriage started to move She rested her head against his strong chest. He held her close and once back home he walked up with her smiling She gazed lovingly into her husband's eyes as she walked with him, feeling her skirts flow around her as they ascended the stairs to their bedroom. Furthermore, he walked up with her holding an arm around her keeping his wife close. Furthermore, he took her to the bedroom before closing the door behind her, She turned, with a warm smile to her beloved, as they were alone once more. Furthermore, he took his arms around her yet again pulling her close into a deep patronage kiss She surrendered herself to the kiss, to her husband, to her wondrous new life as a lady. Furthermore, he holds her close in the passionate kiss before gently breaking it "My love" he said looking deep into her eyes with a smile on his lip "Yes," she whispered back. "And you are mine..." "Forever, and ever~" He answered back lovingly while holding her body against his She sighed contentedly as she rested her head against her beloved husband's strong chest. He took his hand stroking it gently through her hair, kissing her head as he stood there holding her in his arms She smiled lovingly and closed her eyes. He started kissing around neck while holding her She smiled as she felt his lips on her skin, and opened her eyes to undo his bow tie. Furthermore, he started feeling at her back slowly undoing her clothing She helped him out of his tailcoat and then began to unbutton his shirt. HI's muscular chest was slowly revealed as he helped revealed hers as well, taking of the corset tog et to the treasures behind She thrilled as she ran her hands across his sculpted chest, as she felt his hands on her soft skin. If this new life was a dream, she hoped never to wake from it. He kept on undressing her, revealing every part of her beautiful perfect soft skin, making sure kissing each and every sport he could along the way She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of his heavenly kisses and caresses, losing herself in bliss. He gently carried her and laid her down on the bed, stroking over her sensitive body She lay back and stretched out, entirely comfortable. Furthermore, he kissed her along the body again, going over her before kissing her deeply "ready?" he said smiling as she felt him at her mound "Always..." He kissed her deeply before slowly sliding into her inside She parted readily for him, letting out a soft moan of pleasure at this most delightful new sensation. "You're the woman of my dreams~" he said slowly starting to thrust more "And you... mmm... you are a dream come true..." She sighed with pleasure as she took him in, delighted by the pleasures of her feminine self. He started working all of her body, moaning loudly She lay on the bed, shifting and writhing with pleasure at his expert kisses and caresses, and the sensations of having him inside her. He works her for a good while before finally moaning loudly and erupting deep into her, letting it all out inside of her She gasped as she clenched around him, delighting in feeling him come inside her. Furthermore, he stayed deep inside of her letting it all out, holding her tight, and lovingly She pressed up against him, letting him work her up to her own release quickly.Finally, she relaxed, smiling blissfully. "Thank you, my darling." She lay back, gazing up at her husband. "Nooo~ Thank you" He said smiling kissing her deeply before sliding out and laying next to her, She submitted willingly to his kiss, then turned her head to gaze at him lying beside her. "I am so glad that I met you. I love you so, and I love being your wife." She felt a small thrill at reminding herself of who she now was, the new life she had found. "I am equally happy having you as my wife" he lies on his side looking at her into her eyes "It must have been fate~" "Absolutely." She gazes back at him lovingly. He looked deep into her eyes nuzzling her "MMM want to expand our little family dear?~"

The House Of Years (Beatrice Black and Zelos)|rating:2.0

An Inbetween Sort of Magic (IC_Open)

There is a world parallel to our own. An ancient world, lost in time, lost in space. It is a space between. Therein exists magic. Many forms of magic, but magic nonetheless. Some have the ability to use magic, others don't. Some use weapons, others don't. It should be peaceful. No one wants for anything, there is enough for all. But wars exist, as they always must. People of all skills and talents and magics pick sides, no talent makes one side more promising than another. This place was once ruled by great councils, the ancestors of all who use magic. Now it is up for grabs, a calm sort of anarchy in play. And out of The Endless Gardens, a legend emerges, one long thought the stuff of fairy tails. But this is truth. The Gardens contain any plant, animal, creature (and anything in between) that has ever existed in the In between or any other world. And in the heart of this Garden, hidden away by civilizations long past, is the first tree. Myths and religions from across the universes share this tree in their stories, and it has many names. The Tree of Life, Yggdrasil, The Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. It bears a single fruit, a fruit which grants the deepest desires of those who partake in it. Many would seek to use it for their own selfish desires. An organized group of them known as the West Bank (so named for which side of the Great River their leaders live on), is rallying its forces to find a way to locate the Tree, while an ancient group who seeks to oppose this (usually unnamed, but recently taking on the name of the East Bank, in opposition of the West Bank, and because it is on that side that their headquarters are) is coming back together to keep the Tree hidden at all costs, even though they themselves lack knowledge of its location. Who will gain The Fruit of The Tree? What will it be used for. Pick a class, join a side, and fight for your beliefs, desires, and the universe itself. The Great River - An endless river of bright, luminescent blue water. The water is of magical properties. A single drop will destroy anything it touches, consuming the person or object and turning it into water of an identical nature. However, if worked into metal made of sands from the banks of the river it will make incredibly strong metals perfect for enchanting. This metal is impervious to River Water (as it's called) as is glass made from River Bank Sand. The Ancient Library - A giant, endless building that contains knowledge of everything. This is so for one reason: its halls contain books that record (in detail) the individual lives of every person who ever lived. The books write themselves as a person's life goes on, and as such the Library grows with every second. It is, however, heavily guarded by Cloaked Wraiths known as "Librarians. A single touch is deadly. The Endless Gardens - A great, unmapped greenhouse that is the store of every form of life that ever existed. Plants, animals, and everything in between in every plane of reality. At its most ancient section lies The Tree in question, hidden by the passage of time and legends and perhaps more than a little bit of trickery, lies, and magic. It has no guards as its contents are dangerous enough on their own. A perfect, dangerously beautiful battlefield. The Terrible Mountain - A mountain that has no peak. Its grounds are cursed. Don't go there. EVER. The Borderless Village - A great, endless village that exists on both banks of the Great River. That's where pretty much everyone lives. There are weapons shops, magic shops, food shops, theaters, hotels, everything. The War of the Banks is fought between people on opposite sides of the river in the Village. Mind you, most people on either side take little note of the War and did not pick sides. The powerful of each side, however, mainly stick to their "Bank." Accepted Members:Generator, The Artificer (Sorcerer) - FowlickDaoren, The World bringer (Conjurer) - Sentinel XV David Ecclestone, The Physician (Sorcerer) ConleytopiaGilly Far stride (Sorcerer) SaintBAmelia Minecraft, The Duchess (Enchantress) - Sweater Towner. Bram's Boswell, The Dark Doctor (Magician) - ServothCynthia Deplore, The Sentinel (Weapons Master) - Neo Arcadian Odell, Refuse (Magician) - Vertebrae hunt is picking up and gaining momentum at a rapid pace. The West Bank searches the In between furiously to find the Fruit, while the East Bank does the same for a far different purpose. Neither have much clue as to where in the Gardens the Tree lies, but clues abound. In the great Bancroft Manor, the West Bank go over ideas and suggestions with West Bank leader Anderson Bancroft, a powerful sorcerer of ill repute. The East Bank meets to discuss strategy as well, in the far less grand (but also far less conspicuous) Bridge Shadow Inn. There is the East Bank, informally lead by Weapons Master Vanessa Bridges, plan ways to find and protect the Tree. Here's theOOC (still Open if you want to apply) Anderson Bancroft; Bancroft Manor The great necromancer strode confidently into the giant library of his home. The books were primarily focused on the histories and legends of the In between, although a good number were also spell books. These sizzled and cracked as Bancroft walked past, all of them giving off a slight glow. Reaching the center of the room, Bancroft admired the large, round table where so much of this quest had been discussed. It was made from black petrified wood, harvested from the Endless Gardens and inscribed with dark, ancient runes. He sat in an ornate chair or onyx and waited for his guests to arrive. They had much to discuss. Vanessa Bridges, Bridge Shadow Inn Vanessa sat at the bar of the Bridge Shadow Inn, a pub so named as it sat in the massive shadow cast by Bancroft Bridge. It was a nice enough place. Not one of those seedy, crime-ridden dens down river a way. But it was secluded, and rarely frequented by West Bankers (though Vanessa knew perfectly well that the majority of West Bankers were just as kind and good as East Bankers.) The barkeep returned with a tray laden with tankards of mead. She paid the man (and included a generous tip), and, with a nod and a smile to the man, carried the tray to a secluded group table were her rag tag group were to meet. Generator pushed the door open and walked to the bar." Hello Vanessa. Why aren't you looking lovely this morning as usual. I apologize if that was too forward. Now what is on the agendathistime?" The Artificer said with a smile. He set the cards out on the table one by one and grinned across it at me; daring me to do better, "Three Warlocks." I knew he had to be cheating, he had too many hands like that but It's not like I was playing fair either; he had a pair of warlocks in his hand and I had dealt one on the river giving him three, a perfect hand all told but still not good enough, "Three warlocks is a tough hand to beet..." I said, making him think I might fold before I revealed my hand in play, "BUT!" I put my pair of apprentices down on the table to join the two in the river wordlessly and returned the grin at him as his faded from his face, "That's it, I've won." I stated factually and gathered the coins on the table, "Thanks for the game; to show there's no hard feelings I'll buy the next round!" The gambler across from me grunted, "You cheated."" I did what now?"" Cheated, you had to be cheating!" I shook my head at him, "I don't cheat, I never cheat," technically speaking I wasn't cheating, "Just because I won seven out of ten hands doesn't make me a cheater." The man seemed unimpressed and started reaching for a pistol on his belt (what is it with some of these guys and pistols?) so I tried to buy some time, "Ok, ok wait, we'll play another game! You can even deal. One hand, you deal, I won't even look at my cards - if you win I give you all your money back, if I win I walk away with it all."" If I win I get it all..." he growled at me, I kind of expected him to say that. He wasn't going to win anyway so I agreed, "Yeah ok sure just don't shoot me!" I sat back down at the table and let him shuffle the cards, he didn't even offer to let me cut the deck. I knew he'd be trying to arrange the cards so he could get something ridiculous like four dragons or something, but that was fine with me, it made it easier for me to make some serous luck... Furthermore, I held my coin tight in my left hand and concentrated on a flush. Furthermore, I kept my promise as he dealt and didn't look at the two cards he gave me as he discarded one and flipped up the first three, two dragons, and a witch. He discarded another and put down the next, a 2, and then repeated it putting down the final card which just so happened to be an apprentice. I had on the river three of the five cards I needed, dragon, witch, and apprentice... "Well look here!" my opponent said as he tossed his two dragons onto the table, "Looks like I win!" He reached for the bag of coins, but I grabbed his wrist and stopped him, "Not so fast, I could still win this." I said as I flipped my cards over revealing a warlock and a 10, "Looks like I have a flush." I smirked at him. He stood up form the table and grabbed his cards, "You better watch yourself kid - that luck of yours is going to run out someday." I just watched the man leave and then jiggled the purse full of money with a smirk, "Bartender! I want something strong and expensive please!" "Make the drink on me." Genevaltor said with a smile. He turned his wrist and a metallic claw caught Gilly's chair and dragged him over to Him and Vanessa." Well, well, well. Gilly. I thought I told you the last time you played cards that you couldn't use you powers. It will just get you into trouble." The artificer said grabbing the bag of money." Make that drink an ale as well." He said looking from the cash to Gilly." Now this will be a nice donation to the poor district. Don't you think?" A black, horseless carriage moved down the streets the West Bank, it was the more expensive model. The type that a wealthy banker (of monetarist) would own, the one with the fancy decorations painted on the doors, the one with the silver levers moving up and down out of a bronze gear box mounted on the front, one of the more expensive, but not the most expensive. The carriage moved as short puffs of steam came forth from the frontal gearbox, the wheels splashing through puddles that condensed from last night's fog. The two front-mounted electric headlamps barely cut through this morning's fog. The carriage eventually found its way to the Bancroft Manor, and stopped there. The door swung open and out stepped Bram's Boswell, the wealthiest banker (of monetarist) in the West Bank. Brams disliked Bancroft, terribly, Bancroft had wealth he didn't deserve, wealth which could have easily been Bram's'. But Bancroft was the Banker's only chance at getting to the Fruit. A fruit which Bancroft, also, did not deserve. Brams hoped he wasn't the first to arrive as he walked up the steps to the Manor, it would be horrible being stuck in a room alone with that insane lunatic. Servo wrote:A black, horseless carriage moved down the streets the West Bank, it was the more expensive model. The type that a wealthy banker (of monetarist) would own, the one with the fancy decorations painted on the doors, the one with the silver levers moving up and down out of a bronze gear box mounted on the front, one of the more expensive, but not the most expensive. The carriage moved as short puffs of steam came forth from the frontal gearbox, the wheels splashing through puddles that condensed from last night's fog. The two front-mounted electric headlamps barely cut through this morning's fog. The carriage eventually found its way to the Bancroft Manor, and stopped there. The door swung open and out stepped Bram's Boswell, the wealthiest banker (of monetarist) in the West Bank. Bram's disliked Bancroft, terribly, Bancroft had wealth he didn't deserve, wealth which could have easily been Bram's'. But Bancroft was the Banker's only chance at getting to the Fruit. A fruit which Bancroft, also, did not deserve. Bram's hoped he wasn't the first to arrive as he walked up the steps to the Manor, it would be horrible being stuck in a room alone with that insane lunatic. The not-so-good Doctor, however, was not the first arrival. Out of the mist loomed a vaguely female figure, leaning nonchalantly against a column. As Bram's arrived, she stood upright and walked down a couple steps to be on his level. "Doctor Bram's, I presume?" she inquired. "I thought it would be less than prudent to go in without my employer." Cynthia straightened her longboat. "My name is Cynthia de Loire, and I am fully at your service. You contacted the Northwestern Mercenary Guild, and asked for the best, yes? That would be me." Cowlick wrote:"Make the drink on me." Genevaltor said with a smile. He turned his wrist and a metallic claw caught Gilly's chair and dragged him over to Him and Vanessa." Well, well, well. Gilly. I thought I told you the last time you played cards that you couldn't use you powers. It will just get you into trouble." The artificer said grabbing the bag of money." Make that drink an ale as well." He said looking from the cash to Gilly." Now this will be a nice donation to the poor district. Don't you think?" I obviously wasn't going to take it sitting down as the phrase goes and protested as much as I dared with big piece of metal hooking me by the neck (who knows if they intend to poke my flesh with it), "It's my money! He was cheating first so I just evened the odds a little; then he threatened my life! I had no choice but to make my own luck if I wanted to stay alive." It's true you know; the man had a gun and was threatening to use it, and if he took all my money I'd have been out on the streets with no way to eat for who knows how long and might starve. "At least let me have the portion that was mine before the game?" "All right Gilly." Genevaltor said emptying the bag into a mystical coin dispenser. It separated the coins by essence of the owner, so Gilly got his original cash while the artificer kept the rest so he could give it to the poor." You know that if he did attack then we would have taken care of it. You may think I am being harsh, but I am doing this to protect you. Now be happy I'm not putting an essence track between you and one of my golems." I wanted to cry as I watched an amount of coin equivalent to a weeks worth of the average person's wages get taken away from me to give to the poor... what was wrong with me having it anyway, I was the poor too! I couldn't even console myself with someone else paying for my drink since I was loosing far more money to that silly little box than what it would have cost. Oh well, luck is a whimsical mistress even on the best of days you know? I would have been just fine without his protection and even better without his magical coin counter thing but when one of the most powerful men in the whole world took any kind of interest in your 'protection' you grin and bare it, at least until you can disappear again; oh yeah and don't forget to suck up just a little bit. I heaved a big sigh, "Yeah I understand you're trying to keep me out of trouble, so I don't wind up dead in an alley or something..." I muttered. Furthermore, I didn't want the drink now, I NEEDED it. "Alright. Now drink up. You will need the relaxation, because if I catch you using your magic to gamble then youwillhave a golem on your tail everywhere you go. Now that you understand I will leave you to your drink." Genevaltor said this then turned back to Vanessa. Neo Arcade wrote:The not-so-good Doctor, however, was not the first arrival. Out of the mist loomed a vaguely female figure, leaning nonchalantly against a column. As Bram's arrived, she stood upright and walked down a couple steps to be on his level. "Doctor Bram's, I presume?" she inquired. "I thought it would be less than prudent to go in without my employer." Cynthia straightened her longboat. "My name is Cynthia de Loire, and I am fully at your service. You contacted the Northwestern Mercenary Guild, and asked for the best, yes? That would be me."" Excellent! I was almost expecting your company to bail upon me. Glad that I also won't be going inside a Lunatic Manor alone. Take my arm and I shall tell you everything you need to know before we do enter. One, Bancroft is clinically insane, so kindly do not speak to if you can, if he speaks to you, do try to avoid any topic of possible interest. I am telling you this for your own safety, Ma'am." Bram's said to Cynthia, and he continued to walk up the step to Bancroft's Manor and made their way inside. There were two things that annoyed Karim Rid wan. Well, technically, a lot of things annoyed him, but these two things really got on his nerves. The first was the concept of honor and the second was people who tried to get in his way. An example of both of these both things was curled in a ball, whimpering and screaming at his feet. The man's name was of no real concern but the knowledge he possessed was of paramount importance to him. If the rumors were true then he could be Karim's ticket to the Tree. He placed the but of his staff underneath the man's chin and lifted him up, his feet dangling an inch off the ground. "I will ask you once more, where is the map". He asked, his temper rising to the surface." I... I'm telling you it d...doesn't exist, p.please let me go.". The man with the unimportant name whimpered. Karin snarled and spun his staff, he blades slicing through the man as if he were paper. Karim exited the ramshackle hut that had constituted the man's house. A horse-drawn carriage was waiting for him outside, he stepped into it and said "Bancroft Manor, now". The driver nodded and cracked his whip, causing the horses to neigh and canter forwards. Before they achieved any kind of speed, Karim opened the door and pointed at the building behind them with his staff and said "Albeit", which sent a thin stream of fire flying at the building. The wooden structure caught alight and flames began to lick up the walls, turning the house to ash. Karim closed the door of the carriage and settled down for the journey to the manor of the leader of the West Bank. Servo wrote:Neo Arcade wrote:The not-so-good Doctor, however, was not the first arrival. Out of the mist loomed a vaguely female figure, leaning nonchalantly against a column. As Bram's arrived, she stood upright and walked down a couple steps to be on his level. "Doctor Bram's, I presume?" she inquired. "I thought it would be less than prudent to go in without my employer." Cynthia straightened her longboat. "My name is Cynthia de Loire, and I am fully at your service. You contacted the Northwestern Mercenary Guild, and asked for the best, yes? That would be me."" Excellent! I was almost expecting your company to bail upon me. Glad that I also won't be going inside a Lunatic Manor alone. Take my arm and I shall tell you everything you need to know before we do enter. One, Bancroft is clinically insane, so kindly do not speak to if you can, if he speaks to you, do try to avoid any topic of possible interest. I am telling you this for your own safety, Ma'am." Bram's said to Cynthia, and he continued to walk up the step to Bancroft's Manor and made their way inside. Cynthia took the Doctor's preferred arm, and walked inside with him. Bancroft Manor was a vast, spacious residence; and yet even from the outside, somehow it managed to be a strangely oppressive place at the same time. Similar to its owner, really. "This Bancroft sounds like he is just as crazy as all the rumors would have you believe." remarked Cynthia, as they entered. "I will do my utmost to stay clear of him." she promised, sort-of truthfully, while subconsciously resting her hand on the hilt of her blade. The Duchess, Amelia Minecraft entered the hallway behind the pair. "That would be wise," she said in response to Cynthia's statement. "I've just been in the drawing room, can't find Bancroft anywhere." She strode up to meet them, twiddling her quill as the walked. "Mind you I've known Bancroft most of my life, and I've been in Bancroft Manor more times than I would like to count. But I will never be able to navigate this place. Its very bricks are enchanted, courtesy, I fear, of my great-grandfather. The layout is constantly shifting, changing. Its design is as fluid as water. That drawing room I was just in is usually up on the third floor, and I'm sure its changed locations even now. But still, magic must always have a common point. In this case the library. Always at the house's center. All the hallways end up there eventually, we just need to keep walking." She glanced at her companions. "You know what, my dear? While I am acquainted with Dr. Boswell," she said with a nod to the Dark Doctor, "I don't believe we've had the pleasure of being properly introduced! I'm Amelia Minecraft, Duchess of Dragon's Fire [IOC: an area in the North of the West Bank.] How do you do." Vanessa BridgesFowlick wrote:"Alright. Now drink up. You will need the relaxation, because if I catch you using your magic to gamble then you will have a golem on your tail everywhere you go. Now that you understand I will leave you to your drink." Genevaltor said this then turned back to Vanessa. Vanessa smiled at The Artificer. "Good Job," she said with a grin. "Now, I'm not sure when everyone else'll be getting here, but I suppose I can let you two in on some info." She leaned conspiratorially over the tray of ale, then realized that was a look she had picked up from her father and moved back a bit. "I'm sure you know this is about the Fruit, right? The First Fruit? Well, the Wizard of the West, Anderson Bancroft, is on the move. He's gathered together a task force of some of the most vial and greedy mages and warriors around. They're going to try to find it, my sources say they've located some sort of lead. An artifact maybe, or a text. I'm not entirely sure. But I was hoping to have you two infiltrate Bancroft's hiding spots. He's got his house, Bancroft Manor, and then a vault of sorts hidden inside Bancroft Bridge." Sweater Town wrote:Vanessa BridgesFowlick wrote:"Alright. Now drink up. You will need the relaxation, because if I catch you using your magic to gamble then you will have a golem on your tail everywhere you go. Now that you understand I will leave you to your drink." Genevaltor said this then turned back to Vanessa. Vanessa smiled at The Artificer. "Good Job," she said with a grin. "Now, I'm not sure when everyone else'll be getting here, but I suppose I can let you two in on some info." She leaned conspiratorially over the tray of ale, then realized that was a look she had picked up from her father and moved back a bit. "I'm sure you know this is about the Fruit, right? The First Fruit? Well, the Wizard of the West, Anderson Bancroft, is on the move. He's gathered together a task force of some of the most vial and greedy mages and warriors around. They're going to try to find it, my sources say they've located some sort of lead. An artifact maybe, or a text. I'm not entirely sure. But I was hoping to have you two infiltrate Bancroft's hiding spots. He's got his house, Bancroft Manor, and then a vault of sorts hidden inside Bancroft Bridge." David Ecclestone sat down next to Vanessa. "Couldn't help overhearing," he said with a smile. "Sorry I'm late Miss... Bridges." He grinned a bit when he said this. His family had been close friends with the Bancroft's. He had known Vanessa when they were both much younger and more naive. "What can I do to help? I've still got a good number of connections in the West that could be of assistance." "I see why you wanted to meet here." Genevaltor said nodding to the bridge nearby." You want us to check the bridge. It will be the least protected spot. I am getting from my Spies in the Skies that they are meeting at the manor. The Bridge will be protected, but not like the manor. Especially at this moment." He said with a smile. I wasn't really a believer in all this nonsense about a mystical fruit, truthfully I wasn't really convinced that this secret little conflict would actually measure up to anything at all. It was an interesting distraction though and since I got to stick one to the most powerful family in the In between and maybe make some money along the way I decided that helping these guys out wouldn't be such a bad thing (and besides Vanessa was a looker, and it never hurts to get in good with a pretty girl!). When I was finished I'd just move on like I always do you know?" If we know where Bancroft's Guards are I could cause a diversion and try to keep most of them out of the way while others find their way into the vault. I don't think I ever met a guard that liked me." I said only loud enough to be heard at the rest of the table. I sort of always known that I was some kind of magic user since I set out on my own, but I was never like others... my talents were different. Furthermore, I couldn't read a spell book, shift myself across the endless village, start a fire out of thin air, or write magic words on all my tools (and I certainly couldn't make a magic coin counter that takes all my poker winnings), but I could bend luck to my whims - it wasn't always easy mind you like folding a paper or flipping a coin; often more like trying to break a brick or even sometimes bend steel. Even difficult tasks can be done however and the more I did it the better I got. "Yes. Gilly would make a fair distraction for the remaining guard." Genevaltor smiled." I just hope your luck doesn't fail." He said to Gilly." If it do, you will not live to see it come in handy again." Genevaltor said with a grim expression." But since the boy had made the offer to be the distraction I will agree with the idea, but I will of course have a hand in distraction." Genevaltor then nodded to the rest." I will send some suicide golems in as well. When they are on the verge of capture they will detonate, incapacitating the guard. We just need Gilly to instigate the chase and to lead it to where I place the golems." He then looked at Gilly." If you wish I will give you a Mechanic armor. It will protect you from most spells, and it will be able to focus your magic slightly. You will only use it this once. After the set time I put on it then it will rust off. So be quick." Vanessa Bridges"All good ideas. The first step, if we start by focusing on the bridge, is figuring out how to get in. I have no idea where the door is." Vanessa pulled a blueprint out of her bag and unrolled it on the table. "I've managed to get a blueprint of the bridge. The problem is, these are the 'official' plans. Only lays out the bridge. Doesn't show it's inner workings since they're not supposed to exist. These are hundreds of years old, back from when Bancroft was a young, reputable sorcerer, one of the leaders of the In between. But even then he was paranoid and dealt in secrecy. My guess is the entryway IS on these schematics, but hidden; either through code or clues, or even just magic, though it's probably a combination of both. I was hoping that Generator might be able to help us there. I'm useless with mechanics and such, but I figured you might have something in that book to help us out." At that precise moment, Karim's carriage was thundering over the bridge in question. He called to the driver to halt on the bank, stepped out of the carriage and walked over to the Bridge Shadow Inn. While he tended to avoid places like this it was one of the few places in the Endless Village where he could get a certain type of liquor, and he would need some for his encounter with Bancroft. He pushed open the door and walked over to the bar, then said "You know what I want." to the bar man, who nodded shakily and quickly walked off, returning a few seconds later with a small glass of black liquid. Karim took the glass, downed it in one and sat down on a bar chair, observing the room and it's occupants. Generator took the schematics and examined the image." Here we go. You see the dotted line where the trim of the image meets the trim of the page. That is how we get in. There is a walkway that is invisible to the human eye, as well as a door. The door lies,"Generator took a moment to measure." About ten feet from this side. The door is also hidden, but marked by a single stone that, to the right person, will look different, or will lead them on to the door." I was about to refuse the offer of armor since it would only slow me down when a man walked in, one that got my attention. Something told me he was bad news for our little party in the corner booth, "Ok guys, don't look up, but I have a feeling there is very bad news for us at the bar. Put the schematics away for a while, and we're just some old friends meeting for a friendly game of Old Man's Bones." I pulled a bundle of sticks out from my bag and undid the string holding them together then dropped them in the center of the table. "Who wants to go first? The turns go to the left from there." Generator stuffed the schematics in his overcoat and looked around." I am going to scout ahead." He said in hushed tones." I will be back soon with information, and hopefully my plan will draw the man away from here." Genevaltor patted Gilly on the back and dropped two things into his pocket. A ring and a note reading." When commotion arises, begin distraction by putting on the ring." He then left the bar and walked across the bridge. Vanessa Bridges Vanessa's was facing away from the man in question, and she didn't want to draw attention to their group. She lifted her mug of ale and pretended to chat congenially, while simultaneously looking in the reflection of the surprisingly clean glass. She set it down and, never dropping her lighthearted act said, "I think I know him, or at least recognize him and his staff. I'm not sure of his name, but I do believe he's an elemental sorcerer from the West Bank. I've seen him interacting with compatriots of Bancroft, and he'd probably recognize me as an enemy." She glanced at The Physician. "Now, we can't make a scene, but I know you're an elemental sorcerer too, though you specialize in ice. What would you suggest?" Anderson Bancroft Bancroft was getting impatient. He knew that at least some of his guests had arrived in the Manor, and he understood the mazelike nature of his home, but Bancroft was an intolerant man. He sulked off into a rarely visited area of the library that focused on spells he rarely used. Furthermore, he selected a dusty tome and flipped through it until he discovered the spell he needed. Furthermore, he held the book aloft, aimed his free hand toward the nearest door and said "Illustrate Via." A ball of red, sinister looking light fled from Bancroft's palm and scurried through the door. It would meet his guests and lead them to the library. He hoped, for their sakes, that they would hurry. Sweater Town wrote:Vanessa Bridges Vanessa's was facing away from the man in question, and she didn't want to draw attention to their group. She lifted her mug of ale and pretended to chat congenially, while simultaneously looking in the reflection of the surprisingly clean glass. She set it down and, never dropping her lighthearted act said, "I think I know him, or at least recognize him and his staff. I'm not sure of his name, but I do believe he's an elemental sorcerer from the West Bank. I've seen him interacting with compatriots of Bancroft, and he'd probably recognize me as an enemy." She glanced at The Physician. "Now, we can't make a scene, but I know you're an elemental sorcerer too, though you specialize in ice. What would you suggest?" David glanced at the man, and casually pulled out the Pages of Frost. He flipped through the pages trying to find a decent spell that might help. "If he has magic that deals with fire, I'm not sure if I can help..." He looked around the pub trying to find another option, or at the very least a decent idea, when his eyes halted on an all too familiar old man. David smiled grimly, "But I think I see someone who could." He quickly turned to a marked page in his spell book and looked at Vanessa. "Now, this could be dangerous, since this West Bank sorcerer is an elemental mage. I'm going to send someone a message, using an ice spell. If he makes any drastic actions, run, or use that ring." He placed his palm on the page and closed his eyes. He whispered "Verb, In Vent" and began mumbling. As he spoke a light blue wind, filled with small ice crystals left his mouth and wove over to the old man. Another Ice Sorcerer who received (or intersected) the wind would be able to hear the words. Sweater Town wrote:Anderson Bancroft Bancroft was getting impatient. He knew that at least some of his guests had arrived in the Manor, and he understood the mazelike nature of his home, but Bancroft was an intolerant man. He sulked off into a rarely visited area of the library that focused on spells he rarely used. Furthermore, he selected a dusty tome and flipped through it until he discovered the spell he needed. Furthermore, he held the book aloft, aimed his free hand toward the nearest door and said "Illustrate Via." A ball of red, sinister looking light fled from Bancroft's palm and scurried through the door. It would meet his guests and lead them to the library. He hoped, for their sakes, that they would hurry. The Duchess continued through the manor with her annoyingly silent companions. She was still taken aback by the fact that the girl had never responded to her introduction, but Amelia shrugged it off. There was a time and a place for vicious hostility and, while this woman might not know it, this was not one of those times. As the continued down the seemingly endless hallway a red light appeared some distance away and steadily approached them. Amelia turned and smiled to the two who SEEMED TO HAVE FORGOTTEN THEY WERE INVOLVED and said, "Well, it looks like Mr. Bancroft has taken things into his own hands. I did tell you we shouldn't keep him waiting. We'll just follow this beacon then." After several twists and turns, the light finally led them to a great wooden door. Amelia pushed it open and entered the comfortingly familiar (though still sinister in atmosphere) library. She spied Bancroft in one of the aisles, skimming through a dusty spell book. "Ah, Anderson!" She cried cheerfully, "How are you, my dear? I do apologize for being late, but well, it's almost like these two have dropped off the face of the Earth, mentally of course, as they are quite clearly here in the physical sense." Conleytopia wrote:David glanced at the man, and casually pulled out the Pages of Frost. He flipped through the pages trying to find a decent spell that might help. "If he has magic that deals with fire, I'm not sure if I can help..." He looked around the pub trying to find another option, or at the very least a decent idea, when his eyes halted on an all too familiar old man. David smiled grimly, "But I think I see someone who could." He quickly turned to a marked page in his spell book and looked at Vanessa. "Now, this could be dangerous, since this West Bank sorcerer is an elemental mage. I'm going to send someone a message, using an ice spell. If he makes any drastic actions, run, or use that ring." He placed his palm on the page and closed his eyes. He whispered "Verb, In Vent" and began mumbling. As he spoke a light blue wind, filled with small ice crystals left his mouth and wove over to the old man. Another Ice Sorcerer who received (or intersected) the wind would be able to hear the words. El-Frezial sat in the corner, silently humming, eyes closed, as he watched the scene unfold, even though there was no obvious way he could see. Anyone nearby would feel a chill-that was why he was seated alone. It had been a long, long time since he had felt someone's touch. A long time. Suddenly, subtly, Redial felt the touch of warm wind. To him, it felt warm. To others, it likely felt ice-cold. But ice-cold was nothing to the ancient hermit. He turned back to the warm wind and muttered a message. "Come to me if you need help, young one, though I guarantee nothing." Then an underlying spell was cast, and he sent the message back. Revertere ad Domingo ve strum, O frigid us Venus. Generator had crossed the bridge and looked between the distance of the Bridge, manor, and the bar. He then opened his tome and smiled tapping twice as he spoke. Then 10 small spider bots came from his overcoat and began chasing citizens on the west bank. He then walked away back across the bridge as citizens were running and screaming. As soon as a citizen hit one of the spiders, the spider exploded and sent the citizen flying. Generator smiled. Donation wrote:Conleytopia wrote:David glanced at the man, and casually pulled out the Pages of Frost. He flipped through the pages trying to find a decent spell that might help. "If he has magic that deals with fire, I'm not sure if I can help..." He looked around the pub trying to find another option, or at the very least a decent idea, when his eyes halted on an all too familiar old man. David smiled grimly, "But I think I see someone who could." He quickly turned to a marked page in his spell book and looked at Vanessa. "Now, this could be dangerous, since this West Bank sorcerer is an elemental mage. I'm going to send someone a message, using an ice spell. If he makes any drastic actions, run, or use that ring." He placed his palm on the page and closed his eyes. He whispered "Verb, In Vent" and began mumbling. As he spoke a light blue wind, filled with small ice crystals left his mouth and wove over to the old man. Another Ice Sorcerer who received (or intersected) the wind would be able to hear the words. El-Frezial sat in the corner, silently humming, eyes closed, as he watched the scene unfold, even though there was no obvious way he could see. Anyone nearby would feel a chill-that was why he was seated alone. It had been a long, long time since he had felt someone's touch. A long time. Suddenly, subtly, Redial felt the touch of warm wind. To him, it felt warm. To others, it likely felt ice-cold. But ice-cold was nothing to the ancient hermit. He turned back to the warm wind and muttered a message. "Come to me if you need help, young one, though I guarantee nothing." Then an underlying spell was cast, and he sent the message back. Revertere ad Domingo ve strum, O frigid us Venus. After receiving the message, David relayed the information to the others. "You stay here for now," he said, "I'll go talk to him." He walked over to the hermit and sat down. There was a chill in their air, supernaturally cold. "El-Redial, nice to see you again. It's been some time." After this exchange of pleasantries, David set about telling the Hermit everything. The fruit, Bancroft, the west bank, Bancroft Manor, Bancroft Bridge, and the elemental sorcerer in the inn who may or may not have spotted them already. "I figured you could help us in a number of aspects. You might have some knowledge of the fruit, or you might be able to get us into the vault. Hopefully, you could aid us all the way through. But now, we need some help with this sorcerer. One of our allies, a sorcerer focusing on mechanical spells, left us a ring with instructions to use it for distractions once things start getting heated. That's all we've got so far. I could attack, maybe even take him down, but in this crowded pub... I just don't know." Conleytopia wrote:Donation wrote:El-Redial simply listened through this long monologue. Once it was over, he spoke in his own typically blunt and laconic manner." The fruit of the Tree. I do have some remembrance of it. But that is knowledge that I have never shared with a living soul. As for your conflict with the West Bank- it is unlike me to be involved with such a conflict. Many have passed throughout my lifetime. None have drawn me in. Finally-this sorcerer. It is also not likely that he will attack you. But if he does. I do not tolerate violence in my presence. This goes both ways. If you attack him." Redial trailed off, then resumed speaking, "I will not hesitate. I place my blessing upon you. Leave in peace, for it matters not. This man will give me little trouble if he chooses to attack you." El-Frezial stood and awaited the coming fight, for, regardless of what he had said, his experience with a few West Bankers in his time let him know that this would not end peacefully. However, the Hermit also decided to go and see Bancroft Manor-while he may not take a side, it would be nice to see the both of them. Anderson Bancroft + Amelia Minecraft, Pretty Much Alone In Bancroft Manor Bancroft's eyes switched back and forth from Boswell to Deplore and back again for several seconds. They were standing idly, staring into space as though some unseen force had once been controlling them, but had disappeared in an annoying manner. His eyes finally rested on Minecraft who shrugged. "Well," he finally muttered, "I suppose we'd better begin." He walked over to the large table, followed by Minecraft who had to physically drag the lifeless pair to their seats. She collapsed into her chair, breathing heavily." So," she said between breaths, "I hear you have some news on the fruit?" Bancroft smiled and pulled a small, bound journal out of his robes. He set it on the table and slid it over to The Duchess. "That, my dear Amelia, is the Journal of Damian Tan bore, one of the great Gardeners who maintained the Endless Gardens. He's long dead, he lived about a thousand years ago, back when much more was known about the Gardens and, more importantly, the Tree." Amelia casually scanned the brittle pages of the ancient journal. It wasn't a personal journal, she could tell that. It didn't deal with the man's life. "It seems this is a work record, yes? Keeping track of his daily tasks Tan bore did, and the state of the plants he worked with every day. Lotus trees, Masonic trees, an Austral Woks." Bancroft grinned, stood, and walked around the table. He leaned over the Duchess's shoulder and pointed to the plant Amelia had just mentioned. "The Austral Woks. Ever heard of it?" When the Duchess shook her head no, Bancroft sat next to her, facing her, "The Austral Woks was a tree which, according to cultures that do not exist in this world, pushes the sun into the sky each day. It is a rarely used name for the Yggdrasil, or the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. It is a name for the First Tree. Mr. Tan bore was one of the few people who cared for the tree, making him, as far as I can find, the only positively identified person who knew where the Tree was located!" At this moment he paused and looked at the other two at the table, hoping against hope that one of them might participate. ((O.O.C.SORRY GUYS, I WAS AWAY WITH LITTLE TO NO INTERNET Karim stood and began to walk out, but before he reached the door he noticed a group of East Bankers huddled together with none other than Vanessa Bridges, the 'leader' of the group responsible for trying to stop anyone from finding the apple. He slowed as he passed and muttered "Terra Are" causing the floor of the pub to become an extension of his ears. He tried to avoid sensory magic where possible, it was confusing to say the least, but this time he felt that it was NASCAR. Furthermore, he sped up again and walked to the door. Truth be told I didn't want to play old man's bones either, it was just the first thing that came to my mind to use as cover. Of course everyone who was with me at the table ignored the advice of keep cool and act like nothing is happening and immediately did the most suspicious things they could think of. I wanted to scream at them, but that wouldn't accomplish anything, would it? So instead I just cleaned the sticks off the table and took a big gulp of my drink. It burned just a bit too much to be pleasant, but it had a bold woody flavor that belied its red color and left my cheeks feeling nice and warm. It also calmed me down... "I'll get busy on that distraction as soon as..." I moved my eyes toward the bar, "Decides that he's done here."

An Inbetween Sort of Magic (IC_Open)|rating:3.0

Sky Pirares [IC]

Dawn haven! A typical name for a typical city, its streets bustling with commerce, its people cheerful, the ships docked at the pier casting their shadows down from the sky. And one of those ships is important to us now. The Silent Wind, with its distinctive scarlet balloon inflated, it is ready and set to depart, Captain Morgan has called in the crew. Including the five new members. The question is, who is late and who is not? Ran'tie, the green who never sleeps, arrives early and looks around. Stephen, too, was punctual, arriving about fifteen minutes ahead of schedule with a wide smile and a heavy pack slung over one shoulder. She'd forgone sleep the night before, nerves strung a bit too tightly to settle down something her heritage made largely optional, but she didn't want to show up too early either. Upon arrival, the young killed pulls her tail around her lower body a few times and settles down comfortably into a uniquely serpentine posture that approximated sitting without losing much in the way of height. Stephen takes note of the green curiously, but is content to wait for the scheduled meeting in silence, occasionally fanning her wings a little to catch a waft of cool air. Signing up just the previous night, Bank scrambles to finish acquiring gear for the trip. He arrives a bit late, with plenty of burden, and makes his way on board as quickly as he can. Spoiler Hide What exactly is the vessel? Spoiler Hide Something along this line: Connor swaggered on board. He had just finished a deal with the Lucky Star and made his way to meeting the captain and crew. His pack over one shoulder and a dark bottle in hand, he walked like he was already a veteran of the crew. He took a chance scurrying off the ship this close to leaving, but he thought it was worth it. He was a little late, but he was confident that wouldn't count against him in the end. Furthermore, he'd seen a Green before but never the like of that serpentine woman and was still fascinated by her. Arriving (hopefully) on time, Gumbo enters in smelling like he just got out of a Cajun kitchen. Which he did, but mainly to steal a bite before heading out to adventure spot check for when I get onboard:(1d20-2)[0] Gumbo, like all others, sees the rest of the crew, mostly humans but a pair of dwarves as well, preparing the ship to depart. He also sees a Green, a winged serpent-woman, a halfling and an orangutan. And finally, they see a heavy-vested man coming down from the helm, the famous Captain Morgan." Ah, it is the new members of the crew. Come on aboard, we are ready to depart." Connor smiled, he knew being late wasn't going to be a problem. He walks up the captain and hands him a bottle." Captain Morgan, here's some rum I traded for this morning." "Ah, wonderful! I'll board at once." Stephen claps her hands together and grins as she uncoils, proceeding to heft her equipment over one shoulder and join the human in boarding the ship. She did this for the most part without pause, but did stop a moment to greet the captain briefly." My name is Stephen, sir. May this arrangement be mutually profitable, and without dissent." She bobs her torso slightly, sweeping her hands through a motion that would have been a curtsy if she'd had either dress or legs to wear it over. It was very traditional, and probably a little overdone, but making an impression was important. Morgan takes the bottle from Connor giving him a pat on the back as he passes." Aha! The traditional drink of our line of work. An excellent first impression lord Connor, your chambers will be by the aft, first door to the left." Then comes Stephen, and he gives a sly smile." Such a proper and prim lady, hardly what one would expect in a boat such as this, welcome onboard! You will be sharing accommodations with the shipwright, Mirabelle, she is downstairs towards the aft, first door to the right." The captain turns to Gumbo, who apparently looking around, and Bank, scrambling in." Gumbo, our new cook if I recall! You will be sharing a bunk with Connor. Mister Bank, I expect much from you, you will be sharing a room with the first mate, also to the aft, second room to the left. Lastly, the captain looks to Ran'Tie, waiting for him to say something. "Pfft! Proper lady? Nah." Estekhet smirks slightly in return. "I just figure it can't hurt to be polite to the man who'll be giving me orders. I still meant it though. Glad to join the crew." The killed proceeds to follow the captain's succinct directions, moving through the ship to the quarters she had apparently been assigned. Figuring it polite, given that it was a shared residence, she knocks rather than simply barging in." Hello? Is anybody there?" Connor gives a smile and heads off to stow his things. Once done he joins the other for a life of adventure. Thank you, cap'n! He hurries off to drop off his gear and meet his roommate. If the first mate is there, he introduces himself and heads backs the deck. Gumbo chuckles ah yes, I hope you prepared for he new cooking as well as he new cook. I hope to, ahem, profit greatly from my new position Tail'tie ducks his head towards the captain as he boards the ship." Lukaj Heinz-Mmorgan." "Anyone who can't stomach the cook gets ditched at the next city, that is how we do it. When the cooks don't get throw off that is." It is a delicate balance between weeding out the weak and being a bad cook. Ral'tie gains an empty face at his line."... Hmm... Common, please. Or halfling. Even works too. Or diatonic if you can. But I don't speak... That." "Hello, sir." "That is better, hello to you sir Ratio. You will be taking the second room to right, it was going to be shared, but your prospective roommate had a change of plans at the last moment." With everyone onboard, Morgan signals some other members of the crew to pull in the gangplank and strides up towards the helm." Well, ladies and gentlemen, I hope you are all set because this is where we depart!" The engines of the ship start, and the Silent Wind heads out of its docking space. Once the word was given, Connor went to help release the mooring. Slowly the Silent Wind drifted from her dock and the engines took a hold. Once they were on their way, he began to systematically check the rigging, making sure the main air bladder was secure. Uncertain of why he would need a room at all, Ran'tie simply inclines his head in assent and does as he is told. Stephen settles in, trying to find her quarters. Flying was fun, but she'd done it before. She could always get up on the deck and enjoy the rushing air later - the first priority of travel was always to make sure your sleeping arrangements were workable. Connor finds the bladder secured, the rest of the crew did their jobs well. Ral'Tie receives no further orders, the ship is still leaving the city's airspace after all. Estekhet easily finds herself in a somewhat large room... But most of it is taken by the things of her roommate, who is there, working on a table. Mirabelle, presumably, is either a war forged or wearing something that could pass for full plate." Leave your things by the table and go back to the deck." Her voice is not mechanical enough to be war forged, it is indelicate enough to belong to one, however! Having only the leather he wears and the pole arm he carries in the way of possessions, Ran'tie simply straps the weapon to his back and stands around out of the way until someone tells him what to do. Connor"Everything secure Captain. What is our heading?" Stephen fails to stop smiling when presented with this blunt statement, its indelicacy outweighed by curiosity about the speaker. That was a stroke of good luck at least - nothing was more irritating than a dull roommate." Right then, a pleasure to meet you as well! I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to get to know each other later." The killed casually drops her heavy pack by the table, though she keeps a small purse slung around her hips, and finely-crafted halberd over her back. Leaving gold untended on a pirate ship would be silly after all, and going unarmed was unwise regardless of the situation. The short detour completed, she returns to the deck, eyes and ears open to both the sensations of flight and to any instructions that might wing their way in her direction. Captain Morgan shouts from the helm." This is our heading mister Connor. Half an hour before our departure, a small merchant airship left Dawn haven. It has a crew of eight noncombatants, six guards, the captain and his friends and family, six civilians in total. We should reach it in twenty minutes, so sharpen your arms and ready your armor everyone!" Connor"Aye Captain,"says Connor. Connar quickly makes his way to his cabin and dons his armor and weapons. Real battle less than a day out of port? It seemed that Morgan was as bold as his reputation suggested. The killed let the adrenaline of impending action sweep through her as she made her final preparations for combat. She almost always wore her studded chest plate and arm guards, but the layered boarding on her serpentine lower torso was uncomfortable enough that she preferred to avoid wearing it any more than possible. She knew a lot of older killed eschewed armoring their tails at all, but her scales simply weren't tough enough to do that safely. After taking a few minutes to double-check the straps, Stephen returns to the deck. The supple leather clung snugly to her sides, and while it didn't cover her completely, it would still offer some valuable protection against any foe trying to strike at her lower body. As she waits for the merchant vessel to come into sight, Stephen drums her fingers against the haft of her halberd and hums a few bars from the old Vagabond song "What's Yours Shall Soon Be Mine". It seems appropriate. Handcrossbow out and Kurt at his side, Gumbo goes to the side to best see when his first enemy gets near Ran'tie, already armed and armored, stands around waiting for something to happen. He's good at watching and waiting. Soon, the target vessel comes into view, and the Silent Wind picks up speed, coming into range. Already, the guards of the other ship rendezvous at the deck, clad in scale mail and wielding longbows, with sheathed long swords on their sides. Up by the helm is the captain of the target vessel, who shouts back at you when you approach." Identify yourselves! Or we will shoot!" Spoiler Hide Either talk back, or roll initiative! Ran'tie hunches down behind a blind of some sort to prevent them from getting a good line of sight to him, clicking his mandibles in excitement as he draws his fierce weapon from its clasp on his back.(1d20+4)[9] initiative:(1d20+8)[22] "Hail, merchantmen!" Stephen smiles and waves across the gap." You should know that this is a ship-full of really, truly ferocious scallywags! Have you considered letting us take your cargo in a nonviolent manner? I mean, since it's going to be taken anyway and all. Just throwing that option out there!" Still, she hits the deck almost immediately after giving the short speech, preferring to not be in the line of fire for so many weapons. Actions:Futile Diplomacy Roll:(1d20+7)[22] Stephen speech wasn't what he expected. All he wanted it to get closer to board her and lower a chance that they would shoot their air ballast. He doubted that her ploy would work but did his best to back her up." Men to the deck!" Once gathered,"Look mean." Spoiler Hide Aid action (1d20+8)[21] Diplomacy and Unit (just in case) (1d20+2)[3] I have on my cloak, hood up, with my hand crossbow in one hand and my Kurt in my teeth Bank draws his musket, taking cover as the Silent Wind enters boarding range. Spoiler Hide Bank's initiative: (1d20+4)[15] The captain of the target ship nearly fumes at Stephen's words, waving at his soldiers."FIRE! KILL THESE RUFFIANS!" Spoiler Hide Soldiers initiative: (1d20+5)[12] Captain Initiative: (1d20+3)[17] Morgan laughs." A valiant effort gentlemen! But battle is imminent, take out the guards!" Spoiler Hide Morgan's initiative: (1d20+2)[3] "Kill? Oh, that's... harsh. I'd really prefer not to die, thank you." Initiative:(1d20+3)[12] Bank left his backpack in his room, and hurried back on deck. When they took off, his attention was over the sides, admiring the height they gained. The Silent Wind was the first airship he had been on. He was so excited that he neglected to learn the procedure of take-off, or even look around the ship. Bank wasn't even paying attention to his captain until he heard a shout from another ship. Without pause, the bulky Hadoop ran nimbly to the side of the ship the other would be on and readied his musket. He chose the musket, since he had just finished making it, and it had not yet seen battle. Initiative Count Spoiler Hide Gumbo: 22 Enemy Captain: 17 Bank: 15 Stephen: 12 Enemy Soldiers [6]: 12 Ran'tie: 9 Connor: 3 Morgan:3 The decks of the ships are 20 feet apart, and the enemy guards are near the edge of the ship, getting ready to fire. All around you, the other crew members are getting ropes and hooks ready, but by the looks of it, you are the ones who will be doing the heavy lifting with the boarding this time. Spoiler Hide Everyone can post their actions in the order you see fit, no need to wait for the other players. I will organize everything in a post describing the round. Bank looks to his captain to see the amount of force they'd be using. When the captain attacked, Bank stood quickly and fired at a guard. Spoiler Hide If Morgan is boarding, I'll provide cover fire and move toward a rope to cross. Musket attack (1d20+5)[11] Damage (1d12)[7] then reload Stephen's tail twitched in irritation at the too-slowly closing gap. Still, fretting wouldn't ready the boarding any time sooner, so she decided to make the best of it. Letting her halberd fall back against her coils, the killed drew the longbow slung over her back and carefully sighted an arrow plucked from a quiver at her hip. With a low exhalation, she let it fly at the nearest of the guards. Action:Spoiler Hide Attacking a guard (preferably the same one as Bank). To-Hit: (1d20+4)[5] Damage: (1d8)[4] "A have my knives, but I am one of he last to get up close"Spoiler Hide I fire my crossbow at the enemy captain if he is within 30 feet, if not I shoot the guy that would be directly in front of me to clear a way, then I grab a rope and near the side, but am behind the wall for cover. Attack: (1d20+6)[24] Damage: (1d3)[2] + sneak attack (1d6)[4] "on he over hand" Connor"Set out the grappling lines! Ready to board!" Connar calls out. Once the other ship is hooked Connor will help pull it." Pull her in!" Ran'tie assists with the hooks and lines. Unfortunately for Gumbo, the enemy captain is quite a ways away from him, not to mention being on higher ground relative to the decks of the two ships. The guard he shoots, however, nearly falls down from the grievous shot, but he stands still. The enemy captain barks orders at his crew, ordering them to unload a barrage. Barnk and Stephen ready their weapons to bring them against the enemy guards, but Bank's shot ricochets off of the plate of a guard and Stephen drops the arrow before releasing the string, being left with an arrow clattering on the floor in front of her. Ooooh. Embarrassing. Spoiler Hide For the record, this is mostly what natural ones will be. Embarrassing mishaps. Failed skill checks where ones are rolled will follow suit. Feel free to make amusing mishaps for my own ones against you! The six guards bring their crossbows to bear, two aim for Bank, one for Stephen, and one each for Connor and Ran'tie. The last one tries to find gumbo for a while, but then turns his attention to Stephen as well, firing at her. Spoiler Hide Attack 1 vs Bank: (1d20+2)[6] Damage: (1d8)[6] Attack 2 vs Bank: (1d20+2)[22] Damage: (1d8)[2] Attack 1 vs Stephen: (1d20+2)[3] Damage: (1d8)[6] Attack 2 vs Stephen: (1d20+2)[10] Damage: (1d8)[3] Attack vs Connor: (1d20+2)[20] Damage: (1d8)[7] Attack vs Ran'tie: (1d20+2)[9] Damage: (1d8)[5] Ran'tie and Connor lend their strength to the rest of the crew, and soon the gangplanks are set, the ship can be boarded! Captain Morgan sounds orders for the boarding, and four of the crewmates draw their weapons and scuttle towards the planks.----Round 2 go! Spoiler Hide And don't forget to react to attacks made against you. Before I go, I need to know where the captain is relative to me, where there look like good hiding spots, and where there are doors on the enemy ship Ran'tie leans slightly to one side, and the crossbow bolt whizzes past him to embed itself in a nearby plank. He gives it no mind. He quickly grabs his Gotha from his back and charges across the gangplanks behind the other crew members, aiming for the nearest enemy. Attack - (1d20+7)[12]damage - (1d10+5)[8] Now. My paint skills are nonexistent. I think I will try to make a big paint grid and see what I can do with it. Spoiler Hide Red dots = you and Morgan (the one further apart. Yellow dots = NPC crew members. Blue dots = guards. Distant blue dot = enemy captain. Morgan and the enemy captain are at the helm of their respective ships, an area about eight feet higher than the rest of the deck. The small squares near you are crates and similar things, the bigger square is the hatch that opens to the cargo hold. Cognate bolt ripped right through Connor. Blood was rushing from his gut. He balled a fist and held in against the wound. He moved to the edge of his ship and fired his pistol at the nearest soldier. Spoiler Hide Connor is down to 3 hit points. (1d20+4)[15] to hit (1d10)[3] damage (1d20+4)[5] CRT (2d10)[11] CRT damage I am going to act as if I am the farthest red dot to the right that is next to the railing, so the second from the right that isn't the captain." Allonz-y, I will cross when I can sneak bye. Anyone who can make a good distraction should do shooting another enemy, one that has not been shot yet(1d20+6)[9]for(1d3)[3], and I do not know if them not seeing me means that I am attacking from hidden, so do I get a sneak attack? If i CRT I would get a sneak attack from Telling Blow, anyway. Potential sneak attack(1d6)[5]for my move I move at half speed (10 feet) while I attempt to hide, and move to the other side of the right-most boarding plank, closer to the captain's side.hide(1d20+12)[30] Giving a brief hiss of annoyance, Stephen shoulders the useless bow, tugging her preferred weapon free of its straps to replace it. She notes a pair of guards take aim at her, but one misses cleanly, bolt slamming into the deck a few feet away while the other......the other guard seemed to have forgotten to load a bolt at all, though he was now scrambling to do so, turning his weapons winch frantically. The sound of the gangplank falling into place was a welcome one though, and the serpentine woman was one of the first across the nearest one. Momentum of her charge behind her, she swings in an upward arc with her weapon at the first guard to get in her way. Actions:Spoiler Hide Moving across the plank to make a trip attack against the nearest guard. If that is successful, she'll make a follow-up melee attack. Trip To-Hit: (1d20+6)[14] vs Touch AC Trip Opposed Strength Check: (1d20+8)[23] Followup Attack To-Hit: (1d20+6)[9] Followup Attack Damage: (1d10+6)[14] Bank avoids one arrow and the other grazes him. Bolts hurt a lot less than I remember, he thinks, comparing them to bullets. He quickly fires off another shot and ducks to reload his rifle. Spoiler Hide Shooting any guard that Bank has clear line of sight to, preferring to hit one that's already damaged. Attack: (1d20+5)[22] Damage: (1d12)[8] Move action to duck behind cover. If the edge of the ship guard doesn't provide that, then I'll move behind the nearest crate for total cover. How far apart are the ships? Spoiler Hide Ships should be about 15 feet apart, and each plank is 10 feet away from the next one. Gumbo misses the enemy guard by an inch, but is able to scuttle out of sight and closer to the gangplank. The captain moves closer to the railings of his raised position, shouting orders to his guards again. Barnk fires at one of the unharmed guards as he turns to the side slightly, sending a bullet into his guts. The man falls down immediately, bleeding on the ground. He then rushes to the railings for protection. Following suit, Stephen slithers down the gangplank and sweeps one of the enemy guards off his footing (no roll, can't beat that), sending the man crashing onto the deck. Her follow-up attack missed by an inch, however. The guard shot by Bank bleeds on the ground. The guard tripped by Stephen pulls himself to his feet (you get an AOO SEL), while drawing his long sword, attacking the Killed with the weapon in both hands. The four remaining guards reload their crossbows, one aims at Stephen while another tries to shoot Bank, and the two others aim for Ran'tie and Connor. Spoiler Hide Rolls! Slash at Stephen! [roll]1d20+2[[/roll] CRT? [roll]1d20+2[[/roll] Damage: [/roll]1d8+1[/roll] Vs. Stephen [roll]1d20+2[[/roll] CRT? [roll]1d20+2[[/roll] Damage: [/roll]1d8[/roll] Vs. Bank [roll]1d20+2[[/roll] CRT? [roll]1d20+2[[/roll] Damage: [/roll]1d8[/roll] Vs. Connor (this man is hurt!) [roll]1d20+2[[/roll] CRT? [roll]1d20+2[[/roll] Damage: [/roll]1d8[/roll] Vs. Ran'tie [roll]1d20+2[[/roll] CRT? [roll]1d20+2[[/roll] Damage: [/roll]1d8[/roll] Ran'tie charges the guard who shot him... But his weapon clangs off of his armor. Connar, in turn (if he is not taken down, that is~) shoots the guard who shot him and brings the man down to the ground, bleeding and unconscious. Captain Morgan waves his hand at the enemy captain and releases two bolts of arcane energy that unerringly strike him, prompting the man to scream bloody murder and witchcraft. Spoiler Hide Magic missile! (2d4+2)[5] And failed rolls. Spoiler Hide Rolls! Slash at Stephen! (1d20+2)[18] CRT? (1d20+2)[19] Damage: (1d8+1)[7] Vs. Stephen (1d20+2)[16] CRT? (1d20+2)[10] Damage: (1d8)[2] Vs. Bank (1d20+2)[9] CRT? (1d20+2)[13] Damage: (1d8)[5] Vs. Connor (this man is hurt!) (1d20+2)[7] CRT? (1d20+2)[14] Damage: (1d8)[6] Vs. Ran'tie (1d20+2)[8] CRT? (1d20+2)[5] Damage: (1d8)[8] With another bottom-up slash, the killed strikes a sharp blow against her foe while he tries to regain his footing from her initial assault. Meanwhile, the tip of her tail sweeps under the feet of her other assailant, seeking to knock him off balance and break his guard for a follow-up in the form of a whirling halberd. Spoiler Hide AOO To-Hit: (1d20+6)[13] AOO Damage: (1d10+6)[12] Trip To-Hit: (1d20+6)[21] vs Touch AC Trip Opposed Strength Check: (1d20+8)[13] Followup Attack To-Hit: (1d20+6)[12] Followup Attack Damage: (1d10+6)[9] EDIT due to temporal AOO shenanigans. AOO response! As the guard tries to get up, Stephen strikes him on the side of the head with her halberd, leaving him with a crack in his skull, bleeding on the floor and breathing weakly! This also means the guard never gets to attack her. I pop up and spot to see if there is anywhere to hide from the enemy captain, and later pop up to try and hit a weak spot.(1d20-2)[9]in the meantime, I attack from hiding with my hand crossbow and shoot the nearest enemy, then hide again. Since I am doing the sniping immediate action, it is at a -20 penalties. afterward, I take my grappling hook+rope out and prepare to throw it next turn attack from hiding:(1d20+6)[11]for(1d3)[2]+(1d6)[6]sneak attack hide:(1d20-8)[11] While he's excited that his new gun fires so well, he sees Connor in nearly the same condition Bank left his target in. Lad, ye gotta get down!he shouts as he rises up for another shot. Spoiler Hide Attack: (1d20+5)[6] Damage: (1d12)[7] That is a Nat 1 =D If only he weren't distracted by a heavily-wounded crew mate. Connors the others boards other the ship, Connor's injuries makes him find cover instead and reloads his pistol. Additionally. I take out my shaker of special spices and put it in my outermost pocket. Would taking two objects out take more than a move action? Inventory that i have not in my pack now:Spoiler Hide Kurt at my side, dagger at my side, hand crossbow out (holster on my leg), spices in my pocket, rope and grappling hook around my shoulder, and have shot 3 bolts His opponent, apparently shocked by being attacked by a large, humanoid insect, misses horribly, his weapon swinging nowhere near Ran'tie. Ral'tie, angry at failing to injure his target, silently full attacks the man with his weapon, extra claws, and bite. Gythka - (1d20+1)[21](1d10+2)[7]Gotha - (1d20-3)[15](1d10+1)[10]Claw - (1d20+1)[13](1d4+1)[2]Claw - (1d20+1)[2](1d4+1)[4]Bite - (1d20+1)[15](1d4+1)[3] Rolling CRT confirmation:Gotha - (1d20+1)[18](1d10+2)[10]If he drops his target and has attacks leftover, he 5ft steps to any target he can reach and continues the attack routine. Gumbo shoots for the enemy captain!... But the bolt ricochets off his armor. The captain in turn ignores the failed assailant, focusing on the much more offensively successful Captain Morgan (the cheater who doesn't need an attack roll!), raising his pistol and firing at him. Spoiler Hide Captain fight! Attack roll: (1d20+6)[12] CRT? (1d20+6)[11] Damage! (1d10)[10] On the rebound comes Bank! Who, with the momentum of his last successful shot... Shoots a passing dove! The bird falls down to the distant, distant ground bellow. With the momentum of her near-killing blow against the guard at her... tail, Stephen sweeps another man off of his feet and lands a terrible slash at his unprotected parts, causing the man to pass out. The remaining two guards draw their swords and converge on Ran'tie, slashing against him with desperate ferocity. Spoiler Hide Attack rolls! Hit: (1d20+2)[6] CRT: (1d20+2)[22] Damage: (1d8+1)[3] Hit: (1d20+2)[10] CRT: (1d20+2)[19] Damage: (1d8+1)[9] Ran'tie in turn slashes precisely at the two men with the blades of his strange weapon, slashing the head off of one of the men's shoulders while tearing a bleeding gash in the flank of the other. All guards are down, one is dead. Connar takes cover, his wounds too severe for him to take risks. Morgan shouts back to the enemy captain." Your men are out good sir, I suggest you surrender now, so that we may avoid further bloodshed." Gritting his teeth, the enemy captain drops his pistol and rapier to the floor. Victory! Stephen drops low, attempting to staunch the bleeding of the guards she had felled before they bled out entirely. She wasn't a real medic, but the killed could hope that her instinct for treating wounds would offer some insight. She really didn't want these people to die if they didn't have to - they were just doing their job, after all. Still, she kept an eye on the rest of the proceedings. She had not undertaken an action like this before, and was not entirely sure what came next. And Stephen could not help but feel a dash of curiosity at Morgan's casting. She knew enough about the humanoid races to understand that talent like that was very, very rare. Spoiler Hide If they matter, rolls to heal checks to try and help the injured guards stabilize. Can't hurt their chances, at least. (1d20+3)[17] (1d20+3)[5] (1d20+3)[5] (1d20+3)[12] (1d20+3)[17] ConnarWith the fighting stopped Connor limbs aboard the captured ship. He takes a quick survey of the area and then heads to the cargo hold to see what they caught. Originally Posted by shugyosha Connor With the fighting stopped Connor limbs aboard the captured ship. He takes a quick survey of the area and then heads to the cargo hold to see what they caught. With Gumbo not far behind Ran'tie, already on the enemy vessel and completely uninjured, approaches the enemy captain, his weapon poised to attack if necessary. He kicks the pistol and rapier away from the captain and motions for him to back up and sit down, clicking orders at him in Ran'tie's native tongue. The enemy captain can't understand Ran'tie, but sits on the floor with his legs crossed and his hands on his knees. Estekhet manages to successfully staunch the bleeding of the five soldiers. The head of the last one looks at her longingly. It is kinda creepy. No, it is actually very creepy. Four of the crewmates follow Connor and Gumbo down to the cargo hold, where they find three bags of silver, a number of gold ingots and a several other goods, between utensils, art and supplies. The killed shudders slightly at the macabre gaze of the corpse, but is mostly just relieved that there had only been on casualty. It'd have been sad if someone had died after the battle was already won. As it was, they'd get better. Eventually. Estekhet was about to head below-decks to help haul up the cargo, but seeing Ran'tie had captured the captain, she decided to make a stop on the way. She wasn't quite sure what the green was saying (like anyone who had lived in a Gate town, she was a bit of a polyglot, but the tongue of the mantis folk had never been one she'd encountered enough to learn), and was fairly certain the captain didn't either." Hey there, Captain. Sorry about the ruckus, but to be perfectly fair, if you'd just let us on in the first place nobody would have gotten hurt. Not saying it's your fault, but hey, that's the way the wind blows." She slings the halberd over her back, securing it loosely and giving the defeated commander a bit of a smile." The ones that still have their heads are going to be fine, by the way. They're hurt, but stable. Why don't you come on down and show us where all the best cargo is? A ship like this is bound to have some valuables hidden out of plain sight, after all. The sooner we find it, the less time we have to spend tearing stuff up looking for it, and the quicker we're gone to let you tend to your injured." Estekhet extends a hand to the seated man." So, care to help, or should I get moving and let my crewmate here keep an eye on you?" Actions:Spoiler Hide Diplomacy check to try and convince the captain to show us any hidden cargo: (1d20+7)[15] The captain growls and sighs, she is right." There are no hidden compartments in the ship's hold, those things would just eat into available space and add weight to the vessel. You can take the master keys, it opens my personal quarters and those of our guests, however. There should be some jewelry and money there, along other things." He pulls open one side of his coat, showing the key hanging from a string. Ran'tie slashes at the string with his pole arm, dragging the key toward him with it after it falls to the ground. Once near him, he allows Stephen to retrieve it while he keeps his weapon trained firmly on the captain. Sighing, Stephen gives her chitinous crewmate a sharp skits'ING, even as she swoops down to pick up the key." Really now, the man is unarmed, and if he had high enough blood to be using magic, I expect he'd have been trading it with our own good captain. Let the man relax a little, would you? He's had a very bad day." With a smile, a nod, and the key in hand, the killed heads for the lodgings of the captain and his passengers, her tail flicking up to nudge Ran'tie's weapon to the side a bit as she departs. Since the others were tending to loot, Bank took it upon himself to gather some supplies. After slinging his gun back over his shoulder, he goes into the powder room to grab a keg of gunpowder and some cannonballs. Once they're on the Silent Wind, he turns around and heads to the other ship's kitchen. The captain grunts." At least your friend is not the sneering braggart kind of scum that you often hear about. Make haste please and let's get this whole deal over with." Barnk finds no difficulty in hauling the supplies back, especially after two remembers go after him to help. After Bank empties the kitchen into his seemingly bottomless stomach, he heads back to the Silent Wind. Thanks for the food and excitement, he dollars to the enemy captain. Ran'tie contemplates stripping every one of their possessions, shoving them off the railing, then scuttling the ship... Unless she sees movement to do such, however, he will keep his thoughts to himself. ConnarGrabbing the bags of silver and gold ingots he brings it up to the main deck." Captian, we got gold and silver and some art. Don't know the quality of it. There are some supplies but not much of a haul." He then goes off to the staterooms there he finds Stephen with the key." Let's go in." Stephen and Connor (still bleeding quite a bit) find themselves in the captain's quarters, a quaint room, indeed. Above his desk hangs a shield with two crossed rapiers behind it, all of exquisite craftsmanship. Next to his bed is a chest of drawers, and the desk has a few drawers itself. The rooms of the two merchant families don't open quite as easily, they probably barred the doors. Gumbo, being a man (half man) of adventure (double adventure), sees others go down to the captains quarters, and follows them enough to look. He doesn't feel like being particularly useful at the moment, though, so he stands in doorways while whistling strange tunes that he just made up untrained Perform: Whistle check!(1d20+2)[14] ConnarGrabbing the rapiers Connor says,"I'll take these back to the ship. See if you can get to the other rooms. I'm going to see if this captain might have something to fix me up." Spoiler Hide search check (1d20+2)[10] Gumbo finds a copper piece lying on the floor!----Connor checks the drawers of the room, he finds five lesser healing motions (CL: 1), 50 gold pieces and a really nice hat. "Heeelloooo, everyone!" Stephen happily calls out to the closed doors." Now, as you are all probably aware, the ship is now under the command of dastardly swashbucklers of ill repute! I would strongly suggest taking a moment to gather any valuables you might possess and shove them outside your door! I'd really like to respect the privacy of everyone here, so if you'd save us all the trouble of barging in and rifling through your stuff, I advise you go ahead and do so now! Don't be stingy!" Actions:Diplomacy Check:(1d20+8)[26] ConnarConnar smiles broadly as he finds what he was looking for. He quaffs one potion grabs the money, and puts on the hat. Spoiler Hide (1d8+1)[4] reminder: to add 4 heal potions to equipment Originally Posted by Drake Gumbo finds a copper piece lying on the floor! This is now my lucky copper, I'm keeping it separate There are a couple more things in the captain's room, but they are mostly documents, books, clothes and personal things. There is a pause in front of the door to the merchant's room, but it opens soon enough, and a hand pushes out a gold necklace, two silver rings and a pair of gold earrings. And then quickly tries to shut the door closed. Spoiler Hide Reflex, DC 15 if you want to try and prevent the door from closing Selina. The enemy captain gives Ran'tie a sideways glare. Stephen lazily flicks her tail around, trying to stop it from closing fully, but she makes no other move towards it. Reflex:(1d20+5)[20]Successfully jamming the door, the killed gives a small shrug to anyone who might be watching and carries in the same upbeat tone." You sure that's everything? Absolutely positive?" The barrel of a pistol peeks from the creek of the door." Yes. Yes, we are sure." That said, the weapon is trembling just a bit. Originally Posted by Drake The barrel of a pistol peeks from the creek of the door. "Yes. Yes, we are sure." That said, the weapon is trembling just a bit. What are the odds that I am near enough hear this and say something?if so:Spoiler Hide prepare to shoot my hand crossbow, also prepare to yell "antique sour noise!"" Are you sure? We are looking for extra help. You would love to ZEE 'ow many riches a pirate can make" if not:Spoiler Hide I change tunes to a much more jaunty tune and stroll further down, looking for a nice looking door that has not been opened. Preferably a nice looking door. I also have out my hand crossbow, with thieves tools in my pocket. "Now, now. Stop waving that around right this moment, why don't you? Nobody wants anybody to get hurt here. Especially not the fine folks who funded this expedition. That sounds okay to you? It sounds okay to me. No reason to get violent when your guards are already taking their morning naps." Action:Sense Motive(1d20+7)[20]to see whether the merchant is telling the truth about handing over all his/her valuables. Connor[IOC] If he is close enough then Connor will do the following With the muzzle pointing through a crack in the door Connor slams his full weight against it pinching the gun between the door and the door jamb. If this provokes the gun to be fired that is fine with Connor. He will simply point his gun at eye level through the crack, showing that he doesn't have a fixed aim like the other and says"Drop the gun and no one will get hurt. I promise. We are pirates, not murderers." The green, not really understanding the purpose of looting valuables, makes rounds to each of the captured crewmen, pointing his cruel weapon at their throats and chattering at them in his native language while disarming them of any weapons he finds. Hedoesunderstand the purpose of disarming his foes. Spoiler Hide *kicks himself in the ass to move* *hurts leg* Gumbo and Estelle will most likely be surprised when Connor pulls his stunt, but the man on the other side helps and drops his grip on the weapon." Fine! Fine, you win! Take everything! Just leave us alone!" The door is no longer barred. Ral'tie acquires eight crossbows, twice as many packs of bolts and eight long swords! The rest of the crew of the Silent Wind finishes packing the valuables in the cargo hold, all that is left is for the group to finish their own dealings. Connor"Thank you,"he says to the passengers and picks up the dropped gun. Before leaving, he adds,"As promised no one will get hurt,""Let's get back and see what the captain wants us to do,"Connor suggests to his crew mates. "I quite agree, it IZ pastime to get back to our ship. I am growing very much bored with is one"

Sky Pirares [IC]|rating:3.0

A Surprise Party Of Four {MystixLady and Wyatt}

(Jeff Newsome looked up from the laptop screen he had been staring at for some time now, stretching his eyes and his body a bit as he sat on one side of the comfortable black leather couch and looked around the room with a sated, curious smile. The reasons for his deep sense of satisfaction and pride were obvious. Despite being in a modest paying, middle management position as this company, Jeff owned a finer home than many of his bosses, with nice things, but nothing more amazing than his beautiful, painfully, incredibly beautiful wife, Mike. Mike sat near the other end of the long, L-shaped couch, her comely legs curled up beneath her as she read her book near her favorite, softly lit lamp. Her slightly auburn hair cascaded around and framed a face of perfect, porcelain skin, high cheek bones, seductive eyes and full lips, her lovely Asian features worthy of magazine covers and fashion shoots if she had desired such a career. Yet it was Mike’s unbelievable body, her curvaceous, full and yet pert bosom, flat tummy and never ending legs were worthy of being a glamour or bikini model, or as Jeff often fantasized to himself, a world-famous porn star. Even her hands and feet had an elegance to them that could make any man’s mouth water. How did Jeff afford a lifestyle where his house looked so fine, and his gorgeous wife was always so perfectly dressed and coiffed? By being extremely picky about spending money. Some would call him cheap or a skinflint, but Jeff bought nice things, expensive things, by spending his money very carefully. Not a dime was wasted, no penny misspent. Even Mike’s wonderful wardrobe had all been purchased under his watchful eye, at store known for good prices and value, not cheap junk that would fall apart in a day. The curious part of his smile was another story. Jeff and Mike had been trying to have a baby for close to two years. A fertility doctor had determined that it was Jeff, who while virile and well-built to seemingly produce many children, had a congenital condition that rendered him sterile. Mike was perfectly fertile, but Jeff could make love to her day after day, as he often did, and nothing would happen. While their insurance covered the fertility testing, the treatments were all out-of-pocket expenses. In vitro fertilization seemed idiotic to Jeff, given its cost and Mike’s fertile womb. Adoption was outrageously expensive, and even artificial insemination had a significant cost and might have to be repeated several times until it took, with Jeff paying out the nose each time. A natural, and most importantly cost-free alternative had been talked about between him and Mike, having another man get her pregnant. Since Jeff had no brothers or close male relatives he trusted, the discussions had centered on Michael, one of Jeff’s best friends. A good-looking guy and one that Jeff could trust, and whom Mike had always commented on being cute, Jeff thought he had her almost convinced…until he unconvinced himself. Jeff’s pride bugged him, and he worried about the baby, especially a boy, looking too much like Michael, a friend that would be around all the time. Even as he was thinking of backing out of that plan, Jeff had come across a website where groups of men provided just the service Mike, and he needed…breeding parties. The men could be chosen for certain attributes like intelligence, athleticism, height, hair and eye color, etc., and the only cost was the woman sharing her favors with the men. It was a kink for the men who participated, being breeders, they and the women were closely screened for diseases and only attractive people were matched up. The breeding was done all at once, a gang bang essentially, though breeding party somehow sounded more scientific and fatherly to Jeff. That way none of the men knew exactly who was the Father of the child that was conceived. Fertility drugs and ovulation testing would almost guarantee that the seed would take the first time, and if not, a second party was all that was needed. The idea of watching, and maybe even filming Mike as she was made love to buy some hunky guys that looked like an Ivy League lacrosse team made Jeff’s cock swell to full and stiff. Finally getting up the nerve to mention it to Mike, he picked up the laptop, walked over, kissed her soft lips and sat down and very clinically explained the process to her, showing her the website, assuring her that men would kill to be chosen for her, and that this way they would never have to see the men again and that the nature of the breeding would be kept secret. No one, not even Michael, would know the baby wasn’t from Jeff’s own loins. Seeing that she was a little hesitant, maybe even a lot, the very excited Jeff offered,“We can do it right here in our own house, very safe and secure. You can enjoy yourself, I want you to, think of all of those orgasms as a bonus for carrying the baby for nine months, you deserve it, Mike. Hey, I’ll even give you the credit card and let you go to your favorite lingerie shop and pick out anything you like for that night, no limits,” he smiled easily, and she could tell Jeff would give her anything to make this happen and that he was really horny to see her fuck and take the cum of so many men. Still sensing some reluctance, Jeff stood up and shifted the laptop into her lap,“Mike, this is your night, so you pick out the men that interest you, smart and oh, definitely athletes if you can, imagine the money we can save if the baby can earn a scholarship for college. As many and whomever you like, with nice, big cocks, anything that will make you happy. Oh, but nobody with blond hair. With your auburn color and my brown hair, those are believable, just no blonds or people might not think it is my baby. Okay, lover?” he asked, using the voice he always used when Jeff was trying to convince Mike of something he wanted,“Surprise me, send in your pic, choose your men and don’t even tell me about what they look like until the party.” In Jeff’s mind it was an offer Mike couldn’t refuse, and the swelling in his pants only grew harder and longer. It was all going to be so perfect, just the way he envisioned things. (Newsome is an American-born Chinese. Her parents migrated from Taiwan when they were just newly-wed and gave birth to Mike shortly. She had met her husband during a group dating event organized by her colleagues, and it was love at first sight for the both of them. They started dating almost immediately and got married just after two months. Her parents were against the very idea of her marrying at such a young age, but love is very blind to Mike. Sitting in the room and listening to her husband about the very idea of getting a gang bang from a group of strangers boiled her blood. She simply did not understand why he wanted kids so much. She didn't want any kids at all but after much persuasion from her husband, she decided to try for one. Secretly, she was glad that they had never been able to conceive for the past 2 years. When the results came that Jeff is impotent, it was as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulder. She consoled him that they could live without any children of their own, but he just didn't seem to understand her. Looking at the laptop screen, she looked into Jeff's eyes and what she saw was excitement and even arousal. Does her husband really think it is arousing for his wife to have sex with strangers? Not to mention, to conceive her? The idea is just so ridiculous to her. She wanted to stand up and scream at him, but her plastic smile remains on her face. "Of course I will take a look at it. I know you really want a kid." Taking over the laptop, she flipped through a few photos. "Why don't you go hang out with Michael for a few round of golf while I take my time to pick the best for us? You can always trust my taste right?" She planted a light kiss on his lip and gave him a soft push on his back. "Have fun darling." When Jeff is finally out of the room. Mike jumped up and stomped around the room. She needs to come up with a plan to counter his very own. Looking out of the window and waving at Jeff as he drove away, an idea suddenly struck her. No blondes? Something darker? She can definitely find those guys. Returning to the couch with the notebook on her lap, she quickly keyed in a few keywords and 2 pages of results were returned. Guessed those guys she had in mind are very rare. Scanning through a few pictures, she finally found the perfect fours guys that matches all her criteria. Noticing that they are online for a quick chat, she initiated for a video chat and after exchanging a few words and checking out each one of them, she gave them her address and the date and time for the favor. Shutting down the laptop, she picked up her purse and drove to one of the most luxurious malls in town. Jeff is not going to be stingy on the credit cards so she is going to choose only the highest end product for the exciting night. She looked through the huge collection of nighties and finally select a black glittery one. This can be easily removed by tugging the front ribbon and the whole piece will fall apart. Although she actually wanted one that is harder to remove so that it would require those guys to rip them off her, but the hefty price made her think twice. Not that she would actually use it again with Jeff. She would have burnt this off.(week passed quickly and the fateful night arrived. For the past one week, Mike had kept Jeff at arm's length, giving him the lame excuse that she is saving her eggs for the day. They wouldn't want to do this twice. They had agreed that no photography is allowed for the night as they don't want to keep any evidence of the father of this child. Although Mike knew that it would be hard to show the truth since she had actually chosen four large black men. All of them were as black as coal and bald. Now no one is going to be worried about blonde hair. These guys don't even have any hair! When she dressed herself in the nightie, she could see that Jeff is lusting at the sight. Unfortunately, he wouldn't have the chance to undress her. Dabbing a bit of perfume behind her ears, she looked at the huge bed she had shared with her husband for many nights. Tonight, she would be having sex with four black strangers on this bed and her husband will be seated in the very couch beside the bed, watching her getting gang bang. She is in fact nervous about this whole deal. Is this even right? Before her thoughts could wonder any further, the doorbell buzzed. "Darling, I think our guest are here. Why don't you go invite them in while I settle myself on the bed?" Mike’s smile and easy agreement with his idea never even fazed Jeff, she had always seemed to see things his way, usually without him even trying. Some might have thought she was obedient, in a very old-fashioned way, but Jeff had a different, if equally old-fashioned view of their relationship. He was the provider, older by a few years, more worldly, and of course, he was the man, so it was only natural for her to trust him to guide her in what was best for them both and to want to please him. That Mike was going along with his suggestion certainly pleased him, and when she took the laptop and began her search, he was sure she was as hooked on the idea as he was.“Golf? Yeah, a round of golf would be great, Babe, you are the best. You know I trust your taste, after all, you chose me, right?” he replied, half teasing, half serious, and off he went. Returning later that night, Jeff was excited to hear that Mike had already found a group she was interested in and had not only been accepted by them, as he knew she would be, but the men had already set a date to take and breed her, and it was only a week away. Trying to seduce her that night, Jeff was disappointed that Mike put him off, he was horny and aroused beyond belief and since he was sterile the idea of saving her eggs didn’t make much sense. But she was the woman and knew far better about such things, so instead of bedding his lovely and sexy wife, Jeff spent the next week masturbating in the shower, each time closing his eyes and seeing the handsome, rugged athletes and businessmen filling her full of their cocks and seed as she loved every minute of it. Just that thought alone usually had Jeff orgasming in only a few minutes. The big night, as Jeff incessantly called it all week, had finally arrived, and he was wound tighter than a drum. He had cleaned the house, bought snacks and drinks, made everything ready for their guests, including putting fresh, new satin sheets on the bed. He left Mike to get herself ready, not that his gorgeous wife needed much to make any man want her, simply being there was usually enough, but from the sharp sparkle in her eyes he could tell that she wanted this night to be truly special. He had just walked in the bedroom and had his vision filled with the sight of his buxom, leggy wife and her pale, porcelain skin dressed up in the slinky and sheer black bottom and top that barely hid the full curves of her heavenly breasts.“Oh God, Mike, you look hot! That black color against your white skin, so amazing, I’m almost having second thoughts about…” But just then the doorbell rang and the time for second thoughts was passed, and Jeff’s cock was rock hard again. Swallowing thickly as she asked him to get the door, Jeff simply nodded to his Asian beauty and moved quickly through the house and opened the door just as the bell rang a second time. Out of the darkness stepped a large black man, wearing a dark sport coat, well tailored, matching slacks and an open collared, button up shirt. He was about six feet three inches tall and offered a large, black hand, smiling smoothly,“I’m Carl, you must be Mr. Mike, a pleasure, or at least it will be for us. Let me introduce my associates, Dell, Savoy and Jace,” his deep, rich bass voice intoned as three more black men, dressed similarly, though not identically walked through the door and seemed to be very much at ease as they shook Jeff’s hand in turn and casually stepped into the living room. Carl was the oldest looking, and clearly the leader. Tall, dark black skin, bald and handsome, he was not heavily built, but looked very athletic and strong nonetheless. Maybe 35 years old, he had an air that commanded a room, possibly a lawyer or police officer Jeff guessed. Dell was the tallest, two inches taller than Carl and even under his jacket it was clear that he was very thickly muscled, maybe thirty years old and sporting some tattoos and a small, sold stud earring in one ear. Savoy was the youngest looking, no more than 23, Jeff was sure of that, maybe younger, about Jeff’s height, but with shoulders that seemed as broad as he was tall. Jace was the handsomest of the group, a real ladies man, he wore the most jewelry and was the shortest and lightest built of the group, though he seemed to reach down and adjust something along his inner thigh, so he might not have been the smallest where it counted. Jeff was frozen, yet still moving, his thoughts brought to a standstill as his brain vainly tried to comprehend what was going on, even as the men helped themselves to drinks and the trays of snacks that Jeff had prepared. Closing the door behind Jace, Jeff walked to the foot of the stairs, almost seeming to interpose his body between those of the large, studly black men and his sexy, scantily clad wife who was up in their bedroom waiting to be made love to.“You look a little taken aback, don’t you, Mr. Mike?” Carl asked easily. Jeff paused for a long moment,“I’m…my name is Jeff, Jeff New…” Carl cut him off,“Don’t need to know your last name, Jeff, and you don’t want to know ours, that is how this works. Anonymity, it is best for all. Now, I’m guessing Mike didn’t tell you that she chose four black men,” he chuckled, but somehow not derisively, more knowingly, “Yeah, brother, that happens more than you know. Lots of women want the dark meat, at least a taste, and their men never even think to ask. Listen, not a man in this room makes less than six figures in income, two doctorates, one masters and Savoy is a senior honor’s student in college, double major. We all played college ball, except Jace who ran track, so you’re going to have a very bright, athletic, gorgeous mixed race baby, maybe two if you get lucky and have twins, in return, as agreed, this is our night with Mike, and she is one fine woman. Why don’t you go get her ready and then introduce us in about two minutes, break the ice as it were.” The other men nodded and raised their glasses to that thought and Jeff knew there was no way he could stop them if he tried, so he nodded in return and told them to wait there as he practically ran up the steps and into their bedroom, a bit wild eyed, and yet, despite the shock, his cock was still hard as a rock.“Mike… I…they…this isn’t what I meant?” he sputtered out, weakly, knowing that he had trapped himself, and realizing quickly, that there was far more to Mike than the beautiful face and killer body she was displaying so brilliantly at the moment, “The baby won’t look like me,” he protested, but even Jeff knew he didn’t sound believable. Mike awaited in the room anxiously. She couldn't wait to check out Jeff's response when he opened the door to those four black guys. Although she wasn't the kind of girl to have a fetish for black men, but the thought of getting back at Jeff's for his ridiculous idea is just too hard to ignore. She had made sure that there were no faults from these guys where Jeff could pick and reject them. Their education and work backgrounds are perfect. It is guaranteed that with good upbringing, their yet to be born child would have a bright future ahead. When she heard voices coming through the door, she knew that they had met. Will Jeff chase those guys out, or will he keep up with his image before confronting her? The door opened and the shocked look on Jeff's face was enough to bring a smirk on her face. "Oh darling, what are you talking about? Those guys are perfect. Didn't they tell you about their qualifications? Our kid is going to grow up to be a successful child. Don't worry about the color. I'm so fair the baby will end up with a tan skin maybe? You have tan skin, so nobody would suspect a thing." She blinked her eyes at him. It wasn't that she didn't know that the child could turn out completely dark but since she had always been the bimbo in the house, she shall fake her ignorance on the matter. "Don't worry okay? And I think you will like the sight of those four black guys on a very fair me. Isn't it like one of those videos you had watched?" She knew he was very secretive about those movies, but she had caught him on them before so he wouldn't say no to her now. "Let me go warm up to them. You are going to have more fun than me tonight." She planted a quick kiss on his face before sashaying out of the bedroom. Once she stepped into the brightly lighted living room, four pairs of eyes turned onto her immediately. The smiles and grins on their face shows that they are definitely satisfied at the sight. "Hello guys. I'm so glad you guys made it here. Enjoy the food and drinks. Just let me or Jeff know if you need any help. Or if you want, we can always start with the deal first." She lifted a finger and trailed it along the top of her breast and down her cleavage, twirling the sash tied into a tight ribbon between her assets, holding them up. Jeff listened with a shocked and yet lustfully confused look on his face as Mike took charge of the situation and laid things out for him. Her logic was brilliant and almost inarguable. The men were athletic and well credentialed, bordering on brilliant and quite accomplished. Jeff blushed at her knowledge of his taste in porn, having mentioned it to her once long ago and dropped it when she didn’t seem interested. That she had found the interracial porn he so often downloaded was clear, and she was so damn right about how much Jeff knew he wanted to see that coal-black flesh played out against hers. Her mention that the child might just look tanned was the only one he could take a hard line argument against, but at the moment his throat and lips were dry and parched, almost as much so as his cock was hard. The child could be dark black, fair skinned, but more likely would be a dark mulatto, a deep caramel color and quite beautiful as mixed race children so often were. Even golf slipped into his whirring mind at that moment, and he could envision Mike giving birth to the next Tiger Woods, or perhaps the female version. As she walked by and gave him a glancing kiss, Jeff hesitated in reaching for Mike, and she was gone, her curvy ass swaying perfectly as he followed her down the stairs. All four men had shed their jackets and were sitting there very much at ease in Jeff’s house, and he thought as he gulped back the thought, would soon be far less casually inside Jeff’s lovely and suddenly very aggressive and gorgeous wife. All four stood even as their eyes drank in every curve, covered and not, of Mike’s sumptuous appearance. Damn, they were even gentlemen, making it all the harder for Jeff to protest. Their white shirts were now more prominent and the contrast between the fabric and their black flesh sent thoughts through Jeff’s raising mind that he knew would be coming true all too soon. Mike was in charge, she clearly planned to fuck these men and have a child result, all with Jeff watching and there wasn’t a damn thing he could, or truthfully, would do to stop it. Carl walked over, his smooth baritone and well cut body making him look sexy even to Jeff, who couldn’t help but to know that this bull of bulls would be the first to plant his seed in Mike’s womb, there was clearly a pecking order as there always was with men, and Carl was king here,“Mike, you look beautiful,” he offered and slipped a large, dark hand beneath her skimpy top and curled it around her waist, pulling her in and kissing her with his thick, handsome lips as he made his alpha claim upon Mike. Finally breaking the kiss after his tongue had delved deeply into her mouth, sealing her promise to the men in a silent and unbreakable fashion, he took her by the hand and led her over to the luxurious leather sofa, where she was offered a seat between Carl and Dell, the biggest and brawniest of the men.“You are glowing, Mike, women, even as hot as you, only glow like that when they are in heat,” Dell offered as he slipped a tree-trunk like arm across her soft shoulders, his other hand undoing the string that held her bodice closed, allowing her fill and creamy breasts to spill free, the left one being immediately cupped by him, even as Carl pulled back the loose négligée that covered her right breast and kissed his way down until her hard, dusky pink nipple was suckled tightly between his demanding lips, “That means you are fertile as can be, Baby, and when we leave in the morning, that lovely belly of yours is going to have a black baby or two growing in it,” Dell finished and began kissing her neck. Carl’s long, thick fingers worked their way beneath her thin and silky panties, rubbing her clit, skillfully manipulating that little pleasure pearl even as Jeff found that he was holding his breath without realizing it as not only the sight of two men, but two large, good-looking and amazingly dark skinned men began to ready his wife for a night like neither of them had ever known before. Jace nodded to Savoy, then both rose and walked past Jeff, telling him as they headed upstairs,“Mike has never had nearly as much cock as she is going to take tonight, and we are going to fill her way past full of cum. Savoy and I will be getting ready and waiting upstairs while Carl and Dell get her wet and set for what she’s going to get,” he chuckled, more at himself than anything, “Sorry man, I can’t help but rhyme, it’s my thing…well, that and having the biggest, swing ingest cock in the bunch. I always go last, otherwise she might split right in half with what I’m packing.” Both men were joking to themselves and already undoing their shirt buttons as they headed upstairs, with Dell looking over to Jeff,“You sit down and watch, your wife is in good hands, she made the right choice calling us…and for tonight, she is ours, our lover, our bitch, our lady, our whore, our goddess, all the tings she should be to you, she is ours. Mike, get up on your knees' girl, stick that sweet ass towards me and let me lick your sweet pussy until you are ready to go upstairs…and show Jeff who is the boss now, take Carl’s rod and show him how you really suck a man off when he’s going to get you pregnant…a real man.” Carl’s lips popped off of Mike’s wet and blushing breast at that moment, and he sat back, giving her access to his zipper, with the outlines of what look like at least eight thick, straight inches of black penis staining for her touch and mouth as his pants stretched out to contain it. Jeff's eyes were wide, and he sat down as if in a trance, his hand absently rubbing his own cock through his slacks as Mike and these men began to own each other right in front of him. Mike smiled as Carl pulled her in for a kiss. The quick kiss sent shiver up her spine. She had already been introduced to them in the video conference, and she knew that Carl is in charge of the group as he was the one who sealed the deal with her. From the screen, these guys don't look this huge but now that the four of them were sitting in her living room, she couldn't help feel overwhelm by their size. Just the thought of how large their cock could be created butterflies in her stomach." Thank you, Carl. I'm glad to finally be able to meet you." Her hand resting on his chest. She wonders if there were any chest hair beneath the shirt. She would love to bury her hands in them. Being led over to the couch, she was being squeezed between the two huge men. She let out a tiny opus when her breast bounced free from the lingerie. The warm hand against her cool skin made her moaned softly. "Oh, you are so hot." She teased Dell playfully, letting the real meaning of her words hung in the air. The black lingerie hanged loosely around her arms as Carl closed in on her right. Her nipples hardened quickly in his mouth. Her moans grew louder as both men attended to her beloved assets. "Oh yes, sucked harder please..." She pleaded shamelessly. This whole act was arousing her greatly. If she wasn't sure this was what she wanted out of the deal Jeff made, she is now certified that she will be the biggest winner in the game at the end of the night, or maybe even morning if these guys have stamina as large as they looked. Carl would find that she is already wet and her panties soaking slightly from it. His rubbing only causes the moist spot to grow and her moans to get louder. She is glad for the soundproof wall of their apartment. Wouldn't want any busybody neighbors to wonder what is going on behind the closed door. From the corner of her eyes, she noticed Jeff's hand moving over his crotch. She is secretly thinking if he would be able to contain himself just by watching this orgy through the night. Too bad he wasn't in the position to join them. She felt a tiny pang of guilt, but it was quickly washed away when the men commanded her into the kneeling position. Moving up from her seat, she shrugged off the top leaving herself naked to all eyes in the room. Her assets swung below her as she kneeled on the couch, her hip facing Dell and her eyes watching the huge bulge below her. Her right hand moved over to the bulge, stroking it slowly softly and unbuttoned the pants. "I guessed I need my hands for support. So we are only leaved with this..." She lowered her head and her teeth found the zipper. She slowly pulled it down, her sharp nose trailing along Carl's crotch as she does so. With a quick pulled on his brief with her mouth, her eight-inch black cock sprouted out and stood up, hard and long. Her eyes widened at the length, and she gasped out aloud. "O.H. M.Y. G.O.D." She mouthed the words with much exaggeration. She had never seen such a length before and not to mention, black. Her tongue found its way over to the tip of his penis, and she lapped hungrily over it. Her mouth slowly covered the first inch of his shaft from the top, and she sucked and swallowed it inch by inch until she had about 4 inches of it in her. Furthermore, her teeth grazed along his skin and her tongue circled his penis. She began sucking harder and harder as she moaned against the hard cock. The feeling of Dell's tongue on her pussy only stimulate her further and she took a deep breath before swallowing another inch of Carl's cock in. The last inch would mean a deep throating and she wanna saved the best for the last. Her head bobbed up and down as she gives him a blowjob before her husband. Upon Carl’s chest, Mike’s probing hands found a modicum of coarse, black hair. His chest was not fully or heavily covered in it, but was most prominent in a T-shaped area that spread out across the top of his chest and then down the center of his well muscled torso. As Mike took out that thick, black cock and began to swallow it inch by inch, Jeff was sweating and yet hard as a rock, his eyes wide and his neck craned so that he could get the best view of the dark, black monster disappearing between her sweet and full pink lips.“That’s it, Baby, suck that black monster…once you get a taste for this, you’ll never forget it,” Carl crooned deeply, one of his hands grasping the wide base of his dick, stroking the remaining length to meet Mike’s talented gulps, while his other hand worked his fingers into her silky hair and guided her head up and down his steely, fleshy shaft. Her gorgeous, curvaceous ass stuck high into the air was being tickled by Dell’s nose as his long, pink tongue lapped at her folds, licking from her clit to the edge of her brown pucker, then back down again. First one, then two long, talented fingers invaded her soaking wetness and rimmed her canal, before they began sliding in and out of her like a piston. Dell’s thumb flicked her pearl, strumming it as he fingered her and began concentrating his licks on the bottom of her pussy and the tight star of her ass.“Mmm, sweet Baby,” Carl groaned, and his hips ground upwards to meet her beautiful mouth with short, quick strokes, “I don’t think you and I are going to make it upstairs. You almost have me there, Mike, and we can’t waste any of that seed, no matter how much you are going to like the taste.” His voice was deeper than ever, and she could taste tons of salty, slick pre-cum coating her tongue and mouth. Even as Dell drove his fingers faster and faster into her dripping wetness, licking her juices up as quickly as she made them.“Fuck,” Carl moaned, let Dell get you cumming, them spread those pretty legs across my lap, and I’m going to take you right here, fuck you right now, let Jeff see how a real man makes you scream, how a potent man pumps you full of sperm, Baby.” Jeff was practically jerking off through his pants, and Carl slowed Mike’s fabulous blowjob, letting her savor the taste of his meat in her mouth while Dell finished off her first orgasm of the night.“It’s going to feel so good when I fuck that just cummed pussy, Mike, going to feel so good,” Carl told her, his voice almost hypnotic and his staff incredibly stiff and wet from her mouth.”Cum for me, then fuck your bull,” Dell demanded as his thick, black fingers invaded her depths again and again, and if they felt this good, she could only fantasize about how good Carl’s big, bull cock was going to feel when it pierced and spread her pussy wider than it had ever been spread before. Whether she sat forward or backward, to show off her big, bouncy breasts to Jeff as she was going to be taken the first time this night, Carl left that up to Mike. Mike's snow-white skin is a huge contrast against the blacks. It was almost like watching a black and white film without color. Her mouth tightened over Carl's cock when Dell plunged his fingers into her. She groaned against the cock and her pace picked up, head bobbing faster against the cock. Her teeth grinding against his skin, her tongue gliding across the length as his pre-cum began filling her mouth. She head bounced in rhythm to Dell's fingering. In and out. Up and down. She could feel herself coming to her orgasm with just those fingers. With a loud cry, her sweet juices burst out and wetting Dell's finger all over. God, this must be the fastest she had ever reached her climax in her whole life! It always took so long with Jeff and not to mention, she even had to fake it a few times. Maybe Jeff's suggestion wasn't that bad after all. She gets to enjoy herself and with the approval of her husband. Sneaking a glance towards Jeff as she turned and spread her legs before Carl, she noticed the grim look on her husband's face. Leaning her body against Dell, she spread her legs open and placed them onto Carl's lap as instructed. Her breast had swell with her first orgasm, and it bounced softly as she moved on the couch. Her cleanly shaven pussy is glistening with her cums and she felt slightly embarrassed as she exposed her pink fold before a stranger for the first time. She was immediately aroused once again in this position even before the cock entered her. As she looked down between the valley of her breast, she could see Carl position his wonderful cock before her. "Give me now...please~" She cooed at Carl and wonder how Jeff would felt watching her wife's first attempt at fucking a black. Jeff was hard as a rock, stroking his cock through his pants almost furiously as Mike screamed and almost squirted all over Dell’s thick, black fingers as she came, his face red with excitement and shame as these two black bulls quickly brought her to orgasm in ways he never could…and she hadn’t even been fucked yet. He watched as she slid into Carl’s lap, his black cock glistening from her saliva after she had sucked it so well. Her pale skin against his dark black flesh driving Jeff wild with lust and embarrassment as she spread her long legs wide open for Carl and hovered over what Dell had called her black bull. Her full and swollen breasts bounced incredibly as she moved, and he could tell that these men would fuck her all night long even if Jeff tried to stop them…she was irresistibly beautiful, sexy and fertile, and they meant to take every advantage of it.“Pull that dick out and stroke it off Jeff,” Dell told him, “We brought a little device for Mike to lock you up in once you blow that first load.” Carl chuckled as he handled Mike’s lithe, curvy body as if it were a feather,“I bet more of my seed leaks out of her then he makes in a week,” and with that his enormous cock, which looked big enough to reach into Mike’s belly as she sat above it, sank halfway into her pink wetness, Dell’s expert fingering having gotten her opened up and wet enough to take half that monster in one deep stroke.“Fuck me,” Carl growled primally to Mike and his hands began to guide her hips and body up and down, plunging an inch deeper on each stroke until at last her tightness was stretched wide, and she was filled beyond imagination… Carl had bottomed out against her cervix and still had three inches to go. Jeff had his dick in his hand and came just as Carl told Mike,“You want me all, then press hard and let my cock into your womb…you want to make a black baby, don’t ya’, Girl?” he asked as he fucked her, pounding against her cervix, her breasts shuddering and shaking with each thrust and Jeff looking pathetic with his cock squirting a thin stream of cum up and onto his shirt. Dell grinned, “This is what you wanted, ain’t it Jeff?” Mike gave a loud cry as Carl thrust into her. His hands felt hot on her body and her eyes were on his flexing muscles as he pulled her down, fucking her hard. Her moans and groans soon echoed in the room. She pushed her hips up to meet Carl’s pounding. His cock reaching the end of her cervix with each thrust and hitting her G-spot perfectly. "Don't stop!" Mike was yelling at top volume now. She squeezed his cock in her and held him tightly and warmly. The sensation is far better than she had imagined. She heard Dell taunting Jeff and that drove her crazy. This definitely wasn't what Jeff had in mind. He had only wanted her to get the seeds but not truly enjoy the sex with strangers, furthermore, blacks. Her tiny revenge turned out advantageous to herself mentally and physically. Her breasts were aching from the hard bounce as Carl pounded harder into her. She opened herself fully to accept him as the last few inches of his cock disappeared under her. Her belly felt full and her climax once against climbing to the top. Her hands twisted to the back, and she grabbed Dell's hands and palmed them flat against her breasts. "Squeeze them. They are aching." She cried with pleasure as both men attended to her needs. Her shameless moan could be heard by Jace and Levy in the bedroom upstairs. "I'm coming!" She shouted as she felt herself bursting with pleasure. Her wet juices came all over Carl's cock, and she had long forgotten Jeff's presence in the room, watching her climax for the second time in such a short time span. She fell back limply against Dell. Her legs were still quivering on Carl's lap. "Oh gosh. If all four of you are as good as this, I will be so wasted before daybreak." She laughed breathlessly as she teased the black men.

A Surprise Party Of Four {MystixLady and Wyatt}|rating:2.0

Let's Do the Walk of Shame (Deceitful_Lies)

This wasn't the first morning Phoebe Rowe'same clacking into the apartment complex. Her high rise building typically wasn't home to women who looked like Phoebe did, but with her job, she could afford every single thing in her apartment, plus some. Stripping wasn't a cheap job, certainly not where the red head worked. The upscale club was full of rich men, ready to pay whatever the price for just as small of a thing as a seductive strip tease. The men's wives had fallen down the scale, according to them, and a young, new woman was just what they wanted. Phoebe, along with each and every other woman in the club, were more than eager to take their money. Phoebe approached the elevator, pressing the button with her salon styled, ruby red nails and took a step back, popping out her hip. Her crimson heels slid across the tile, clacking with her move, refusing to hide the shame Phoebe felt. Each morning, she attempted to avoid the other tenants of the building, just so she could return to her room in peace. Her short dress barely covered her upper thighs and down right refused to peak out from under her black pea-coat. Both articles of clothing exposed her long, pale legs to the cold air in the lobby, forcing goosebumps over her entire body. Her fire red hair was still held in the style she had placed it in the night before; curled with rollers and held with gel, spray and the ever faithful bobby pins. As much as she tried, her makeup simply wasn't wiping from her face and at some point in the cab, Phoebe simply gave up. Every dollar Phoebe had pumped into her culinary training was going down the drain. She could only cook for herself, or whatever lucky date she could find, but she was doing nothing with the degree she had worked so hard to earn. The look on her face was unpleased as the door to the elevator cracked open, exposing a small child. She forced her eyes to drop away from the mother beside him. No doubt they were heading out to school and Phoebe wasn't about to get in their way. There was a soft mumble from the woman, who was clearly scanning Phoebe's clothing. Before another word was spoken, or she could comment back, the stripper slipped inside the movable box and pressed the doors closed, nearly jamming her finger into the glowing button before she bothered to lean against the wall and wait for it to open on the tenth floor. She could only hope that would be the only other run in with a tenant this morning. "No it's okay...yeah... That's alright, Barnaby. It's not like this is the first time you've stood me up, I'm used to it by now...alright, thanks; tell Nora I said I'll be coming over for Thanksgiving." With that said the once white, now paint splattered phone, settling back into the receiver. Blythe Emarzlightly sighed as she rolled over on her bed, she stared up at the ceiling. The glow in the dark stars stuck up there almost seemed to blend into the whiteness of the roof, they only looked pretty at night. With a soft sigh and a quick jerk up, Blythe sat up and stretched, the feeling of annoyance and stress making her body ache. Once again her brother had left her in change of his restaurant while he went off with his wife to only god knows where, she grabbed her small notebook and jot down his phone number. "Fifth number change in a month..." She muttered, the tomboy stood up and popped her back. If someone said being in charge of a restaurant was hard, they were right. Now try being in charge of it as well as being the only patisserie there, on a full weekend night; Blythe didn't have it easy. The brunette softly laughed to herself as she walked around, she wasn't all that tall; being an average 5'5" without any shoes on. Blythe quickly started fixing her apartment up, last night she got home late and ended up passing out on the couch while watching old cartoons as well as eating ice cream. Blythe picked the empty container and spoon off the ground before turning the TV off, it got lonely from time to time living alone in the apartment. Blythe's older brother Barnaby moved out after getting married, but still visit from time to time, only now he hadn't come around for about three months. Blythe sighed as she finished up, glancing back at the clock she realized, she had to head out before she was late. The brunette's silvery-green eyes closed as she sighed, quickly heading to her room, she started getting her clothes out. "I hope today it goes well, that stupid food critique is coming today, stupid Barnaby." She muttered to herself, the angry mutters were nothing real, she loved her brother too much. Blythe quickly pulled off her T-shirt, lucky for her, last night she hadn't had time to change out of her work clothes. So she just ended up removing her pants and bra before falling asleep on the couch, she liked sleeping like that, she called it her instant PCs. As she stripped down, anyone could see Blythe wasn't one of the prettiest girls in the world. She was slender with narrow hips and a small chest, she had more of a boyish look to her. Add her short dark brown hair and sun kissed skin, it wasn't hard for someone to think she wasn't female. Yet Blythe didn't care, long hair got in the way, and her old job was a lifeguard so she got pretty tan from it. She pulled on a black long sleeve T-shirt and tugged a purple hoodie over it, her faded jeans came on quickly after that followed by her converse. Blythe ran her finger through her hair as she grabbed her messenger bag stuff with her things, she made sure she wasn't missing anything as she ran to the door. "Bye, Sushi, don't eat the couch!" Blythe yelled back at her Japanese bobtail cat as she ran out the door and locked it. Blythe let out a breath of relief as she got to the elevator doors, she punched the button as she waited. As she waited, she opened her bag as she made sure she brought the keys to open the restaurant building, she'd left them at home before and wasn't about to repeat that mistake again. The familiar ding of the elevator made her look back up as the doors opened to reveal, none other than her neighbor, Blythe remembered her name was Phone. "Morning." She said happily, her eyes quickly went to the red-head's clothes. Blythe felt a deep sadness, she hated seeing someone with so much potential like Phoebe, wasting it like this. She watched as the other girl pushed past her and quickly turned to her, Blythe hesitated for a moment." Hey, Phoebe...that job offer at my brother's restaurant, it's still on the table for you...you know, in case you were interested." She said as she fell quiet, Blythe wanted to say so much more, but she knew she would lose the sliver of friendship she had with Phone. "Have a nice morning then." With that said, Blythe turned only to see that the doors had already closed. She pressed the button again and waited, it didn't open, and she could now hear it going down again. "Great." She muttered to herself as she sighed, Blythe crossed her arms as she waited. She glanced over at Phoebe, she had always found herself attracted to the red-head, in a more than neighbors kind of way. "Hey, Phoebe...do you want to go grab breakfast with me, I know a pretty good place." The lift bell went off, drawing Phoebe's eyes up. Of course, on the other side of the door was her neighbor and her mood instantly dropped. The woman looked as if she had just finished digging through her bag and the red head took that chance to step to the side and slip out of the metal box. She hoped the woman wouldn't speak to her, but her luck wasn't nearly that good. Phoebe's gray eyes landed on Blythe as she began to speak, her fingers loosening the buttons on her jacket to expose the dress underneath. She was already partly to her door and had been caught. There was no use in hiding her clothing at this point. She only vaguely remembered the offer her neighbor had offered to her, but the sound of working in a restaurant caught her ear. The thought of working in a place that would let her use her degree would be a dream come true, compared to what she was doing now, but the question was, could she afford it. While she had money saved in her bank account, that wasn't about to last forever. Her job as a stripper gave her plenty of funds to work with on a daily basis and in the long run, would give her more. The thoughts haunted her as she watched Blythe turn towards the elevator. Sadly for her, the doors had already closed and Phoebe gave her a short, quick look over before turning away towards her front door. But when her name was called, she stopped and turned around once again to face the pixie-haired girl. She hesitated for a moment at the suggestion of breakfast and very slowly shook her head. "I'm not up for breakfast," she admitted, trying to set the girl's offer down softly without smashing it into pieces. She had been up all night and simply wanted to curl under her covers and sleep the day away. She had that evening off, which gave herself plenty of time to do as she pleased. What she pleased... Her mind locked into an idea, and she straightened her back at the thought, standing at her full height of 5'10", simply because of her four-inch heels. "I have the night off," she informed her neighbor. "Would you... care to come over?" Blythe lightly sighed as she leaned her whole body against the metal door, she was a rather cheerful girl. Her name meant cheerful, carefree, and peaceful; she always liked it and everything it meant, and she tried living her life like her name. Never letting anything bring her down, always being happy and kind to everyone, but there were times that she felt a heavy unhappiness weigh her down. It came out of nowhere and just hit her hard and head on, it faded away a while after. Blythe snapped out of her thoughts as she realized Phoebe had rejected her invitation to breakfast, she wasn't surprised, she would have been even more surprised if Phoebe accepted it." Alright, another day then." She replied as she leaned her head back, Blythe softly blew at a clump of hair that was getting in her eyes, she kept at it until it blew up and stayed put. "Yay!" She muttered softly to herself, Blythe was easily entertained, even more easily excited. The familiar ding rang out and Blythe pushed herself off the doors before they opened, and she fell onto only god knows who, she wasn't up to making an idiot out of herself, especially now that she was the temporary owner of Grace Brasserie. Neither her brother nor she knew what it meant, and it didn't really seem to bother them. Business was good, people loved the food, and Blythe was doing the two thing she loved; making sweets and making people happy. She snapped her head up as she heard Phoebe, she looked a little confused about what the taller woman said, a smile formed on her face as she realized what Phoebe said. Blythe never had gone over to Phoebe's house and was now excited. "Sure, I would love to. I'll even bring something over from the restaurant, something sweet and chocolaty." She replied as the elevator doors opened up, and a small family walked out, Blythe let them pass as she smiled happily. Today a fresh shipment of chocolate was arriving at the restaurant so she would be able to make something good, Blythe felt more than happy. "I'll come over as soon as I get out, see you later Phoebe!" Blythe said happily, she waved at the girl before getting into the metal box, she hit the ground button. Today was going to be a good day, she could just feel it. With a smile, one that she hadn't given in nearly a month, the red head nodded in just enough time for Blythe to see before she vanished into the elevator. With a new joy spring in her step, Phoebe returned to her apartment, where her calico patterned cat was waiting for her. With a soft meow, he greeted his owner, rubbing against her legs, as if expecting her to be home at that time. Phoebe knew better, that her cat had simply rushed the door, but either way, it was always pleasing to see someone home waiting for her. She clicked her tongue a few times, removing her heels and placing them gently in the bottom of the closet, before stepping away and heading off to the bathroom. Although the dinner date had been lined up, Phoebe still needed to get out of her clothing and change into something fare more comfortable and fitting for herself, rather than work. After properly wiping the makeup from her face, the woman slid into a hot bath, settling against the foot of her tub to let her body soak and wash the feelings from the night before away. It was a hard task, but by the end, the girl was ready to climb into her bed and sleep for several hours. With another soft meow, Phoebe was joined by 'Captain America', who quickly curled up against her warmth and began the low purring sound which comforted Phoebe on her lonely nights. The stripping chef let her eyes close and was swiftly whisked away by sleep, where she remained for several hours. The rest of the world bustled around her, unknowing of the woman in her apartment. All was calm as the mailman filled the mailboxes sitting peacefully in the lobby of the building. Several plain, white letters were slipped inside, several of which would soon be picked up by their new owner. Phoebe slept for nearly six hours before she even bothered to wake up and begin her day again. This time around, she was dressed, heading out to the store to pick up what she needed for dinner. It was difficult, since she didn't know what sort of food Blythe enjoyed, but given she worked in a restaurant, Phoebe could take a few guesses and hope one was alright. She picked up chicken, pasta and another two bottles of wine, along with several of her normal purchases. Chicken piñata was a good choice, she was hoping, but at least she didn't have to take care of dessert. That certainly wasn't her strong point. Once she was back in her apartment, the red head gathered her mail and returned to her apartment, slipped the groceries into the fridge and cabinets and landed on her couch with a sigh. The rest of her day was being taken up with catching up on the latest episodes of her favorite television shows and waiting for Blythe to arrive. "Ah Philip! Of est la can...Cato...shoot! Why can't I remember how to say glazed duck?!" Blythe muttered frustrated as she tried talking to the régisseur, the man by the name of Philip looked entertained at the young woman walking around. Blythe was a little on the stressed side yet tried to remain cool, calm, and collected." Mademoiselle, do you mean Le Canard glacé?" He asked with a smug grin, Blythe lightly glared at him before nodding and caused him to laugh. The brunette smiled slightly as she leaned against the brick wall, she was tired. Philip patted her head. "Do not worry, Mademoiselle, Le Canard glacé is in the oven. The critique will love it, if I do say so myself." Blythe softly laughed as she felt the heat skin on the back of her neck cooling against the cold wall behind her, it was a welcoming feeling. Blythe jolted as a server entered, ordering a Chocolate Cup Crème Brulé, she quickly headed back to her station, grabbing everything she needed. Today was busy, and she couldn't stop and rest, the fast she did things, the fast the day seem to move along and the fast she could end this and go over to Phoebe's. Blythe was glad, she finally was getting closer to the older woman. Maybe, just maybe, she could get Phoebe out of the horrendous job she had and working in the restaurant alongside her. Blythe smiled to herself as she thought about it, at the moment everything was perfect. "Mademoiselle, la Crème Brulé!" Well almost everything, Blythe snapped back to reality as she realized, her dessert was burning. Twelve hours later, Blythe was finally done! The restaurant was closed for the night, the critique gave them an A and an amazing critique, and right now Blythe was making the final dessert. Two Mocha Pots de Crème, sweet, gooey and chocolaty; it was perfect. Blythe placed the ceramic heart shaped bowls in a small cardboard box, hoping nothing would happen to them. Finally, she finished, Blythe walked out and finished locking up for the night. She quickly found bike and got on, she carefully placed the box in the back basket before taking off. Yes, Blythe didn't have a car and yes, she only had a bike. Her father died in a car accident and after that, getting into a car freaks her out, she didn't tell anyone since they found it either funny or sad. Blythe didn't need their pity nor their humiliation, she kept peddling; also the place she called home was only two miles away from the restaurant. Blythe hopped off the bike and quickly pushed it into the alleyway before chain it to a thick water pipe and headed into the apartments, she passed by a mirror and quickly fixed her hair. Blythe wasn't sure if to change before heading to Phoebe's or not, she went with the latter one since this wasn't a date or anything like that. The brunette got into the elevator and pressed the button, she felt a little nervous about this. Her foot lightly tapped to the elevator music as she waited, a fluttering could be felt inside her stomach as the door opened. Blythe stepped out and made her way over to Phoebe's, she lightly knocked before waiting, holding the small cardboard box close; the smell of the chocolate was making her hungry. Some time during the day, Phoebe had decided on what she was going to wear that evening. It wasn't an easy choice, and she wasn't completely settled on it, but some time between getting dressed and starting to pound the chicken out, she had lost track of time, and it became too late to change. Her head jolted up as she heard the knock on her door and with a calm sigh, she approached it, checking through the peephole before opening the door, allowing the other woman to enter." Hello," she greeted with a smile. The red head was still tucked behind the door until her guest had entered, and she had the chance to shut the door. Her choice of outfit was nothing special; just a pair of hip hugging, boot cut jeans and a burnt orange tank top which, with the help of her hair tie, exposed a good bit of the woman's shoulders. "Dessert?" she asked, holding a hand out for the box. The scent of chocolate was what gave it away, not that Phoebe minded. The smell was far more delicious than anything she could have hoped to have that evening and to have it made by the woman now standing in front of her was all she could ask for. Phoebe took a few steps further into the apartment, inching onto the large rug she had placed over the fake hardwood-looking floor that had been placed in her apartment. As soon as she moved into the building, the first thing she did was buy several matching carpets to lie around the room so that, except for the entryway and kitchen, she had something soft to step on. There was nothing better for aching heels than a soft, warm carpet to walk on. The rest of her apartment was kept the plain eggshell white color she had been greeted with when she moved in, but instead of attempting to paint, she simply hung curtains and loose pieces of stylized cloth over the walls, all white color with a pale purple hue weaved into the fabric. On the wall opposite the couch was a television entertainment system all set and ready to be used, complete with surround sound, several game systems and a full forty-eight inch television sat on top of it all, staring the couch down with a psychedelic pattern shining on the screen. Music was flowing from the speakers, filling the room with a light, rhythmic tribal beat, something far different and more peaceful than what could be found in Phoebe's club. The kitchen was set up behind a half wall, located directly behind the couch, so if one was standing at the counter, they could still see what was showing on the screen. And in the space beside the television set was the hallway to Phoebe's more private area; the bedroom and bathroom. The entire apartment was certainly set up in a way in which one could never tell what her profession was. A stripper, despite some of her mannerisms and a small selection of her personal wardrobe, was the last thing people would guess. Blythe politely looked around the apartment, she was rather surprised by how beautiful Phoebe’s apartment was, it was like something out a homemaker's magazine. The brunette's house was the completely opposite; with walls painted black with bright neon color paint splattered on the walls, the floor had been changed. Blythe wasn't sure how her brother had done it, but when one walked upon it, it changed colors. She walked around and a rainbow of footprints followed her, she liked it and only covered them up with rugs when family came over for whatever reason. Blythe was a child at heart, her whole life was rather...dream and child-like, coming over Phoebe’s was a whole different change of pace." Yeah, they're called Mocha Pots de Crème which easily translates to Mocha Pots of Cream, but don't let the name fool you, they're not really mocha or cream. It's more of like a chocolate soufflé, only thicker, like mousse. It is pretty good, and it has a hard chocolate shell on top that is raspberry flavored chocolate, it’s eaten chilled.” She replied and smiled, Blythe was feeling better about being here. Her eyes found their way to Phoebe and noticed her clothes, the red-head was lucky, she had such a perfect figure that all women wished to have and made men drool. Blythe guessed that was why she had the job she had, men wanted her. “Your apartment is beautiful, I love all the beautiful colors, it is really nice combined.” She complimented, Blythe was rather honest and wasn't about to lie, there wasn't anything to lie about. As she turned back to Phoebe, she felt a little bad about her clothes, she was still wearing the long sleeve shirt and jeans she’d been wearing this morning. “Well that’s for inviting me over, your house has a very wonderful homey feeling to it.” Blythe lightly leaned her hip against the counter as she stuck her hands into her pockets. “I had actually started thinking you hated me since I kept bugging you about the job opening in my brother’s restaurant and that you should take it, I know about your chef degree. I had seen it in one of your boxes when you moved in, I had though you worked as a chef… My guess was pretty far from it.” She softly laughed as she spoke, she meant no harm and just wanted to make some small talk. Blythe could smell dinner cooking, her stomach light rumbled as she remembered, she had skipped lunch trying to make a special birthday cake someone had ordered. It was short notice, but a rather rich man was celebrating his birthday, so Blythe made an exception and started making it. In the end, the man loved it, in fact he loved it so much that he offered Blythe another job. The brunette would have her own shop with her own workers, it would be a branch of the man's baking dynasty, Blythe wouldn't even need to be the one baking the sweets if she didn't want to. The young woman was taken back and told the man she would think about it, he gave her his card and a large tip before leaving. Blythe could feel the card in her pocket, the smooth piece of plastic rather than paper. The decision was heavy on Blythe's mind, she could finally be on her own and own her own shop, yet she didn't want to leave Barnaby all alone with the restaurant. Blythe light shook her head as she pulled her mind out of that, right now she didn't need to think of that. She was here with Phoebe, and she was going to enjoy it, Blythe needed to relax more. The host took the desserts and nodded, slipping them into the fridge before she began to heat the pan on the stove. She had no idea when Blythe actually got off work, so the meal hadn't even begun to cook. Lucky for the ladies, it didn't take long at all, and it could be whipped up in under half an hour, if done by an expert. Phoebe was exactly that. The meal she had picked out was one she had made time and time again, even just for herself on a night off. She adored the tang from the lemon juice and wine with the flavor of floured chicken. It was a perfect combination for any occasion. And to top it off with the rich dessert would be the best way to end the evening. Turning her head back towards Blythe, Phoebe smiled and added butter to the pan. "Thank you," she responded, making sure to flash a 'signature smile' in the brunette's direction before turning back to what she was doing at the stove. While she worked, her ears were tuned to pay attention to what her guest was saying. "I rarely hate," she informed Blythe calmly. "Greatly dislike, but I never hate. And it certainly wasn't because you were offering me a job." With that being said, the woman turned to face her guest, allowing the chicken some time to cook in the pan. The aromas were rising and spreading, filling the apartment with a fresh smell. Captain even felt the need to come investigate what was going on and made his presence known with a loud cry of annoyance towards Phoebe. The woman responded with a light shove of her foot, sending the feline darting out of the room onto the back of the couch." Sadly, it is far from it. But the money is worth it." She wasn't about to go into large details, and quickly cut herself off in favor of giving the girl another smile. "So you're the pastry chef in the restaurant?" she questioned, stirring the chicken lightly. "Is it enjoyable, or just a job?" Blythe listened to Phoebe, she quickly noticed the cat and smiled. The brunette walked over to him and lightly petted him, making sure to be care so he didn't scratch her. Blythe's head moved up a fraction at the question about her job, she smiled to herself. "I really do love it, I studied in the Culinary Art Institute of Paris to achieve my degree; it was expensive, but now it's worth every penny and paying me back." She softly replied, her voice was that of someone resembling memories, she snapped of it and looked up. Truth be told, Blythe didn't study to be a pastry chef because she had liked it...well at the time she didn't, like any cheesy love story, she had gone to Paris chasing love. She fell in love with a guy and went to France with him, she studied alongside with him and halfway through her last year, she met his wife and their four kids; Blythe felt like an idiot." I'm happy to wake up day to day and start working, yes it's tiring, but fun. The fast-paced evenings, the slight bitter-sweet fear of every passing critique, the tongue twists of trying to speak French; it's all pretty fun and new boring." Blythe stopped petting the cat as she walked back to the older red-head. "My brother also owns the place, so I don't have the huge stress of being hated by my boss or that one mistake will end my dream job. Though for about...hmm how long has it been...six?...eight? Yeah, I think eight months now, I've had to run it along with being the only pastry chef; it just adds to the fun." Blythe gave a mellow smile as she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall behind her. Phoebe began pouring wine into the pan, making up the sauce, before turning to Blythe to listen to the woman once again. "Cookingandrunning it? That's quite a handful," she pointed out, sounding quite impressed by what she was doing in her job. It wasn't something that most people would take on, given you would have to deal with two of the more stressful sides of a restaurant. Blythe was quite brave to tackle a job like that. While her mind turned, the red head placed the chicken back into the pan and drained the pasta in the sink. "Your brother could still fire you," she pointed out, a playful tone in her voice. "I doubt it, but it's a complete possibility." She smiled, turning enough to allow the woman to see the smile. She finished the dinner and placed it out on plates for the two. "Wine?" she offered, lifting the bottle of white wine. "I studied at Le Cordon Bleu," she informed the woman. "First few years were in Boston before I moved to Madrid." She poured herself a glass before carrying the plates to a table sitting at the edge of the kitchen. It had been set with a black table cloth and red place mats, complete with knives, forks and napkins arranged in the proper, professional way. The red-headed woman returned to the kitchen, walking closer to the woman than she had when she left the room. Her arm lightly grazes against Blythe's before bringing the drinks they had selected back to the table." I hope this is to your liking," Phoebe admitted, taking her seat at the table. "I forgot to ask what you preferred." "I doubt he would even think of firing me, he goes off on vacation all the time and ends up leaving me in charge a lot." Blythe said lightly, joking was what she did when she was nervous, she felt a rush of something go up her spine as Phoebe's arm grazed past her, her cheek got a slight pale pink color to them.“This looks…perfect!” Blythe replied happily, she walked over to the table and sat down trying to ignore that had just happened. She was to say the least, impressed; Blythe now knew that Phoebe was in the wrong line of work. She was a lady, not a whore or slut, and the brunette kind of respected her despite it everything that people said about the redhead. "Thanks for making this, I like any kind of food so anything you would have made would have been fine with me." Blythe replied as she smiled at Phoebe, the brunette scooted back a little in the chair, she looked at the wine and her smile fell. She wasn't one to drink, she was a rather lightweight to came to it. "One glass won't hurt." She said as she took a small sip, the sweet burning liquid ran down her throat. Blythe lightly coughed, she hid it behind her hand before looking up at Phoebe. "Sorry, it's been a while since I've had any type of alcoholic drink, I'll just stick to one glass." She replied before picking up her silver wear. "Bon appétit." She lightly giggled before taking a bite of her food, it was good and this was coming from a woman who had taste almost every type of food there was. "Wow." She muttered as soon as she finished swallowing. "It's perfect." Blythe was surprised, Phoebe would do good at Grace Brasserie, Blythe knew it. Phoebe knew how to take a complement when one was given, but unlike her normal situation, she couldn't smile and brush it off with another activity. She had to face her guest and take it in the proper fashion. "Thank you," the red head responded with a small, graceful nod of her head before taking a short sip of her own wine. "I try not to make it a habit to drink much, but for a dinner like this, it's a nice addition." Her thin fingers smoothly pulled back from the stem of her glass to pick up her fork. "I have to admit, I could cook this meal with my eyes closed. I sort of cheated." The woman gave a small shrug of her shoulders as she took a bite of the chicken." I'm glad you like it though," she added, her haunting gray eyes falling to the plate in front of her. "I imagine your contribution will be far better. It's been months since I've had a good dessert." Another smile flashed over her lips, although unlike the last few, this was a true, joyful smile. Her eyes lifted from her dish again to lock with Blythe's across the table. It had been some time since the woman had a date and even longer since she had someone to cook for. Deep down, although she enjoyed the pay check she earned, Phoebe missed being in the kitchen, doing what she did best. Nonetheless, she enjoyed when she could cook and found even more pleasure in it when others took part and favored what she had done. Blythe smiled sightly. "Still, it's perfect, and I think that's all that matters, you like making it, and you do it rather well." She replied, her delicate looking fingers took a hold of the fork and took about a bit of chicken, she really did like it. Blythe looked at the glass of wine and fought with herself if she should keep drinking it or just asked Phoebe if it's alright with her that she gets some water instead. Blythe decided to just finish the first glass and then get water, how bad could one glass be." I haven't had wine since...maybe two years ago on New Year's at Grace Brasserie, I don't really remember what happened afterward. My brother told me he dragged me back home after I tried dancing on a table, but ended up smashing a bottle and my head on the Chandler. Blythe quietly admitted as she remembered, she lightly bit her lip as she realized that wasn't something she should not have said out loud. Blythe pulled her attention away from it and back to what Phoebe was saying, she softly laughed and lightly poked her food. “Well you can make this with your eyes closed, which means it’s something you’ve done many times. The dessert I brought is my version of this; I’ve made it multiple times, just not for customers. I’ve made it for myself, for my brother and his wife once, and twice for a date.” ‘This would make it three times then. The last part stayed in her head, she wasn’t about to say that and then fine out this wasn’t a date, just a friendly dinner. Blythe glanced down as she felt something pass by her leg, she quickly spotted Phoebe’s cat. Blythe smiled as she turned her foot upward and the cat rubbed his chin on her shoe, she softly laughed before looking up at Phoebe. “Your cat is adorable, what’s his name?” {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. 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With a small shrug of her shoulders, Phoebe gave a hesitant smile. "Our father had us into comic books at an early age, believe it or not." Blythe softly laughed at the name, it was cute and pretty fun. "LoKitty, cute name of one of my favorite comic villains. My brother got me into comic when I was young; I still have some of the comics in my room, keeping the first comics in sleeves like the dork I am." She replied, smiling softly to herself as she lightly picked at the food, taking a few bites. The younger girl finished eating, feeling rather warm and fuzzy inside; not only because of the food but because of the company. Blythe missed eating with someone and laughing with them, tell stories, and just be happy and not alone. She quickly realized she was crying, not a huge Beijing her eyes out crying. Just a tear slipping out of her eyes as she sat there, she quickly wiped it away. "I got something in my eye, I think some dust or something." She muttered, trying to make an excuse to her sadness. The brunette smiled slightly as she looked at Phoebe and noticed the older woman didn't look so hungry and was pretty sure she wanted to save room for dessert, Blythe got the hint. "Hey, Phoebe; would you like me to get the desserts out?" She asked as she got up, Blythe was about to grab her plate as she realized something was wrong; her legs started trembling. Blythe tried to take a step forward when she felt, it wasn't even funny. Blythe was down on her knees as she held the plate still in her hands as she stayed there for a moment before stiffening slightly. "I guess the wine affected me more than I thought it would." She muttered as she sat on the ground, on her knees, holding a plate while a cat was trying to lick from it. XP Close this, please.

Let's Do the Walk of Shame (Deceitful_Lies)|rating:3.0

Futacadmy 2! OOC

Sheets: #msg12464661Recruitment: #newFree time: #msg12467783Class time: #msg12467758Activities: dorm Room#1Yugishogun: SakurakoHobbes: ChloeBokky: Courtroom#2VacantNymph dorm Room 1GM: KarumiEmpyrean; trixieBlinkin: Candy Room 2VacantLilith dorm Room #1RosalindaNyxieAmes Hello, everybody. :) Howdy ;D not many characters yet... Eye Yuri you want to be dorm buddies with cute little cover, you know she can give you access to her ultra milky mother Sure. :) Maybe Chloe shares a room with as well if another Venus doesn't pop up? I can see there be three to a dorm. As long as there's potential for hormonal FTA sharing rooms I'm all for it. I definitely would mind a threesome-er... extra roommates ;D Especially if their nice plump nerdy bookworm and cutie sweetheart with a cutie cock Now... who would be the meat in that sexy little sandwich? Of course, we could wait to see how that plays out later >:) O:) It could be Sakura since she's nice and chubby, but Yuri doesn't do anal so that won't work. It'd have to be Cover, she is a cum dumpster after all I'm just now realizing how much cum the janitor will need to deal with :o That's why it's got to be a whacky goofball character, possibly trying to hunt down a mischievous rodent like Gordy from Ned's declassified How's this schedule sound? Time and day of week will only be relevant in the class IC8am: Health9:30am: math11am: science12:30pm: lunchtime and clubs2:30pm: sex EDP: electives Clubs and teams are available from 5:30 pm onwards, as well as during lunchtime and all day on the weekends. Curfew starts at 8:30 PM Sounds good. :) The schedule sounds good to me. Damn no rest for Remy, has to oversee lunch, run to sex ed, and then finish up with cooking class all in one fell swoop. Girls be like "hey Mr. Gaston want to go have some fun after school?""Hugh...s-sorry...Hugh...just need...Hugh...to lay down for a while...ppffthfuh...(collapses)...." It's okay I'm sure the girls would be happy to paper him while he rests... give him all the yummy energy rich cum he can take >:) by the way would they refer to him as mister or miss? Quote from: Hobbes1266 on 03-07-2016, 06:23:51It's okay I'm sure the girls would be happy to paper him while he rests... give him all the yummy energy rich cum he can take Sgt;:) by the way would they refer to him as mister or miss?lol, he can teach them how to make his famous protein shakes in the process :P. I'd pretty much leave it up to each individual person. I mean he'd refer to himself as a male, as he's not really ashamed of being a boy or anything like that, though I'm sure there'd be plenty of students/staff who consider him "just one of the girls" as it were. Furthermore, I'm sure the hour and half he gets teaching the gals how to make actual cream pies would be worth it. No one in the Lilith dorm yet I see Trixie would love to dorm up with Karimi and Candy. :) Will staff have their own accommodations on campus? Or do they just kinda have their own personal apartments/homes in the city?Also, I was thinking about potential scenes/encounters for Remy, and now I really want a scene where he goes to visit another staff member before their class, and through a bit of shenanigans ends up trapped under their desk servicing their cock the entire class period, discreetly sucking them off while they teach the class with none of the students the wiser. At the school, you can just choose whichever dorm you like, but know that you'll be dealing with the students antics; nymph dorm doesn't go to sleep till after midnight. (been wanting to make the janitor, even found a pic, but that's only if I decide the (head)mistress doesn't count against character limit. Quote from: Blinking on 03-07-2016, 17:47:35I would say that, as the headmistress is almost a required position, the janitor would be ok with me. Seconded :) alright then, I'll have him be the head of Venus house, let there be much slumber parties and cuddling And the janitor is made! Be sure to have a raccoon show and up and cause trouble if you want her to show up. Or get cum everywhere except in and on your partner. Either works Quote from: bokotousamurai on 03-07-2016, 18:34:23And the janitor is made! Be sure to have a raccoon show and up and cause trouble if you want her to show up. Or get cum everywhere except in and on your partner. Either worksite'll be hilarious if one of the students (or the janitor herself) tames the raccoon as a pet. :) Trixie would like to occasionally help out with the wrestling team if that's okay. Maybe be a part-time member? Sure, that'd be great. Just don't get anything on the books, or she'll be soared in the morning. I'd say we'd be good to start if we have at least one more teacher besides DHI. What do you guys think? *pops in and waves*Hello all :) Hello KDKA. I'm sure NYX will be good at the popular girls table... so long as there's no power struggle of any kind... O:) The School year has Started! Free time: #msg12467783Class time: #msg12467758Activities: I'll make first post in a sec, your free to beat me to it if you want. I'll get to work on a Health class post. There's a rough idea in my head, but I don't write real goodly so late in the evening, So, probably tomorrow. Sure thing, just remember to put your characters in the sheet thread. By the way, Ames and Dixie will be sharing a room with Rosalinda, if that's OK with you two. We seemed to haven't gotten three for each dorm. I would be fine with that personally. I prefer it! All good here! Sweet, first post in Class done, and I decided to start a strip wrestling demo in Activities. Since this is the start of the school year, we can assume your club and sport choices haven't been finalized yet, so you can observe before deciding on your chosen clubs. "In doing so she's seen a real life black person for the first time"This sentence freakin' made my day, I can't stop laughing. It's even better because none of the characters so far are even black, it just comes out of no where. So if a large black dick is an average black dick And a large FTA dick is a small FTA dick What does that mean for a black FTA? Fixed the errors in my post. :) Who's up for helping Sakura? (I apologize for such a short intro post by the way) I can have Cover help her if no one else will. Also, can we make "for the love of cum" a common phrase in this game? It's just so appropriate. I should come up with some other stuff. What sounds like a good Fulani substitute for "Jesus Christ!"?" Cock and balls!"?" Stick it in me!"? I like for the love of cum... but I must sleep now unfortunately... too tired to think. Quote from: bokotousamurai on 04-07-2016, 05:53:42I can have Cover help her if no one else will. Also, can we make "for the love of cum" a common phrase in this game? It's just so appropriate. I should come up with some other stuff. What sounds like a good Fulani substitute for "Jesus Christ!"? "Cock and balls!"? "Stick it in me!"? Feel free, Bottom. :) Quote from: dragon on 04-07-2016, 05:31:31"In doing so she's seen a real life black person for the first time"This sentence freakin' made my day, I can't stop laughing. It's even better because none of the characters so far are even black, it just comes out of no where. I'm glad you liked it! First post is up, just Remy mushing the cooks along really. I will post tomorrow though I haven't a clue where :PIF anyone wants a scene with Dixie then drop a note here or PM me, and I'll get on it when I get to posting tomorrow :) You can have observed the semen wrestling match, or pop in the front gates opening, my janitor is still available. I managed to get a Health class post up. Do you want the classes in actual chronological order? Could I also start an Art class at 4 PM before all the other classes are done? It's the first class so if anyone wants to skip straight to it, it's fine. This would be a perfect chance for Cover to meet Connie, "Teacher, I can't cum on my own, can I have your assistant use my onshore?" Sure, go for it! Sakura should be attracted to the health teacher (seeing as she's in her preferences), but she's just finding Constance so appealing in how adorable she is. :) The headers are pretty much the same, the only differences are the class thread track time and activity thread lists the activity. I'm guessing everyone's on break for fireworks day? Quote from: bokotousamurai on 05-07-2016, 01:11:53I'm guessing everyone's on break for fireworks day? More like I'm futilely attempting to avoid the fireworks... Get some headphones and play some death metal. Just had a hilarious image of Sakura being dragged in to participate as a drummer in a student-formed death metal band. :) Cocaine made a tenet for the Venus dorm, so should we separate them two to a room now? Sure :) Howdy! Just joined with a captain for the swim team. ’D Time to get to class and play with scales and masturbation! Lol Anyone interested in a round with the Janitor or (head)mistress? I was considering having the Janitor meet candy in front of Nymph dorm till Amy took care of that. Though now that I think of it, Eleanor probably has the Janitor informed of today's lesson and would showing up there towards the end. Need a ref? Just kidnap the first girl you see in the hall with your shlong flopped out! 8-) Sounds completely normal to me. You mean that didn't happen in your school? A shlong out that's about to blow mind you ;) Hey now! That load is designated for the ring! Get her ass back in there! Lol Ok! Finally able to post. Going to drop both my girls in Health class and then find something else for at least Dixie if not both. *waves* Lakewood! I've got to get my stuff together, but I'll throw out an activities post ASAP! Someone's got to teach these girls the best way to pin someone! Quickly, crashing the demo! Should make things even more interesting! This is not actually how you calculate body mass. Apologies for being the one to break realism in our hyper gonzo FTA smut story. Quote from: DHI on 06-07-2016, 11:36:31 This is not actually how you calculate body mass. Apologies for being the one to break realism in our hyper gonzo FTA smut story. What do you mean? Let me know if I should change something on my end. No, no! It was an unfunny joke about my teacher character's lesson not being scientifically accurate. Ahhhhh! The librarian won't be pleased by the cum stain. :) Anna may have issues with authority. >.> Or maybe she just doesn't like getting cock blocked! :P lol Quote from: Blinking on 06-07-2016, 17:42:40It really wasn't her fault! The teacher made her do it! ;)Lol no, he's talking about the wrestling demo. And maybe Anna just needs a firm guiding hand.! Quote from: Writers blockade on 06-07-2016, 18:50:03Lol no, he's talking about the wrestling demo. And maybe Anna just needs a firm guiding hand.! Blinkin was correct, actually. Quote from: Yugishogun on 06-07-2016, 19:08:24Blinkin was correct, actually. Ohhhhh, he was responding to the book situation! *Nods nods* Quote from: Yugishogun on 06-07-2016, 19:08:24Blinkin was correct, actually. Technically they were both correct. Writers blockade just thought Blinking was talking about my remark, not yours. ;) lol I'll hold off for now, but I'm thinking someone in the near future I'd want to work in either a small mandatory presentation that students have to attend on health and wellness, or do an actual gym class. If anyone has any particular thoughts, shoot me a pm! Well. That situation escalated quickly. XD lol Katya...she's a treasure. Thanks for you two being such good sports about it! I'll be holding off on Referee-Sakura till the match. Would anyone be interested in running into Dylan somewhere? Maybe the library or during a meal? Dixie is available as well. If you can find a reason to have my PE Teacher/coach run into them, I'm game! Quote from: Cocaine on 08-07-2016, 04:08:13Would anyone be interested in running into Dylan somewhere? Maybe the library or during a meal? Dixie is available as well. I could have Remus bump into her if you'd like, he isn't doing a lot right now, perhaps at the dorm or the library? Maybe he agrees to make a late breakfast for her or something?Also, I'm sorry, but this is the first thing that came to mind. (You ghosting us, muthafucka! Quote from: Writers blockade on 08-07-2016, 05:25:54If you can find a reason to have my PE Teacher/coach run into them, I'm game! Eh... Dylan only does enough exercise to help keep her brain sharp so not entirely sure where or how they'd run into each other. Dixie is captain of the Basketball team tho so she'd possibly be aware of her at least. Quote from: dragon on 08-07-2016, 06:00:02I could have Remus bump into her if you'd like, he isn't doing a lot right now, perhaps at the dorm or the library? Maybe he agrees to make a late breakfast for her or something? Also, I'm sorry, but this is the first thing that came to mind. (could work for Dylan. Maybe she drags into breakfast late when most have already cleared out? Also, that link >. Quote from: Cocaine on 08-07-2016, 07:02:13That could work for Dylan. Maybe she drags into breakfast late when most have already cleared out? Also, that link Sgt;.Lt;Sure, it'd be nice for him to get a chance to sit down and enjoy some breakfast as well (maybe she'd be willing to donate a bit of cum to top his pancakes with? :P). Plus he's the staff member in charge of the Venus dorms, so they probably know each other fairly well, get a chance to catch up on things that happened over the summer. I assure you, Katya knows the benefits of having a smart girl on her list of people to know, but that could be saved for later. Not all sports happen at once, so it could be feasible that Katya to also coach other sports as well. Depends on what the academy needs. Quote from: dragon on 08-07-2016, 07:11:12Sure, it'd be nice for him to get a chance to sit down and enjoy some breakfast as well (maybe she'd be willing to donate a bit of cum to top his pancakes with? :P). Plus he's the staff member in charge of the Venus dorms, so they probably know each other fairly well, get a chance to catch up on things that happened over the summer. Sounds good to me. Though I don't know about topping his pancakes. That girl is so frustrated... if she pops she might drown 'em :PI can toss something up tomorrow. I just got home from a softball game and am a little too hyped still to write quote from: Writers blockade on 08-07-2016, 07:16:06I assure you, Katya knows the benefits of having a smart girl on her list of people to know, but that could be saved for later. Not all sports happen at once, so it could be feasible that Katya to also coach other sports as well. Depends on what the academy needs. If you want to work out them knowing each other, now or later, I'm certainly up for that. I just couldn't think of anything obvious off the top of my head because sports aren't really Dylan's thing. And yeah, Basketball is a winter sport so Dixie would just be doing off season conditioning. I had considered having her on the volleyball team as well so she'd be in a sport that had other PC members but not sure. Quote from: Cocaine on 08-07-2016, 07:32:16 Sounds good to me. Though I don't know about topping his pancakes. That girl is so frustrated... if she pops she might drown 'em :P I can toss something up tomorrow. I just got home from a softball game and am a little too hyped still to write idol that's fine. Remus is pretty laid back sexually, and has nowhere near the libido of a typical FTA. So he's not one to press anyone for anything sexual, especially his students, who he tends to have an innocent, motherly disposition towards until they show an interest in him first. However, if she does want to plaster his plate he'd be more than happy to lick it clean. And that's fine, go ahead and take your time. Quote from: Virgil Tanner on 08-07-2016, 19:34:21Hey guys! I just joined as Professor Saffron / Mistress Vivian, (#msg12480155) and I'm kinda wondering how best to get started...just...post something in a thread, or plan something out with a specific character? I tend to plan out meetings beforehand, so I'm not stepping on any toes, so...would anybody like to participate in Professor Saffrons Maiden Scene? Furthermore, I'm open for OOO or group scenes :-)So, um, yeah. Any help getting started would be appreciated, since I'm not too certain where to start... If you'd be up for it, Mistress Vivian could reward Sakura for her excellent math skills in the Free time IC thread. :) Quote from: Virgil Tanner on 08-07-2016, 19:40:00I would indeed be rather interested! The first thing to nail down, then - considering that Saffron has been teaching at the school for a few years - is whether she has "rewarded" her in the past. I mean...if she's a star student, I imagine "Private Rewards" for her from the Math Professor are rather commonplace :P I know this is a bit anal, but I like to sort out any shared history before I start writing a scene, so we're both on the same page. ^_^ I hope that isn't an issue? :-)Sakura is having her first day, actually. (Don't worry, it's fine :)) Quote from: Virgil Tanner on 08-07-2016, 20:25:30Aaaaah, ok! So is she a new student? That makes things easier, haha. Sorry, must have missed that in my first reading of her bio...in my defense, I do have family visiting unexpectedly, so I'm a touch distracted :PSO...first day...she aces the First Exam, and is basically really well-behaved in class, so she's one of the new students that Saffron schedules to meet with...and this is just as much a "Getting to know" the student as it is "rewarding her good first impressions." Okey-dokey! Might Sakura have heard something about Saffron from other students, or is she going in blind? And just so I know where you're at, where do YOU see this "First reward" meeting going? PI know what you mean about disruptive family members. Unless her friend Cover informed her, she wouldn't be aware of Mistress Vivian's plans. As for where it goes on, probably your character inflicting dominant sex upon her in a way where she carries her across the room with her massive length. :) Also, maybe "instructing" her to wear a different outfit from now on instead of her business suit. Quote from: Virgil Tanner on 08-07-2016, 21:02:20LOL, so you want this scene to end in full on Dominant sex and an induction into her (non-exclusive) Harem? Fair enough XD It might not go there - I'd have to see as the scene went on how they interact with each other - but I'll do my best to steer it in that direction. ;) To help it along...would Say have been perhaps staring at Genevieve throughout class? That could be a good Segway into the sexual aspect, if Professor Saffron caught Say checking her out. :P Since you're allowed to masturbate in class, maybe Saffron caught Say idly touching herself as she listened to the lecture, and decided not to mention it until afterward? DSO a few housekeeping things: I've gone over Say's ONS/offs, but would you mind giving me specific things you want to avoid and things you want to hit? Like, how do you feel about oral, facials, rough play, bondage, etc? And how much of Saffrons cock do you think Say might be able to take without splitting in half? :P Just so I know not to go over certain boundaries, haha. Since Saffron is a tall and curvy older woman, Sakura would have definitely stared at her alluring figure. The bashful bookworm probably be quite hard and occasionally rubbing up against her desk. As for kinks, as long as you avoid anal, go ahead. I think Sakura certainly has the mass (though her belly would bulge). If the captain isn't posting, I'll move on. Just let me know Hey Empyrean, Feel free to use this code for you character's posts. If it still gives you problems, I can throw it on a host I use.(I'll make it in a second. :) Quote from: Writers blockade on 08-07-2016, 23:40:07If the captain isn't posting, I'll move on. Just let me know don't really have any response currently, really I just want to start the match. Set-up complete for the math teacher. :) Hey, hey Virgil! Saw that profile LMAO. Gives a whole new meaning to staff meeting! Understood. :) (Edit coming right up) It's good to have that mix! And it's fantastic fun! Wonderful post. Already working upon a reply. :) Quote from: Virgil Tanner on 09-07-2016, 01:14:29No problem! Don't worry about necessarily matching me, so long as you give me a paragraph or so that I can get my teeth into :-)*nods* I'll try my best. :) Quote from: Virgil Tanner on 09-07-2016, 01:39:14Sorry about the slightly jarring change in speech patterns. I suddenly realized that if she's going to have a Southern Belle Drawl, I should probably write it that way. XD That's alright. :) The Free play and activities threads let you just start a new scene if you need to. The classroom thread lets you start a new scene by the passing of time. Hopefully I'll be a new player here soon. Going on vacation, so my first post (if I am accepted) won't be until Wednesday or Thursday. If I comment on your app but don't tell you to correct anything, you can assume acceptance. Just remember to drop your app in the sheets thread. I still need a scene for the (head) Mistress, any takers? Quote from: Virgil Tanner on 09-07-2016, 16:17:21Okey donkey! This is another little call... Saphron is in a scene ATM, but if anybody else would like to interact with my Math Professor DOM, then let me know, and we can sort something out! Dhow well do you think Remus and Jenny would get along? They seem like they'd be really compatible, but I could see Remy being a bit scarred off by how "intense" she is. Maybe it can be a running gag that she keeps trying new ways to recruit him to her harem, that could be fun. Quote from: bokotousamurai on 09-07-2016, 18:29:07I still need a scene for the (head) Mistress, any takers? You're free to join Remy and Dylan for breakfast. I imagine with her love of good food she'd probably have Remus personally cook all of her meals for her. Perhaps with a complimentary hand/blowjob while she eats. A blowjob and breakfast sounds lovely ^_^ As for you Virgil, Adele will also be trying to make a Harem so you'll have competition. She's more about romance; she can appeal to any bodies tastes because she wants everyone she cares for to be happy and loved. I didn't intend any implications, just telling you about Adele mindset She founded the academy, so she was HM when Jenny was a student, they should be perfectly familiar with each other('s bodies) Yeah, Baku decided to allow in traps as well, though Remus is the only one so far, so he's kind of "that one exception". Plus he's a teacher so it doesn't really mess up the intention of the school much, gotta have some interaction with other genders now and then, after all otherwise they won't be as well socially adjusted when they graduate. I'd say he's been around for about 4 or so years now, long enough that he's well familiar with pretty much everyone. And yeah I think they'd work well together as buds, though as far as mistress Vivian goes...well let's just say Remus isn't dumb, he's talked to enough of the students to know how wild she can be lol. Edit: not to mention he'd be a bit intimidated by the size of her cock, poor boy's hole can only stretch so far. Of course, he wouldn't avoid her or anything like that. I do think it'd be fun to see all the ways she could "trick" him into a smutty fling, like "accidentally" locking them into a room together, sneaking up on him when he's least expecting it, arranging over the top plots to get him in the right place at the right time. Almost like a Tom and Jerry cartoon, but with butt stuff. I don't I just love the idea of them being at the pool or something, and she suddenly trips him, and he stumbles perfectly into her lap so she slides right into him "Oh no he just tripped and fell and now it's inside! What should I do!?" (thrust thrust thrust) lol. A playful predator kind of relationship.@BokuAlso there should be some kind of "Harem Competition" event between Adele and Jenny at some point. Like they line up a bunch of girls and both get 5 minutes to fuck each one, and whoever has the most girls come over to their side wins lol. That makes too much sense to not do it. And yeah, I'd love to see Jenny submissive. Indeed, emphasis on the "semi"-unwilling. He'd always be like "oh gosh you're really doing this age-oooh god yes!". He tries to act like he doesn't love it at first, but every time he ends up a mewling little mess by the end. It plays into the idea that he likes to keep to imagine of being a sweet, motherly figure amongst the students. He doesn't want to admit to anyone, or even himself, that he's a total stubby cum dumpster deep down. That's why it takes a crafty deviant like Jenny to coax it out of him from time to time, bonus points if she does him in front of his students, he would absolutely die of shame and embarrassment, but cum harder than ever before. Lol, haven't heard that one before. Good job And that would be great. I can imagine her crashing his lesson on anal sex, and while she's plowing him he's struggling to continue the lecture like "Y-you see students-NGN...anal s-sex-sexuunn.can be convenient alternative to regular intercooooooo...." and eventually he just completely breaks down and Jenny has to take over. Then the next day she sets up a "pop quiz" where the students have to practice what the learned by running a train on Remy. It's a win all around, the students get to fuck their cute trap teacher, Jenny gets to further condition him into being a willing slut, and Remus gets a whole hour of none stop cock. It's especially good since Remus is kind of a "hands off" teacher, he'll help guide the students through stuff, but he'll rarely do any penetration himself (instead getting volunteers from the students to do it), so getting the chance to fuck him would actually be a rare treat. *laughs and shakes his head* Call the janitor. She can have her turn before cleaning the mess-up. Posted to move that wrestling scene along! Trixie would definitely like to meet with Katya at some point. She's only part of the wrestling team part-time, but still. I could see her looking up to Katya as a role model for what she could be. Sure, she could hold down her erection long enough to have a conversation lol *L* Trixie wouldn't mind the erection. She'd be sporting one of her own. :p Hi all ~ Helena Er shin! I'll get a classroom post out tomorrow. It's been a busy couple of days. Virgil you can start the scene with Jenny and Adele, I'll leave the setup to you good sir. I think We could have Jenny coming to visit the headmistress in the morning. In the class threads after health starts, maybe they'll even accidentally turn the PA on while Jenny gets bent over the Mistresses desk. Quote from: Virgil Tanner on 10-07-2016, 02:31:15The idea was floated to me of Jenny being the Head of Lilith Dorm, and I was wondering if there were any requirements for that position? Rhonda could get Cover to put in a good word for Jenny in that regard if she subs a little ~(100% lies, Rhonda has yet to even interact with Cover and would be unable to make good on that) All you had to do was ask. Poof! Your head of Lilith now! Whatever you prefer, but I imagine she stays in the form so she can keep her pets close at hand. I have Dylan in an open scene in the library if anyone has a character they'd like to get moving or just are interested in meeting/knowing Dylan. It doesn't have to be sexual. Quote from: Cocaine on 10-07-2016, 03:16:07I have Dylan in an open scene in the library if anyone has a character they'd like to get moving or just are interested in meeting/knowing Dylan. It doesn't have to be sexual. Makes me want to create a science sis for her! By all means. If you feel up to it, I won't object :P Quote from: Cocaine on 10-07-2016, 03:16:07I have Dylan in an open scene in the library if anyone has a character they'd like to get moving or just are interested in meeting/knowing Dylan. It doesn't have to be sexual.'weren't we going to do a scene together? Quote from: dragon on 10-07-2016, 04:23:05'weren't we're going to do a scene together? Yep. #msg12483533 my bad, I saw that like 30 seconds after I posted ^^' No worries. Meant to PM the link to you anyway and forgot >.Also, Baku, Amy's needed in the kitchen. There's a hell of a mess, and not even the fun kind :P All the pet play lovers are moving to Lilith. Can Chris move there too. *gets on knees* pleeeeeeeeeeeze That's an adorable savvy Cocaine. :) Hmm... I think maybe I've described Rhonda's privates being a bit too big, especially on such a small frame. I should probably change that. Quote from: Empyrean on 10-07-2016, 15:29:47That's an adorable savvy Cocaine. :) Thank you! I couldn't resist the cute XD Sorry to hear that, Virgil! Good luck with your games! Best of luck with things, Virgil. Aaaannnnd its back to the drawing board with Dixie. Sorry to see you go man. If things is ever clear up you can come right back. I've gone ahead and made Rhonda's cock a bit smaller. The size it was at just seemed too big for someone of her stature. Quote from: Virgil Tanner on 11-07-2016, 18:27:00Ok, guys. Sorry for the dip and dash, but after thinking about it a bit, I have to unfortunately declare my withdrawal from the game. Primary amongst my reasons is that I have a lot of games starting soon and work is going to be busy in the next few weeks, so I have start picking my games carefully. As it stands, as much as I love the idea of the game and as much as I love Jenny, I don't think this game is the best fit for me. I apologize to anybody I've started planning scenes with, and I'm sorry for putting you through the hassle of planning around me and then leaving, but...it's better to do this sooner than later. Thank you for your hospitality, but I have to bow out, I'm afraid. Good luck with the game, guys! :-)Too bad, I was quite looking forward to playing with Jenny. Made a student! I didn't want to just assume I could start using her, so let me know. Rather proud of her lol. I may have to keep her for multiple uses! Quote from: Writers blockade on 12-07-2016, 18:20:36Made a student! I didn't want to just assume I could start using her, so let me know. Rather proud of her lol. I may have to keep her for multiple uses! Sakurako might recognize her with the porn she hides. :) Lol leave some room for doubt. She'very different from her cam persona, and most wouldn't think she'd have it in her to do something like that. I was waiting for you to get your picks. She's perfect, just add her to your sheets thread post and your good to go. *cheers* okay, been running around. I've got a few posts to make, and will try to make them today Writer, if you want to at some point Katya could call Anna into her office for a more thorough discussion on behavior, or just to examine her fitness as swim captain, if she decides to pursue taming the wild swimmer.;) Quote from: Paladin101 on 12-07-2016, 22:32:35Writer, if you want to at some point Katya could call Anna into her office for a more thorough discussion on behavior, or just to examine her fitness as swim captain, if she decides to pursue taming the wild swimmer.;)I think it would be interesting to have the coach show up during a little evening swim practice. It is only fair that she be in her natural habitat for their next meeting ^_^ Quote from: Writers blockade on 12-07-2016, 23:33:42I think it would be interesting to have the coach show up during a little evening swim practice. It is only fair that she be in her natural habitat for their next meeting ^_^ Could make for an interesting scenario. Let me know when you're interested in doing that. :) I'll get posts up in the AM. I'm not going to post Dixie in the class anymore since its just me writing with myself, but I will drop her in an open scene in the case that anyone wants to run into her--or be cornered by her. Going to be gone tomorrow for a side job, should be up to play again in evening, I believe The Janitor was needed somewhere? Does anyone mind if the nurse interrupted the health class? You'd want to ask the health teacher lol No problem! Quote from: Blinking on 13-07-2016, 19:23:33Maybe the nurse can come looking for a young, fresh and pliable fresh girl for a physical exam? Candy, for example? ;)I could do both. One in class and one free time Need a spot for new student Chris, any suggestions? Since there was no objections, Chris moved her dorm to Lilith. I've been meaning to post for this role-play, but I never get around to it, I'm sorry I think it's best if I drop it. If you feel you can't participate enough. Sorry to see you go. :(How's everyone doing? Things slowing down too much for anyone? I'm good! Just chilling I'm going to wait for the teacher to officially recognize the nurse before barging in. I didn't want Trixie's player to think I was ignoring the character. Also, Chris is seriously hoping to run into 'someone' who isn't in the health class. Is the coach going to watching the match? Yeah, she'll be watching to see how is they're doing. She won't really interfere. She'll just offer tips After everything is done Quota, would you be up for Sakura and Chris forming an odd friendship? :) Quote from: Yugishogun on 21-07-2016, 00:56:53Quozax, would you be up for Sakura and Chris forming an odd friendship? :)Sure! Why would it be odd? I like your character in every game I've seen her in. Quote from: quota on 21-07-2016, 01:00:07Sure! Why would it be odd? I like your character in every game I've seen her in. By odd, I more meant "amusing", seeing as Sakura will want to make friends due to her current personality, only to be introduced to a different one every day. Quote from: Yugishogun on 21-07-2016, 01:03:40By odd, I more meant "amusing", seeing as Sakura will want to make friends due to her current personality, only to be introduced to a different one every day. Ah! Makes sense now. By the end of the first month Sakura will the big plump sperm bank of every clique :)Btw, DHI are you still running health class or do we need to advance time? Empyrean, it isn't really clear to me what Trixie is doing sometimes, did she pin rum-rumi and turn around to sit on her face? People are doing their own thing now, if you want to advance time that's fine with me! Let me know ahead of time if you want to have a gym class or something. I can create a scenario Well, after health class is math, then science and then people can attend to clubs and electives during lunch Yep. She pinned Karimi, then turned around to sit on her face and try to yank down her shorts. Blockade you can go ahead and start your gym class if you like. OK It's alright Blinking, we understand. Sorry for the wait Yuri, the week got away from me. Quote from: DHI on 25-07-2016, 00:31:49Sorry for the wait Yuri, the week got away from me. That's ok. :) I'm cooking up a reply now. I have the strange feeling Nurse Coyly was ignored. No one mentioned her 'breast exams" or sitting on the end of the desk flaunting her privates. Yes. Not out of any malice, but I'm not personally interested in a breast exam scene, and if I always acknowledge everything else that's going on in a scene of 6 or 8 people, I'll go insane. I gravitate toward the people who tag me specifically and those I've discussed scenes with. Well, it wouldn't have been a 'normal" breast exam. Going to bow out of this. Found myself getting busy and this RP just sort of slid off the end of my radar. Apologies. With Candy's player gone. Anyone got any ideas where to put the nurse? Hmm... With Professor Saffron no longer in the game, I think I'm going to change Rhonda's favorite teacher a bit in her profile. >_> Quote from: Er shin on 29-07-2016, 00:00:00Hmm... With Professor Saffron no longer in the game, I think I'm going to change Rhonda's favorite teacher a bit in her profile. Sgt;_Sgt;What did Saffron teach again? Quote from: quota on 29-07-2016, 03:42:37What did Saffron teach again? Mathematics Maybe the nurse can substitute. "Now class we are doing practical fractions. So, we will need to have one of you ready to have a cock inserted a certain fraction of the way inside them. Who's going to volunteer?" Sounds more like physics lol I was a bit busy the past couple of days, so I haven't kept up as much as I wanted. How's everyone coming along? I've been in the same bind, but very much want to write this out Hey, Quota. Would you mind if we made heir friendship something different from the forced girlfriend thing? While the setting is rather nonsensical, I'd at least like to have a realistic reason why Sakura stays around her. Quote from: Yugishogun on 30-07-2016, 05:55:07Hey, Quota. Would you mind if we made heir friendship something different from the forced girlfriend thing? While the setting is rather nonsensical, I'd at least like to have a realistic reason why Sakura stays around her. That is her present personality connected with the horny bunny ears. She will see your reluctance and back off. I will show that in the next post. Maybe the next personality will be a coy cat. Quote from: quota on 30-07-2016, 13:57:42That is her present personality connected with the horny bunny ears. She will see your reluctance and back off. I will show that in the next post. Maybe the next personality will be a coy cat. Thank you. Reply coming up in a bit. :) Hey all, Apologies for going silent on you all, I've been fighting off a nasty bug for a bit now, and it seriously reduced my writing time. However, I am finally starting to feel better, so I plan to post soon if my partners haven't lost interest. No hard feelings or anything if you have, I totally understand. Hope everyone had a good weekend. K Welcome back. :)I'll have Trixie posts up a little later. That's awesome cocaine. Anyone got a scene I could join? Maybe Trixie and Karimi at the Nymph dorms? Or a classroom scene somewhere? What's next now that Health has let out? Trixie would want to get to know Dixie and introduce her to her friends. Just a heads-up, I've got a fairly important deadline coming up on the 8th, so I'll mostly be concentrating on that in the evenings rather than any of my hobbies including role playing. Apologies to all who I'm currently in scenes with, but after (maybe on) Monday I'll be able to post again. I'm going to have Sakura stay in the background for the rest of the activities' scene. Chris is waiting for Rhonda to reply in the Free time section. Ah, sorry. Been trying to think of how Rhonda would respond to the foxy personality of Chris and if she'd bring up some pet play stuff right away or lead into it somehow. I'd love to see what personality Chris-bear had. :) Quote from: Yugishogun on 11-08-2016, 00:08:38I'd love to see what personality Chris-bear had. :)Cuddles like a teddy bear, but can be a bit demanding like a grizzly. It's a very dominate personality. Quote from: quota on 11-08-2016, 01:20:47 Cuddles like a teddy bear, but can be a bit demanding like a grizzly. It's a very dominate personality. Amusing. :) How is everyone? What would you guys say to a school trip to a beach or hot spring. Because you know that's exactly what this type of game would do. The beach would be nice :) lol it better be a nude one, because those swimsuits won't last long Who's still posting? The Class thread is a ghost town right now. Most of the action is at the wrestling demo now lol Well, to tell the truth, I was considering quitting since no one was posting. If it becomes active again, I will become active again. I was thinking the nurse was pretty much forgotten. I felt like she was butting in where she wasn't welcome. Do you want me to just drop her? Sakura is definitely going to have sweet dreams of cuddling Constance in her arms tonight. :) Quote from: Devout of nowhere Constance was upset with the student in her mother's lap. Her hands balled. "Get up," she told Rhonda, just as threatening as a squeaky chihuahua. You really shouldn't underestimate chihuahuas and how vicious they are -Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Writers blockade: I posted in the Free Time thread a while back, but it got buried by new posts. Oh, I'll hit you up with a response when I'm free again! Just a question: With the Math player gone, what will the next class be? You know what, I know I was given the green light to start gym, but that's going to very likely become another orgy if we're not careful LMAO. If we're game, I'll try to get a post out later today or Saturday Quote from: Yugishogun on 26-08-2016, 14:48:53Just a question: With the Math player gone, what will the next class be? Really at this point, we might as well sandbox, the whole reason I ran this game is to have Fulani fun in a school setting. *pokes* Is the game dead? Probably, these don't last very long. I intend to post again today. I felt left out, so I stopped posting It's been limping along. It's been long enough though that I should make a new game now, how bout a straight up Fulani porn studio? Or Fulani idols? Sorry Er shin, that was quite late. No worries, I think I've been later on occasions.

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Balance of Power - Diplomacy PBPM

Balance of Power The year is 1901. The great powers of Europe are stirring, driven by the twin engines of nationalism and industrialization. For the first time since the era of Napoleon and the Congress of Vienna that was intended to protect against another, armies are mobilizing across the Continent. With the United States occupied by dreams of Empire in Latin America and Asia and Africa carved up by colonialism, the nation that can gain dominance in Europe will also have dominance of the entire world. The dawn of the 20th Century has seen the old balance of power in Europe crumbling, leaving the door open for a leader strong and crafty enough to reshape it to suit his and his nation's ambitions. Spring 1901 Map Assignment Chosen randomly, here are your country assignments. Austria-Hungary - Neutron England - MeklorIlavator France - stereo Germany -M avian Italy - darthmario Russia - High warlord Turkey - onileverThere will be an extra long period of diplomacy before the orders for Spring 1901 are due. In addition, if two players agree to swap nations, please PM me (both) and I will switch you all up. Please post below to introduce yourself and your preferred method for negotiations. Have fun good luck, and Spring 1901 orders are due (PM or e-mail elektrotek85 *at* gmail.com)Saturday, 19 October 10:00 PM EST (0300 GMT) I'm in. I prefer Pm's and I regularly check them. Don't count on me seeing your emails right away. I'm in, and prefer PMs to email, and I think I'll stick with Italy. All the better to say "It's-a me, Darth Mario!" with. Well I'm definitely game to play, and I'm down with France too! PMs are fine for me as well. I rarely check my email, so PM's work best for me as well. Oooh, it looks like it's time to Blitz 38 years early. I'm in, and open for PMs like everyone else. Please state the name of your country-Russia and the subject of the message in the message title(ex: England-Russia We Only Drink The Blood of Our Enemies)EDITED: Simply because switches would take time to organize which would, in turn, take time away from diplomacy, I will not be seeking a switch. Let the games begin All Hail He Motherland! Moscow Press: Spring 1901 Edition The Empire Opens its Ambassadorial Halls The illustrious Czar High warlord, in a recent act of international solidarity, has officially opened Russia's borders to foreign diplomats and built an international meeting room to accommodate them." We take power checks, bounced checks, and miscellaneous Checks with the same open-minded policy, provided that the second of the three is kept to a minimum," he said, as he cut the ribbon on this establishment. Prime Minister Unilever - England Cheerio, gents! Let's have good clean fight, now, what? Secret communiqué can be sent via private carrier pigeon {PM} as the telegraph lines may have been tapped! President Unilever - Turkey The Ottoman Empire shall rise anew! Those who wish to become our servants may send a lone horseman to our capital {PM}. Those who do not bow down to our might will be captured, publicly flogged and executed! Mellor and Unilever have agreed to swap a corner for another corner. Unilever is now Turkey, and Mellor is England. I will wait until Wednesday for Neutron to confirm his spot. Otherwise, I will quickly find a replacement for you all to negotiate/backstab. Well, let the games begin! Have fun and remember that if things run out badly for you this game, there's always next time! I'm here, and yes I like PMs. PLEASE SPOILER THE HUGE IMAGE! PIF Darthmario doesn't object or if he wants to, I'd like to swap Austria-Hungary for Italy? Upon reconsideration of the board, I think I'd like to remain Italy. All the better for Mario jokes. Pardon me for holding the contrary view in this issue, but I liked the larger board much better. Maybe put the smaller board there and the larger board in spoiler tags? ERM, that's what I meant. Spoiler the image that exceeds the screen, and stretches my window, since that blocks off maybe 25% of the text on my monitor, and it's just a huge pain. Just a question:Will you be posting new maps each spring and winter, or will you be updating the top map each time? Oh, and I don't mind a big map, if you spoiler it. Sorry to be confrontational earlier about it >. And moves are apparently due on Friday, NEFT. I will be posting new maps for each season. I use dip as the rules' adjudicator, which allows easy export of maps for each season. In fact, I'd recommend downloading it if you want to play out potential strategies. Messing around with it is how I've learned the rules. No problem about map sizes. I think we found a diplomatic way to settle it. I'll post a small map in the post and then the full-size on in a spoiler tag immediately below. And yes, unless someone has a serious problem, moves are due Friday, 19 October 10:00 PM EST Hmm... as most of the conversations will be done behind closed doors, will this thread act more like an IOC thread? Or can we use it for ourmachiavelliandiplomatic plans? Originally Posted by darthmario Upon reconsideration of the board, I think I'd like to remain Italy. All the better for Mario jokes. Now, that's what I call true role playing. :) Originally Posted by Unilever Now, that's what I call true role playing. :) It's-a me, Supreme-World-Leader .... Io. I'm pretty sure that it functions both as IOC and IC thread. I think Of Emperors and Presidents is a pretty good example. Moscow Press: Spring 1901 Edition Russian Storms Harm Communication The Peace-Czar Gal Ivanovski has left the city of Moscow and commenced mobilization." It is essential for maintaining premium country that we maintain premium mobility, yes?" he told Moscow Press in a recent interview. "Therefore we have sent in general mobilization before those silly Westerners." When confronted with the fact that general mobilization orders commit troops to their destinations, Ivanovski was resolute in his reply. "We are mobilizing to be mobile! Cease asking these silly questions!" It is the opinion of many throughout the world that the true reason for this forwardness lies in the fact that the capital city has been predicted to be out of touch with the rest of the world due to severity in storms." We deny all knowledge of such storms!" said Weather-Czar Ivan Buckskin. "In Russia, the almanacs do not predict the weather. They ARE the weather!" We were unable to approach the High Czar for comment, as he is currently snowed in.//There's supposed to be a power outage today, so I sent in orders. By the way, Electron, you spelled Austria wrong... it reads Austin. 24-hr warning - Spring 1901 Moves Due Sunday, 19 October 2200 EST (0300 GMT) I have everyone's orders except for Marian's, so most of you don't have to worry. As Neutron asked if I do happen to get all orders in before the deadline I will post the map before. And, yes, I spelled "Austin" wrong In that case give me a few minutes, and you'll have'em all. @Elektro: Will you disclose everyone's moves, or will we only see the resultant map? I'd prefer just the map. Moves I suppose could just be figured out... Spring 1901 Results Full Size Map Spoiler Show Order List:Austria:A bud→Rama vie-gal Bounced 1:1 with war TRI→albEnglandF EDI→nth Lon→EGA lap→Torrance BRE→Maya par→burn mar→spaGermanyA mun holds BER→Kiev Kai→holiday nap→Iowa room→vent even→triRussiaA mos→SPF SEV-&gt;bounced 1:1 with Anna warrant;gal Bounced 1:1 with view STP→bot Turkey\A con→bulk my→cone anklet;BLA Bounced 1:1 with seen retreats, therefore:Fall 1901 Orders Due Friday 26 October 2200 EST (0300 GMT)IOC: We can speed up the deadlines if you guys are willing. Also, does anyone know if I can edit image size with the IMG tag? I'd rather not make two versions, so unless someone does, I'll leave it spoilered. Bah!!! Mario!!! You double-crossing [Insert Farm Animal Here] !!! How could you do this to me! Oh and High warlord, I think we both kinda messed up our moves...? Or, I suppose you're just double crossing me as well... Borne Beobachter - Fruehjahr 1901 Swiss Once Again Watch Europe Plunge Into Sarthe Beobachter will observe and provide an impartial voice on the Great War. Once again, we'd like to reiterate that Swiss neutrality will be observed and business will be conducted will all parties, no matter how treacherous. We can offer precision timepieces and secure banking for all your world domination needs! Peace-Czar Will Provide Numerous Laughs, Say Experts Italy Seizes Trieste, Austria-Hungary Imperiled? England Boldly Remilitarizes the English Channel Turkish and Russian Fleets Clash in the Black Sea Resistance Crushed in Spain, Holland, Bulgaria, and Romania I'm all up for speeding up the schedule now that we're started. Mon/Wed/Fri? Tue/Fri? Either of those ok with people? Neftren: *hobbit* Summer 1901--The Vatican Times Plumber Elected Pope In Surprise VoteVenicians Attack Trieste From Gondolas, Find No Resistance (Luckily)France: Potential Ally Or Just A Bluff? Pope Called Farm Animal: Raspberries In Return I would say a (Monday or Tuesday)+Friday. I'd prefer Tuesday/Friday myself. Weekends can get a bit hectic for me sometimes. Originally Posted by Neutron I'd prefer just the map. Moves I suppose could just be figured out... Sorry to butt in here, but I'd like to point out that you can never tell just by looking at a map how it got that way. Also, good luck guys, I'm going to be watching this game. That makes three people who are willing to move to a Tues/Fri schedule (darthmario, Unilever, meklorilavator). If the others are also willing to do so, I will move up the Fall 1901 deadline to this coming Tuesday. However, if anyone feels that this schedule would be too hard to meet, then we will remain on the 1 season/1 week schedule. Moscow Press: Fall 1901 Edition General of the Rumanian Campaign Executed for Failing to Deal Appropriately with Austrian Diplomats Peace-Czar Denies Being 'Silly'"Let it be known that Russia is not a country to be tampered with!" he declared in his interview following recent troop movements. We spoke to the newly formed 'Funny-Czar' on this declaration. "We are neither silly nor humorous. It is the stupid foreigners with their 'honors' that are silly! Let it be known that in Russia, you do not get the joke. The joke gets you. . . Put in prison! Hereafter, there shall be no jokes. Solely 'the funnies.' Anything of funniness must be declared a 'funny' or receive approval to be an ad-hoc 'funny' or it shall be completely ignored by the Russian government as a funny and its speaker shall be presumed serious." When asked whether this would endanger Russia's political dealings, an unnamed source informed us that, luckily for all parties involved, the Funny-Czar and his department was wholly removed from the Department of Dealings With Stupid People, as it is known in Russia, or the "Diplomatic Envoy of Peace and Brotherhood" as it is internationally known. Russian Forces Poised to Seize Scandinavia Russia Thumbs its Nose at Turkish Fleet When informed on the Swiss analysis of the combat, the Peace-Czar offered the following comment:"The Swiss are wholly incorrect on their analysis of a battle in the Black Sea. Rather, the Russian navy simply chose to withdraw its ships after totally annihilating every living Turk who dared engage them and thumbing their noses at those that did not. It was CLEARLY a Russian victory." Warsaw Army Feels Lonely Originally Posted by Moody the Wise Sorry to butt in here, but I'd like to point out that you can never tell just by looking at a map how it got that way. Also, good luck guys, I'm going to be watching this game. Apologies for the double post, but I COMPLETELY agree with him. It's just a fact, folks. Hey Electron, could we see Germany's orders? I mean I know its obvious what he did, but we should see everybody's... No.... my veil of anonymity must not be disturbed, or my country will fall into ruin. I didn't even notice they weren't posted. Originally Posted by Marian No.... my veil of anonymity must not be disturbed, or my country will fall into ruin. I didn't even notice they weren't posted. Lol yea I was putting the orders into Dip, when I was like WTF mate? But yea I didn't notice too for a little while... How do people feel about the whole moving the deadlines to Tuesdays and Fridays? Oh, and I noticed Germany's lack of move to. Pope Questions Rumanian General Execution, As Austrian Diplomats Were Clearly At Fault Says the Pope, "Just look west." I have updated the Spring 1901 Results post to include Germany's orders. I'll put them in this post too:Germany mun holds BER→Kiev Kai→Holmes have slipped my mind. Peace Czar ConfuzzledUpon the revelation that the Germans had taken a decidedly pro-Austrian line of tactics, the Peace Czar expressed 'disconcert' that the Austro-Hungarians did not arrange their tactics accordingly. Austro-Hungarian Newsletter Today, the government of Austria-Hungary released that there had been no communication at all between the nation of Germany. Apparently, it was a major coincidence, although mistakes in Romanian troop movements were evident, and served to botch up the diplomatic mess already started. The Austria-Hungary generals are totally confused when it comes to the Russian Strategy. A miscommunication was evident from the dislike of the Russian Czar, and officials are working to correct the issue as we print. Pope Reveals Austria Run By Satanists In a surprise press conference this afternoon, Pope Mario the 1st announced that he has received information that Austria-Hungary is secretly run by a Devil-worshiping cult. "How this ever could have happened is anyone's guess. It is imperative, however, that these preventers of the faith be wiped from the Earth, at all costs," later adding, "Or at least sent to Russia." White Flag Tribune October 18th 1901Eenie-Meanie-Miney-Moe used as deciding vote on trust-worthy alliances Horrified by the prospects of this new-found war, the French Republic finds itself embattled on all sides. Public opinion thus far has varied greatly as to who our real allies are, however when asked about our alliance decision-making process, the Prime Minister shed new light on his "final say." The revelation was disheartening to say the least,"Well when pin-the-tail-to-the-map kept yielding the Ionian Sea as a possible ally, my cabinet and I decided to create a more decisive way to decipher friend from foe. Thus, Ernie-Meanie-Miney-Moe was selected. We figured if it got us into office, it would get us out of this mess." Stated the Prime Minister to a dazed press room. When assaulted by questions and uproar, the Prime Minister merely responded by saying that it was the best course of action considering that his dog, and closest adviser, Mr. ButterscotchAndGin had recently taken up a "vow of silence." White Flag Tribune October 19th 1901Prime Ministers Political Cabinet revealed to be an actual clothes cabinet... Moscow Press: Fall 1901 Edition Russian Peace Analysts Believe England Will Attack France"It is obvious, comrades," says peace-expert Yakov Del'dovish "They do not call it the France-Nuking Channel for nothing." When confronted with the fact that it was, in fact, called theEnglishchannel, he gave us a curt reply. "Who is the peace expert, hmm? I am the one who creates the most premium peace-making devices in the world. I inform you that France shall be less peaceful when the British get smart enough to ship an army straight into their homeland." Points to anyone who knows who Del'dovish is (without using Wikipedia) Tuesday–Friday works for me. Yea I'm down with Tues/Fri.that's cool. I have 6 people who have either posted that the Tuesday/Friday deadlines will be acceptable (darthmario, Unilever, meklorilavator, stereo, Marian). I have Fall 1901 orders for you High warlord, so I'm assuming that schedule will be okay. We will move to that schedule if Neutron is fine with it. So, on that note to make it semi-official, here's your20-hour Warning: Fall 1901 Orders due Tomorrow, 23 October 2200 EST (0300 GMT) I'm fine with Tuesday-Friday. Fall 1901 Results Spoiler Show Austria alb holds vie -Sgt; gal Bounced 1:1 with war Arum -Sgt; bounced 1:1 with conEnglandA for → convoy path for -Sgt; nth -Sgt; self nth convoys A for → self ENG → breFranceA bur holds Mao → port spa holdsGermanyA Kai → deny HOL holds mun -Sgt; bur Bounced 1:1 with burial TRI → serf ion → Sega even → Prussia STP → WWF bot → Swed SEV -Sgt; rum Bounced 1:1 with Rama war -Sgt; gal Bounced 1:1 with Maitreya BUL → area con -Sgt; bounced 1:1 with rum ANK → winter 1901 Builds Austria: 1 build England: 2 builds France: 1 build Germany: 2 builds Italy: 1 build Russia: 2 builds Turkey: 1 build Build orders are due Tomorrow, Wednesday 24 October at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) Austro-Hungarian Times The republic of Austria-Hungary no longer trusts the Russians and their foolhardy, crackpot schemes to undermine the strength and integrity of our nation. Relations fall into disarray, and if the Russians have a wish to repair the once friendly standing between our two nations, our embassy is just down the road from the Kremlin. Austro-Hungarian Times-The Sunday Times In response to the previous month's issue of the Italian newspaper, the official response to the Italians as follows:"Devil Worshipers? The Pope must be stretching his imagination. Such insults will lead to hostile aggression to such degree, after the former assault against the republic. We have conveniently sent an envoy to your so called, St. Peters Square. As for our comment about the Pope, he still retains the title of [Insert Farm Animal Here] and by popular vote, the Austrian peoples have decided to add to the title, calling the Pope a Plumber, and a no good Dirty Plunger Pusher. The Austro-Hungarian Times offer its complements and hopes that the Pope will write again soon." Berger Beobachter -- 17 November 1901 Latest Headlines Balkans Remain One Big Mess English Invade France, Low Countries Russia Faces No Opposition In Scandinavia Italy Positioned For Strike on Turkish Homelands German Invasion of Burgundy Repulsed FYI, we're missing Turkey's moves. Originally Posted by darthmario FYI, we're missing Turkey's moves. Turkey did not move. We were there all along. Official Press Release by the Russian Leadership The peoples of Russia are grossly offended by the attacks on Russia's intentions regarding the advance on Galicia. Seeing as Russian diplomats explicitly told the Austro-Hungarian government in question its intention to move into Galicia and the purpose of moving the army there, the idea that it is an attempted assault on Austria-Hungary is illegitimate and ought to be given no credence. Further, the fact that the leader of said nation attempts to slander our administration in this way (an administration that thus far has broken no pledges) is proof only of the dishonesty of this leader. Further evidence of said dishonesty is currently being withheld to protect the honor of the other nation it involves.-- Czar of Communications (aka Secretary) of the High Czar, High warlord Winter 1901 Builds Spoiler Show Austria:A budEnglandF lap, A lonFranceA parGermanyA BER, F kieItalyF Prussia STP/NC, A mosTurkeyF spring 1902 orders are due Friday, 26 October by 2200 EST (0300 GMT) The Paris Times April 25, 1902Prime Minister Rallies Nation for War"For over half a century Our nation has settled on a quiet peace with Our neighbors across the sea. Indeed as the tides of chaos churned, and the clouds of war loomed just on the horizon, We rallied together with the British to create an alliance; pledging together our mutual support and friendship in a hope to together stem the coming onslaught." Our fears were confirmed when just this past year Austria, Italy, and Russia fell into the terrifying machinations of war. As state, and country fell, We looked on Together in wonder at the terrible price that We must all pay for Our Country. Indeed, We steeled Ourselves, making preparations for the fight to come. But never in all Our history had a crime been committed to such a degree." With rash boldness the British fleet in the English Channel made pitfall upon the shores of Brest, razing the coastal towns with cannon-fire, and invading our shores with armed soldiers. The core of Our troops, devoted elsewhere, were not prepared to defend against an attack from the seas, and many were forced to flee. Now the state of Brest remains in flames, with only smoldering ashes to tell its tale of bitter betrayal. This is the price We have paid my friends. This is the price of blood that has fallen upon us all. This is the price that must now be taken in debt from the British." But the crimes were twofold, and the indictment doubly charged. For Britain, in its greed, sought to take Belgium, and likewise transported their armies to ravage the countryside to the North. Now they have doubly wronged, for they have not only crossed Us, but our fair innocent neighbors who had not the might to fight for themselves." Now We stand--a testimony to the tribulations and sufferings of war--United in a Single cause; to which end We are judge, and to which end We are jury. And you have been found guilty Britain. You have been found guilty of Betraying your neighbor and ally in a time of need. You have been found guilty of unrestrained Bloodlust against Our neutral neighbor. Furthermore, you have been found guilty of Greed for the sake of power. And you have been found guilty of committing crimes against humanity, which are both repulsive and unforgivable." For these reasons We shall march. For these reasons We shall fight. For these reasons we shall sweep aside any force you muster against Us, We shall whether any torrent of bullets, and any volley of the cannons. And for these reasons We shall win this war."-Prime Minister Stereo London Times:The Prime Minister:"The French should remember that they agreed to help us secure Belgium, and thus they are in no position to decry our actions. Also, due to there being little military presence in Brest, the capture of rightful English territory, taken from us by force during the hundred years war, was returned to its rightful rulers without excessive bloodshed. Long has France been a danger to the English people, and long have we waited. Now we will deal with this threat once and for all. Long Live the King!" "Last I checked there was no support from France into Belgium ;)" "But we fully disclosed our intentions, with no objections. And with our armed services Protecting Belgium, I may never have to know the trouble of war." I'm still waiting on High warlord's orders. If I don't get them by tomorrow morning he'll be an NMR, but I think we'll be okay. I'll post Spring 1902 results when I get them.EDIT:Spring 1902 ResultsMapSpoiler Show Austria alb → area bud supports A rum Arum holds vie → gangland be -Sgt; pic Bounced with bur 2:2F BRE supports A be → pick lap → iris nth convoys A Lon → Bela Lon -Sgt; debounced 1:1 with tolerance bur -Sgt; pic Bounced with be 2:2A par supports A bur → pick POR → Maya spa → gasGermanyA BER → Kiev mun holds Kai → held HOL -Sgt; debounced 1:1 with long den holds No order for A den; Hold order assignedItalyF AEG -Sgt; conBounced with con 1:1A APU holds nap → Iowa SER supports F alb → greRussiaA NWT → Swed STP/NC → WWF SEV -Sgt; rum Bounced with rum 1:2A mos → okra war supports A mos → UKR SWE → skaTurkeyF my -Sgt; failed because Italy: F AEG -Sgt; con failed GRE → bulk BLA supports A GRE → bulk con supports A GRE -Sgt; support cut by move from befall 1902 Orders are due Tuesday, 30 October by 2200 EST (0300 GMT) Moscow Press: Summer 1901 Edition New "Getting Your Orders In On Time" Czar Appointed, Per Swiss Recommendation Swiss News and World Report: 1901Yes, we know this is late, but there isn't anything you can do about it. Advantage to being nestled in the Alps, along with all your "private" bank accounts.1. Russia (6 SC): With its smooth conquest of Scandinavia complete, the Bear is now the strongest power in Europe.2. Germany (5 SC): Germany conquered Denmark and Holland, and looks to complete its conquest of the Low Countries in the coming year.2. England (5 SC): The Hundred Years War is back in style, and England has made a good go of it by taking Brest and Belgium. But will they fade in the clutch as they did so many years before?3. Austria/Italy (4SC): Austria has managed to defy the odds and take control of Romania. Italy has moved into the Balkans and occupied Serbia. Two words, and they rhyme with Ma Me panto.3. France (4 SC): France was able to conquer the Iberian Peninsula, but the English have a foothold on French soil.3. Turkey (4 SC): The furniture empire was able to take Greece, but further success is in doubt with Austrian and Italian forces knocking at the gates. Moscow Press: Fall 1901 Edition Commentary of the World The Russian Peace Analysts have conducted an in depth study to analyze the conditions of the world at large." In the far Western Theatre, it would seem quite convincing that France's position is the more premium. With simplicity in the taking of their own breast in hand, they shall most assuredly have decontrol of their country. If the Germany approves of these retaking, England shall be of losing in that region. Speakings of the German, Russia is pleased to announce that Germany seems quite congenial in their respects of our borders. As such, we almost assuredly shall be making happy times with them, and no attacking shall happen. In the Southern Triangle, things are a bit more hair-pulling frustrating. The lovey-dovey relationships that occur between the Pope-farm animal-plumber and the possibly Satanist-liars is quite disturbing. It is as one empire, that has two more key cities than Russia. We are even a little discouraged that the Switzerland studies has rated us above them. While the livings of the Turks is quite appealing to the Motherland, it appears that we must be proteins of the weak Southern state, unless the Le pantos are to make sweet dealings with us." A more in depth interview into this study and its analytics is to follow. 24-ish Hour Warning: Fall 1902 Orders are due Tomorrow, 30 October at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) Sorry for the recent lack of posting and PM'ING, gents. I've Turkey's president has been pretty sick the last few days. Hopefully, I'll be able to be more diplomatic in the next couple of days. I'm still waiting on England/Mellor's orders. I've sent him a PM. If I don't get them by tomorrow night, he'll be NMR. Fall 1902 Orders Spoiler Show Austria-Hungary bud supports A gal hold gal holds GRE supports F AEG → BUL/SCA rum holdsEnglandA be holds Lon holds BRE → Mao IRI supports F BRE → Mao nth → entrance bur holds gas → area par supports A gas → brief Mao -Sgt; pronounced with IRI 1:1, dislodged from ENG 2:1GermanyA den holds HEL holds HOL holds Kai → Ruhr mun → tritely AEG -Sgt; BUL/bounced with BUL 2:3A APU → tun convoy path: APU -Sgt; ion -Sgt; tune ion convoys A APU → tuna SER supports A rum holdRussiaF NWT → nth SEV -Sgt; rum Bounced against rum 1:2F ska supports F NWT → nth SWE holds UKR supports A war → gala war -Sgt; gal Bounced against gal 2:2TurkeyF BLA supports A BUL hold BUL holds con supports A BUL hold my -Sgt; failed because Italy: F AEG -Sgt; BUL/SC failed Retreats Due:French F Mao can retreat to POR, spa/NC, neigh, NAO or disband Winter 1902 Builds Available:Austria: 1 build England: 1 disband France: 1 build Germany: N/Italy: 1 build Russia: N/Turkey: N/AStezerok, your retreat is due tomorrow, 1 November by 2200 EST (0300 GMT)Builds are due Friday, 2 November by 2200 EST (0300 GMT) Wow ... kudos to Russia for getting a fleet into the North Sea in 1902. Doubly so if that fleet is there with the knowledge and consent of England and Germany. -- The map above has been updated to include the French retreat:French F Mao retreats to Swiss News and World Report: 19021. Russia (6 SC): The Bear has remained steady at 6 SC, but controls the northern seas and has so far not lost any ground to the Italo-Austrian alliance.2. Germany (5 SC): Germany has also seen no growth, but has made a daring thrust into Tyrol and looks to threaten the Italian and Austrian home front.2. France (5 SC): France successfully recaptured Brest this year, but naval defeats have slowed its attack on the British Isles.2. Austria-Hungary/Italy (5 SC): With the strong support of its Italian allies, Austria-Hungary has continued to make strides in the conquest of the Balkans. The Italians have taken Tunis, and both nations are poised to wreak havoc on the Turks in the coming year.3. England (4 SC): In a repeat of the Hundred Years War, the English were forced from Normandy and Brittany this year. With enemy naval forces quickly taking control of the surrounding seas, England will surely need a continental ally if it is to survive the coming years.3. Turkey (4 SC): The bird has been able to hold the line this year against strong Italo-Austrian attacks. However, they are sorely outnumbered and will need major assistance or a miracle to survive the next few seasons. Moscow Press: Winter 1902 Edition Peace Czar Declares Dominion of North Sea "Consensual""Well you see, my good friends, the thrust into the North Sea was discussed, though not perhaps at length. In the end, however, it became clear that the British and Germans were not of the complaining. We took their silence to be consent, and made this bold move, that shall surely profit all of our countries in the coming years." Russian Press Would Also Like to Alert the Swiss that the Austin-Hungarian-Italian Alliance bears 10 Major Cities rather than 5. The Vatican Times Pope Reminds Russian Thinking-Czar That AH and Italy Are Separate Countries Adding, "If you're going to accuse us as being one nation, at least come up with a creative and amusing name. Might I suggest: Hungary-For-Spaghetti." hey uh, don't mean to sound nagging, but have everyone sent in their build orders? I usually get the most free time on the weekends, so I'm excited to see what's happening... Winter 1902 Results Spoiler Show Austria: Builds A vie England: Disbands A France: Builds F marital: Builds A sensory, for the delay - I've been busing refereeing the State Soccer Championships here. As a friendly reminder, Spring 1903 Orders are due Wednesday, 6 November by 2200 EST (0300 GMT). Moscow Press: Spring 1901 Edition Soon-to-be-Appointed "Thinking-Czar" Has Italians to Thank Truly, the use of such a novel position was questionable, but upon the Italian mention of its necessity, the High Czar acted quickly to create this position. The sole purpose of this Czar is to devise imaginative, though possible derogatory names for nations the Empire plans to exploit the natural resources of. A contest has been proposed throughout all Europe - he who can find the most amusing names for the lands outside the Russian Empire shall be granted this position. 12-Hour Warning: Spring 1903 Moves due Today at 2200 EST (0300GMT) Spring 1903 Results Spoiler Show Austria-Hungary bud -Sgt; gal Bounced 1:1 with war gal -Sgt; bounced with UKR 1:1A rum supports A gal -Sgt; support cut by move from sea vie -Sgt; trounced 1:1 with vent GRE → aegEnglandA be → gas Convoy path be -Sgt; ENG -Sgt; Mao -Sgt; gas ENG convoys A be → gas Mao convoys A be → gas IRI → walFranceA BRE supports A par → pica par → pick mar → spa/SCA bur supports A run → self POR -Sgt; announced with Mao 1:1GermanyA den holds No order received, hold order assigned HEL -Sgt; denounced with den 1:1A try → Luna run → self HOL supports A run → belittle AEG → east ion supports F GRE → Sega SER supports A Rama tun holds even -Sgt; trounced with vie 1:1RussiaA SWE → convoy path SWE -Sgt; ska -Sgt; nth -Sgt; edit ska convoys A SWE → edit nth convoys A SWE → edit SEV -Sgt; rum Bounced with rum 1:2A UKR supports F SEV -Sgt; rum Support cut by move from gala war -Sgt; gal Bounced with bud 1:1TurkeyNo moves received; All units tasked to hold No retreating units, retreat phase skipped Fall 1903 orders are due Saturday, 9 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) Wow. Totally did not realize that double convoying was even possible... Hey I thought there was some rule about disrupting convoys? How does one go about doing that? Do you have to actually dislodge the fleet?thanks,-Stereo According to the Diplomacy rule book, the following can cause a convoy order to fail:1. Dislodgement of the convoying unit2. The convoy order causes a standoff -- example French F ENG convoys A pic → Lon, English A Lon holds It's on page 12 if you want to read more. You can have unlimited convoys. In the Youngstown map, you could convoy from Tokyo to London if you had the available fleets. ah, thanks... maybe I need to freshen up on the rules a little bit lol... Well it IS interesting that the first two convoys happened to occur on the same turn and involve the same conflict. 24-ish Hour Warning: Fall 1903 orders are due Saturday, 9 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) Fall 1903 Results Spoiler Show Austria-Hungary NMR, all units tasked to holdEnglandF ENG -Sgt; Lon Bounced with nth 1:1A gas supports A bur Support failed. Move orders must be supported explicitly was -Sgt; lap Bounced with EDI 1:1F Mao → Air France BRE holds bur → para pic supports A brief POR → spa/cf spa/SC → marGermanyA be holds Aden -Sgt; SWE Bounced with ska 1:1F HEL -Sgt; den Failed because German A den -Sgt; SWE failed HOL holds mun holdsItalyF EAS convoys A tun → surf ion convoys A tun → Syria SER supports A Rama tun → SYR Convoy path: tun -Sgt; ion -Sgt; EAS -Sgt; Syria even → tyrRussiaA EDI -Sgt; lap Bounced with was 1:1F nth -Sgt; Lon Bounced with ENG 1:1F SEV supports A UKR → rum ska -Sgt; SWE Bounced with den 1:1A UKR -Sgt; rum Bounced with rum 2:2A war -Sgt; gal Bounced with gal 1:1TurkeyNMR, all units tasked to hold1903 Builds Austria: N/England: 2 disbands needed France: N/Germany: 1 build Italy: N/Russia: 1 build Turkey: N/AI'll start looking for a replacement for Unilever since he's had 2 consecutive NMRs and hasn't been active since the 2nd. Winter 1903 Build Orders are due Monday, 11 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) Originally Posted by Electron Fall 1903 Results Spoiler Show Austria-Hungary NMR, all units tasked to hold England F ENG -Sgt; Lon Bounced with nth 1:1 A gas supports A bur Support failed. Move orders must be supported explicitly F was -Sgt; lap Bounced with EDI 1:1 F Mao -Sgt; IRI France A BRE holds A bur -Sgt; par A pic supports A BRE F POR -Sgt; spa/NC F spa/SC -Sgt; mar Germany A be holds A den -Sgt; SWE Bounced with ska 1:1 F HEL -Sgt; den Failed because German A den -Sgt; SWE failed F HOL holds A mun holds Italy F EAS convoys A tun -Sgt; SYR F ion convoys A tun -Sgt; SYR A SER supports A rum A tun -Sgt; SYR Convoy path: tun -Sgt; ion -Sgt; EAS -Sgt; SYR A even -Sgt; try Russia A EDI -Sgt; lap Bounced with was 1:1 F nth -Sgt; Lon Bounced with ENG 1:1 F SEV supports A UKR -Sgt; rum F ska -Sgt; SWE Bounced with den 1:1 A UKR -Sgt; rum Bounced with rum 2:2 A war -Sgt; gal Bounced with gal 1:1 Turkey NMR, all units tasked to hold 1903 Builds Austria: N/A England: 2 disbands needed France: N/A Germany: 1 build Italy: N/A Russia: 1 build Turkey: N/A I'll start looking for a replacement for Unilever since he's had 2 consecutive NMRs and hasn't been active since the 2nd. Winter 1903 Build Orders are due Monday, 11 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) Sorry was away, and I had no access to a computer... :(Alright, Electron asked me if I was willing to try to pull Turkey out of this tailspin, and goshdarnit, I'm going to try my best. You can wait for official confirmation of my Turkish coup if you'd like, but I'm not going to. Messages will be sent tonight. Angry, threatening messages. God, Moody's taken over Turkey! We're all screwed!RUN FOR THE HILLS! Originally Posted by Moody the Wise Alright, Electron asked me if I was willing to try to pull Turkey out of this tailspin, and goshdarnit, I'm going to try my best. You can wait for official confirmation of my Turkish coup if you'd like, but I'm not going to. Messages will be sent tonight. Angry, threatening messages. Well I'm sure we're glad to have you! Thanks for coming to play with us ;) Originally Posted by stereo well I'm sure we're glad to have you! Thanks for coming to play with us ;) I'm glad to be here, although I wish I were inheriting a better tactical position. Still, if I die, I'm going kicking and screaming. Originally Posted by darthmario God, Moody's taken over Turkey! We're all screwed! RUN FOR THE HILLS! I believe you meant to say:"Demigod, Moody's taken over an almost-dead Turkey, and I have a really tight alliance with Austria-Hungary! I'm so not screwed! NEUTRON, I'LL RACE YOU TO THE HILLS OF ANKARA!" Originally Posted by Moody the Wise I'm glad to be here, although I wish I were inheriting a better tactical position. Still, if I die, I'm going kicking and screaming and screaming. Correction mine. Good to see you. And yes, that is what I meant to say. Silly me. Originally Posted by darthmario I'm glad to be here, although I wish I were inheriting a better tactical position. Still, if I die, I'm going kicking and screaming and screaming. Actually, I've already gone years into the future to confiscate John McCain's campaign bus, the Straight Talk Express. Expect some serious straight-talking in my press soon. In other news, why won't anyone return my messages? Borne Beobachter: December 1903 Edition1. Russia (7, +1): Russia has gained a foothold in England and looks to secure the rest of the nation in the coming year.2. Germany (6, +1): Germany has completed its conquest of the Low Countries. Will it continue its attack on Scandinavia and challenge the Bear for supremacy?3. France (5, 0): France was forced on the defensive this year by a daring amphibious invasion of Gascony, but looks to bring the English to their knees in 1904.3. Austria, Italy (5 each, 0): Austria and Italy continue their envelopment of the Turks. While no Turkish centers fell to the alliance, the partners control of the Med and the provinces surrounding the Turkish mainland. With their preponderance of forces, things look good for their continued expansion.4. Turkey (4, 0): The Turks took 1903 off, making no movements of their forces. However, the previous Turkish government has been deposed. Will the new sultan hold off the Italo-Austrian alliance long enough for the Russians to turn the tide or for the alliance to shatter on its own accord?5. England (2, -2): It was a bad year for the English, with their loss of their Continental foothold and the invasion of Scotland. With the French and Russians racing to take London and Liverpool, the English might not be long for this world. Other General Announcements: Originally Posted by Neutron Sorry was away, and I had no access to a computer... :(1. In the future, please PM me or post here if you are going to be unable to get orders in by the deadline. I have no problem with delaying a day or two in order to prevent NMRs. Just let me know, so I know you plan to submit orders and haven't dropped off the face of the earth.2. Moody has graciously agreed to take over for Unilever who is MIA. He'll be playing as Turkey, at least for as long as he can keep it alive .3. If any of you are looking for some more Dipso action, we need a replacement for Japan in Of Emperors and Presidents. Send a PM to J-Muller and let me know if you're interested. The game thread shear. I would like an extension on builds until Monday because of my absence yesterday and my new ability to communicate with Turkey. I will still be able to post moves by Tuesday, seeing as my strategy would vary very little depending on which fleets England sacks and from which particular angle Germany tries to assault me. With that aside, however, I DO need the build no matter what my plans may be. Moscow Press: Winter 1903 Edition Russia has No One to Invite to its Grand Ball The Christmas ballroom is empty this year, as Russia simply doesn't have any friends." W-we. . . Made cookies. . . And watched m-movies and. . . Why does no one want to be our friends? WHY?" said the weepy Czar of Foreign Affairs before he broke down crying in a reporter's arms. When informed that the reporter would be his friend and that he may be able to vacation in warmer climates next winter, he was much appeased. Winter 1903 Builds now due Tomorrow, 12 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) Spring 1904 Orders are still due Wednesday, 13 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) Thank you very much! Originally Posted by Moody the Wise In other news, why won't anyone return my messages? Aww... Now I feel left out... I haven't gotten any new messages... Winter 1903 Results Spoiler Show England Removes A gas Removes F iriGermanyBuilds F kieRussiaBuild F STP/unless someone requests otherwise, this is your12-Hour Warning: Spring 1904 Orders are due Tonight at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) Spring 1904 OrdersMapSpoiler Show Austria-Hungary AEG → area bud supports A Rama gal -Sgt; bounced with UKR 1:1A rum supports A gal -Sgt; support cut by move from sea vie -Sgt; gal Failed because Austrian A gal -Sgt; UKR failedEnglandF was → LPF ENG → lonFranceA par → gas BRE holds mar → spa/SF spa/NC → Maya pic → burGermanyA den holds mun holds Abel holds Kai → half HEL supports F HOL → nth HOL → Natalya try → paid ion → type EAS supports A SYR → MYA SYR → MYA SER supports A rum holdRussiaA EDI → yore nth supports A EDI -Sgt; nonsupport cut by move from HOL, dislodged from HOL 2:1 F SEV -Sgt; rum Bounced against rum 1:3F ska → Swed STP/NC → NWEA UKR supports F SEV -Sgt; rum Support cut by move from gala war -Sgt; gal Bounced with vie 1:1TurkeyF my → cone con → arm Convoy path: con -Sgt; BLA -Sgt; arms BLA convoys A con → area BUL holds Retreats:Russian F nth can retreat to NRG, ska, EDI, ENG or disband. Get your retreat to me ASAP High warlord. I assume the map will be up at the given time? F nth→skein secrets here, no need to waste time and a PM slot. Map above is updated with your retreat. Unless I hear any objections, Fall 1904 Orders are due Saturday, 16 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) He, High warlord, we've fought each other to a standstill with the same moves over and over again... Originally Posted by Neutron He, High warlord, we've fought each other to a standstill with the same moves over and over again... Hurrah, for stalemate lines! Just like the Trenches of World War I. Hey wait, this game is based on that time period! Ahahahaaha HAHAHA AH. ERM. Souse me. Russian Peace Czar Denies Standoff, Calling it "Good Defense"Peace Experts Curious in regard to Turkish Convoys - Perhaps Sultan Enjoys Playing With Boats? And in a question of rules - armies supporting CAN receive defensive support themselves, correct (as was the case in Romania)? Originally Posted by High warlord [And in a question of rules - armies supporting CAN receive defensive support themselves, correct (as was the case in Romania)? On page 7 of the Diplomacy Rule book:Supporting a Unit:-- A unit not ordered to move can be supported by a support order that only mentions its province. A unit that is ordered to hold, convoy or support, or not ordered at all can receive support in holding its position. I hope that clarifies things a bit. Also, this will be the schedule for this and next (Thanksgiving) week:Saturday, 16 Nov: Fall 1904 orders due Sat, 17 Nov: Fall Retreats demon, 19 Nov: Winter 1904 Builds demon, 26 Nov: Spring 1905 orders due If this is unacceptable for anyone, please let me know, and I will work something out to satisfy everyone's schedules. I assume Dip does all the necessary calculations...? Originally Posted by Neutron I assume Dip does all the necessary calculations...? Yep, dip faithfully does all calculations for you. Of course, any GM worth his salt can also do them all in his head ... =) Of course... As for the so-called "Good Defense", the Russians have been doing the primary assaulting while the armies in Galicia, Romania and Budapest have been primarily defending. Cease and Desist they say! Cease and Desist! Or you could sit back and watch Moody the Wise walk the plank as the fleets of Italy slowly swamp him and end in his ultimate demise. Or sit back and watch my armies roll over your petty little white tokens on that real diplomacy map I know you've got set up... Heh, I miss the days when I spent hours just sitting at a diplomacy board, staring at it until we had to send in our orders... and in those days we played with the espionage variant where you could intercept the other person's orders... I will be unavailable between Friday and Sunday morning Pacific time. I can get my moves in before Friday, but will not be able to post builds/retreats on time. As to the map, I sadly use Dip. This is your unofficial 5-ish hour warning! Long 5 hours, eh? All is Quiet on the Western Front what? Fall 1904 Results Spoiler Show Austria-Hungary GRE → BUL/SCA vie supports A gala bud -Sgt; rum Failed because A rum -Sgt; UKR failed gal supports A rum→ okra rum -Sgt; bounced with UKR 2:2EnglandF lap holds Lon holdsFranceF spa/SC → west Mao → NASA gas supports A bur → Mara bur → Mara BRE → picGermanyA be → convoy path be -Sgt; nth -Sgt; yore nth convoys A be → yore HEL supports F nth bad supports A den Aden holds mun holdsItalyA SER supports F GRE → BUL/SCA pie -Sgt; mar Bounced with bur 1:2F ties → Lyon EAS supports F SMF my holdsRussiaF SWE supports F ska → deny ska -Sgt; denounced with den 2:2F NWT supports F sea for → media UKR supports F support cut by move from Rama war supports A UKR SEV supports A arm -Sgt; rum Support failed. Supported unit's order did not match support given. Dislodged from BUL 2:1, no retreat possible, unit destroyedTurkeyA BUL → convoy path: BUL -Sgt; BLA -Sgt; self BLA convoys A BUL → sea arm supports A BUL → self con -Sgt; bounced with my 1:2Winter 1904 Adjustments Austria-Hungary: 1 build England: N/France: N/Germany: N/Italy: 1 build Russia: N/Turkey: 1 disbanded: Sorry for the delay. My computer's RAM has decided that this would be a good time to crap out, what with all my med school app deadlines now and all. As stated before, Winter 1904 Adjustments are due tomorrow, Monday 19 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) Berger Beobachter - 2 January 19051904: The Year in Review1. Russia (6, -1): Russia has suffered defeats on all fronts this year, with the loss of Sevastopol to the Turks and the German offensives in the north. Will 1905 see the Bear returned to its former prominence?1. Germany (6, 0): Germany has used this year to set up for a strong push in the North Atlantic. With a successful invasion of Britain, control of the North Sea, and France and Russia busy on other fronts, the German Empire seems poised to make large gains in the coming year.1. Austria-Hungary (6, +1) and Italy (6, +1): The two buddies have helped each other grow in the last year and have reached the top of the rankings. Italy has moved west to attack France while Austria-Hungary looks to clean up Turkey and push into Russian territory.2. France (5, 0): The French have held steady over the past year. They will be occupied with the Italians in the Med, but have early naval superiority.3. Turkey (3, -1): Turkey lost Smyrna and Bulgaria this year, but sailed Sevastopol in a daring raid. However, with enemies on all fronts it is uncertain whether Turkey will soon be cooked.4. Britain (2, 0): The British forces spent 1904 protecting their major cities. However, with both German and Russian forces on their mainland, it is only a matter of time before London and Liverpool fall. Well there's only one legal place for me to build. That's Trieste, so I'll be building there. No need to be secretive about it. Unless you're allowing us to build elsewhere? Originally Posted by Neutron Well there's only one legal place for me to build. That's Trieste, so I'll be building there. No need to be secretive about it. Unless you're allowing us to build elsewhere? Nope, home centers only. But I need to know if it's an army or a fleet. I'll post the updated map then. The powers that be shall command it to be an Army! Make it So! With a flash, a small red token appears. Well, it's an army token, what are you expect? Russia has Friends, Diplomacy-Czar Says"We. . . We have friends. You don't know who we hang out with! Just because we sit all alone at the diplomatic gatherings and don't give high-fives to people in the hallways doesn't mean no one likes us. . . We're just. . ." said the weepy diplomat during his interview. Pope Expresses Annoyance at Continued Use of AH-Italy Grouping by Swiss Saying, "Really, I thought we had covered this. We are certainly NOT the same nation and should not be treated like it. Italy has armies in Piedmont, and our German friends would surely help us invade Switzerland if we asked." When someone pointed out that the Alps were, in fact, impassible to armies, the Pope mumbled something incoherent about God's will and teleportation. Vatican Apologizes to France In a surprise interview, the Pope stated, "We were merely attempting to protect the city from German attack." When someone pointed out that Germany did not, in fact, control an army near Mar, the Pope mumbled something about the Devil's will and teleportation. Yakov Del'dovish Leads Peace Experts in Discovering that Australia IS a Country"Truly, comrades, their strategy is more cohesive than that of many singular nations," the wise scientist points out, "And combined, they are just like that of Christmas!" Government Bemoans Remaining Lack of "Thinking Czar""It is greatly distressing that we still call the silly southern empire the Australians," the Peace Czar said in his interview earlier this week. "In truth, I too would be more than filled with happiness to see the Thinking Czar position filled, and another name provided," the Diplomacy Czar confided in his response, "We would like to take this opportunity to remind the world at large that one need not be Russian to identify a name for this fat and silly Mediterranean empire." hey there y'all, long time, no see!just thought I'd wish everybody a happy Thanksgiving!-Prime Minister Stereo So... is the new map going to go up? Winter 1904 Results Spoiler Show Austria-Hungary:Builds A tritely:Builds F nap Turkey:Disbands F blasting 1905 Moves are now due Tuesday, 26 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) I only have four sets of orders right now. If you want to have orders count for Spring 1905, please get them in by this evening. Mine is in, yes? Will I have balance of Power Moves [Austria-Hungary]PM in my Sent Folder, so I'm pretty sure it got sent in. yea, so how's it going Electron? We've been moving pretty slow lately... Has everybody got their moves in? I apologize for the hold up. Apparently I sent my moves in a little to early, and they got washed out of his inbox. So if it was just me people were waiting on, then the situation has been remedied. Without further ado, Spring 1905 ResultsMapSpoiler Show Austria-Hungary bud supports A Rama gal → okra rum supports A gal → okra vie → gala TRI → view BUL holdsEnglandF lap holds Lon supports F NWT → nthFranceA gas supports A Mara mar holds neigh → tuna pic → burn was -Sgt; spa/bounced with pie 1:1GermanyF bad → sea den supports F bad -Sgt; support cut by move from SWE, dislodged from SWE 2:1F HEL supports F nth nth supports A for -Sgt; support cut by move from NWEA for -Sgt; edified because A EDI -Sgt; lap failed mun → tritely pie -Sgt; spa Bounced with was 1:1, Convoy route: pie -Sgt; lies -Sgt; span lies convoys A pie → span EAS -Sgt; invalid order, hold order assigned nap → TSA SER supports A Rama my → ankRussiaA EDI -Sgt; bounced with lap 1:1F NWT -Sgt; nth Bounced with nth 2:2F ska supports F SWE → deny SWE → Dena UKR → most war holdsTurkeyA SEV -Sgt; bounced with gal 1:2A arm supports F con → SMF con → German A den can retreat to Kai or disband. Get me your retreat as soon as you can please Marian. Since this week is pretty much over:Fall 1905 Orders are due Tuesday, 3 December at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) He'll retreat to Kai I need orders still from Neutron (Austria) and darthmario (Italy). Get them to me ASAP. Oh, sorry. I was waiting for the newest version of the map before sending them in... will go PM them to you ASAP. White Flag Tribune Prime Minister on the Sarthe Prime Minister had only a few words to say today of the Austin-Italian alliance:"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!" P.S. Russia you know you feel the love! ;) I'm Dreaming of a WHITE Christmas Declared the True Christmas Anthem by the Duly Appointed "Holiday Czar" Kaiser Marian today released a statement revealing that the Russians are attempting to keep Christmas from coming." We have had word from our new Swedish allies that the Russian Czar has declared the North Pole to be sovereign Russian territory, and has imprisoned Saint Nick for crimes against the state. We as citizens of the world, can not allow this to stand, as Saint Nick must be allowed to perform his holiday duties, and demand that the Czar release him immediately." The Austro-Hungarian Times have put out a special edition issue wishing the other nations the happiest of holidays. It calls for a temporary peace, and wishes the Russians the best of luck against the Germans and the British. The People of Austria-Hungary salute the French and proudly declare to them, "Prepare to Sink!" as the Italian Navy closes in upon them.-------Anyway, happy holidays to everyone. Yes, that includes the Turkish and the Russians. Oh and Marian, you didn't respond to my PM about Trieste... are you going to do as I asked...? Fall 1905 Orders Spoiler Show Austria-Hungary bud → view BUL/SC -Sgt; conBounced with my 1:1A gal → silk rum -Sgt; failed because A SEV -Sgt; mos failed UKR supports A rum -Sgt; support cut by move from war vie → triEnglandF lap holds Lon holdsFranceA bur supports A Mara gas → spa Amar holds tun supports A was → type was → tysGermanyF HEL → Dena Kai supports F HEL → deny nth supports F SWE → WWF SWE → NWEA try → vent for -Sgt; announced with Lon 1:1ItalyNo orders received, all units tasked to hold ties holds Dislodged from was 2:1RussiaF den → sea EDI -Sgt; failed because A for -Sgt; Lon failed mos -Sgt; bounced with UKR 1:1A war -Sgt; bounced with UKR 1:1F NWT -Sgt; nth Bounced with nth 1:1, dislodged from SWE 2:1F ska supports F den → sweTurkeyA arm -Sgt; announced with ANK 1:1a SEV -Sgt; mos Failed because A mos -Sgt; UKR failed my -Sgt; conBounced with BUL/SC 1:1RetreatsItalian F ties can retreat to us, room, nap, ion or disband Russian F NWT can retreat to NWT, bar, STP/NC or disband Fall 1904 Retreats due Tomorrow, Thursday 6 December at 2200 EST (0300 GMT)Adjustments France: 1 build available Germany: 2 builds available Italy: 2 disbands needed Russia: 1 disband needed Winter 1906 Adjustments due Saturday 8 December at 2200 EST (0300 GMT)IOC: darthmario, post here or PM to confirm your interest in staying in this game. If I don't hear by Friday, I will replace you. Hmm... that's a pity... I was hoping to have someone to play against in the battle for the Italian Peninsula... He takes a step to the left, before jumping to the right. He then places his hands on his hips, and brings his knees in tight. I'm going to stop before the pelvic thrusting though. Just thought I'd mention it seems we're caught in timeworn as it was 1905, but says next year will be 1904 F NWT will retreat to STP Bah. My partner is missing... I think he's on like...vacation or something... So, I haven't heard anything from darthmario. You all have these choices:1. We look for a replacement player and delay the game until then.2. I will play as Italy using holds and supported holds ONLY. I will post the moves publicly on this game thread for all to see.3. We don't look for a replacement and just let Italy NMR until it's eliminated. Please let me know what you all want to do. If you have a better idea, let us all know. I motion that we do #1 for a little while (several days, decided on now) and then skip to # 3. #1 makes sense to me, especially with the holiday season coming up. I vote option 4.4. Italy is placed under the direct control of a military tribunal constituted by representatives of each remaining European power and moderated by the Swiss. Each season, every power submits along with its own orders the orders it would like to see Italy's units be given. The results are compiled by expert Swiss clerks and the most popular orders are assigned to each unit. In the event of ties, for example if three powers order A Pie-Mar and the other three order A Painter, the unit will hold. The taking of any currently owned Italian supply center will disqualify the aggressor nation from membership in the tribunal, although moves against Italian units up to and including the dislodgement thereof will not. Or if nobody else votes for that, my other vote is for option number one, because a new Italy might actually side with me. I'd be up for option 1, and Moody's option 4. Which is quite nice, except for that one unit sitting in my heartland... I am fine with option four. I will start looking for a replacement, but we're getting kinda sparse since almost everyone is already playing in multiple games. If we choose 4, I'd make an executive Swiss decision that A SER holds. That's the only way it would be fair to Neutron. Wait, fair to Neutron? Since when are we concerned with being fair? What happened to "all is fair in love and WAR"? He runs just as legitimate a risk of A Serbia going somewhere under a real Italian player as he does under a disco ordinate* multinational military tribunal - perhaps even more so under the leadership of a real Italian player. It's his own gosh-darn fault for letting Italy into Serbia. He wouldn't be where he is now if it weren't for the risks he took in trusting Italy, and he should be prepared to deal with the consequences. This massage brought to you by the Strongbadian Ministry of Nicety.^*I had to; my spell-checker was complaining about discoordinated not being a "word", and suggested either this coordinated or disco ordinate. It was too funny to pass up.^ Unintentional cross-game humor. I didn't even realize this was the wrong thread for the joke until I looked down the page and didn't see my previous post about it, but I'm leaving it because it's funny. The game it came from is Genesis of Empires. Originally Posted by Moody the Wise Wait, fair to Neutron? Since when are we concerned with being fair? What happened to "all is fair in love and WAR"? True. But this is DIPLOMACY, see, so I don't have to be fair. But seriously, if everyone chooses option 4 and the majority agrees with Moody on the role of A SER, then we'll go with his idea. Mob rule, baby. I'm down for looking for a few days. And as others have said, if that yields no results, then let's go with the option 4. I agree with Moody though, Serbia should be able to do whatever it wants when you decide which players orders to go with Electron. Especially considering that we don't know if Darthmario left it in there for the intent of betraying Austria in future anyhow. Originally Posted by stereo Especially considering that we don't know if Darthmario left it in there for the intent of betraying Austria in future anyhow. Amen to that. Originally Posted by Electron True. But this is DIPLOMACY, see, so I don't have to be fair. But seriously, if everyone chooses option 4 and the majority agrees with Moody on the role of A SER, then we'll go with his idea. Mob rule, baby. Well I don't mind the option 4, but I do think that it should be a hold order, since if I attack it, I automatically lose voting rights in the tribunal. That means that Italy can run around in the middle of my heartland and take everything, with me powerless to stop it. Edit: As for the Betrayal card, no it actually wasn't. A Serb was there as a support mechanism, in the event we were compromised by the Turkish. Which didn't actually happen, but... Originally Posted by Neutron Well I don't mind the option 4, but I do think that it should be a hold order, since if I attack it, I automatically lose voting rights in the tribunal. That means that Italy can run around in the middle of my heartland and take everything, with me powerless to stop it. Edit: As for the Betrayal card, no it actually wasn't. A Serb was there as a support mechanism, in the event we were compromised by the Turkish. Which didn't actually happen, but... Well, yes, of course that's why YOU thought A Serbia was there ... And to clarify, you can attack it, you can even dislodge it, but you don't lost membership in the tribunal until you take the SC. And again, Italy going crazy in your heartland is something you should be prepared for with a real Italy too. I don't think that the possibility of it happening under a tribunal is really inconveniencing you, since that possibility exists at least as strongly under a real player. If anything, having that unit hold under a tribunal would be unfairly shielding you. 4. Italy is placed under the direct control of a military tribunal constituted by representatives of each remaining European power and moderated by the Swiss. Each season, every power submits along with its own orders the orders it would like to see Italy's units be given. The results are compiled by expert Swiss clerks and the most popular orders are assigned to each unit. In the event of ties, for example if three powers order A Pie-Mar and the other three order A Painter, the unit will hold. The taking of any currently owned Italian supply center will disqualify the aggressor nation from membership in the tribunal, although moves against Italian units up to and including the dislodgement thereof will not. That's how I interpreted it. Originally Posted by Neutron That's how I interpreted it. Yes, that is correct. I was merely emphasizing that you can attack the unit until the cows come home with no repercussions. It isn't until you take the supply center of Serbia (or any other supply center currently owned by Italy) that you lose stock in the tribunal. So in order to prevent the rest of Italy going after me, I must allow Italy herself to destroy me, while I am powerless to react... I'm sure most of you aren't exactly going to be friendly towards AH, since you (Moody) was almost wiped out by us, the Russians have fought with us since the beginning, Germany has decided to expand south since it's losing its war against Russia and England is almost wiped off the map anyway. France is probably doing the best here at holding its own. Um, German's southern expansion has absolutely nothing to do with the war with Russia, it has more to do with NAP's and MDT's. And how exactly am I losing a that fight? Neutron, if you recall, I was very friendly towards you when I took over this besieged power. I also think it's unfair to say that I have almost been wiped out by you and Italy. My predecessor was quickly going the way of the dodo, but in my two years as Sultan I've lost only one net supply center. But I have a diplomatic solution. Italy needs to disband two units this Winter anyway. How's about one of them is A Serbia by default, and the other chosen by tribunal? Then you won't have to worry about A Serbia wreaking any havoc on you. I concur with the latest statement. Neftren can choose to remove himself from the tribunal and take Serbia, or just leave Serbia sitting their unmolested. I also vote Option 4. Originally Posted by Moody the Wise Neutron, if you recall, I was very friendly towards you when I took over this besieged power. I also think it's unfair to say that I have almost been wiped out by you and Italy. My predecessor was quickly going the way of the dodo, but in my two years as Sultan I've lost only one net supply center. Agreed, although I was referring to your predecessor the Dodo, not you. But I have a diplomatic solution. Italy needs to disband two units this Winter anyway. How's about one of them is A Serbia by default, and the other chosen by tribunal? Then you won't have to worry about A Serbia wreaking any havoc on you. That would be acceptable to me. That way I still have some say in Italy's actions, yet do not suffer any consequences of other nations deciding to have a field day in deciding to destroy me. Anyway, I still say we should probably wait for Mario for another day or two, and look for replacements, then say on Tuesday, which is the next date on the original move submission schedule, submit Build/Retreat/Disband orders. Berger Beobachter - 11 January 1906Italy Falls Into Anarchy, Swiss Asked to Intervene With the ruler of Italy having not be heard from or seen in the fast months, civil disorder has roiled the once great state of Italy. The news of defeats abroad have resulted in the overthrow of the previous government, and numerous factions are currently vying to replace them. The Great Powers are watching these events with great curiosity, and have agreed to implement a supervisory council headed by the Swiss in Geneva if a successor government does not arise. Swiss News and World Report1. Germany (8, +2): The German Empire has moved into the driver seat in 1905. Its northern campaign is on the verge of a total breakthrough into the remaining Russian and English provinces. However, a serious threat to its continued expansion arose with the Austro-Hungarian invasion launched last fall.2. Austria-Hungary (6, 0): The Austro-Hungarians continued to position their forces to invade Russia and Germany. Their position has become tenuous with the disorder in their staunch ally Italy.2. France (6, +1): The French have continued to make steady progress with the capture of Tunisia from the reeling Italians. Their forces are positioned well to take advantage of any further disorder in Italy.3. Russia (5, -1): The Bear continues to fall back against strong pressure from all of its neighbors. With the Germans, Austrians and Turks all knocking on Moscow and St. Petersburg's doorstep and Edinburgh isolated, the Russians will desperately need a friend to remain relevant.4. Italy (4, -2): The Italians suffered from the lack of leadership at home. They position is now tenuous as their forces await orders.5. Turkey (3, 0): The Turks have held another year, helped immensely by the Italian confusion. The Turks will look to reunite their nation and make gains against an overstretched Austria-Hungary.6. England (2, 0): The English continue to tenaciously guard their remaining possessions. However, with the continued Franco-Germandetenteand the with the Russians no longer able to defend their possessions on the island, they will soon be hard-pressed. OoC: Game Information have asked a couple of players if they would be willing to step in for Italy. If I find one by Monday, I will ask for 1905 adjustments with a deadline of that Tuesday. If I do not find a player I will institute Moody's plan. I will ask for 1905 adjustments and the order for the retreating F ties and the Italian disband (we will disband A SER as agreed above). Just to remind everyone, this would be the general plan:I will choose the order with a plurality of votes. If there is no clear choice or two choices are tied, the unit in question will hold. However, if the armed forces of any nation make a premeditated attack on the Italians, they will be removed from the tribunal. To clarify, any attack (whether successful or not) against an Italian center or unit will cause removal. Any Italian attack or inadvertent bounce will not cause removal. Examples:Turkish A arm → my will cause removal, successful or not French F tun → was and Italian F lies → we swill not cause removal Winter 1905 Results Spoiler Show Retreats Russian F NWT retreats to STP/Italian F ties retreats to romAdjustmentsGermany: Builds A mun, F Terrance: Builds F Italy: Disbands A SER, F Russia: Disbands A Edelman has graciously agreed to step in as Italy. In order to allow everyone to have more time for diplomacy, Spring 1906 orders will be due this Friday. Spring 1906 Orders are due Saturday, 14 December at 2200 EST Greetings nations of the world I, CANCA of Rome, will now be ruling this nation of Italy. Even if this arr its last days the people of Italy shall fight to the death to defend their homelands and what ever else they can take Thinking Czar Executed; Russians Exhale in Relief It is simply no longer needed to come up with a new name for that silly, southern Australian empire. Perhaps this CANCA can come up with his own name for the Christmas nation should it reform. We would also like to take this time to remind Europe at large that"I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas"is still the season's official song for the year. So who are we waiting on...? I'd like to see whether I have to retreat from being hemmed in on all sides... Spring 1906 Results Map:Spoiler Show Austria-Hungary SIL → war UKR supports A SIL → war Arum supports A mos → self BUL/SC -Sgt; conBounced with my 1:1A TRI holds vie holdsEnglandF Lon → yore lap → clearance ties supports F tun → ion tun → ion Amar -Sgt; pie Failed because A pie -Sgt; even failed bur holds spa holds BRE → maoGermanyA for → edit nth → ska den supports F nth → ska NWT -Sgt; dislodged from SWE 2:1F BER → ball Kai → era mun holds even -Sgt; pie Bounced with pie 1:1ItalyF EAS -Sgt; failed because F my -Sgt; con failed pie -Sgt; denounced with even 1:1A ANK HF room → Prussia SWE → WWF STP/NC supports F SWE → WWF ska -Sgt; nth Dislodged from nth 2:1A mos → sea war → galTurkeyF my -Sgt; conBounced with BUL/SC 1:1A arm -Sgt; announced with ANK 1:1A SEV -Sgt; arm Failed because A arm -Sgt; ANK failed, dislodged from mos 2:1, no retreat possible, unit destroyedRetreatsF NWT retreats to nth ska retreats to Swede're going to slow this game down to 1 turn/week as the holidays are here. You all have told me you are busy (as am I), so this will help things a little. Fall 1906 Orders are due Friday, 20 December at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) My fleet in NWT retreats to Nth as I mentioned in my orders. Was trying to make it easier for you Thanks for the slowdown. Not like it'll make much of a difference, but I haven't exactly been active. Um... Russia's: Fleet in (Ska) can retreat to (SWE)... Originally Posted by stereo um... Russia's: Fleet in (Ska) can retreat to (SWE)... You're right. I was doing the adjudication by hand without a map so it didn't cross my mind. I'll go ahead and assume that where it's going to go. Damn man, doing the adjudication by hand?! Lol that's crazy. Well I'm really glad you're doing that for us man, I don't know how I'd get by without Dip lol. Off, I seem to have overstretched the capabilities of my armies... I may have to go defensive for one turn... Can you update the map soonish? That would make me a happy pretend Russian. Are you sure that's the right map...? By my count, there are several units missing from the map... Yep. My Galician horde for one That would be the unit in question, actually. What happened to the army in Warsaw that moved to Galicia...? Originally Posted by Neutron That would be the unit in question, actually. What happened to the army in Warsaw that moved to Galicia...? I ate it. I'm a crafty SOB like that. Furthermore, I'll teach you to ally against me ... Okay, Electron, can you please post a correct map... Originally Posted by Neutron Okay, Electron, can you please post a correct map... I have also eaten Electron. And the map. But if you want to see the map, just make your own. There's nothing magical about the GM's map - he inputs the same orders you do (unless he copies the orders incorrectly). We're Still Here Say the Swiss Contrary to reports of the Swiss being "eaten," Swiss President Oskar Tenenbaum reassured reporters that Switzerland was just fine. "Perhaps they meant they ate our fine chocolates? They're quite delicious." The press conference then broke up as the reporters and president snacked onPralienen. OoC: The map has been corrected. The only error was Russian A gal. Also, 24-ish hours warning for Fall 1906 orders. Fall 1907 Orders Spoiler Show Austria-Hungary BUL/SC → area rum → era UKR -Sgt; rum Bounced against gal 1:2A war holds vie → Bud TRI → vieEnglandF for -Sgt; announced with nth 1:1F CLY -Sgt; bounced with EDI 1:1FranceF ties supports f ion → Napa ion → Napa spa → convoy path: spa -Sgt; Mao -Sgt; naff Mao convoys A spa → NASA bur → Bela mar -Sgt; pie Failed because A pie -Sgt; even failedGermanyA BER → convoy path: BER -Sgt; bad -Sgt; Swed bad convoys A BER → Swed den supports A BER → sea ska supports A BER -Sgt; support cut by move from SWE, dislodged from SWE 2:1A EDI -Sgt; bounced with CLY 1:1F nth -Sgt; announced with for 1:1A even supports F ties -Sgt; nonsupport cut by move from paid mun holdsItalyA pie -Sgt; denounced with even 1:1f nap holds Dislodged from ion 2:1F EAS → MYA ANK supports F EAS -Sgt; support cut by move from armRussiaF NWT supports F SWE → ska SWE → ska STP/NC supports F NWEA gal → Rama SEV supports A gal → rumTurkeyF my → cone arm -Sgt; announced with ANK 1:1Retreats:German F ska cannot retreat, unit destroyed Italian F nap can retreat to room, APU, or disband Adjustments:Austria-Hungary: 1 build England: none France: 2 builds Germany: 1 build Italy: 1 disband Russia: none Turkey: 1 disband Once again, I did this without the help of dip so tell me if something is wrong. Since we're all going to be busy with Christmas and New Year's, the next orders deadline in two weeks. Get in the adjustments and retreats in sometime in that period when you have time. Spring 1908 Orders are due Friday, January 4, 2008, at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) Austria Hungary can only build in Trieste, so I'll make it an army. No-brainer about that. Disband A Arm Also, I'm going to post my next order here. Of course there is the possibility that I'm lying, but all concerned persons will need to make their own judgments about that. F Con-AegGood hunting. Originally Posted by Electron Germany A even supports F ties -Sgt; Lon Support cut by move from pie wait what exactly is this supposed to mean? Lol because that's not even like a legitimate order. Or is it just supposed to be a BS order by Germany? The order was A even supports f ties → room. It failed by both the move from pie and that it was an invalid order. Sorry about that. Merry Christmas all. Originally Posted by Electron The order was A even supports f ties -Sgt; room. It failed by both the move from pie and that it was an invalid order. Sorry about that. Merry Christmas all. Ah, I see. Well thanks for clarifying, and... French Prime Minister Stereo would like to wish all the nations of the world a Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas and Vodka to All! Are we still on? I've been waiting for the retreat orders since before the holidays. Originally Posted by Neutron Are we still on? I've been waiting for the retreat orders since before the holidays. We're still on. Forum overload has prevented me from updating, but I should do so tonight. I never got an order from F nap, so it disbanded. I think I have everyone's build orders.EDIT:Winter 1907 Results Spoiler Show Retreats nap disbands No order received, unit tasked to disbandBuildsAustria: Builds A France: Builds A par, F Germany: Builds A Turkey: Disbands A arm Spring 1908 Orders are due Sunday, 14 January at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) I only have orders from Marian and Neutron as of right now (thanks!). Please post here if you are playing either way. Stereo, I know you sent me orders earlier, but they have been lost in my PM box. If I don't get anything else by Friday, I'll find replacements. Does the winner or joint team winners get trophies like in your All Stars game? Just bring this back to everyone's attention Hey, I'm beginning another (Youngstown)game. Just giving a heads-up for any of you interested in joining. I'll be Going a standard one starting in early February, as well. The above post means it is time for us to decide our course of action. Moody, Neutron, and Marian are all still in. England, Turkey, and Italy are dead, and do no need replacements. France and Russia need replacements. Moody can take one, and I can find someone quickly to take the other. Do you want me to look or do you want to call the game dead? I could also join in this game, if you need someone, by the way Okay everybody, here's the deal. Neftren- Austria-HungaryMavian- Germany Moody_the_not_so_Wise- Francethewamp- Russia England, Turkey, and Italy are all in civil disorder (all units hold) so feel free to kill them. Unless you all give me orders before then, Spring 1908 Moves are due Sunday, 28 January at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) Originally Posted by Electron Okay everybody, here's the deal. Neutron - Austria-Hungary Marian - Germany Moody_the_not_so_Wise - France team - Russia England, Turkey, and Italy are all in civil disorder (all units hold) so feel free to kill them. Unless you all give me orders before then, Spring 1908 Moves are due Sunday, 28 January at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) ERM. Can we get the map or...? It's up there about 5 posts (Winter 1907 results), spoilered for your convenience. Spring 1907 Results Spoiler Show Austria bud → rum GRE → BUL/SCA SER supports F GRE → BUL/SCA TRI holds UKR supports A bud → Rama war -Sgt; mos Bounced with SEV 1:1A vie -Sgt; galBounched with rum 1:1FranceA be → UHF BRE → EGA mar supports A par → burn Mao → naif nap → Roma neigh → tuna par → burn ties supports F nap → romGermanyF bad convoys A Kai → LVN den supports F nth → ska EDI -Sgt; pronounced against for 1:1A Kai → Luna mun → beef nth → ska SWE -Sgt; bounced against ska 1:2A even holdsRussiaF ska → WWF STP/NC supports F ska → WWF NWT → IWGA SEV -Sgt; mos Bounced with war 1:1A rum -Sgt; gal Bounced with vie 1:1, dislodged from bud 2:1, no retreat possible, unit destroyed Fall 1907 Orders are due Sunday, 4 February at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) Ugh, I'm stuck in a major conundrum as to what I plan to do... So ... are we waiting on missing orders, or missing Electron? Sorry all, it's been a hectic week. Fall 1907 Results Spoiler Show Austria-Hungary BUL/SC -Sgt; invalid order, hold order assigned Arum → sea SER -Sgt; failed because F BUL/SC -Sgt; BLA failed TRI -Sgt; derailed because A SER -Sgt; BER failed UKR supports A rum → sea vie -Sgt; trailed because A TRI -Sgt; SER failed war -Sgt; mos Bounced with SEV 1:1FranceA bur → mung ENG → long mar → burn NAO holds From support tun → USA run supports A bur → Luna tun → turf ties convoys A tun → tusGermanyAll units ordered to holdRussiaF NWT holds NRG supports F NWEA SEV -Sgt; mos Bounced with war 1:1, dislodged from rum 2:1F STP/NC holdsRetreatsRussian A SEV can retreat to arm or disbandAdjustmentsAustria: 1 build France: 3 builds Germany: 1 disband Russia: 1 disband Winter 1907 Adjustments are due Tuesday, 13 February at 2359 MST (0659 GMT, 14 Feb) Spring 1907 Orders are due Thursday, 15 February at 2359 MST (0659 GMT, 16 Feb)

Balance of Power - Diplomacy PBPM|rating:4.0

The demon in the pendant. (Fiye and Junko)

Alice seemed rather excited, for one reason for another. That day, a little talisman would be arriving from her dear friend out in Japan for her birthday. Everything seemed well and nice, and before she knew it, the package had arrived. The 19-year-old girl storming down the stairway. Opening the door and taking the box. Opening to find handcrafted pendant before her. Really, it was to be a little... friendship item. Celebrating the 5 years they had been together. Though, she couldn't wait to put it on. Without knowing of the demon it held inside. Happily, she made way back into her room. Shutting the door before her, and making her way through the dim room. Moving onto the computer, to send her Japanese friend a thank-you note. Mmm... if only it were possible that she could be there, with her. Juno was being held inside the talisman, she hated being in there. She was sealed on the talisman over a thousand years ago. The talisman had gone from hand to hand, she had cursed and killed all of them, and still they were not the chosen ones to release her. She was lusting, she needed someone to play with, the last time she was outside was over a hundred years ago. They never opened the talisman, they never took her out after that. The world inside the talisman was very small, only a room. She remained in there, locked in that prison like nothing, she would have a few words with her leader when she came back. She sighed stretching. Furthermore, she was sick and tired of those same four walls, it was a prison meant for her, nothing in there besides walls. Furthermore, she sighed as she waited for someone to take her out. There was a pause forever. After she had finished sending the email, whatever lights were left in the room began to dim. Her eyes going wide as the talisman began to burn up, turning to a red how glow. However, even if it did burn through her clothes, her skin was left untouched, expect for a most peculiar mark that would be left on her chest. Yet, a summoning ring would appear on the floor. And through the door portal, a demons would begin to rise. Just what in the hell was going on? She looked up, a door appeared, whenever someone had summoned her that very same door appeared. She grinned and stood up, walking to the door and going through it. Furthermore, she appeared on the other side, the human world. Slowly she began to rise from the floor, her skin being dark-colored almost black, two huge horns, wings and a tail. She had an amazing body, her eyes were crimson red. She looked at the girl, afraid of what she had done, she looked very beautiful as well, "Did you summon me human? Who gave you the right to summon me?". She approached the girl and the demon lifted a finger, soon the girl was hovering in the air not being able to come down, "Tell me why I should not kill you right now for summoning me". And then soon, a figure began to make its way out of the portal. Rising up from the floor, came a dark skinned woman. Two large horn protruding from her head, a large set of wings, a think tail, and perhaps, a most wonderful body. Not to mention a pair of blood-red eyes. Though, even caught up in the beauty of the figure, she was still frightened to death. The brunette didn't know what she'd do, though, it was more than certain that she didn't like being disturbed, "AAAA!" She cried out, feeling the air move around her body. Lifting her up off her feet, to a point where she was just about Missy, "I-I don't know how I summoned you!" She cried out, arms flailing as she tried to grab at the ground, "Please don't kill me! Please, I'd be more than h-h-happy to help!" Oh, she spoke everything so fast, she wasn't half sure of what she said. All she knew was that hell was inside her room. The demon looked at the girls eyes, she was telling the truth. She grinned and looked around, "What time is this". She grinned moving her up so her back was on the ceiling. Furthermore, she looked up and grinned, she loved how powerful she was on this time, she would do whatever possible not to go back to the pendant. Furthermore, she walked around the room, leaving her floating on the ceiling. Furthermore, she looked out the window and sighed, it would be a lot of years, everything was different. Furthermore, she looked at her and grinned, "What is your name human". What time was it? What kind of question was that? Alice couldn't help but look around exactly, pondering what the demons meant exactly. Though, she watched as the demon made her way towards the window. Looking out and giving a sigh, "June 20th," She started, "2009." She tacked on. Not bothering to budge away from the ceiling. She was stuck up there, just like a wad of gum, "And name? Alice Nephews. Um... could I possibly ask for yours?" She asked in return, the talisman on her neck dangling from the aged string. She began thinking out loud, "over a hundred years", she looked up, and she loved the view of the girl. Furthermore, she grinned thinking of something, all the others banished her because she tried to kill them, now she will take a different route. Furthermore, she grinned looking into her eyes and smiled, "I can see your darkest fantasy, you will call to me as Mistress, no one can see me but you. You will be my pet, my little human pet to do as I want, you will be my vessel, and you will supply energy to me. If you do not want I can kill you right now". With that she opened the window and made her go out of the window floating in midair, "So are you going to be my little pet? I will have your fantasies come true, but you must obey me, or you will be punished, and you won't like my punishments". She grinned as she looked at the girl, waiting for the answer. A hundred years? Damn, what the hell did that demon to do get treated like that. Although, she paused, her face looking still with fear, as her cheeks flared up red. Her darkest fantasies? Of all things! Though, she remained silent, listening to her terms. She'd be the vessel for the demons, a pet to her. She'd address her as Mistress, and wouldn't be killed. There was a bit of a pause, though, as soon as she was set outside the window of the three-story building, there could only be one answer. "Yes, Mistress!" She cried out, giving a small cry in fear. Hoping she'd be placed back someplace somewhat safe, "Please Mistress, just... put me back on my bed," She grinned moving her finger to the right and she's coming back into the room. She lowered her into the floor, "first off, you will continue your normal life, I will remain by your side and make sure everything is interesting for you. Second you are never to sleep on your bed anymore, that is a privilege and only if you behave you will be allowed to sleep there. Third while you are in here with me, you will wear no underwear", with that she lifted a finger and the clothes were removed from her body. She remained naked in front of her, she grinned and on her hand appeared a collar, "this will send a wave of pain every time you disobey me, your pussy will burn like you were in hell, to others it may look like a typical gothic collar, to you will be different, you will look at how it really is. The collar was black, it had spikes all around it and a talisman with a sign in the middle. She placed the collar on the floor and stepped back, "you need to accept it and put it yourself, if you don't, everybody will see the collar as you see it, and you will be thrown off the window". She laughed as she sat on the bed looking at her. Of course, there was little choice for Alice by this point. But, the brunette couldn't help but smile at the changed that were going to be made to her life. Perhaps, not sleeping on her bed was something she'd have to get used to, but following this demon. Well, she'd be more than willing to accept it. It was an interesting change, not to mention that the demons was extremely cute." I understand, Mistress," Was all that left Alice's lips as she moved towards the collar. Moving to bend down, picking it up and placing it around her neck. Accepting the fate that was now brought before her. "Mmm... Mistress, I do have a question," She asked, slowly making her way up to the demons, "Will it be possible that... you could become attracted to me?" She laughed out loud at the question, of course she was not going to fall in love with her, "love is stupid, you humans depend on it too much, what had love gotten you? You life alone, in a crappy apartment". She laughed then looked around her room noticing a box on a closet. She walked to the box and opened it up, inside were a few dildos and stuff like that, "I see you are a dirty little slut". Furthermore, she grinned moving back in front of her, her eyes glowed and something started to come out of her pussy, it seemed like it was a cock. Furthermore, she smirked grabbing her chin and opening her mouth, "I want you to suck me off until I tell you to stop, if you do it well you might even go with underwear to school". Furthermore, she grinned and looked at her to see her reaction, will she do it?. Would she do it? Hell, why not. She happily moved over towards the demons. Stopping in front of her before giving her a small smirk, "Mmm... perhaps, your pet should look a bit more fitting of her role?" She responded, giving a small grin before moving down onto her knees. Eyeing the cock for a moment, before taking it up into her mouth. Happily licking the base, and moving up to the tip ever so slowly. Pausing to suck on it, before moving down. MMM... this was a most wonderful gift. Even if the demons was on a bit of a power trip. She groaned as she felt the woman starting to suck her cock, "Girl you need to learn how to suck cock". She smirked and pushed her head down her shaft, it was a treaty big cock. Furthermore, she groaned as she pushed her head up and down her shaft training her on how to suck a cock. "I want you to suck and lick my cock, breathe through your nose". She grinned keeping her like that for a couple of minutes then letting to watching her continue the movement, since she was a demon she could cum whenever she wanted, she had no hurry in doing so. She grinned as she slapped the girls breast, and pinched her nipple, she will work this girl out no matter what. Well, it wasn't exactly her fault that she sucked at sucking a cock. However, she couldn't help but choke, feeling the length of the shaft enter her throat, before she was pushed up. Coughing in a quick fit before nodding. Alright, alright. She could do this. Next round, she began to use the notes in her head. Breathing in through her nostrils, letting her tongue lick while she bobbed up and down the length. Sucking on it ever so gently, doing her best to try to ignore the slapping and pinching against her breasts. Even if they were beginning to become hard. Ah! She grinned and looked down at her, this would be fun, she would torture the girl while in school, with her friends. She smiled thinking of all the possibilities that could have. The demon pushed her hips up as she stood up, lifting a finger and placing the girl on the bed on all fours. She moved behind her and started to rub her pussy, it was already wet. "What a little slut, being fucked by a demon, and she is pouring juices, I will take you in your ass now, now because I care about you, but because I want to see you suffer. She grinned and slowly pushed her cock deep inside her ass, giving a minute or two for her to adjust, she took it out then back in. There, she was given a small break. Taking in deep breaths as she found herself being lifted, and placed on the bed on all fours. There, the demons moved behind her. Slowly taunting her pussy, making her wet as she moaned out in heat. Wanting to be fucked desperately. Yet, it wasn't the way she wanted to. Instead, the large cock was pushed slowly up against her ass. Penetrating and moving deep within, a loud cry escaping her as she tried to adjust herself. Then, the cock moved out, before penetrating again, another round of cries, though now turning into moans, escaped the demon's slut." Mistress!" She cried out, "I want... to taste your cum," She requested, hoping that the demons would oblige. And perhaps, she'd get on her good side. She grinned, "I will cum when I want to, and my cum is very special, you do not deserve it yet". She grinned as she pushed in deep then out, her eyes glowed again, and another cock appeared below the first. Now she pushed into both holes at the same time, "Tell me how much of a slut you are, tell me how much you want my sperm and maybe just maybe I will give it to you". She grinned as she pushed in deep, both holes of her slut now being filled at the same time by a big cock. She smirked and continued to push inside her, waiting on her slut to beg her correctly". MMM... she bit down on her lip at her Mistress's response. Feeling the cock move deep into her rear, before pulling out on last time. Though, unknown to her, two cocks would push into her body. One into her wet and hot pussy, and another into her tight ass. Alice let out a loud moan, her hand gripping on the bed as she tried to form the words into her mouth, "Ninth. Mm mph! I... I want my mistress's sperm," She started off, taking deep breaths, "I... please mistress," She added, letting out a loud, pleasurable cry. Oh, she couldn't contain herself! She grinned and continued to fuck her slave, "you may cum whenever you want, however I won't cum until you beg me like a slut should beg, until then I will increase my size every ten seconds". She grinned making her cock a little bit bigger, then ten seconds went by, and she did it again. Furthermore, she knew it would be almost impossible for her to do it, she needed to learn how to control her mind and body in order to do what mistress wants. Her tail starting to hit the girls' ass cheeks while she fucked the girl was outstanding. She smirked looking at the girl as she pumped the girl in and out of both holes. Oh why, oh why. She couldn't help but wonder how, just how she should beg like a slut. But yet, the cocks were growing in size with every passing moment. And if this didn't stop... oh, she would hurt... hell, how would the demon be able to pull herself out in that case? Yet, she tried to calm herself, only to have a wave of pleasure run through her body. Shaking herself down against the bed as a stream of liquid ran down the cock inside her pussy. Oh, she had just cummed, and she didn't even realize it." P...please," She whined. Not knowing what she was crying for anymore. She sighed as she continued to fuck her, her eyes being bored with her trying to beg as she could hold her orgasm for as long as she wished. She sighed and shook her head, "I can see that you cannot do it, forget about the cum you wretch slut, you do not even know how to beg". Furthermore, she stood up, and the cocks went back to normal, "I want you to masturbate, I want you to use those toys to masturbate until I say stop, you may not cum no matter what, if you do, you will be punished harshly". Furthermore, she looked into her box and threw her the biggest dildo she could find. Smirking she sat down on the computer chair looking at her. And right then, Alice gave the demons a stare. Watching as her largest dildo (10 inches long, 3 and a half inches in diameter) was thrown at her. Her hands moving to take the dark brown rubber dildo. Eyeing for a moment before she moved it down at her pussy. Pointing it in, and pushing it as far as it could go. Alice letting out a small moan as she moved it up, letting it rub against her clit as she began to please herself as well as she could, in an attempt to appease the demons before her. She didn't know why the woman wanted it, all she knew was, she was the woman's pet, and she did as she was told. She would be rewarded well. Furthermore, she had to be! Furthermore, she sighed and looked at the girl starting to masturbate herself. Furthermore, she walked to the kitchen and grabbed some fruits, she went back and enjoyed the show. Furthermore, she was not going to let her cum even if she had to use some magic to do it, her eyes went dark and a feeling of cumming overwhelmed the girl, the only thing is she won't be able to cum, she would remain there on the brink of cumming until the demon wanted. Furthermore, she smirked and nodded, "now let's see what you do now that you won't cum, I cursed you my little slut, this is your punishment for not begging, you will masturbate until I tell you to stop, and you will want to cum, you won't be able to". Furthermore, she grinned and ate an apple looking at her. Yet, Alice couldn't help but look at the demons. Watching as she left the room, however, keeping up with the show. Fucking herself sideways with the dildo, moaning out in pain until she got close to cumming. And then, suddenly, a tingling sensation hit her, and as she fucked herself, she wasn't able to enjoy the pleasure. Though, she kept on masturbating, loaning out in an odd pain. She didn't know what she was feeling by now, immense pleasure yes, but a pain. An unknown pain, "AAAA! Please, Mistress, let me cum!" She whined, moaning as she pressed her back against the bed post. Wetness sliding down her thighs, only to the bed. "Mistress! Please! I-i-i can't take it! Kenneth!" She smirked as she went over to where she was and started to help her masturbate. She enjoyed watching her like that, so helpless. "I will tell you what, you let me use your body tomorrow for whatever I want, and I will let you cum", she smirked and took the dildo away, "you may stop". She grinned sitting back and licking the wetness out of the dildo. She then placed the dildo on the table and continued eating fruit. It would be tasty if she could taste, she had no sense of smell or taste. She sighed and looked at the girl, suffering on her own orgasm. Alice remained still, looking up at the demons. Her eyes begging for relief as she moved the dildo away, only to watch as it was taken by the demons. Watching as she licked the wetness, "Yes... you can use my body however you desire, mistress," She responded to her request, hoping that the relief and pleasure would soon come. However, the want to taste the demons's cum was... well, appealing yet again. However, she'd wait on the request for now. Now, she had to enjoy the relief her mistress would grant her. She grinned and nodded, lifting the curse that laid on her. She smiled standing up and watching her cum instantly. Furthermore, she moved to the bed and slowly licked the cum off the bed. Furthermore, she pointed at the floor, "on the floor pet, time for you to go sleep". With that she attached the leash to a leg of the bed and moved out the window. She decided to go look around for a bit while her pet rested. She ended up in a few bars, she sighed as she was not supposed to be picked up like that, she walked toward her room watching her pet. MMM... time to go to sleep. Alice let out a small yawn. Looking over at the demons as she was leashed down to the leg of a bed. Much like a dog. Though, she obeyed as her demon wished, not wanting to inflict any pain onto her. Instead, she curled up against the bed, Hand moving against her head like a pillow, where she would nap. And where she would remain. Dirty thoughts filling up her dreams, and hopes of being rewarded for being faithful to her mistress. Hopefully, hopefully her mistress would recognize it soon. Hopefully. After watching the city for the night she went back to the apartment just to notice the slave sleeping on the floor. She smirked and looked out the window, it was daytime, a whip appearing on her hand she let a hard stroke on her slave's breasts waking her up. She sat on the chair and smiled, "you need to get ready to go to school pet, no undies, and wear this", with that she threw a butt plug in front of her, it was medium size. Showing a remote control she grinned, "This will activate the plug, today will be fun". She smiled and nodded, "if you pass the day without making a fool of yourself, I will grant your wish and cum on your mouth". A loud cry erupted from Alice's mouth as she got u. A hand moving to feel her breast, rubbing it thoroughly while she moved to take the butt plug. Her eyes looked tired still, perhaps from having slept on the floor, as she half-heartedly listened to the demons. By now, tasting the demons's cum didn't seem so appeasing. It was her bed, her room! Her underwear! A long sigh escaped as she moved to take the butt plug. Taking it with her to the shower. She'd put it in, after cleaning herself up. She noticed that she was not resting well, she sighed happily and nodded, perhaps finally she would understand what being a slave means. Furthermore, she passed through the door and watched her place the plug on. She nodded and gave her the old school clothes, the ones that were a few sizes behind. After watching her dress and her skirt basically leave her exposed when she sat she nodded, "Off to school, remember I will be with you the entire time and nobody can see me". She grins taking the whip and hitting the floor, she brought this upon herself by releasing her. Now that she was free she was going to enjoy her freedom. Well, she hadn't even understood why she should be a slave to the demons. Perhaps, it was just the way she thought. All humans as below her. Maybe, maybe. Though, the clothes were forced to wear, the skirt leaving her bottom exposed (Ass in plain view), as well as the butt plug showing. She shouldn't help but shudder, slowly walking down the stairs, before stopping. She couldn't do this! Furthermore, she couldn't head outside halfway naked!" Mi-Mistress," Alice started off, moving to look over at the demon, shaking, hoping she wouldn't be struck by the whip, "Can... can I ditch school, today?" She tough about it then nodded, "I will have you to myself today, I will make you cum, and you will taste my cum". She nodded and pushed the button on medium, sending waves of vibrations to her ass, "Now get up to your room, you have work to do". Furthermore, she grinned as she disappeared and appeared on her room once again. Moving around the house she started to get out a little stuff, she will learn to wear slutty clothes, but for now better take it slow, at least she asked in the correct manner. She smirked and waited behind the door for her to arrive, knowing that she would need a couple of seconds to collect herself. There was a long pause. A smile appearing on her face as she moved to hang onto the railing. Relieved that she wouldn't be forced to go to school, looking like this. Although, her train of thought was killed the moment However, even with the break she was commanded to go to her room, because she had work to do. Yusuf. But even still, she moved up the stairs, back into her room. The vibrator still running as she moved onto the bed. Eyeing the demons as she thought of what to ask for, "Mistress... will I be your only pet?" She asked, moving to put her hands together. She laughs, "Well Hun, that depends on you, if you rape somebody they will be able to see me as well". Furthermore, she grinned and ordered her down to her knees, the demon spread her legs and pointed at her pussy. Furthermore, she knew the girl had never eaten pussy before, it would be a great test for her, "I want you to suck it, I want you to taste my cum slut". Furthermore, she grinned grabbing her hair and pushing her down between her legs. At that moment, a thought hit her. Though, it was quickly ended, as her air was grabbed at. Her head being forced between the demon's legs. She resisted at first, however, with someone having a strong grip on her hair, she had to concave. Burgh... somehow, just somehow there had to be a way. Yet, instead, she moved her lips towards the pussy. Licking the slit a few times, covering her tongue in the demon's wetness, before pushing it inside. She looked down at her sub and smirked, "That is the way, lick your mistress good and hard and maybe you will get a reward". She moaned and let the grip of her hair off before letting her back rest against the bed. Furthermore, she moaned and moaned then she realized that her powers will be slowly draining off unless she finds a good source of energy, and this girl would be the energy that she needed. Furthermore, she smiled imagining all the things she could do with this girl, not long after she decided to give this girl a gift, she started cumming and cumming hard. Furthermore, she moaned as she felt her clean her clit off the cum. After that she smiled and nodded, "Good girl, now you may go eat, and take a bath I do not like dirty sluts. It wasn't too long, before the demons began cumming. The gift she had been long awaiting, as she happily licked up the sweet, hot cum. Moving from the demons's thighs, to the bed. Before moving to get up. Sitting up on the bed, moving to place her hands on the demons, "And Mistress," She responded, holding her tight, "I would like to go to school... as a monster, and rape a girl," She requested, moving to give the demons a quick peck on her cheek, before moving to run off to take a shower. She was furious as the girl touched her, she needed to learn manners, she followed her to the bathroom and passed thought the door, "And who told you could touch my face without asking?. Expect a punishment when you get out". She sighed and went back out, she needed to think well in the punishment, she grinned and got an idea, that would certainly make her feel bad. She stretched and waited for the girl to come outside. Punishment! Gas... why? All she had done was... just harmless. Error... she wasn't happy at all. And took her time in the shower. Stopping once the water had gone cold, and moving out of the door. Dry and completely naked, just wondering what the demons was planning to do. She grinned and sighed, "First off, you will ask permission every time you want to touch me, I can kill you if you do without me knowing, my face is hot from hell I need to make it colder". She looked at her and sighed, "for now your punishment is simple" after she said that her eyes went black, and her clitoris vanished, "You won't be able to feel any pleasure, and tomorrow when you go to school you will be my slut, and you will spread my seeds around". Furthermore, she giggled and waved her off, "now you go and make me dinner, prepare something for yourself you need to eat as well". And here it was. Herself looking at the demons, arms crossed over her chest as she listened to the words that came out. Obvious, the woman could kill her, and would do it to next time. And then secondly... her punishment. Though, at once, she felt a tingling sensation inside, and suddenly, it was gone. She moved to look down, eyeing herself before turning up. Well, that wasn't so bad." Dinner?" She responded, looking up at the demons, "Is there anything Mistress would like?" She asked, making her way towards the demons. Furthermore, she stopped her as she approached, "on all fours, you need to be trained slut". Furthermore, she sighed and stood up, "a salad would be fine, for both of us, I do not want our figures to go down the drain, also you will start diet from now on". Furthermore, she grinned and stood up walking and grabbing one of her dildos shoving it down her pussy, "So you have a reminder of what I did to you, you will keep that while you are cooking slut". Furthermore, she smiled and waved her off, grabbing the remote control and turning on the TV. A diet? Of all things to be asked for. Sure, she wasn't extremely skinny, but she fared well. MRR... not just that, but couldn't the demon just use magic to make her thin anyway." Aaah!" She cried, feeling the dildo get shoved up her pussy, no pleasure to be felt. It was just like having something shoved in your ass. Just, not your ass, "Alright, salad... one second," She replied, moving down the stairs, on all fours. Only getting up when she had finally reached the refrigerator. The entire task took about ten minutes, upon which her returned with two bowls of salad. Moving to set one down next to her mistress. Herself moving to sit on the floor. Fork in hand. She looked at the salad and smiled, but then saw the fork and sighed, "dear, a pet will never use a fork, eat it like a dog, on all fours with your mouth only". She smiled and turned to watch the T.V., "I am sure is hard right now, but soon you will get used to serving me I promise". Furthermore, she smirked patting her head and changed the channel to the news, she was wondering what would be happening in the world at the moment, the news begin the perfect source. Furthermore, she smiled and looked at the girl eating like a puppy, she looked so cute on that position, she pinched a cheek of her ass and smiled, "Do not turn, continue eating". No fork... what the heck? Looking over at the salad as she moved down. On all fours, face first inside the bowl. Biting at the leafs of lettuce, bits of carrots, and red cabbage. Pulling up only to chew and turn towards the TV, which was soon met with a scold and a pinch on her ass cheek."Mistress," She asked, moving to look at her salad bowl, "Can you change my body?" She nods," I can do whatever I want, but if I change your body you will not learn". She sighed and looked up, "if I do change your body you will eat on all fours all the time, except at school, that is the deal". Furthermore, she grinned and continued to watch t.v. waiting on her answer, she knew what her answer would be, but she wanted to hear it from her own mouth, she wanted to hear her answer. Acting like she did not say anything she changed the channel and sighed waiting on her answer. Alice seemed to smile, hearing the demon's response. That would be the deal. If anything, the change would make eating on all fours that much easier, "Yes, Mistress. I will happily eat on all fours if you change my body," She replied, licking the plate below her clean, "I will learn the ways my Mistress wishes me to act," She smiled and patted her head, turning her eyes a little bit black the slaves body began to change. Her ass was starting to get more defined, her breasts a little bit bigger and the shape was becoming more and more defined. Her weight was beginning to go down making her look like a model. She grinned as she looked at the girl in front of her, something was missing, her eyes turned black again and the girl's hair grew. She smiled looking at her, "that is better, now you look like a girl any boy would like to fuck". Furthermore, she grinned and spanked her once, forming a cock between her legs she pointed at it, "now for your dessert". Alice let out a loud moan, feeling the changes hit her body. Fat shedding off her body, her breasts growing a size bigger, while her waist seemed to grow. Her hair now reaching down to the small of her back. She looked over at the demons. Smiling in response as she moved on all fours to her, "Mmm..." She started off, "Mistress... I was hoping... my legs could be like arms. So I can walk around on all fours easier," She added, moving to lick the tip of the demon's cock. She shook her head, "no, I want you to suffer and feel like what it is to be a pet". She grinned placing both of her hands behind her head and watching her slave work her. "Depending on how you will perform today I will let you be my slave tomorrow and make me stronger on this world, and trust me, when I am stronger it would be best to be at my side". She smiled gently patting her head and showing a small hope of love. There was something about this girl that she could not put her finger on, it drove her nuts. She sighed and looked at her sucking the cock, "like I told you, or you want the training again". Alice gave a small nod. Moving to softly suck on her mistress's cock. The woman... was promising a promotion. She couldn't help but be happy, excited about the proposal as she continued to work on the cock. Stopping only, as a small want entered her mind." Can Mistress let me free for an hour tomorrow?" She asked, looking up at her, "I want to rape someone... like mistress does to me," She added, her hand continuing the work her mouth wasn't. Just to keep her mistress pleased. She laughed and looked at her, "We will see tomorrow, depending on how you behave today, you will have the rest of the night free, depending on how you treat your mistress you will be allowed to do that tomorrow". She smirked and moaned a bit looking at her slut sucking her cock, she hummed, and her cock grew bigger and bigger. Furthermore, she moaned and after a couple of more minutes she started to cum, "Swallow it". Furthermore, she grinned and moaned feeling her cock empty out then disappear, "Very well, you have the rest of the day off today, depending on how you act I will let you do that tomorrow". Furthermore, she nodded, letting out a small cry as she felt the hot, sweet, cum push itself inside her mouth. Furthermore, she happily swallowed every drop. Opening her mouth only when she was finished drinking the cum. Moving to get up, looking at her Mistress as she slowly got up. She had the rest of the day free?" Free?" She responded, moving to get up slowly. Looking up at the Mistress, "You mean... I'm not your pet for the rest of the day?" She shook her head, "you are my pet, I am just giving you free rein until I need you again, not always will be sex my dear, I will let you continue your life, but I will be always watching". With that she waved and disappeared from her sight, she was still there but needed to see what she would do in case she would let her out for real. A voice appeared on her mind, "I will be watching, just call me if you need me". With that she stood up still being invisible to the girl and moved around the girl looking at her reaction. Well, that was a bit of relief. A smile touched her lips as she moved to touch her collar. Making her way towards the dresser. Making sure to get herself dressed. She didn't really need to clean, since the cum had gone nowhere, except into her mouth. Though, when with that, the girl paused to look out the window. Pooh... what should she do outside? MMM... school was about to get off by now, perhaps she could hang out with her friends. Hopefully the trip wouldn't give her Mistress any ideas. She smiled as she watched her dress, she did not say anything but was taking notes on how she dressed. The demon was going to watch what she would do, slowly and watch her interactions with her friends. She did not plan to make any jokes, she wanted her pet to enjoy one day full without any worries. She smirked as she followed her outside, passing through people she did not lose track of the woman. And she went through her day. Dressed up in a pair of pants, blouse, and just other normal clothes that she wore day to day. Of course, a lot of her friends commented on her new look, and imagine that, well. She had taken the day off from school for plastic surgery. But it was all real. And everything had gone well, not a single disturbance from her mistress. Even if she might have made a move on her crush, Natascha. But, at the end of the day, she was back inside her house, sitting on the bed, looking out into the night sky, before calling out, "Mistress!" Pondering where she was standing at now. She followed her thought the day, she did not do anything to disturb her she just watched how she interacted with her friends. She would never have friends like that, the fact that she was a demon scared way too much people for her to count. Furthermore, she smirked and appeared behind her, "What do you want slut". The last word reminding the girl of her position, "Remember, in front of me you must be on your knees". She sighed taking the whip and striking her once on her pussy, "Now tell me what you want". "Ow!" She cried out, feeling the whip striking once at her pussy. Really, did she have to be called a slut? She couldn't help but look up at her mistress, while she moved down, getting on her knees before her, hands on the floor as she remained on all fours. "MMM..." She paused, wanting to strike back for the whip, but trying to keep her cool, "Mistress," She started off, "C-could... could we be friends?" She started off, just knowing she'd be whipped. Furthermore, she shook her head, "I am in no need of a friend, I need a pet, your pendant, the one that I was locked in, is called a slavery contract, you have a contract with me, you are my slave". Furthermore, she grins and stretches, "I will give you two options, leave town, give the pendant to somebody else, and you will get rid of me. The second one is stayed here, endure being my pet, help me swallow as many slaves as I can, and maybe just maybe I can come to respect my pet, the decision is up to you". She grinned and laughed as she disappeared from her sight, still there watching her think. "Mummy...." She paused, looking up at the demons. Eyes staring at her as she moved to hold her collar. Two options, stay here, or run away. However, she couldn't help but ponder what the woman meant by swallowing as many slaves. Was she a step up from everyone else? Protected because of the collar? If someone else got the collar, well, she could be "Swallowed up" by the demons." Mistress..." She paused, giving a small sigh as she curled up on the floor, "May I sleep on the bed, tonight?" She shook her head, "no, a pet should not have a bed but a cage, I think I will get you one". Furthermore, she grinned and pointed at the bed. The bed disappeared from the girls sight and being replaced by a rather small cage, she was toying with her mind, to see if she was worth of being her slave". She grinned and placed a soft mattress inside the cage so it won't be hard. After lifting a finger she moved the girl inside the cage and locked it, "think about it in there". She laughed and again vanished from her sight, the cage being solid placed on the ground, she could not move the cage at all. And inside this cage, she sat. Looking down at the ground for a moment, before curling up. So... this is what she had been downgraded to? At least, it was a step-up, there was a think mattress on the ground for her to sleep on. Perhaps, tomorrow she'd get a pillow, and perhaps a blanket. But for now, she remained on the cage's floor, looking out at the window, before slowly closing her eyes. Dozing off to sleep, pondering if she could wait long enough to become worth in the demon's eyes. She grinned as she watched her inside the cage, she felt good leaving her like that. She hovered on top of her as she watched her. After the night was over, she grabbed the remote control of the dildo inside her ass and turned in on medium. She grinned watching her awake and appeared in front of the cage with her pussy at plain view, she opened the cage and pointed at her pussy, "make me cum, and maybe I will let you rape someone tonight as a reward". She grinned and sat on the computer chair looking down at her. Wondering if she would do it. A loud moan escaped Alice as she was disturbed by the vibrations in her ass. Her eyes coming awake as she clawed at the mattress, only to see the demon before her. Pussy in plain view as she looked over at the demons." Of course, Mistress," She responded, moving to get up, excited about the proposal. Perhaps, the two would be getting to know each other over time, "Will Mistress be coming inside with me?"

The demon in the pendant. (Fiye and Junko)|rating:2.0